#so fun that I gave up and didn’t finish

[darthannie]

By Way of Louisiana

Remmick x f!OC (mixed oc!!!!!)

word count: 4,019 tags & warnings: (JUST IN CASE) (JUST IN FUCKING CASE) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark fic!!!, mention of a dead loved one, grief, discussion of pregnancy/infertility, mention of infidelity, dubcon due to extenuating circumstances, inappropriate use of a cemetery, blood, lots of blood, choking, spit, p in v sex, death, but also living eternally a/n (plz read if you can xoxo): I really (x3) wanted to practice writing in first person instead of second person so this is a product of that want. I don't know if this is going to have a second part. I kind of like it as a stand alone, but I do have a half written part 2 that's banter and smut written in Remmick's pov. This was VERY fun to write. I would LOVE to explore his character more. Also, my blog is a space is where I go to explore the parts of me I can't explore in real life. And, that includes a hot southern/irish vampire with very sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and razor like nails. Sorry! Sue me!! Send me to the rack!!! Don't care, argue with the wall. Morally corrupt vampire I need you apologies to the ancestors.

The rich, black fabric that hung on my body felt exceptionally heavy. I entered my quiet home and laid back against the wooden door. My shakey breath rang through the room as the tears welled up and up and up, before finally spilling over, blurring the reminance of my late husband that was strewn around. His favorite hat hung by the door along with the coat he wore when it got too cool at night. I dragged my feet to my bedroom. His handkerchief laid on his bedside table along with a book he never got to finish reading. 

This new life I had to undertake was not one I was ready for; one did not prepare for widowship as they prepared for motherhood. Me and Charlie wanted to start trying for a baby. We had no luck, but perhaps that was for the best. Maybe it was why he started becoming distant. I did not want to bring life into this world alone. I wanted to do it with Charlie. We had met years ago when he had just started practicing law at Louisiana’s top law film, making more money than my family had ever seen. Charlie gave me everything. The home I sat in, the food in the kitchen, the clothes on my body. It was all because of him. My closet was full of pieces he bought, insisting I looked the best in clothing he bought me. “Come on, what’s one more dress for my pretty girl?” He’d seal the sentiment with a kiss. Oh, how I’d miss his kisses. His lips felt like they were made for me. 

Sitting on his side of the bed felt wrong. I grabbed the hankerchief off the bedside and fiddled with it in my hands, snaking it between my fingers. I chuckled as I dried my tears with it, remembering a silly moment where he’d spilled a glass of milk on himself one morning because the glass was too slippery. I laughed again, remembering how we danced on our wedding night. Our limbs moved in dissonance with each other as we danced. There were moments, beautiful moments, where our movements finally matched. A humourless chuckle followed as I remembered his lips on my body later that night when we were finally alone.

My only wish was that he not treat me like glass, but he did. He always did. Whenever we had sex, the sole purpose was to have a child. Tender, yes, but boring all the same. I wanted him to bring me to the same conlusion I always brought myself to, but he thought it better to focus on brining an heir into the world. Part of me resented him for it. The rest of me wanted to peel my skin off in shame for ever questioning his treatment of me, especially when he had given me everything. 

I looked down at my black dress, grappling with the impulse to take it off and pretend like this was not happening. I didn’t like this lonely feeling. This emptiness was familiar, but it wasn’t welcome. I sat frozen, evaluating myself in the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. My face no longer felt hot, my eyes slightly red from their agitation. I sucked in a deep breath and watched as the air filled my body. I felt it fill up my belly, reach around my ribs, and rope it’s way up my back. My exhale helped me send enough signals from my brain to my muscles to start moving again. I walked out the room and paced down the stairs, wrapping my shall around me in the process.

There was no need for anything heavier in this weather. The warmth left over by the setting sun wrapped me up and guided me down the path, helping me haul my legs towards the cemetary where my husband lay. I stood at the closed gates. “Go home,” it said. “You saw him today, no need to torture yourself further,” it continued. But, I could not listen to the closed gates plea. I pushed passed the it, not bothering to close it behind me, and hedged forth. 

