#my thumbs are fine i kinda zoned out

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are you aware you’ve booped me over 200 times in the past few minutes?

omfg are your thumbs ok stardrop??/gen

revenge

[esouliie]

BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM

– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem! reader

– synopsis | you and wanda come back from a very successful first mission together and decide to celebrate in the shower.

– warnings | soo if you’re a mutual dnr (jk), this is literal filth, dom/sub dynamic, spanking mention, fingering (both! receiving), face slapping, mommy kink of courseee, pet play, dub con kinda(?) bc she forces you to pee… so piss kink🤠, dacryphilia, oral (w! receiving), some aftercare and cute lil fluff moment at the end as wanda wraps you in her towels bc she’s so mommy! :3 (18+)

– notes | i honestly have nothing to say about this other than i wanted to try something new and out of my comfort zone. it was supposed to be a blurb but ended being over 2.6k so enjoy lmao >.<

It was your first mission as a couple. Unsurprisingly, it went well. To your core, you knew you’d both be fine. Wanda's leadership and responsibility were unwavering, and you knew deep down that you'd both succeed. Yet, your anxiety had waged its own battle, inundating you with "what ifs" and worst-case scenarios throughout the week.

The adrenaline still courses through your veins, mingling with the fatigue that weighs down your muscles. Dust and grime cling to your clothes, evidence of the challenges you faced together. But amidst the exhaustion, there's a sense of accomplishment, knowing you've made your girlfriend proud.

On the flight home, you shared a tired chuckle, the tension of the mission slowly fading away in the comfort of each other's presence. And all those earlier nerves fading to nothing but relief, knowing you’re both going home. Safe and sound.

…

“I need this suit off me,” Wanda exclaims, her voice weary but tinged with a hint of amusement. She kicks off her boots, already having peeled off her corset, dropping it in a heap by the door.

You giggle in agreement, the sight of your usually intimidating girlfriend as she struggles to take off her tactical gear highly amusing. “Yeah, I think I need a shower to feel human again.”

The sweat-slicked fabric of your own corset sticks uncomfortably to your skin. You would’ve thought Tony would at least have the decency to make your suit more breathable if he was going to stick you in a tight corset…. guess not.

Wanda shoots you a pointed look as you fiddle with your top. Your breasts push deliciously against the black fabric and she licks her lips at the sight of you - totally unaware of her growing desire.

“Well, we could save some water and shower together.”

The suggestion doesn’t catch you off guard as you’re used to the witch coming up with lame excuses to see you naked, and the idea of standing under the hot spray with an equally naked Wanda sounds infinitely more appealing than facing the solitude of your own shower.

“You know, if you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just said so.”

With a smirk and after a quick press of her lips against yours, Wanda heads towards the back of the apartment, tossing a teasing glance over her shoulder as she beckons for you to follow. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Hold on, babe,” You quickly follow in her steps, your trousers and socks long gone, as you enter the shared bedroom, heading for the en-suite. “I need to use the bathroom first-”

Soft lips cut you off as hands slip around your back, swift in removing your blasted corset. She doesn’t wait to grope your chest - deciding she’s been teased enough seeing you in that tight material - and thumbs swipe over pebbled nipples, as she bites her way down your neck.

With an attitude that Wanda usually wouldn’t let slide, "This couldn't have waited five minutes?" 

She replies with a quick “nope” and a harsh nip as she mouths at your skin, now adorned with pretty little red marks.

“But I need to go-” Her teeth digging softly into your nipple interrupts your train of thought as your hands shoot up to weave into dark curls, scraping at her scalp.

You say her name in a breathy moan and she replies with her own; kissing, licking, and sucking as much of you as she can. Your eyes flutter close but an ever harsher pinch to your nipple jolts you forward, eyes wide in search of the culprit.

“Eyes on me.” And with that, she steps away, starting the shower as she adjusts the temperature until steam billows from the stall in a comforting cloud.

As she moves under the spray, you can't help but admire the way the water glistens on her skin, tracing the curves of her body in rivulets that disappear beneath the cascading stream. Emboldened by the steam and the intimacy of the moment, you strip off your panties and join her in the shower, letting the water wash away the tension that has settled in your muscles.

For a while, there is only the sound of water pounding against tile, as you both take time to clean yourselves on irrespective sides. The shower was big enough for more than two, designed with two large showerheads on either side and one in the middle that you never turn on. But then, Wanda breaks the silence with a soft laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she looks at you.

“Cute butt.”

You turn your head towards her, refusing to turn fully away from the warm stream cascading down your front.

“What? This butt?” You tease, hands gliding down your hips to grab a handful of your cheeks, before rubbing slow circles, making a show of the usually marked flesh.

Wanda may have liked having you as her good girl, but there was only so much you could take before reverting to your bratty self.

Turning away from your girlfriend, not letting her win at her game of teasing, you resume cleaning yourself. But, light fingertips brushing along your left nipple tell you she’s no longer on her side. The water makes everything even more slick, a delicious friction that almost wasn't. 

She guides the heel of her other hand down your side, cresting over your ribs until it reaches your ass. Rubbing circles over where your hands were, her eyes glazed over remembering the last time she had you bent over her lap, hues of purple and red stretched over the skin as she spanked you for mouthing off in front of the team.

She husks, “Uh huh. But I like it better with my marks all over.”

Not wasting any more time, she wraps an arm around, fingers sliding down your lower stomach and graciously over your slit, just nearly missing your bundle of nerves. As if she was the one being played with, she groans freely into your ear, her front grinding flush against your back.

“Spread your legs.” And you find yourself obeying, weight shifting to rest on your palms against the tiles. She chuckles softly, teasing you along the lines of being an “eager baby,” before two fingers glide across your peaked clit, and then curl them into your hot passes.

Your head begins to throb, a sign of the tension building within you. "Don't tease," you plead, knowing that the steam only exacerbates your headache. You reach for the faucet, desperately craving relief from the suffocating heat, but a hand stops you.

You find yourself being spun around to face the taller woman, your back arching away from the cold bite of the tiles. She stares down at you with an all familiar head tilt that dares you to challenge her, to defy her from taking what is hers.

But you remain still and she takes that as an initiative to slide inside deeper, a small smile on her face at your obedience. Starting at a hard yet slow pace, she fucks into you with little remorse. A reminder of that she owns you and can have you however she wants.

Just how you like it.

“Such a pretty little slut. Taking my fingers like that, huh? So fucking greedy.” She laughs as you cling onto her towering figure, the pleasure all too consuming as you whine and whimper so openly.

Chasing that high, you fail to notice how different you feel. Waves of pleasure burdened with a slight ache as you flutter around her. The front of your walls stimulated constantly as you rock into her thrusts. Looking down, you watch as she disappears inside of you and suddenly you remember how you needed to pee earlier. The urge to go had left as soon as Wanda started to suck at your nipples.

Your head snaps back, eyes searching to catch Wanda’s attention. But it was already on you as a smirk spreads across her face. “Don’t you have to go, baby?” She asks in a husky whisper.

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out as you resort to nodding relentlessly.

“Aw, you can hold it for me, can’t you?” She coos, fingers never slowing their pace. “I want to play with you a little longer.”

Knowing you won’t be able to hold out, the need to go growing stronger and stronger now that you remember, you whine out, “No, please, Wands- I won’t- I can’t hold it.”

With a fake sigh that conveyed an air of dissatisfaction and yet subtle empathy, “Then go right here.”

You grimace at the thought of peeing on your girlfriend, how gross it would be… the embarrassment would be too much to recover from.

“I don’t want to.” You admit, embarrassment working its way slowly into your mind, not far enough gone to allow Wanda to think for you.

She doesn’t like that, and so, her fingers work faster inside of you. Her other hand moving between pinching your nipples mercilessly and holding your hips down.

“I don’t care.” She hisses out, “If you need to go, you better do it now. Don’t make Mommy wait.”

Making Wanda wait was something you didn't really want to do, having seen the consequence on many occasions when you couldn’t come when she permitted you, but it was difficult. What she was asking of you was difficult.

With her less busy hand, she slaps a palm against your cheek, the sound echoing against the tiled walls, wet skin against wet skin making the assault sting worse than usual. “I won’t tell you again, slut.”

She doesn’t like how easily you can lose focus, your brain clearly overworking when you should be letting go, focusing solely on her.

You mumble out a soft “okay”, not wanting to be slapped again, before closing your eyes and willing yourself to relax around her fingers. Your body no longer fighting against the urge, fighting to hold it in.

But tight circles around your sensitive clit and fingers deep inside don’t stop as they continue pushing you closer to the edge. Your hand grips tight around her wrist, but to no avail. She was too strong and you couldn’t help but surrender to your throes of pleasure.

Hot liquid runs down the inside of your thighs and your eyes snap shut, shielding yourself from what’s happening, as you also begin to come – unable to stop the stream of piss, the flow faster and out of control as fingers still fuck into you.

“Oh, darling... look at you.” She coos, a hint of bewilderment evident in her voice. Not expecting you to actually look, but teasing you for it all the same. She revels in the way the warm liquid slips through her fingers on to the white flooring.

Despite how mean she was, you hold tight onto her as you lose the ability to stand on your own, legs wobbling beneath. You feel her push you further into the wall, using her body as support, not wanting to take her hand away from your weeping pussy.

“That’s it.” She says softly, fingers coaxing more pleasure from your clit. “Such a messy puppy.”

Tears fall from beneath your eyelids and you open your mouth to speak, only to be silenced with her tongue down your throat.

“That was so hot.” She admits before diving back in, teeth clashing as you open your mouth wide enough for her taking. Her tongue draws yours out as she wraps around it, sucking feverishly. Feeling you release all over her fingers - the heat easily detectable under the stream of water above as you managed to splash against her pale skin - turned her on so much, she couldn’t help but fidget, battling the urge to just fuck against your soaked thigh.

The kiss eventually comes to an end, the need to breathe overpowering the need for having Wanda explore your mouth, a few hungry strands of saliva linking you together.

“Good job, baby. You did so good for me.” She says, coaxing you further into that fuzzy feeling. She nuzzles into your neck, lightly nipping over your fluttering pulse, soothing the heated skin with her tongue. The steam making it harder to see anything clearly. You whine in reply, words no longer existing in your mind, as your heavy arms wrap around her waist.

Wanda, unbeknownst to you, wants you in this headspace—all clingy and dependable. She knows how easily things affect you, so she knew that pushing you hard like she did earlier, forcing you to pee all over her, would only cause your brain to overthink and turn against you. She had to keep you like this, for your sake as well as hers.

“I know you’re feeling all floaty but Mommy needs you to do something for her, sweetheart.” She grabs your hand heading towards the slick between her thighs. She was dripping, her clit so swollen it was hard to miss, and you couldn’t help but trace slow circles around the bud. “Mommy needs you here.”

She encourages you further with a moan so arousing, it had you almost slipping inside of her, desperate to make her come around your fingers already.

She whines, needing you to focus. “I want your mouth, baby.”

You sink to your knees, knocking her legs apart to accommodate. You hoist a leg and place it over your shoulder before leaving a line of wet kisses from her knee to the inside of her thigh. Her fingers caress your face, before getting a good hold of your wet curls and drawing you closer to where she needs you most. You waste no time and lick the length of her centre, greedily taking in the arousal that had gathered there. Wanda lets out a low groan and your eye flutter at her sweet taste. She urges you with the hand that was still tangled in your hair. Obedient to the woman’s demand, you push closer, tongue teasing around her entrance as the tip of your nose pushes into her nerves.

The grip in your curls tightens as she begins to guide your head up and down, your tongue running from just inside her, up along that sweet nerve. She curls forward, one hand against the wall, as she fucks against your face. You lick greedily, jaw slack as you let her take control, smearing her wetness all over.

Every pant melds with a breathy moan as she chases her orgasm. Lost in pleasure, she knocks your head against the tiles. It hurts - your headache now forming for certain - but she doesn’t notice until one sharp thrust has you letting out a sharp cry.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” She husks, arousal still clouding her senses, but she’s concerned with your wellbeing as the hand in your hair travels to soothe where you hit your head, making sure there’s no bumps or cuts. Your eyes flutter shut but you don’t revel in the comfort for too long. Her diagnoses done, she guides you back to her pussy.

She doesn’t fuck your face this time, allowing you the space to gingerly tease her entrance, and within a few seconds, your curling your fingers inside while making a hither motion, eliciting long moans from the older woman.

You don’t bother working your way up, knowing how close she was to finishing before she stopped, as you flick at her clit, fingers pressing against her front walls with an expertise only she could teach you.

At this point, Wanda can’t stop moaning. Her hand leaving your hair as she palms her breasts, slipping her nipples between her fingers and pinching the sensitive flesh. Words of encouragement fly from her lips as she lingers on the edge and you work faster, harder, propelling her forward into a blinding orgasm. Her body trembles violently and you smooth your palms over her thighs, feeling the strong muscles rippling beneath.

“Fuck.” She draws out, light flicks of your tongue helping her come down, before she’s ushering you back on to your feet. You slide up and press against her awaiting lips, pushing your body against hers. Sensitive nipples rub against each other and she groans as she tastes herself, hungrily kissing back. She’s always been able to recover much quicker than you.

“Thank you, baby.” She whispers, still a little breathless, before she turns to shut off the water. Her hand grasps yours and you step out the shower, feeling a slight chill as the warmth of the water dissipates. Wanda reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around you first before turning her attention to herself. With practiced ease, she begins to pat your skin dry, her touch sending ripples of warmth through you.

 She always takes such good care of you.

“Looks like I need to wrap your hair.” She says, a tender smile gracing her lips. She had managed to avoid getting her hair wet unlike you with your curls clinging to the sides of your face. Her fingers work deftly to wrangle them into a towel but she’s had enough experience and managed to do it first time.

“All done, little mermaid.” She lets go with a peck to your lips, moving towards the door, and you grab onto her stretched out hand.

“Come on,” She tugs gently, “Let’s watch a movie.”

[luvyeni]

BANGCHAN DRABBLE !

pairings. bangchan x fem!reader

🔖: established relationship, blowjobs, dirty talk

authors note ! i was reading a post (it might've been either svt or txt i can't remember) and i got inspired by the topic.

"hyung , can i use that hair tie on your wrist?" chan looked down at his wrist , taking it off, handing it to felix. "why do you always keep a hair tie on your wrist in the first place?" shaking his head , he spoke "no reason." he hoped felix didn't see the blush on his face — the only reason why he wore the hairtie was because of you...

"babygirl , come." he turned in his chair , beckoning you over. you got off the bed , making your way over to him. "on your knees baby." you complied , getting on your knees. "good girl." he gathered all your hair , taking the hairtie from his wrist , tying your hair up. "need a break , gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?" you nodded , looking up at him through your lashes.

he freed himself from his shorts , you held his heavy cock in your hands , kissing his tip , before taking him into your mouth. "fu-fuck that's it princess , your mouth feels so fucking good." he groaned.

you bobbed your head up and doesn't his shaft , gagging around his length. "oh fu-fuck baby." he pushed your head down , throwing his head back as your gurgled around his cock , drool dripping from your lips. "making such a mess , shit! "

you ran your tongue along the vein of his cock , he pushed your head down. "fu-fuck do it again." you listened , he groaned , letting your head go. "fu-fuck baby , im gonna fucking cum." he moaned , "gonna let me cum on your face?" you hummed around his cock , taking what you couldn't fit , jerking him off.

"fuck , im cumming! " he pulled out , his cum shooting from his cock , on to your face. "ngh , so fucking good." he bit down his lip , using his thumb to scoop the cum from your cheek , pushing it into your mouth.

"good girl , get up here." he helped you up , you straddled his lap. "i'm not done with you baby , i'm still stressed , how about you ride my cock?" he rubbed your ass.

"hyung?" felix knocked the boy out of his dirty thought. "you okay , you kinda zoned out?" he nodded , "lix im fine , let's get back to practicing." he waited for the boy to turn around , before fixing his now hard cock in his shorts.

he couldn't wait to come home to you — he needed to make sure he got that hairtie back from felix...

©️LUVYENI

[effy-writes]

HIIII!! CAN I REQ A POLY! ASMODEUS X FIZZAROLLI X GN!HELLHOUND!READER?? (IF NOT HELLHOUND THEN JUST GN!READER IS FINE!!!) and reader works at ozzie’s with fizz and asmodeus and a group a fans start making fun of reader? :3

ofc!! hope you enjoy <3

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Ozzie x Fizz x GN! Hellhound! Reader: Performance

You first met Fizz and Ozzie at the restaurant “Ozzie’s”. You started out as a waiter/waitress and made some hella good money. So, obviously you stayed.

The two noticed you straight away and found you extremely attractive, so they began asking you on dates. You were shocked at first that THE sin of Lust and THE jester found you attractive and even wanted to go on dates. You were nervous at first, gathering your thoughts on if they’re doing this because they felt bad for you or if they’re doing this because they’re board. Either way, you dressed nicer and head your way to a different restaurant to meet them.

The moment they saw you Ozzie brought you in a tight hug while Fizz moved the chair for you to sit down. “Thanks for inviting me out on this date, I really appreciate it.” You gave them a whole heartily smile.

“Of course, babe! Fizzy and I just couldn’t stop staring at you..not in a bad way!” Ozzie laughed, “We just thought you were attractive and really wanted to get to know you more.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“So, how are you liking Ozzie’s?” Fizz questioned.

“I love working there! The money is great, the workers are great, I love seeing you guys perform, and…I feel welcomed there.”

Fizz replied, “Have you ever thought of performing? You look like you’ll be great using the pole.”

“Eh..I don’t know. I never performed before. And I definitely would mess up doing the poles. I appreciate it though!”

“Oh come on,” Ozzie replied, “Fizz could teach you! You’ll make more money by performing.”

“Really? I kinda like my waiter, waitress thing job.”

“Let’s try the pole thing out. I would love to teach you.” Fizz smiled.

“And if you don’t like it then you can go back to wait tables.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Sure, why not? Plus it’ll be nice to work with Fizz.”

That first date turned into two, then three, and then on the fourth one they asked you to join their relationship. You obviously said yes and felt like the happiest hellhound there is.

During the times of the dates, Fizz was helping you practice a routine on the poles. You never performed or do anything with people staring at you, so this was very much out of your comfort zone, but you loved spending so much time with Fizz as Ozzie cheered you on. You kept missing up at first, like falling down, or just messing up the routine, but Fizz was always there for you.

Tonight was the night of your first performance and holy shit you were nervous as fuck. You waited in the wings with your boyfriend’s and couldn’t stop shaking.

“Guys..I don’t think I should do this.” Your hands shook. Ozzie held your shaky hands and spoke, “I believe in you, babe. WE believe in you.”

“And if you mess up just keep on going! The audience doesn’t know this routine.” Fizz rubbed his face against yours so he could feel you.

You let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know…”

“Just take deep breaths. I used to do that before performing for Mammon.”

“I fucking HATE that guy.” Ozzie interrupted, “Sorry Y/n, everytime I hear his name I just want to-”

“Ozzie!” Fizz whispered with harsh before turning back to you. “You got this. We believe in you..confidence is key.”

“Thanks guys, and thank you for being my personal cheerleader.” The moment you said that your dance music started to play.

Ozzie and Fizz smiled and gave you a thumbs up as you swayed your body to the rhythm of the music. Your heard the audience gasp as you made your way to the pole and started the routine.

You felt pretty confident during this dance. The moves was perfect as you climbed up the pole, swung yourself as you showed the “good” parts of your body.

You heard some hecklers that was sitting near the front but tried not to focus on them.

Ozzie overheard them and wanted to kick them out right then and there but he didn’t want to embarrass you during your first ever performance, so he waited until the dance was over.

You climbed up the pole once more and used your hands and legs to stay upside down, but since you’re a hellhound and have soft fur, you quickly dropped to the floor and felt yourself freeze up.

Those same hecklers laughed as loud as they could to make sure you heard. “This is why hellhounds shouldn’t perform.” The girl said to her group of friends.

“I don’t even find them attractive!” Another girl said inbetween her nasally, loud laughs.

You quickly stood up and ran off the stage into the wings as Fizz called your name out. He searched for Ozzie and saw him over at the group of hecklers. Fizz ran back to you and saw you with your hands on your knees panting.

“Are you okay?” Fizz rubbed your back.

“I’m not fucking okay! I shouldn’t have done this.”

“You were amazing! Don’t listen to them.” Fizz held your hands so you would be able to stand up straight.

“They thought I was disgusting, Fizz.” You deadpanned.

“Well, now they’re beaten to a pulp.” He chuckled.

“Huh?”

“Ozzie is handling them. I’m not sure if he did actually hit them, but most definitely yelled and threw them out, literally. Look, point is, hecklers is always going to come in here, and me and Ozzie will always stand up for you. How about you try this performance again. Only whenever you’re ready.” His grip on your hands tightened.

Before you could reply Ozzie ran up, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Im fine, Oz. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about them anymore.” He pulled you into a hug with Fizz joining by hugging behind you.

“Fizz, you’re poking me.” You laughed.

“Sorry, love and affection turns me on.”

“I’m so fucking glad I met you guys.”

[lild00td00t]

Straw Hats with a Shy! S/O Part 2

Sorry this took so long guys, but here is the final part for the Straw Hat Pirates, I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for being here <3<3<3

Characters: Nami, Robin, Franky, Jinbei

Nami

• She finds it so endearing to have a Shy partner, she loves to talk to you and show you things because you’re a great listener <3

• She gives you a new found confidence when trying on clothes, she manages to find a style that makes you look so refined and comfortable

• If you’re scared to talk on the phone she would definitely write up a small script for you and stay close by the help you, she would be so encouraging honestly <3

• No one will ever tell you that you’re being too quiet or that they can’t hear you, she’s looming behind you, staring at them with the most threatening look on her face-

• Holds your hand or pulls you to her side if she feels you’re getting uncomfortable, she wants you to know that she’s there for you not just emotionally but physically, you can lean on her for support and she will gladly provide it <3

• Id give her a 10/10, strawhat women just hit different <3

Robin

• Besides Sanji and Jinbei, she is the BEST with a shy S/O

• She brings such a calm energy with her, if you’re ever feeling nervous or scared she’ll coax you to a quiet space and calm you

• Loves reading to you when you’re panicking or need something to ground you

• She would definitely offer to practice getting you out of your comfort zone, she doesn’t want you to stay shy forever, but she would never force you, if you’re not ready that’s fine with her, she’ll continue to support you until you are

• If you get uncomfortable she simply hands you a book, winking and saying:

• “ If you have a book, they won’t bother you since you look preoccupied.. plus, you’re cute when you look concentrated~ ”

• Has all of your orders memorized, AND remembers all the foods you don’t like

• Robin breaks the scale with an 11/10 -

Franky

• I want to say Franky would be awesome with a shy s/o, but he can definitely be overwhelming like Luffy

• Like Sanji, he sends food back for you, and has no trouble telling them what’s supposed to be on it

• He also orders for you if you’re feeling timid, if the waiter/ess keeps coming back to ask then he’ll tell them you need a moment, just for you to decide so that you can tell him your order and he gets it down pact, he really is the sweetest <3

• The reason Franky isn’t absolutely perfect with a Shy Significant Other is that he sometimes hypes them up at inconvient times, say you’re walking down the street to meet him-

• “ AWWWW THERES MY SUPERRRRR HOT PARTNER ! YOU LOOK CUTE TODAY!! “

• Gets confused when you walk into the nearest store to scramble away from all the eyes that turned your way, hes a sweetheart, just..… kinda dumb sometimes <3

• 8/10 with a shy partner

Jinbei

• He is the epitome of a Shy Persons dream partner

• Feeling nervous ? Hold his hand, he’ll give you reassuring squeezes and swipe the knuckles of your hand with his thumb reassuringly, letting you know he’s there for support

• Knows your orders by HEART like Robin, if you’re feeling something different he’ll memorize it on the spot -

• If people ever tell you to speak up or that they can’t hear you in a demeaning way towwards you he’s ending the conversation, not in an impolite way, god no not Jinbei, he just has to move you to a different area so he can knock someone’s teeth down their throat -

• If you start feeling uncomfortable around people hell pull you close to his side, rubbing up and down your arm as he presses you to him in a comforting manner, feel free to hide your face in his chest, he’ll gladly conceal you and rub your back soothingly, everyone needs a place to feel comfort and safety, yours just happens to be in his arms <3

• He’s 10/10 <3

[catsfor2]

hands ellie x artist!fem!reader

pt2 but can be read standalone  pt 1 an: shocked to see the interaction on my first post (also super, super happy, ty :))honestly, i like this part more than the first one i wrote. pls. pls request/submit asks, i will gladly do them ! !

@prettyplant0

warnings: UNEDITED, mild smut, fluff, hand + finger kink, mild drug use (alcohol + weed)

You were undoubtedly not a party person. Not that you'd really had the chance to figure that out too many times, but after the first 20 minutes of tonight, you knew for sure.

Ellie however? Not the life of the party or anything, but the loose and confident energy she held was undeniable. She had the ability to make you swoon from across the room. And clearly the rest of Jackson has also noticed, as they huddle around her almost magnetically.

You absolutely were not trying to avoid anyone, but somehow, you have been left out. Sidelined. Othered. It's strange, as most of the town had quickly familiarized themselves with you and your creativity. But now, in this tattered party shack off the edge of the woods, you were nobody again.

"Hey! Hey! Are you fucking listening?"

Suddenly, Ellie's in your face, waving her bottle of beer around as she shouts. She laughs before taking another swig. "Are you thereee?"

"Oh fuck, sorry. Kind of zoned out I guess." You say.

"I see that. Why are you over here?" She asks.

"I don't know, I kind of-"

She cuts you off by grabbing your arm and hoisting you off the low couch. She pulls hard enough to hurt.

"Doesn't matter- we're playing pong. You don't need to do anything, I just need a partner, so..."

"Yeah, fine. Are you, like, drunk drunk? Right now?" You question, almost regretfully, not wanting to overstep. It's just that her hands are climbing up and down your arms, mindlessly, almost like she just can't help but to feel your skin.

"Well...ha...kinda," She rolls her eyes, "why?"

Before you can answer she speaks again, the hand resting on your shoulder starting to drift upwards towards your ear.

"Actually- don't tell Dina- but I'm kinda high right now also," She says, her voice getting quieter as she continues. Her fingers fiddle with the jewelry on your left ear again. You changed them for the party, (something almost unnoticeable to the average person) but Ellie can't seem to keep her hands off of them.

You pause.

"Um, why shouldn't I tell her?"

Ellie stares at you for a moment, like she's deciding on whether or not to tell you the truth. It almost hurts to see her not automatically say what's on her mind.