I quickly became aware of an oppressive weight that I was not meant bare. The heaft of death followed me everywhere. It would not leave me and time has proven that I could not escape it. I wondered when it would be my turn, when death would finally end up at my doorstep and take me away from this excuse of a life. I held my breath and released it when I could no longer restrict my lamentation. I moved quickly, gaining speed as I careened left and right. My cries and tears unfurled over unexpected raised stones and exposed roots. My shoulders began to lead me. My arms extented out towards his headstone before it was even in reach. I fell into it and wrapped my arms around it, letting gravity take my knees to the ground. 

The stone was cold to the touch, no longer warmed by the afternoon sun. My cries contined as the moon hung itself high. I laid my forehead against the headstone and kissed it. “Please come back to me. Please, for the love of God, come back to me.” No answer. I shut my eyes kissed the stone again. “You said you’d stay. You said you wouldn’t leave me,” I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled with a groan, “and you can’t. You just can’t! I can’t be alone again!” My cries got quieter and quieter until I silenced. The graveyard surrounding me was completely empty. The sky was so wide it seemed like it could swallow me whole. The stars above me didn’t twinkle or dance in the sky. They stood still, observing my grief. I let go of the stone and laid against it, resting my eyes. My shall hung off one shoulder and I didn’t bother to tug it back on. Eyes shut, I sniffed and did all I could think to do. 

I wiped my nose and began singing the words I had sang since I was a kid. 

“Will the circle be unbroken by and by, lord, by and by? Is a better home awaiting in the sky, lord, in the sky?

My eyes flew open wide when a sweet voice and a banjo that were not mine joined in. 

“There are loved ones in the glory Whose dear forms you often miss, When you close your earthly story Will you join them in their bliss?”

My eyes slid up his body and I realized I should be level with him if I wanted to seem any kind of intimidating. I marionetted myself upright before he finished singing. I was unarmed, a silly mistake. I could throw a punch but that was about it. When he finished the verse, he laid the banjo on the ground and held his hands in front of him. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just heard some hootin’ and hollerin’ and saw the cemetery gate was open. Decided to investigate.” I stepped behind the stone, expecting it to offer me protection. The man read the headstone and saw the dates etched into it. “I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve lost a lot of people too,” he relaxed his arms next to him. You avoided his question to proceed with your own interrogation, “What are you doing here? It’s late,” I stammered, “and the cemetery is closed.”

“I could ask you the same question.” He chuckled. I was unsettled by his levity, feeling so very dark as I stood behind my dead husband’s tomb. His face was sad when he spoke again, “Sometimes I feel a bit like a ghost myself.” I cocked my head to the side, “Why?” He ignored me. I changed the subject. “When did you learn to play.

He whistled, “Ooo, a while back. I met a man who played and taught myself.” 

“The man didn’t teach you?”

“He didn’t need to.”

“Hm.”

I got a better look of him in the moonlight. His dark eyes caught the light and made them shimmer in an unnatural way. Odd. His hair was short, but laid shaggy on his forehead. The ends at the nape of his neck started to curl upwards. I leaned forward on Charlie’s headstone and hid my face in shame. I thought the man was fine. Not only that, I thought he was damn fine. I felt like a whore, looking at another man before my husband was even cold in his grave. I lifted my head and he offered me a shy smile before he said more, hooking his thumbs on his suspenders and pulling them. “If its any consolation, based on my experience, I know that grief is firm and steady. But, it does get better… I just don’t know when.” I hummed in agreement this time and for the first time all day, I cracked a smile. “I’ll drink to that.” I kicked a rock at my feet, dusted myself, and returned the shaul to it’s rightful shoulder.

“Well, I guess I’ll be leavin’. Thanks for the talk, stranger.” 

“Remmick,” he said closing the gap between the two of us by a few feet, “pleased to make your aquaintance.” He held out his hand and I did the same. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, right over my wedding band. I pulled my hand away and sucked in air through my teeth like I had just burned myself on hot cast iron. “Um-”

“Oh, I’m sorry, darlin’”

“It’s fine. It’s just…”

“Look, I still wear mine. It’s okay.” He held up his hand and pointed at the gold band that laid on his finger. “I know she’s gone and I should move on, but it’s a nice reminder that, at one point, I wasn’t all that alone.” It wasn’t until his thumb wiped the tears on my face that I realized I was crying. “It feels nice knowing you’re wanted. Feels good to know you have someone to go home to.” All I could do was nod. 