"Cause last night I got fuckin- I got fucked up, basically. Dina made me promise to not drink and smoke together again,"

Her hand inches up to your forehead as she talks, where her thumb starts to fidget with the clips spread through your hair.

"And Dina always tells me, 'Ellie you're like an insecure guy when you drink. Always trying to pick people up and lift random shit,'" She takes the last swig of her beer before tossing the bottle on the couch.

"And yeah, I do that, but at-"

"Get in here dicks, pong's starting!" A voice yells, cutting Ellie off.

Jesse whips a ping pong ball at the back of Ellie's head, successfully taking her attention from you. He quickly picks it up before letting out a warm drunken laugh.

"Oh shit, is Ellie putting the moves on you? Y'know more than three beers and she's-"

"Shut the fuck up Jesse. Y/N, lets go.

Jesse just laughs again while Ellie grabs your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

"You didn't mention that Ellie," You look up at her, hyper-aware of how often she stares at your lips ever since that morning in her house. "are you a player?"

She scoffs before flicking your head.

"Uh, no. I just...like talking to pretty girls at parties," Her flannel whips behind her as you finally enter the kitchen. "is that a fucking crime or something?"

People crowd around a table, set with various cups, all filled slightly with some sort of liquor. Dina and Jesse stand at the other end of the table, attempting to un-dent the only ping pong ball they've found so far.

Ellie's arm snakes around your waist before you hear her voice beside you.

"I might need to hold onto you, by the way, I've had--like--four beers and a shot."

Your face heats as you think of all the people in the room seeing her arm wrapped so tightly around your midsection. As you fumble to say yeah, of course Ellie, she glues the side of her body to yours, making sure her hand stays firmly on your waist.

Ellie almost falls over trying to get closer edge of the table.

"Hey everyone! Hey! From now on, y/n is my designated pong partner! No fuckin' arguments."

A shocked laugh escapes you immediately.

"Ellie!...Jesus..."

"What? You're my girl right? I've got to let 'em know you're my girl," She assures.

"Well with the way you've been holding me..."

Ellie's smile widens.

"I feel like they'd figure it out..." You finish.

"Yeah? And how have I been holding you?"

Your eyes dart back to Dina and Jesse and all the other people in the room before meeting up with hers again.

"Like...like I'm gonna...run away, or something," You say.

"Yeah, well...what if you do?" Her grip on you loosens just a bit. "You did the other morning. You were all yes Ellie, touch me, and then when I went for the pencils and came back you were gone!"

Your blushed cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. Your voice comes out slightly shaky when you talk.

"I--I got nervous! I'm sorry! And with the way you were so mad at first?"

You let out a breath of air you didn't realize you'd been holding. "I was questioning if you really wanted me there at all."

Her eyebrows crease. Then, almost as if to block you from view, she turns the both of you so that your back is facing the wall closest by. Her face gets near enough to yours that you smell the yeasty tang of those four beers on her tongue.

"Oh sweetheart. I almost fingered you after knowing you for like, 10 minutes. You think I don't want you?"

Your skin warms as you process what she's saying. You want to back up and let her crowd you against the wall. The way her hips shift against yours, not touching but close enough to feel every jut sets your insides buzzing. You can't repress a shiver from the sensation. Or the cold- your skirt is on the shorter side.

"Reeally cute when you get speechless like that," Ellie breaths out, tugging at the neck of her flannel and taking it off. "here. Since you wanted to wear something you know you'd freeze in. Like an idiot."

You spacily grab it out of her hands, and as you do, she takes it back from your grasp while shaking her head.

"I got it. Arms out, c'mon," as she starts to put her flannel over your shoulders, she continues. "I have an idea. How about weee...ditch this party. And smoke the joint I have hidden in the shed right now."

"Are you sure? You're already pretty drunk-"

"I won't smoke that much. Maybe a hit or two. I'll let you have most of it," She grins.

Reluctant to make her miss the rest of the party and lively night in general, you keep pushing.

"Yeah, but, the pong game? Right?"

Ellie laughs, throwing her arm around your shoulders and resting it there. Her bicep being so close to your face makes you dizzy. It feels dirty to admit you don't mind how strong she smells there--unsurprising after a night of partying.

"Just let me treat you, alright? High under the stars. Forget about your worries. That kinda shit." Her finger twirls a strand of your hair as she waits for you to answer.

"Yeah. Of course. That sounds really...lovely." You say, too focused on the weight of her body across your back.

"Ok. Good. Great. I'm gonna tell Dina we're going."

Instead of walking over to Dina, Ellie simply screams over the jumble of conversation until Dina hears, and responds, also screaming across the noise.

"Perfect. Let's head out, pretty lady."

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You've only taken three hits, but you know you feel something. The greeny ash taste in your throat hasn't gone away, despite you consistently sipping your water.

"How's it feeling?" Ellie asks you, relishing in her fourth puff despite telling you earlier she would take less. You don't mind.

You'd both been slouched on the floor upon a blanket, picnic style, Ellie leaned against your side and her hand starting to creep up the outside of your thigh.

"Good...I guess. I feel warm. Like, cozy." And you did.

Truthfully, you were also a bit on edge. Like, sexually on edge. The blanket heat of the weed with Ellie's presence has you constantly wet and burning. Aching. Of course, that's not something you'd tell Ellie.

"Are you gonna teach me how to roll it?" You ask. "I want to do it next time."

"Next time?" She questions, dramatically opening her eyes.

"I, I mean, you want to hang out with me again...right?"

"Obviously! I'm fuckin' with you," she covers her mouth to laugh before grabbing your hand.

"And, no, I'm not teachin' you how to roll. I'll do it for you. No need for you to learn sweetheart."

When Ellie says things so simply like that, especially in that tone, you have no choice but to go along. You can't bring yourself to push back against something that makes you feel so tingly.

"Oh. Ok." You mumble, staring at her hand encompassing yours.

"It's far easier to just let my hands do all the work," She squeezes your thumb. "right?"

"Yeah-yes. Far easier." You say.

Ellie drags her thumb across your knuckles. Her eyelids droop slightly, eyes shaded a light pink, and her is face flushed from the alcohol. She's so, so beautiful, and you wish you could will the courage to tell her.

"I wore the skirt 'cause I thought you'd like it." You voice, eyes unable to meet her's as you talk. "Do you?"

She lets out a breath.

"Fuck. Fuck, of course I fucking like it. You're so pretty in it." Her hand inches under your skirt, finally grasping towards your upper thigh and edging the hem of your panties.

A brisk exhale escapes your lips as her fingers drift, navigating the plush of your hips expertly. As if she's already planned on where and how to touch you.

"Hey where'd you go? Keep your hand on mine," Ellie grabs your loose hand, which had wandered to your side, and places it firmly on her hand grasping your underwear. "and don't let go."

"Ellie..." you huff, burning hot all over.

"What, this is too much for you? I haven't even done anything yet."

You feel her palm, big and warm, cup you through the fabric and knead, forcefully but slowly rubbing your clit and watching your face for a reaction. Your hand still clutches over hers and you can feel her muscles flex in tune with the heavy pressure on your folds.

Your mouth parts open, lips shiny and untouched as your head looms closer to Ellie's. Her eyes remain locked on yours as her fingers move faster, and it becomes difficult for you to keep your hand on hers as she speeds up.

"Hah--Ellie," You gasp, eyes a bit watery from the sudden stimulation.

Something in her eyes shift and her face is moving closer to yours, her free hand enveloping one side of your face. Ellie kisses you hastily, smearing saliva over both of your mouths. Your teeth clack together, and her tongue is rampant, licking deeply into the kiss. She sucks and bites at your lips, ravaging them, while her other hand still palms you consistently, the strength of her entire arm grinding against your pussy.

The hand on your face reaches to fondle your breast, clawing at your shirt with force to feel underneath your bra. Her hand, despite its size compared to yours, still can't grab your entire breast. Ellie lets out a groan at the sight of you spilling out of her fingers.

Interrupting the both of you, a small metal trinket falls out of the band of your bra and onto the floor.

"Oh--shit, I forgot I was keeping that there," You say, immediately picking it up and holding it to your side.

"Uhm...what is that?" Ellie asks, eyes still partly drawn to where your skirt has ridden up, exposing a part of your ass.

You notice her gaze and mindlessly fix your skirt before picking the item up. The star-shaped rock on the front of the ring took you hours to tediously chip down due to the tiny size. It was worth it to possibly please Ellie.

"It's--well, remember the ring?" You rotate it forward, showing off the small star emblem like its a priceless diamond. "I made it. For you."

"Holy-holy shit! That's so fucking cute! You're so fuckin' cute!" She says in between short laughs. "I can't believe you actually like...made it." She puts the ring on the middle finger of her left hand, pleased with the way it fits perfectly.

"Y'know, now, you jus need to wear something that has a star like mine. So we match."

Her words make you smile wide, also while painting your face rose.

"I actually—my belly," You lift your shirt a tad, exposing the bottom lace of your bra but also the tiny piercing on your bellybutton. "the shape is a star, but-I swear, completely unintentional."

"Oh, shit. That's...cute." She murmurs, leaning closer to your stomach to give it a kiss. "Yeah, 'unintentional', my ass."

You slap her wrist lightly. "Oh shut up,"

Her hand again travels up your legs to reach your thigh, only to pause and retract for a moment. Ellie then takes the ring off of her left hand and triumphantly places it onto her right.

Oh.

"Ok, Ellie, that's like a tiny bit gross-"

"I'll clean it. I promise. I just feel like- I need to baptize it, or something, y'know?" She assures, lips curving up into a sly smile.

"Shut up." You quip. "You really must be high or something."

“We’re both high babe. It fucking reeks in here.”

[meiliarotten]

And They Were Roomates

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Oh my god, they were roomates… Due to the shenanigans of the other mercenaries, your room is now uninhabitable. After a few nights of suffering on the common room couch, Engineer invites you to stay in his quarters. Smut ensues because of course it does!

Tags: Riding, oral, massage, kinda soft, the reader is a bit of a poor little meow meow not sure why I did that, “And There Was Only One Bed! 😯”

Word Count: 5.1k

The Masterlist

How does one accidentally make a lethal bio weapon? To find out you would simply have to ask Medic and Demo. To be more specific, a very drunk Medic and an even more drunk than usual Demo, who had made the joint decision one night that it would be a good idea to mix random chemicals and alcohols in order to, in their own words, “see what would happen.”

The ensuing toxic airborne chemical proceeded to permeate not only the lab, but any room relatively nearby. Unfortunately, that happened to include your own room. Waking up in respawn nearly coughing up a lung was not how you wanted to start your morning, and yet, there you were.

Most of the mercs were speechless when they found out that a good portion of their base would be completely quarantined until the gas could dissipate. Despite being at a loss for words, the few responsible members of the team were quick to scold both Medic and Demoman for several hours- although neither of them seemed to care much. You, however, were especially inconvenienced by this situation, since your room was right in the contamination zone.

At first, you had tried to venture in with a handkerchief pressed against your mouth and nose, just long enough to grab some things from your room. You learned your lesson when you once again woke up in respawn, your lungs and throat burning like you had tried to swallow acid. You should have known better than to think a simple square of cloth would be able to fend off a chemical that had been cooked up by Demo and Medic. Hell, not even Pyro dared to go into the sealed off portion of the base, and they were covered head to toe in a flame resistant suit and gas mask.

In the end, you made peace with the fact that you would be sleeping on the common room couch for several days. It was fine the first couple nights, but it wasn’t long before these new sleeping arrangements began to affect you negatively. You found yourself waking up in weird positions, just from trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, which would usually result in a stiff back or an unrelenting ache that wouldn’t waver for the rest of the day.

Still, you had a job to do, and so whenever anyone asked about a limp or a wince that you couldn’t hide, you would tell them it was nothing and get on with your day. Most would leave you alone then- except for one. The Engineer was the most concerned about your current state of perpetual exhaustion, probably because he was your closest friend on the team. While you wouldn’t mind if your relationship were to be something a bit more than friends, it was something you never had the courage to bring up.

It had been your third day on the couch when he cornered you in the locker rooms after the daily battles had concluded.

“Engie?” you said, wondering what he wanted. Today had been full of some pretty miserable losses, and on such days Engie tended to seclude himself in his room to work on improving his sentry blueprints.

“I want you to sit down here, darlin,’” he said matter of factly, motioning to the bench in the middle of the locker room. “You got pretty roughed up out there today.”

“We all did.” You pointed out the obvious, but you were also too tired to argue. With a sigh, you sat down on the bench. Engie made his way behind you, and you were about to ask him what exactly he thought he was doing when your breath caught in your throat.

Engie placed his hands on your shoulders with care, working his thumbs into your back. He was gentle, gradually increasing the pressure to work out the tightness in your muscles. He located and paid special attention to spots that had been giving you quite a bit of trouble lately with surprising skill.

“God, honey. You’re so tense, just try to relax for me,” he said, shifting his focus from your shoulders to your upper and middle back.

“Well, anything for you.” The words slipped out without you even thinking about it, but Engie didn’t seem to mind, simply humming in response. You were thankful that he either didn’t notice or didn’t mention the blush spreading over your cheeks.

Those hands of his worked wonders, that was for sure. The pressure was perfect as he worked over your muscles with expertise you didn’t know he had. It wasn’t long until the stiffness was nearly gone.

“I can’t believe you’ve been fighting so hard out there while carrying all this tension,” Engie said as he began to work on a particularly troublesome spot around your right shoulder.

“I have to pull my weight, and a bit of pain isn’t about to stop me,” you said matter of factly. You all had to get paid somehow, after all.

“Still, it ain’t fair that you gotta toss and turn all night only to get shot, stabbed, and blown up all day. At least the rest of us have the comfort of our own rooms…” Engie paused, his eyes lighting up as if realizing something obvious. “Oh, well there’s an idea.”

“What?”

“How about you stay in my room for a few days?”

You started stammering, not daring to look back at Engie in case he noticed how red your face was. “Oh, I don’t want to be a burden or anything. Do you even have an extra bed?”

“Oh no, I’ll just take the floor until your room is livable again,” he explained. You couldn’t believe it. Your not-so-subtle workplace crush had just given you a massage and immediately offered up his own bed for your use. Even so, your nerves made you hesitant.

“Engie, you don’t have to do that,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt. “I would be your guest! I’ll take the floor.”

“Nonsense, darlin’! I offered you my room so you wouldn’t be waking up uncomfortable, what’s the point of that if I don’t at least offer you the bed?” You began to stammer and protest again but Engie simply put his hand up to stop you, concluding his decision with a final, “I insist.”

You sighed, realizing that it was a fruitless endeavor to argue. Not to mention you were quite thrilled to be sharing a room with Engie, so why debate over a good thing? Still, you felt a compromise was in order.

“We’ll take turns,” you said, trying to mirror Engie’s own tone of finality. He chuckled at your attempt, which probably came off as more cute than serious. Still, he agreed, perhaps also realizing that arguing the matter wouldn’t be productive.

“Alright, fine,” he conceded. “We’ll take turns.”

—

Engie’s room was quite comfortable, despite the blueprints and sentry parts scattered about. There was a sense of organized chaos to it all, and you were sure if you asked Engie to find something specific he would be able to with no issue. The bed was quite nice as well. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up without aches and pains.

However, that ‘compromise’ regarding the sleeping arrangements barely lasted three days.

One thing you always knew about Engie was that he was the type to go to sleep very late at night, usually after finalizing the details on weapon blueprints, or tinkering with the Gunslinger. However he suddenly became much more keen on turning in early, especially earlier than you. When you would find him fast asleep on the floor of his room, even when it was not his turn, you pretty much had no choice but to take the bed.

You had tried waking him up a few times. It was no use. The man slept like a rock. He was gentlemanly to the point of frustration, but it only made you more fond of him, if not a bit exasperated. It would be a relief when your room was finally cleaned out and livable again.

This arrangement continued until one especially difficult day. A hard battle had ended in an extremely close victory, but nobody had the energy to celebrate. Battered and exhausted, everyone who needed to made their way to Medic for treatment, and then shuffled off to sleep away the lingering soreness. You got to the room before Engie, who was still being patched up, pulled back the covers and collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy sigh.

You were just beginning to doze off when you heard the door open. You lifted your head to see Engie limping into the room- he had taken a few nasty shots to the leg today. The moment you saw him kneeling down to the floor, you spoke up.

“Engie, don’t be ridiculous,” you said, unable to believe that this man was really about to sleep on the cold floor after such an arduous day. He jumped slightly, having assumed you were already asleep. You shifted over to one side of the bed, making a space just large enough for him to occupy. “Come over here.”

The slight blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you, even in the dim lighting of the room. He sidled up next to you with a sigh. “Thanks darlin.’”

“It’s no problem. We both deserve to be comfortable after today,” you said. Both of you were still in your day clothes, but neither cared enough to change out of them.

However, despite the exhausting day, neither of you were able to sleep for a while. Perhaps it was the lingering giddiness that came with winning such a close battle. Or, maybe it was the undeniable intimacy of sharing a bed, with little room for personal space and barely a gap between the two of you. Engie was the first to say something when it became obvious that sleep wouldn’t come easy, eager to break the awkward silence that reigned while both of you simply lay awake.

“You know, I’ve always wondered, what led you to join up with a bunch of mercenaries?”

The question caught you off guard. Honestly, there were several complicated reasons and events that led you to where you were now. It certainly wasn’t something you wanted to get into in its entirety.

“Probably the same as all of you. Money gets tight, and eventually you just take whatever you can get,” you said. It wasn’t completely untrue, and Engie seemed to relate.

“Guess I should’ve figured as much,” he said with an understanding nod.

“It’s not all bad though,” you added, hesitating before continuing. “I mean, I’ve made friends here. I met you.”

Engie was silent for a moment before responding. “Well, that’s a meeting I wouldn’t trade for the world, darlin’.”

You prayed that your blush was hidden by the darkness of the room. However when Engie’s hand suddenly came up to your cheek, there was no way he didn’t feel the heat radiating from your face. He didn’t comment on it, and you gave him an inquisitive look as he seemed deep in thought. When he did finally speak, he fumbled with his words for a moment before finally managing to say something coherent.

“May I kiss you?”

It was a short, simple question, impossible to be misinterpreted, and yet your brain couldn’t seem to process the request. Within a moment it felt as if your senses were all running on high alert, culminating in an even shorter, one word answer.

“Yes!” The volume at which you spoke was louder than you meant for it to be, displaying your over-excitement in a way that made you want to cover your face and melt through the mattress. With a deep breath, you managed to regain some of your composure, stammering in an attempt to salvage your response. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blunt. I was just trying to say that I would like that. I would like that very much.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Engie said, looking down at you with a soft smile. You were drawn to that expression, already leaning forward a bit. He was the one to close the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours.

He kept it chaste at first, but you could tell he wanted more. It wasn’t long before you made the first move to deepen the kiss, biting gently at his lower lip until he gasped, allowing you entrance. It was an intense, wordless communication of feelings the two of you hadn’t dared to express until now, set out in the open through the parting of lips and the mingling of tongues, culminating in the two of you panting when the need for air pulled you apart.

You weren’t sure when you had wrapped your arms around his shoulders. And you sure as hell weren’t sure when he ended up on top of you either. In a sudden moment of clarity, your face flushed red and a strange combination of shame and excitement overwhelmed you.

“Sorry. Was that too much?” you asked. Doubt was setting in. Maybe he hadn’t wanted something so… passionate. Maybe you had taken it too far. Engie quelled those fears when he finally regained his composure enough to answer.

“No, it was perfect.” His voice was dreamy and breathless. He looked down at you with such genuine fondness, and it made you feel so weak for him, so desperate for his touch. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long while now, darlin’. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was kinda hoping something like this would happen when I invited you to my room.”

“Well, it took you long enough,” you teased before kissing him again. You were eager to resume your exploration of his mouth, but this time he took control, letting his lips travel down and linger on your jawline, eventually descending to your neck and drawing soft whimpers from you as he ventured over the sensitive skin.

Engie sought after those little sounds you made, sucking at the delicate skin on your neck and collar. You shuddered as he gently grazed your skin with his teeth. Even though he was treating you with the utmost care, you had a feeling there would be some marks you would need to cover up tomorrow.

Although he tried to hide it, every noise you made in response to Engie’s ministrations had him growing more aroused by the minute. He had always hoped he would have had more self control in this situation. After all, the only thing that had happened so far was some kissing. Yet that seemed to be enough for him on this particular day, as you soon felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against you through his clothing.

You let out a soft gasp at the sensation. Engie didn’t seem to take notice, still keeping himself busy with marking up your neck. You moved your thigh against his groin just to be sure, and the breathy groan you got in response was all the confirmation you needed.

Engie pulled back suddenly, looking panicked and apologetic, as if he had just come to his senses. “I’m sorry darlin,’ I seem to be getting a bit over excited-”

“No, it’s alright!” you said, cutting him off mid-apology. You wanted him to keep going. You didn’t want him to cease his actions for even a moment, and you made sure he knew that. “I don’t want to stop, please.”

He looked hesitant for a moment, but not unwilling. If anything, he seemed as anxious as you were, and that brought you some respite. The way you looked at him, with desire and anticipation that mirrored his own, was enough to convince him that you truly meant what you said.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Just let me take good care of you.”

Engineer set upon your neck again, this time making a clear effort to leave tell tale bruises. You didn’t mind. It was nothing makeup wouldn’t be able to cover, and you found that you quite enjoyed the gentle bites Engie would sometimes deliver after marking up a new area of your skin.

Still, you felt a bit awkward. It seemed as if Engie was doing all the work. He did tell you to let him take care of you, but surely you should be doing something? The feeling of hands on your hips brought you back to reality. That robotic hand, affixed to its owner through a brilliant feat of engineering and biology, now held a near bruising grip on your hip. You winced and Engie loosened his grasp with a soft apology.

Even though it had hurt, there was something tantalizing about the idea that the Gunslinger had only been exerting a small fraction of the power stored in those robotic joints. And now, Engie kept its pressure under control perfectly, using it to hold you gently, eventually working the metal digits beneath the hem of your shirt. You took that as your cue to take some initiative, stripping off your top before Engie had the chance to do it himself. He looked surprised for a moment before realizing that you were staring, most likely waiting for him to undress as well. He began to hastily unfasten the buttons on his shirt and you watched eagerly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth.

Not wanting to just sit there ogling, you did the most obvious thing you could think of and started kissing him again. It was rougher than before and a bit clumsy, especially as the two of you tried to multitask, undressing each other until most of your clothes were discarded on the bedroom floor. Engie paused when he reached the waistband of your underwear, as if he was waiting for permission to go further.

“Go on, Dell,” you whispered, the use of his name catching his attention immediately. “Please.”

He gave you a quick nod and carefully removed your undergarments as well, leaving you naked beneath him. You laid back, glancing to the side awkwardly as you realized you weren’t quite sure what came next. Dell, seeming to sense your uncertainty, thankfully spoke up.

“It’s alright, darlin.’ Just start by telling me what you want.” He was being genuine, clearly not making any attempt to tease you. Still, the idea of putting words to all the things you had fantasized about before this moment made your face flush red.

“I want…” you paused, taking a moment to think before continuing with a shaky sigh. “I want you to touch me, please.”

Dell grinned down at you, making you blush harder. “Oh, like this?”

You shivered as you felt his fingers slide along your slit. He held eye contact with you, taking in every reaction you made. You gave a soft whimper when he dipped into you, gently thrusting with his fingers. Once Dell was sure you were starting to relax he shifted his focus to your clit, making your body shudder and your back arch against the mattress.

He was attentive, making sure to ease up whenever you seemed to be getting overwhelmed. He held your hips still with his prosthetic, and once again you were reminded that the Gunslinger was exerting a mere fraction of its power on you. The idea of being somewhat restrained by such a powerful work of machinery was incredibly erotic.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Dell’s voice brought you back to reality, along with the fact that he was no longer moving within you.

“Fuck, yes! Keep going,” you begged, squirming at the lack of stimulation. The soft chuckle you got in response was followed by Dell doing something especially nice with his fingers, curling them within you. You couldn’t hold back a sharp moan, bucking against his fingers- or at least you would have if you weren’t still being held still.

“That’s a real nice spot isn’t it?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in close. You gasped as he continued to press a finger against your sweet spot, carefully working in a second digit to allow for more pressure.

Dell knew how to read your body surprisingly well, and he knew that if he simply let his thumb rub against your clit right now it would bring you to orgasm. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to really take in the sight of you writhing like this, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. However, being the gentleman he was, he couldn’t deny you for long, especially when you started to buck your hips. He couldn’t stand to see you so needy. He wanted to see you come for him.

As he continued to work his fingers inside of you he used his thumb to circle over your clit, making you shudder and moan into your hand. You didn’t want anyone to overhear you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to contain your sounds, especially as you finally felt the pleasure overwhelm you. You came with a shaky groan, whimpering his name as you rode out your orgasm.

Dell pulled his fingers away when you began to squirm from overstimulation. He didn’t say anything at first, completely captivated by how you looked as you relaxed in the afterglow. Your tousled hair, flushed face, and half lidded eyes created a gorgeous picture for him to take in.

“Hey, what is it?” you asked when you finally caught your breath and noticed him staring.

“Nothing, you’re just so pretty,” Dell said, chuckling softly. He knew it probably sounded a bit juvenile, but it was the truth. “Ain’t never seen anything like it.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that statement. “You must be kidding,” you said, just barely managing to contain a laugh. “I’m certain a guy like you has been with plenty of pretty girls.”

“Nope, at least, none that I really care for.” He went quiet for a moment, as if contemplating his next words carefully before continuing. His voice was softer, almost shy. “But I care about you, I really do. I want to make you feel good, make you feel loved like you should be.”

You somehow managed to blush even brighter than you already were. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to respond. You looked deep in thought for a while, and Dell began to worry.

“Was that too much?” His apologetic tone brought you back to reality. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want this to be a one time thing-”

“No! Nothing’s wrong,” you stammered, trying to find the words to express what you were feeling. “I guess I’m just not used to it, the whole ‘being cared for’ thing. It feels nice.”

You felt like you were stumbling through your sentences, fearing that you were coming off as clumsy and awkward. Nothing you were saying seemed nearly as eloquent as it had sounded in your head, but then again, such things almost never were.

“Well, you better get used to it,” Dell said with a low chuckle. “Cause by the end of the night, I wanna make you feel like the most cared for person in the world.”

Before you could respond, Dell’s lips were on yours again, and you didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. You shivered as you tasted his lips and tongue, longing for more of him, more to feel, more to taste. Your hands began to wander, lower and lower until you were able to palm at Dell’s erection, straining against the front of his briefs, which you now realized you had neglected to remove. He pulled away with a gasp and you grinned up at him, an idea beginning to form.

“Let's switch. Let me be on top,” you said, letting go and rolling out from under him.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Dell said, his voice shaking with lust and anticipation as he laid back on the bed and watched you climb on top of him.

You kissed your way down his body, letting your hands wander. He watched, shuddering when you palmed over his chest and then downward, until the tips of your fingers finally slipped just below his waistband. You pulled his briefs down with a quick motion, freeing his erection.

Dell exhaled and gave you an inquisitive look, as if to silently ask, “what are you planning to do now?” You didn’t hesitate to show him exactly what your intentions were, leaning down and taking his cock into your mouth with a muffled moan. The sharp gasp you got in response certainly didn’t disappoint, and you quickly got to work bobbing your head and using your tongue in all the right ways.

“Oh god, darlin,’” Dell groaned, placing a hand on the back of your head. He was careful not to push you, but the tightening grip on your hair was indicative of how well you were doing. He was quite vocal, letting you know just how good you were making him feel. You would be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego a bit. “Just like that, keep workin’ your tongue around, damn you're good at this!”

It was intoxicating to see Dell start to come undone by your efforts, the taste of precum soon becoming noticeable. You were tempted to finish him off like this, to simply let him spill down your throat and swallow every last drop. But you also wanted him inside you so badly, and the pulsing arousal between your hips wouldn’t allow you to deny yourself much longer. You pulled away, accompanied by a disappointed groan. That disappointment wouldn’t last long.

“I want to ride you.” Your voice was breathless and heavy, making the statement sound more like a desperate plea.

He let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying to contain his excitement. Dell just barely managed to keep a wide grin from spreading across his face, answering with a shaky “Alright.” He almost sounded nervous, and you couldn’t help but find it rather cute.

You positioned yourself over him, his briefs now pulled much further down his thighs. Your breath hitched as you finally sank down onto his cock, dissolving into a low moan as you took him fully inside you. You felt Dell’s grip on your thighs tighten, the strength of his mechanical hand startling you for the third time that night as you felt the metal joints squeeze your flesh. His touch traveled up to your hips as you adjusted, eventually coming to rest on your ass when you finally began to move.

“You take me so well,” Dell moaned, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. “You look so pretty bouncing on my cock like that, darlin’.”

You whimpered at his praise, some part of you knowing you shouldn’t be too loud, even as you rode him harder and faster. Your lower lip was caught firmly between your teeth as you tried to muffle yourself. Even so, some louder moans and gasps managed to escape whenever you hit a particularly good spot. Dell found it adorable whenever you would clasp your hand over your mouth, only to begin biting your lip once again as you needed both hands to keep your balance.

Meanwhile, he was just barely restraining himself from flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress. The sight above him was gorgeous- your body squirming atop his as he held your curves in his hands. However, it only made him more curious to know what it would be like to have you below him, writhing and grasping at the bedsheets and he ravished you. Even with how much he wanted that, he resisted. After all, it was becoming quite clear from your failing efforts to keep quiet and the way you were beginning to grind against him that you were getting close. Dell didn’t want to throw you off your rhythm, especially when he was beginning to feel himself lose control as well.

“You’re gonna come real soon, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking your body up and down with the utmost care, taking note of every sensitive area he could use to enhance your pleasure. “Go on sweetheart, say it.”

You cried out, any attempt at keeping your voice down now completely abandoned. Even if you were able to control yourself, the creaking of the bed frame would still be a dead giveaway to what was going on behind closed doors. But you didn’t care anymore, it all felt too good.

“Fuck, Dell! I’m so close,” you cried as you started grinding against him, the stimulation to your clit finally pushing you over the edge.

Dell bucked upward, lost in the sensation of your body trembling around him in the throes of your pleasure. You would have lost your balance if it weren’t for the firm grip he held on your waist keeping you steady. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer, shuddering as he reached his peak. You were pulled down on top of him, pressed against his body as the two of you came down from the high. Soon the only noise you could hear was the two of you breathing heavily, the rise and fall of Dell’s chest beneath you lulling you into a drowsy state.

You didn’t disturb the peace for several minutes, especially when the ache began to settle in your thighs and the idea of moving became far less appealing. As it turned out, riding on top took a hefty physical toll after a while. You must have been enjoying yourself too much to acknowledge it while actually doing it. The irony that you had now traded a stiff and aching back for sore legs was not lost on you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. That was an issue for later.

“You alright, darlin’?” Dell’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I’m more than alright,” you said, a giddy laugh escaping you. “That was amazing.”

He smiled fondly at you, shifting slightly so that you were side by side and pulling you close. You relaxed into the embrace, eager for the comfort his touch brought you. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I like making you feel good,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver. “And I’m guessing the days of ‘taking turns’ in the bed are over?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, although it was muffled due to your face being buried against Dell’s chest. You would have thought the answer to that would be obvious, but apparently not. You were able to get over your laughter long enough to mumble a faint “Of course” before letting yourself drift off, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as the two of you both gave in to the allure of sleep.

[onthecourtbugs]

Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that 😂

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

[collidescopeeyes]

Hey so I'm kind of in a tm-not-so-good place right now, so if possible can I get a Heartsteel Aphelios x reader who's dealing with a narcissistic/emotionally abusive parent? Or if possible it's Aphelios and their S/O but they also have the rest of the Heartsteel members and Alune to help them through it. As you can see by the request, I'm dealing with this right now and i kinda need the comfort, thank you!

As someone whose dealt with far too much of that myself recently, my heart goes out to you anon ❤️ hope things get easier soon.

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You have ‘hey, are you awake?’ typed into the chatbox, thumb hovering indecisively over the send button, for a good fifteen minutes before Aphelios messages you. You aren't expecting it–it’s almost midnight, and Phel might be a night owl, but he also has a job. Part of the reason you'd been reluctant to text him–he’s busy, and you'd hate to wake him.

‘You okay?’ the text reads. You spend a moment wondering why he'd ask that, and then realize if he was texting you this late at night he also would have seen your typing notification hovering there for god knows how long. Which also means pretending you're fine is probably out of the picture as well–even if he didn't know you were visiting your parents this weekend, he's always been had a knack for seeing straight through you. May as well be honest, then.

‘not really tbh’ you type back. ‘like I'm fine I'm just…….blehhh. y'know.’

‘Want company?’ comes the immediate reply, because Phel puts sugar to shame. Too sweet for his own good, probably, because he really shouldn't be driving around at fuck o’clock at night to keep you company– ‘I missed you :(‘ comes the follow up text, neatly defeating the argument you were just building up in your head.

‘...can I come over?’ you ask anyway. ‘i don't really want to be at home right now’

‘ofc. I'm already putting my shoes on, I'll see you soon ❤️’

You send a heart back, click your phone off, and stare blankly up at the fading afterimage of the bright screen against your dark ceiling. You have no idea what time you'd gotten home, but you'd had about enough energy to crawl into bed and not much else. As such, you're pretty much still dressed, plus you're pretty sure you have clean clothes at Phel’s place. Even if you didn't, you'd steal one of his shirts to sleep in and Alune would have something to lend you in the morning. You're pretty sure she likes dressing you up, or at least, she has a habit of leveraging her industry connections to get amazing deals on clothes she just happens to think you'd look cute in. Kayn likes to joke she's trying to steal you away from Aphelios.

A knock on your front door startles you to attention, followed by jingling keys as Phel lets himself in. How long had you been zoning out for? He lived like fifteen minutes away, and it felt like it'd barely been five. You drag yourself out of bed as he pushes open your bedroom door, and even in the dim light from the street lamp outside your window you see him smile when he sees you. Immediately, you're wrapped up in a hug, and you feel him press a kiss to your hairline. The anxious knot that's been in your chest ever since you left this weekend eases a little, and you clutch at his hoodie trying to absorb that feeling. He smells like fresh laundry and comfort and home.

“...hi,” you offer after a moment, your voice slightly muffled from where you're pressing your face into his chest. You lean back, reaching over to fumble with your lamp so you can actually see him. “You got here faster than I thought, sorry.”

He shrugs. “I was at Yone’s, the bands having a movie night,” he signs. “We can join them, if you're feeling up for it, or we can just go back to mine and chill. It's up to you.”

You blink up at him. “What movie?”

“The mummy series,” he signs. “Ez is getting super offended, it's really funny.”

You huff a laugh. “That sounds…perfect, actually. You're sure nobody will mind?”

He waves a hand at you. “Of course not, the guys love you.” A smile curves your lips, and he pauses, a fond look in his eye before he ducks his head to press a kiss to your lips. “Not that I wouldn't be happy to monopolize you, but, y'know.”

You laugh. “I think Alune would have words about that.”

He shrugs. “Gotta flex my older brother privileges sometime. You good to go?”

You glance at your still unpacked bag, then nod–that was a tomorrow problem. Maybe the day after. His car is parked outside, still warm from the drive over–he must've cranked the heater for you, because left to his own devices Aphelios wouldn't feel the need for a jacket in a walk in freezer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He signs as you pull out onto the quiet streets, one hand on the wheel.

You sigh deeply. “It's…nothing new, and I probably should've expected this because this is what always happens, but…I dunno, I was hoping we could have a mature conversation this time? But no, same old song and dance. Nothing is ever their fault, and if I get them to stop deflecting long enough to actually admit they did something wrong, I must only be bringing it up because I'm an terrible daughter who's just trying to hurt them, and then the whole thing turns into a big confrontation when all I wanted was…I dunno, some acknowledgement that ‘hey, that was a fucked up thing I did,’” you gesture vaguely at the dashboard, frustrated, and then deflate with a defeated sigh. He reaches over and squeezes your hand in wordless comfort. You offer him a weak smile. “It's fine. I'll be fine. It's just…exhausting, you know?"

He nods, and with a final squeeze you let his hand go so he can sign “I'm sorry. It's not fair, and you deserve better.” He glances at you, brow pulled together in worry. “If you ever need anything, comfort or company or help, I'm here for you. We all are. Doesn't matter how late it is or how far away you are, I'll come running.”

You probably shouldn't try to kiss him while he's driving. “Thanks,” you say instead, voice soft. “I…can't tell you how much that means to me.”

He smiles, but if he has a reply his hands are occupied pulling into Yone’s driveway. Still, he's not driving anymore, so that makes it fair game to lean across the console to kiss the life out of him.

--Right up until you hear Yone's door open. You break apart, only to see Alune standing on the doorstep, hands on her hips. She signs something too fast for you to catch in the dim streetlight, and then flounces back inside. Phel laughs, and you look at him curiously. “She called me an attention hog,” he signs, chuckling.

You laugh. “Well, we better not keep her waiting.”

The sound of the movie filters in as you enter the house and make your way to the living room, coupled with familiar voices and laughter. “--and codex style books weren't even invented until the Roman Empire!” Ezreal is arguing as you walk in, gesturing at the screen animatedly. “It would’ve been a papyrus scroll!” A chorus of greetings sounds over the tail end of his sentence, apparently dismissing what's no doubt the tail end of a long rant. They're scattered around the room–Alune and Ezreal on the long couch, K'Sante and Yone in the twin armchairs on either side, Sett lounging on the beanbag in the corner and Kayn laying directly on the carpeted floor, ankles crossed on the edge of the couch and watching the movie upside-down.

“He's been going on like this the whole time,” Sett informs you by way of greeting, grinning.

“Someone has to hold Hollywood accountable for their blatant disregard for historical accuracy!” Ezreal insists hotly, before fixing you with a pleading look. “Back me up here, you think papyrus scrolls are cool, right?”

“Pretty cool, yeah,” you agree. Alune animatedly gestures you over to two free spaces on the couch with a beaming grin, which you have no doubt she pulled rank to acquire. Kayn offers you a wave as you step over him.

“I saved some snacks,” she whispers as you settle by her side, Phel on your other. True to her word, she has a bowl of chips in one hand and a punnet of chocolate dipped strawberries in the other. Ezreal tries to sneak one of the latter while she's distracted, only for her to whip her head around and give him a narrow eyed look, to which he immediately begins to feign stretching instead.

“How was your trip?” Yone asks. You must make a face, because he frowns. “Ah. My condolences. Family matters are often... uniquely troubling."

You wince. “It was…not great, yeah. I don't...really want to get into it.”

“I'm just putting this out there, but if you want someone vanished you can just say the word, I know a guy,” Kayn offers from the floor.

You stifle a laugh. “Are you the guy?”

“Me or one of my siblings,” he qualifies. “Depends, how many people you want killed?”

“You cannot keep threatening to sic your family members on people you don't like simply because your father teaches all his foster children martial arts,” K'Sante points out dryly.

“It's not just because of that,” Kayn argues. “It's part of the pact–everyone gets one favor, no questions asked, everybody has to chip in if they can."

“And you…haven't used yours yet?” Yone asks skeptically.

“Nope,” Kayn says cheerfully. “I covered up my fuckups and achieved my numerous impressive exploits by my own merits, thank you.”

“I do not need anyone killed,” you confirm.

“Yet,” Ezreal corrects sagely, only to interrupt himself with an aghast gasp. “He's reading hieroglyphs in the wrong direction!” he cries, pointing accusingly at the screen. Phel puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side, and like this–snuggled up with him, surrounded by your friends and terrible movie–it was suddenly a lot easier to believe everything was going to be okay.

[urfavslav]

reader is hajime’s older sib & knows inui. haji and reader have a yor & yuri relationship (spy x family)

“How come you’re here, in Japan ?” The platinum blonde pointed at the floor as he rambled on as you were cooking, still in shock with your random appearance.

“I’m just visiting ! plus i wanted me to check on my brother. what’s going on with you seishu ?”

“i.” He stopped to think before he spoke— "I’m doing alright.“ inupi’s eyes traveled downwards to watch his twiddling thumbs, a giddy feeling overtaking him.

You took off your apron and started pulling plates down for your late dinner, "Yeah ? That’s wonderful, i hear you got a motor business goin’ on ?” A small warm smile gracing your features, one he’d missed.

“Mhm, with a friend, you should stop by sometime.” seishu got up to help set the table as the door knobs started twisting, “Hey, (name) who’s at the door ?”

A visiblelight bulb went off above uour head. “HAJI, ITS OPEN !!”

“GOT IT.” A familiar voice shouted back, one he identified as hajime opened your front door.

“(name) ?!” he yells out for you. akin to a marco, polo game. “Kitchen !! and guess who’s over for dinner tonight ?”

A dumbfounded look takes over your brother’s face as he see’s his old best friend sitting at the kitchen island. “Oh, Inupi.” Your brother attends to spew out a jumble of words, making the smallest amount of sense to you and even less to seishu.

“Ah ta ta, think about it and calm down Haji.”

“Why’s inupi over for dinner ? And, how come your over ? Got tired of Italy? What’s for dinner anyway.” He let out his questions in a conscious stream of thoughts, missing how close you got while he spoke.

“Well, I missed ya, figured a visit was in order. Italy is fine, just missed good ol’ japan. I wanted to catch up with you, plus inupi was in the area ! And its soup, zuppa toscana, my favorite <3”

He nodded taking in what you said before listening to you continue. “Won’t be a problem, hm haji ? Go wash up, both of ya’.” Your serpant eyed brother nodded his head as they both went off.

‘this is nice,’ you trailed off in thought, old memories of the four of you together. 'hanging with my boys, gonna miss it when I go back to europe…’

“…me), heyyy…”

“oh sei, thanks, did you guys start eating?” you stopped zoning out as he called you, “well, hajime did..”

“HEY, I WAS STARVING!!” You all laughed before chatting it up at dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve been back and you were enjoying it to the max. Shopping, walking around your hometown, visiting old friends even. Sharing stories of your life in Europe.

After dinner bringing you all together is has come time to break you back apart. Sending inupi home for the night and doing dishes with your brother, giving the evening a nice solemnly atmosphere.

“(Name).. ?” Your brother called out, setting the dried dish back in the cupboard. “Hm ? What’s up Haji ?” He turned, his dark eyes staring straight into yours.

“Would you, consider…” He trailed off, debating to finish his thoughts when you faced him, clearing your throat and making hand motions to continue.

“Would you consider staying here for a while ? You could stay here ! I have an extra room not being used and, I just, kinda miss you..” that last part mumbled under his breath.

Your tired eyes softened at his request, setting the sponge and cup down, you enveloped your brother in a hug. “I’d love it too. I can take care of my lil bro, don’t think I can’t see your eye bags.” Giggling with your sibling you finished the dishes and went off to get ready for bed.

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

[princelylove]

aaa i'm kinda shy to ask this, your highness-- may i ask for yan!Doppio & yan!Diego (seperate) comforting reader,, ngl i wanna hold them//be held by them TTvTT;;

i also hope you're doing well, your highness!

There's no need to be shy, anon. I only bite sometimes, and not very hard.

Doppio is surprisingly good at comforting his darling, considering his lack of general empathy. He may be a difficult man to read, but he does love you, regardless of what the man you’ve only heard the voice of says. 

He treats everything like it’s normal, so this whole “kidnapped a stranger” thing doesn’t seem as… overbearing. He gives you a lot of space in general, you could think of him as more of a forever roommate if you didn’t like him, but when you’re like this, he can’t help himself. Doppio’s calculated nature is often canceled out by how clumsy he is, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with taking care of you. As long as he can bring you what you need without zoning out. 

You might feel like a child being consoled by a parent. A toddler, specifically. Doppio only knows what works for him- and he comforts Diavolo in…. more morbid ways, so he assumes you like to be comforted in the same way he does. He doesn’t babytalk you, he just over-simplifies whatever the problem is, and offers you a distraction.

Diavolo babies him despite Doppio being more mature. How funny. When they were younger, Diavolo would steal books for Doppio to read in his hiding spot, so Doppio assumes that’s what you would like to do. He can’t do the voices as well as Diavolo can, but he’ll try his best.

If reading to you doesn’t work, Doppio assumes you’d prefer some quiet time. Which is fine! You can just sit there while he hugs you, and talks about whatever he’s thinking about- which is likely work, or if the dynamics between Passione members have changed... it's like your own personal reality tv show, in a way.

But if we’re being honest, he cheats. He can literally look in the future to see what route is going to get him the best results. Why guess when he can have the answer ready in a few seconds? 

“Heeey, it’s okay, come here. Tell me what happened, we can fix it.” 

Diego doesn’t see what could possibly be upsetting you so much that his mere presence isn’t your immediate salvation. Doesn’t the sight of his face fix all of your problems? No? Why not. Are you not in love with him. 

When you shove your face into his stomach, he’s at a loss for words. He knew you liked touching him, but he doesn’t like to be touched when he’s emotional, so… He just didn’t expect this. When Diego’s upset, he acts out, and requires either tons of space or total worship. It depends why he’s upset…

Diego rubs your back, and lightly plays with pieces of your hair, if he can. You may sob into him as much as you’d like, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon, and won’t move from this spot for as long as you need him. He might even shut up for once, depending on what’s upsetting you! 

If your cries are getting particularly bad, he forces your face up to look at him directly. He’s gentle as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, and, hey, this is probably the only time you’ve seen his mouth closed. It’s closed sometimes, sure, when he’s all grumpy and pretending you’re oh-so-annoying, but never just…. relaxed. He’s finally calm, and all it took was you sobbing your brains out. 

He can be charming when he wants to be- which is normally, but not lately. He’s gotten too comfortable ever since his stand developed to really care about manners, but he breaks out all of his smooth talking skills just for you. 

“Don’t make that face… It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

Funny enough he’s the same type to go “... Did you get it all out of your system?” if you stop crying without his assistance.

[pan-era-musings]

Pain Hurts

I knew it was coming. It's a gradual thing for me. First comes the bit of tingle, going from a spot on the upper rear side of my head down to the temples and back behind the ears, slowly wrapping around the back of the head.

Then wham! The sledgehammer hits.

We are now in the migraine zone.

All migraines are not created equal.

Some hit like a freight train, reducing the recipient to quivering mass, demanding no sound, no light and relief.

For others like me, especially olders, the migraine comes and stays, occasionally getting worse or receding to almost, but never nothing.

Mine is always there, always painful. The pain site on top of my head is always tender to the touch.

You would think that's the worst of it but you would be wrong.

I also have a nasty version of Rheumatiod Arthritis combined with DISH. DISH is a nasty little bugger that allows calcium deposits to form where your tendons connect, causing the tendon to become stiff and lack flexibility.

On the RA side, the tendons in my thumb joints have pretty much disintegrated so that my formerly opposable thumbs are curving into the palm of my hand. The back of my hand appears to show no thumbs.

Some of us Melungeons are born with two thumbs. Not me.

There are days when I would gladly amputate them instead of putting up with the intense pain that comes from using opposable thumbs.

We won't even get into the effects of major spine and cervical surgery years ago.

The best part is on a good day for me you'd never know. On a bad day, you don't see me.

Getting older can be a pain in the ass... or neck... or back... or head... For some of us, just like the beat, the pain goes on and on.

According to the CDC, 20.9% of Americans suffer from chronic pain, 6.9%of those have high impact pain. High impact pain is defined as pain so chronic that it prevents the patient from engaging in normal daily activities.

How do we cope? It ain't easy.

I now have six doctors: personal doc, cardiologist, neurologist, rumatologist, hand doctor and orthopedist.

Between the seven of us, we can't come up with a pain management treatment that works for me... yet.

There is always hope.

Opioids and assorted narcotics are out because of my past addiction to them.

Ice and heat only go so far.

NSAIDS are out because I'm taking other drugs that don't interact well with them. Plus, there's always the kidney function issue from taking too many of these types of pain relief drugs.

What's left?

Tumeric, ginger and cinnamon tea.

Injections into the joints.

Infusion therapy.

Lose more weight to lessen the impact on joints (like that's happening).

A autoimmune drug for the PA.

A regular migraine shot.

Massage

Stretching and yoga.

Hitting the gym for weights and cardio.

Does any of this work?

Kinda, sorta, maybe. At least it's something.

This is not a feel sorry for Stephen screed. I'm fine. My meditation and practice keep me good most of the time.

Sadly, there are so many out there who can not get relief from their battle with pain. Some haven't found the right treatment combo yet. Others can't afford the treatments.

As with all things medicine, the more money you have, the better your treatments and treatment options are.

#pain. #arthritis. #migraine

[theroadtoonestrueself]

A sudden realization

You know my whole life I’ve been told I’m weird for some of the things I do, so here’s all the things I realize that I do a lot.

1. I often tend to copy characteristics from characters from shows and video games that sometimes I really never know myself if that makes sense. Now sometimes my real personality comes out and I don’t realize it until I embarrass myself and then I’m like oh shit. I’ve done this my whole life when I really think about it, anytime I like a character I start to embody that character maybe that’s because I’m dramatic or something.

2. I don’t like multiple sounds at the same time that’s why I wear headphones a lot if you ever noticed, an example would be in school there would be a lot of noise from people talking or walking down the stairs or birds chirping that would kinda make it hard to think or concentrate or it would just freak me out because I’m hearing all this stuff at the same time so I would put my headphone on and just drown it all out, don’t get me wrong in the right place I’m just fine with it like with my family or if I’m with friends I know but if it’s say a place that makes me nervous or a new place I get scared and it’s easier to just listen to music or something that calms me down. Some of my friends knew about this in school that I remember one time when we were all like hanging out one of them I guess saw that I was nervous and took their headphones around their neck and put it on my ears and put on a song we both liked and gave me a thumbs up.

3. I tend to get lost in the imagination of my mind and what I mean by that is I zone out and imagine a situation or someone who isn’t there at all. Of course I don’t really see them but I imagine their there, an example would be when I’m really nervous or I’m really scared i imagine destiny’s right next to me, guiding me through all of it. Another example would be sometimes I’ll do that thing they do in sitcoms where they would look into the camera even though I know there’s no camera I still look to the side of me like there is, Also if im in a room I tend to imagine angles and where a camera would go, like if I was there directing something and if I’m listening to a song I can picture in my mind a music video to it, camera angles and everything.

4. I obsess over and harp over anything or everything wether it be a crush, a song, a movie, something some said I don’t know how to not until I eventually forget about it which is rare but does happen from time to time, my brain gets like glued to that one thing and it’s all I think about or listen to or say like right now it’s Doja cat and probably in a month it’ll be someone else else. an example would be well like I said previously but say you say something or you say a word that I find interesting or you yelled at me and I believe you are mad at me I repeat it in my head over and over and over and over until I get distracted by something or I blurt it out. it gets to a point my parents or brother usually say “shut up, stop” or “no, I’m not mad at you” like you have to say what exactly what you feel for me to get over it and even then I still think about it but that only applies to if I think you’re mad and why if you ever get the “are you mad at me?” Text.

5. You know when people say I learned from that mistake yeah no I’m not like that I make the same mistakes constantly without even realizing it, like you think for a person who thinks about ever little detail in everything that they would learn but no it just goes over my head like it didn’t happen. I sometimes say hurtful things to people that to me isn’t hurtful and people have to tell me and then I feel awful about it but in the moment I don’t grasp that it can hurt their feelings, my mom usually says “what if someone said that to you” and depending on what I said I usually say “oh my bad” or “yeah I don’t get it”. I get I’m 22 but for some reason I just don’t seem to learn.

6. I’m very sensitive, like I can get my feelings hurt very, very easily. It doesn’t take much and when it happens I feel like my hands can shoot lighting like they shake and all it takes is for me to embarrass myself or someone say something. In the moment it may not seem like you hurt my feelings since I’m good at hiding it but here I’ll tell you a secret it’s when I’m quiet.. wait that can mean many things are wrong in the moment actually just always assume you hurt me if you said something hurtful because 9 times out of 10 you did and I’m waiting for you to leave so I can cry about it or scream about it.

7. Sometimes I have a hard time with eye contact, it honestly depends on the person. If you’re a family member or a friend I’m usually ok but some I don’t like looking right in the eyes I tend to look in a different direction, it also happens when I think someone is very attractive but that also may be because I’m also kinda shy. If I look you in the eye it’s because I’m comfortable with you and am letting you look me in the eyes or my god complex kicked in due to thinking I’m better than you and I see you as below me, this happens with people I HATE. It’s a power thing like “No, I’m the king of this place” it happens at work and school, rarely anywhere else or sometimes if I met people and they suck.

8. I have a hard time sleeping. There’s multiple reasons like I don’t know how to turn my brain off, I’m over horny, I like the night and being alone and I feel like I’m missing something. We’ve tried many things over the two decades I’ve been alive but no medication or meditation have worked. I also sleep all day because I’m up the whole night which yes I know is bad for my health but I would sleep if I could, I usually have to wait for the sun to come up or I just wait there laying in bed till like 12 in the afternoon and then I fall asleep or I decided to just stay up for the rest of the day which usually means I’m gonna take a nap.

9. I am way too horny for someone my age, like im never not horny I suppress it which I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not but I always feel like I can have sex with multiple people for a day straight, like nothing but straight fucking 24/7 wether it be woman, men or trans folks. I’ve been like this since I hit puberty maybe it’s because I’m still a virgin and haven’t felt what it’s like to have sex with someone or maybe it’s because I just idk.

10. I naturally shake a lot, like my hands shake even when I’m not nervous or cold. I also play with my fingers if I’m bored or shy or concerned or concentrating, done this my whole life.

11. I tend to slide walk what I mean is I don’t walk normally I like to turn and slide as if I’m dancing, it happens a-lot at work since I have slippy shoes I like to spin around when I place something or if I’m waking and there’s someone in the way or something in the way I tend to just turn my whole body on beat to what song I’m listening to or even if I’m not listening to music I still do it, I use to like duck under all the tall people at school when going to the bus or class, I also can stop short when I’m walking as if I had breaks, I just stop when I feel like I can get hurt or walk into someone or something. Sometimes I’ll be looking behind me and I’ll suddenly just stop like it was an instant instinct and I’ll catch me off guard.

I think that’s everything, I may be forgetting some stuff or yet to realize I do that stuff but yeah 🤍

(12/28/2022)

[hiddles-and-skittles]

Not Just A One-Time Thing

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,046

Summary: When in Rome-or some random event that you definitely don’t want to be at-and after pushing every one of Bucky’s buttons, you take it upon yourself to have a party of your own. In a closet. With Bucky.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, rivals to lovers, heavy teasing, blushing idiots, Bucky’s anxiety, smut, fluffy smut because it’s good for the soul, mutual pining idiots who don’t know they’re mutual pining idiots, a little angst but it all ends fluffy because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise!

Notes: I haven’t written much in a hot minute, I’m going through a lot right now (potential liver failure) and this is one thing I’m sorta proud of! I’ve stated before that I don’t typically write smut, which is true because ya girl is inexperienced and it’s completely unfamiliar, but I like to push myself out of my comfort zone and see what I can do. Sometimes it’s great, sometimes it flops. But you won’t know until you try. And me? I want to try everything.  

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

"You're going."

Sam’s stern voice echoes in your head as you resist the urge to slap yourself in the face.

"No." You desperately hope the simple word is sufficient enough that he decides not to argue.

"I will drag you there in a dress if I have to."  

"If you're trying to threaten me you'll have to do better than that."  

He chuckles. "Alright fine. Then he’ll drag you there," he points a thumb in the direction of your third roommate, Bucky, and the corner of Bucky’s mouth slightly twitches. There’s always been a slight rivalry between the two of you, never a real reason behind it. All you know is that if Sam’s attention is on you, Bucky stares at you as if he’ll rip your head clean from your body. It can be intimidating sometimes, but you know it’s just what he does; he’s insanely protective of anyone he holds dear, and you’ll admit it’s fairly admirable. Maybe kinda hot.

Most people would probably cower from the former assassin’s lingering glare, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about those piercing blue eyes boring into you as he fucks you relentlessly into your mattress. So you challenge him by being as annoying as you possibly can to see how far he’ll go before he snaps.

"I’m not wearing a dress in this weather."

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Sam asks, his hands on his hips.

You narrow your eyes. “It's almost in the negatives out.” He sighs and mumbles a quick ‘whatever’ under his breath, giving up and leaving the room. Bucky watches him intently until the door shuts, leaving the both of you alone. His eyes flick to you.

*

“This is big for him,” he starts, taking a breath. “Imagine having something this important to you and we don't show.”

“Well I'd encourage you not to, I wouldn't want to be there more than likely.”

His jaw clenches and he frustratingly huffs through his nose, taking a chair and flipping it around to sit with his arms leaning on the top of it. After a moment of silence, he tilts his head. “They have alcohol.”

You sigh, resting your cheek in your palm. “So?”

“So,” he shrugs suggestively.

“I don't like alcohol,” you simper.

He rolls his eyes and throws his head back with a dramatic ugh, his previously annoyed demeanor returning. “I'll drink for you then.”

“Yeah okay,” you snort. “And I have to be completely sober? Pass.”

“Just-” he squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his brow with his thumb and index finger, exhaling sharply before looking you in the eye. “Wear a stupid dress, alright?”

You cock an eyebrow. “Oh? You went casual last time, were you the exception to the rule?”

He licks his lips. “Tell you what. I'll wear a suit if you go.”

You sit back in your chair, a sinister smile appearing on your face. “...I don't think that's enough incentive.”

“What do you want from me?” he growls.

“Hmm...I don't know yet.” His metal hand makes a fist and you chuckle. “I'll go.”

It’s only been about twenty minutes at the crowded event, but you’ve managed to situate yourself and try your best not to acknowledge the men staggering around leering at you. You thought this place would be far classier, but clearly where there is alcohol, there are people who lack self-control.

You don a sequined red dress that hugs your curves and goes past your knees, and a faux white fur jacket covering your shoulders to try and stave off some of the cold.  

Sam walks on stage and the crowd immediately cheers for him, and a small proud smile appears on your face. Your eyes find Bucky from across the floor and your breath hitches, finding it difficult to take your eyes off him as he makes his way over to you.  

Damn.

He fidgets as he stands beside you and takes in the way you look at him. He buzzed off more of his hair, his scruff has grown out a little but it’s neatly trimmed, and as promised, he’s dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching tie.  

“I know. I look ridiculous.” His brows furrow as he tenses up.

“I wouldn't say that,” you purr. He turns to you, his cheeks tinged pink as he smiles bashfully. Cheering erupts once again as the host asks to give Sam a warm welcome, and he soon starts his speech.

It’s times like these Bucky wishes you weren’t such a punk, because he’d kill to tell you how he feels. Of course you don’t feel the same because you always push his buttons, and Sam never should have let him move in with you two because you’ll never accept him in fully, but he really wants to kiss you and sometimes bend you over a table but-  

You both stand away from everyone and around the refreshment tables and Sam eventually throws a mention to you both, a spotlight beaming on you for a second while the audience shouts. You give an awkward smile and wave, both of you hating the attention, and when it disappears Bucky is visibly uncomfortable with strangers’ eyes on him. You turn to him and place a hand on his arm.

“Wanna get a dri-”

“-Yes,” he interrupts quickly, apologizing immediately and making you giggle. You walk towards the alcohol and find an ice tub of beer. He watches your hips sway seductively as you leave his side and wonders if you’re doing that intentionally, but it doesn’t matter; in the end it’s got his mouth watering for something that isn’t alcohol, something that could get him just as drunk.  

He stays a few steps behind, raking his eyes over your body at least a dozen times. You turn around as if in slow motion and he can’t help but compare your beauty to that of a young Vivien Leigh, but he quickly dismisses his thoughts and grasps the bottle you reach out to him. He pops the top, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swigs the drink, causing you to swallow thickly and wet your lips at the sight. Fuck. After almost downing the entire bottle he nurses it in his gloved left hand, and you look away, feeling warmth spread over your body. He gazes at you when you’re no longer paying attention to him.  

“You look lovely,” he blurts out, interrupting his own thoughts and nearly choking on his drink.  

“Really?” you whisper in disbelief. He hesitates when you don’t fully react, but you give in and tug on his tie, twirling it around your fingers. “You don't look so bad yourself, Barnes.” You both lock eyes, his gaze darker than before, and that has enough pull on you to set a plan in motion. You glance around the room and notice the buzz dying down, everyone in their own little worlds. “Getting a little dull here, isn't it?”

He licks his lips. “Mmhmm.”  

“I have an idea.” You take the drink from him and replace it with your hand, leading him away from the crowd as he stumbles after you.

You creep down an empty hallway and discover a small utility closet that luckily is unlocked, so you open the door and find the light switch. You practically throw him inside, both of you tripping over cleaning supplies that litter the floor. You fall into his chest, both of you panting in anticipation. He gives in to his thoughts and quickly shrugs his suit jacket off, cupping your face with his gloved fingers and roughly kissing you to steal the breath from your lungs. All you can do is thank God that you gave in and wore a stupid dress, and went to the stupid party, and oh hell is he a good kisser. He pulls away for air, eyes scanning your face while he licks his lips. “I'm glad you came,” he breathes.

“Oh, I haven't done that yet.” You smirk as he shoves you against the wall and pins your wrists above your head with his hands, his mouth a breath from yours as he presses into you.  

“Was this what you wanted?” he whispers, brushing the tip of your nose with his.

“No, but I guess I'll have to settle.” One of his hands leaves your wrists to gather up the hem of your dress to where it sits just above your hips, granting himself better access to rock into you. Your leg instinctively hooks around him to pull him closer and you feel his hardness pressing into your stomach.

“Why are you always such a brat?” He grits out, diving to kiss you again as he parts your thighs with his knee. You can still taste the alcohol on his lips.

“Because you haven’t fucked it out of me yet.” You smile as his hand wraps around your throat to deepen the searing kiss and he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. He shifts to latch his mouth onto your neck and trails his way up to the sweet spot under your ear. You moan as you ride his thigh, the friction making you dizzy with lust. You wriggle your hands free from his grip and tangle one in his short locks and the other slides down the wide planes of his back to claw at his ass. He grunts and squeezes your hip in return.

“Tell me you want this,” he says between ragged breaths. You chuckle.

“You say it first.” He laughs dangerously, a predatory sound that sends a shock directly to your core. “You always did strike me as submissive,” you tease, testing the waters. Any trace of playfulness immediately dissipates from his face and a moment passes where he looks as if he’s about to devour you like a wolf would a deer.  

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction,” he simpers as he leans in close. Your eyes stay trained on his.

“Well, looks like I’m not giving it to you, either.” You condescendingly pat his chest and grin as you push the hem of your dress back down, lazily running your fingers through your messy hair. He stares at you in disbelief when you open the door to leave, collecting your discarded accessories from the floor and stepping outside the frame.

“Fuck,” he rolls his eyes to himself. “Wait.”

“Oh?” you turn around, tapping the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you.”

“I said fine. I...want you. I want this,” he says reluctantly, avoiding your eyes as a light blush covers his cheeks. “But if you think for one goddamn second I’m sub-”

“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.” You kick the door shut and throw your things down again, and he pushes your back against the wall once more. His lips descend on yours with more fervor than before and you waste no time hiking up your dress for him. He presses into you and successfully traps you between his arms, grinding into you as your hands grip the collar of his shirt. He detaches himself from you and in one swift motion yanks his belt out of his pants and slings it to the floor.  

“You won’t be telling me what to do after I fuck you through this wall,” he growls. Heat blooms on your face at his obscenity, but you can’t help your excited grin spreading from ear to ear.

“I don’t think you can handle me,” you tease, your voice quiet. He laughs like a madman on the brink of relapse.

“Oh, I think I can handle you just-” he hooks a finger into your underwear and rips it off completely, “-fine.” You yelp in surprise when he suddenly lifts you, instinctively wrapping your legs around him and gasping when you feel his clothed erection throbbing against your clit. Your hands grip his shoulders and he finally pulls his pants down just enough to spring himself free. You bite back a sob as he slowly removes his gloves and brings his cool, metal hand to your wetness, easily sliding two digits in, causing you to hiss at the stretch. He pumps slowly and you throw your head back, letting out a whine.

“P-please, Bucky, I need you.” He promptly pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, sucking your juices off loudly to get your attention. Your head slumps forward and you meet his boastful gaze.

“I’m sorry?” he asks, mocking your tone from earlier. “I didn’t catch that.”    

“What, going deaf in your old age?” you jab.  

His hands intentionally slip a little from under you and he smirks. “I’ll drop you.”

“Don’t be such a baby.”  

“Name calling isn’t the way into my heart, doll,” he tsks.

“No, but it is the way into your pants, otherwise we wouldn’t be in this room.” You both erupt into a fit of giggles and he nods in agreement. “So, honor that by doing me.”

“That’s not how you say it,” he laughs, his nose crinkling as he smiles.  

“Fine, then. Fuck me.”

“Attagirl.”  

His hand reaches to guide himself into you and you both moan as you fully sink down, seating yourself on his cock. Your eyes wrench shut and Bucky kisses you again, only this time there’s something else behind it. His forehead rests against yours and he doesn’t move until you open your eyes.

“You sure?” he asks, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you respond with shaky breath, your hands connecting behind his neck. And with that, he draws his cock out, adjusting your stance and sheathing himself in you again.

He starts at a leisurely pace to give you time to accommodate his size but you impatiently meet his thrusts to spur him on, gasping each time your bodies connect. “You’re so tight,” he groans, his brows furrowing as he builds a faster rhythm. Every sharp snap of his hips sends you a few inches up the wall and you can feel the tangles forming in your hair, but you’re too intoxicated by him to notice.  

His hand pulls you in by your neck and he kisses you, licking into your mouth when you moan. You fixate on the sounds of his body slapping against yours and his shallow breath, the feeling of your slick running down your thighs and the way he smells. Your eyes roll back and his rocking accelerates when you dig your nails into his shoulders, growling out your name as he relentlessly pounds up into you. He dips his fingers between your bodies and your back arches the second his thumb meets your swollen bud, sending a sweet electric shock up your spine. Your walls begin to flutter around him as he feels you getting close and he massages your clit in tighter circles.

“Oh fuck,” you moan.  

“Cum for me,” he rasps, his mouth agape and eyes screwed shut.

It doesn’t take long for the coil in your stomach to snap, and with one look at his blissed out face you’re sent over the edge, crashing repeatedly as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. “B-Bucky,” you gasp, writhing at the slight overstimulation. He holds you in place by gripping your thighs as he slams into you, choking out a moan as he soon follows your climax.  

Had he not been holding you up, you definitely would have fallen. He nuzzles into your neck as you both come down, kissing your pulse point tenderly as you gently card your fingers through his hair. You relax into each other for as long as it takes for your breathing to level out.

He reels back, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek as he studies you.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he gushes, making your face flush. His eyes find yours and you both breathe out a laugh at your disheveled states. You lean forward to kiss him, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as he gently captures your lips. You both moan when he suddenly pulls out, sighing when you feel his cum dripping down your thigh.

Your legs are jelly when he finally sets you back down and you hold onto him for balance as he pulls his trousers up. He looks around the closet and finds a stack of towels, reaching for one without stepping away. He squats to clean you up, then tugs your dress down and smooths it out, extending an arm to pick up your purse, his jacket and belt, and your ruined underwear. He shoots you an apologetic look and you snort as he shoves them in his pocket.

“You owe me a new pair.” He stands and reaches for your hand with hesitance but you close the gap to hush his racing mind. “Then again, if you’re just gonna rip them off, maybe I shouldn’t bother wearing any at all.” He casts his eyes downward with a sad smile, avoiding your eyes. You squeeze his hand. “What’s wrong?”

He sighs. “Was this a one-time thing?” He watches you from his peripheral with caution. “Because I really like you.”  

“I like you too,” you assure him, taken aback by his question. His eyes flick to yours.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted things to go with you.” A pang of guilt hits your stomach.

“Do you...regret this?” He shakes his head.

“No. It’s just, I wanted to ask you out first.” You smile at him.

“Then ask me out. You know I’ll say yes.” He timidly smiles back.  

“Will you-”

“God, yes,” you laugh, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You both step over the cleaning supplies you haphazardly kicked out of the way earlier and open the door. “How long do you think it’ll take Sam to notice we’re a thing now?” Before Bucky can respond, another voice pipes up.

“I noticed about ten minutes ago.” Sam’s arms are folded over his chest and he’s leaning on the wall outside the utility closet, his eyebrow cocked with a smug grin plastered to his face. “And it’s about damn time.”

Thank you for reading <3

[sof-writes]

consequences ; shin yuna

Anonymous asked: bratty!yuna as y/n’s younger girlfriend that gets needy when y/n is at work so she sexts her 😻

content warning: not very descriptive but still nsfw! profanity, kinda sexting ig, implied masturbation, (verbal) degradation

word count: 1349

a/n: okay so short note here, I originally planned on making this a full fic. however, I got distracted halfway and decided that I could leave some room for your own 🌈 imaginations 🌈

You yawned behind your hand for the seventh time in a little over thirty minutes as your team lead kept on rambling about the roadmap for the upcoming quarters.

Some people really love hearing themselves talk and judging by the looks on your colleagues' faces, you weren't the only one thinking this meeting should've been an email instead.

You sighed audibly before peeking at your phone, which was on your lap under the long meeting table. Good thing you were sitting towards the end and your team lead only had eyes for his awfully messy Powerpoint-presentation.

[Messages] 10 new messages from princess ♡

Another sigh. It seemed like you really couldn't leave your girlfriend at home by herself... What the hell could it be this time?

With a swift movement of your thumb, you carelessly unlocked your phone, expecting something along the lines of 'How does the rice cooker work?' or 'Can I use shampoo for cleaning the windows as well?' However, you were met with something completely different.

[princess ♡ at 16:04] ugh I'm so lonely and bored whenever you're not working from home...

[princess ♡ at 16:07] also very needy

[princess ♡ at 16:23] baaabe can't you just come home sick or something? please? I promise I'll make it worth it

[princess ♡ at 16:44] don't ignore me :(

[princess ♡ at 16:44] [sent a picture]

You had never locked your screen so fucking fast. Your head shot up, quickly peeking at your colleagues next to you, who both seemed to be zoning out. Emotionless eyes focused on the big television screen at the other end of the meeting room. Thank God.

Even though you had only looked at the picture for a split second, the image was engraved in your mind. Your beautiful girlfriend in front of the mirror with only the very minimal hot pink lingerie you bought her recently covering her most private parts. It wasn't necessarily the clothes, or the lack thereof, that drove you wild. No, it was that look on her face. That bratty smile. Challenging eyes. An expression that screamed 'Fuck me so hard I don't even remember my own name anymore'.

Now you weren't necessarily a disobedient employee, but you had to leave this meeting room for a bit, far too curious about the remaining 5 messages.

Without making too much noise, you excused yourself. Mumbling a generic apology along the lines of "Sorry, have to make a call" to your coworkers, after which they gave you an understanding nod.

As soon as you closed the door of the meeting room behind you, you unlocked your phone again.

[princess ♡ at 17:48] last chance...

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 3

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 2 🥺

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 1

[princess ♡ at 18:01] ok fine I'll do it myself

Your eyes shot up to look at the time. 18:09. Shit. Without any hesitation, you tapped the voice call icon, hurriedly making your way to one of the call booths as the phone rang.

Just as you were checking if you properly closed the door, your call got answered. You turned up the volume and pressed the phone closer to your ear.

The blood rushed to your veins as your ear started picking up the sounds coming from the other side. Soft moans and ragged breaths accompanied by a low vibrating sound in the background. Without even realising, you clenched your free hand into a fist.

"Shin Yuna" you spat, praying the soundproof call booths were actually soundproof. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"A-ah" the sound of her moans slightly distorted due to the phone speaker "Fucking myself so good" she spoke between ragged breaths "So... Go–"

You didn't want to hear any of it "Fucking slut!" you yelled, slamming your fist against the soft wall of the booth "I can't even leave you alone for 9 fucking hours?!"

She ignored your words, no sorry, no begging for forgiveness, no nothing. The vibrating sound in the background got louder, and so did her moans.

"Please" she moaned, as if it was you satisfying her "I'm gonna cu–"

"If you cum, you're gonna regret it" you cut her off "I'm gonna make you regret it so bad" your jaw started to hurt from clenching it together, but it was the only way you could somewhat keep your composure right now.

A soft click was heard, you assumed it was her lowering the intensity of her vibrator "Oh yeah?" she asked, as if challenging you "What are you– ah" her sentence randomly interrupted by a high pitched moan "gonna do to me?"

The fucking nerve. What the hell was she thinking? That you were gonna dirty talk her to an orgasm while at the damn office of all places? This whole situation didn't even turn you on. It just infuriated you beyond limits.

"Are you gonna fuck me so..." the click again, seemingly intensity up this time "So hard" judging by the whiny moans, she was incredibly close. "So hard" she repeated breathlessly "Just how I– fuck like it"

At this point, you couldn't even think straight anymore. Honestly, you just wanted to smash your phone through the glass of the booth. Kick in the door. Anything to get rid of your anger really.

"Don't fucking talk back to me like that you fucking brat" you raised your voice again, but based on the sounds coming from the other side, you were too late.

A long moan was heard and as if that was your cue, you ended the call, furiously rushing towards your assigned desk to pack your stuff and leave, the roadmap meeting long forgotten.

The closer you got to the front door, the bigger your steps got. Your thumb turning white from all the pressure you put as you typed in the 4 digit passcode.

You kicked off your shoes and threw your bag down just behind the door. Five more steps and you stood eye to eye with Yuna.

There she sat, curled up on the couch wearing one of your oversized t-shirts, the position she was in revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Seemingly innocent eyes looking straight up at you as your eyes briefly scanned her figure.

"I forgot about your roadmap meeting" she broke the silence, her voice sweet and high-pitched "How was it?" her arms wrapped around her legs as she adverted her gaze towards the tv screen. Anyone else would've probably missed the slight smile that formed around the corners of her mouth, but you didn't. She knew exactly what she was doing.

You walked up to her, your hand grabbing a fist full of fabric around the collar of her t-shirt, forcing her to get up "Are you that fucking desperate?" you scoffed, tightening the grip on her collar.

Her eyes widened, supposedly in shock, but you knew damn well it was part of her act, just like the excuse that was going to follow. "Sorry, I just wanted to–"

"To get fucked like a little slut, right?" you used your free hand to force her face up "Fuck it's so insanely annoying how you act like a princess in public but you turn into some sex deprived bitch in private"

You could see her biting down on her cheek, probably keeping herself from making any further comments. She knew she reached the point where she wanted you already, so it was pointless anyway.

You loosened your grip on her collar just to tighten the one on her chin. "I'll be back in 5" you said, forcing your thumb into her mouth, causing her to whimper "When I come back, I expect you to be ready on the couch"

After a few seconds of silence, your thumb left her mouth with a soft pop. You didn't miss how her eyes lit up with excitement right before you turned around.

Defeat. As usual, you had lost this never ending mind game between the two of you... Not like there truly were any losers though.

[thechangeling]

I will pull you so close

I reccomend listening to Venus by Sleeping at Last while reading this! He/they Kit supremacy!

"Ok and what's that one again?"

Kit felt Ty smile against his ear. "Ursa minor. I told you already. Remember?"

"Sorry ADHD brain, I think I kinda zoned out," Kit smiled sheepishly.

Ty sighed fondly, wrapping his arms tightly around Kit's waist. "It's alright. Are you paying attention now?"

"Uh huh."

Ty gently took their hand and guided it to point at the night sky. "That star right there is called Polarius, and if you follow those three stars down on an angle, it will lead you to four stars that form a din and shape. It's like a kite and a kite string. That's Ursa minor. And that one up there is Camelopardalis.

Kit scoffed. "Who the hell names these things?"

They felt Ty shrug behind them. "I'm not sure. Astronomers most likely."

Kit leaned back further against Ty's chest, readjusting his position on his lap. "Well if I was in charge I'd totally give them cooler names, like ok see that one there? That one's Steve, and that one next to it is Bucky."

"You can't just name the stars after fictional characters Christopher."

Kit shrugged. "Sure I can!" They nudged Ty softly. "We can name one after Sherlock and one after Moriarty and-"

"Don't forget Irene!" Ty chimed in. "She's one of the best characters in the books, regardless of what the BBC show should have you believe."

Kit laughed. Ty was notorious for never letting things go. It was one of the things they loved about him.

"Still mad about that one huh?"

Ty groaned and removed his hands from around Kit's waist to move them around while he talked. "It's just so unfair! First of all Irene Adler was never attracted to Sherlock in any way and it us so sexist to just assume because she's a women she should fall in love with him not to mention idiotic! Also in the books she bests him! It is the WHOLE point of her entire story arc in the books which granted is probably not the most progressive thing, to base a women's story around teaching a man a lesson about sexism but it was 1891! For that to be changed so that Sherlock actually outsmarted her undermines the whole story and- I'm sorry I didn't mean to ramble. Do you want me to stop?"

Kit actually took a moment to register what Ty had said. He turned his head to face Ty. "No! No I'm fine! I love hearing you rant."

Ty smiled and dragged his fist across his check as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was one of his more unique stims that Kit rarely saw. But Kit loved it. He loved everything that was so clearly Ty.

Kit beamed. "Anyways," they turned back around and leaned back against Ty's strong chest. "I think you're right."

"Mm I usually am." Ty nuzzled the nape of Kit's neck. A pleasant tingling sensation spread through their body. "But I believe you were naming the stars? I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Kit drew Ty's arms around him again, playing with his fingers. "Nah it's fine. I don't even remember what the rest of my ideas were anyway. Ooo but I do remember one thing."

Kit guided Ty's hand upwards and pointed. "See that star?"

"Of course, that one's the brightest," Ty replied.

"Yeah," Kit smiled softly. "I call that one Ty. Because it's the brightest and most beautiful star in the sky."

Ty squeezed his hand. Kit knew what he was trying to say.

I love you.

Kit squeezed back.

Ty tugged on the hand he was holding and Kit turned to face him again. Ty smoothed his thumb over the skin on the back of their hand. "You are my favorite phenomenon," he said, kissing the back of Kit's hand where their voyance rune was. The rune that Ty had given Kit all those years ago.

"I will never tire of exploring you."

Holy shit.

Kit needed to kiss him immediately. He used the hand Ty wasn't holding to cup Ty's cheek as he urgently pressed their lips together in a feverish kiss.

Ty made a small noise of pleasure as he deepened the kiss and sunk both of his hands into Kit's curls. Their bodies were already so close together and yet it still wasn't close enough.

Kit wrapped his arms around Ty's shoulders forcing Ty to slide his hands down to grasp at the back of Kit's shirt. They were pressed chest to chest as their mouths moved together in unison.

It reminded Kit of a song that they had first heard years ago. They remembered being in deep agony over what had gone down with Ty at Lake Lynn and flat out refusing to talk to anyone about it. Dru and Livvy were prodding them, and Kit's friends wanted to know, but they were just in firm compartmentalize mode.

At least until Janessa had introduced them to the band Sleeping at Last.

Kit broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Ty's.

Like a telescope,

I will pull you so close.

Till no space lies in between.

And suddenly I see you.

Suddenly I see you.

I was feeling pretty down so I decided to write some fluff. I am not entirely sure the astronomy stuff is accurate lol I just did a quick google search.

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