“I met a man named Charles recently, but his friends called him Charlie.” He smiled at me, closing the gap further as I met his eyes. “Me and Charlie… we got to know each other. He told me he had a wife back home. That’s you, ain’t it? Yeah, he told me how much he loved her, how beautiful her voice was. Though, I have to say, that didn’t stop him from sampling all that joint had to offer.” I blinked water away and refocused my gaze on Remmick. “He what?”, it came out of me as a whisper. He kept going, “Even after being with a couple different women he still gushed about you. “She doesn’t sing like a songbird.” He said, “She sounds more like a wolf howling in the night.” And, lo and behold, guess who I find howlin’ in the night? Charlie’s wife.”

I could not digest what he was feeding me. There was a lack of acknowledgement on my part. I wanted to ignore everything Remmick said to me, but all I could think of were the reasons Charlie would sleep with other women. Can’t get pregnant, I thought. I can’t get pregnant. He didn’t want me because I couldn’t get pregnant. My skin burned hot at Remmick’s confirmation, “Such a shame you couldn’t have his child.” 

It broke me out of my trace. I leaned back. “Fuck you!” Remmick only chuckled and I found it in me to place both of my hands on his chest to push him away with all the force I could muster. “You come out here, start talkin’ nonsense about my husband. Damn liar, that’s what you are.” My mind was eddying with the information he fed me.I felt sick as I thought of being relegated to housewife with a husband who snuck around because I couldn’t give him a child. I didn’t want it to be true but what good would it be for a man I had just met to lie? Remmick closed the gap and pressed his body the other side of the tombstone again. He got so close to me our noses almost touched. His hand reached up to my face and wiped the tears off my cheeks again. He skated the back of his right hand against my face, stroking me like one would a frail bird. I swatted his hand away before he could speak, scoffing and making my legs move in the direction of the cemetery gates. “Unbelievable son of a bitch,” I muttered. 

Remmick yanked me back forcefully. It took me all of two seconds to notice that his eyes now more resembled red jewels. Then, I saw the drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. “I got to know Charlie very well. Briefly, but I knew him well all the same. His memories became mine. I know you like to sing in the mornings and read in the garden. I know he bought you that shawl you’re wearing at your favorite shop in town. I know that your family was dirt poor and was picked off one by one. Family of consumptives, picked off one by one, but that wasn’t all was it? Your ma and pa were keepin’ a real big secret, keeping you safe, right? No one had to know. But, that dramatic wave in your hair used to be a dead give away.” I gasped and felt something poke my arm.

Remmick’s nails had formed into claws half the size of my pinky. “We don’t have to bear our crosses alone. We could do it together.” He dragged an open hand down my arm until he reached my wrist. He pressed his thumb down on my arm to create a small cut. He lifted my arm, turned his head, and licked the blood that flowed from my wrist. Remmick moaned, “We don’t have to be alone,” as my blood touched the tip of his tongue.

His other clawed hand reached for my waist as he put my arm around his shoulder. I laced my fingers though his hair, half tugging him away. The fear coursing through my nervous system coiled itself with my desire. This was no man. He was something else, and that excited me as much as it disgusted me. I tested my luck by pulling his hair harder, making the distance between us grow. He bared sharp fangs at me and sucked air through his saliva covered teeth. 

I gawked at him, my lips parting open slightly. He regained his composure and strengthened the grip on my waist. His claws broke skin and left nasty cuts where they impailed. I winced, the pain sobering. This was not right. My husband laid directly under us, likely rolling in the casket I buried him in. I tried to imagine him fighting his way though six feet of earth to get to me. Instead, I saw Charlie staying late at the office with his secretary because he could not stand being with me. I saw Charlie getting drunk and kissing a younger woman. I saw him tossin’ some coin at a man and getting keys to a room for him and a woman liked more than me. I could not get a handle on my thoughts. I wanted to deny him. I wanted to run and escape. I heard my voice before I was able to move, “I don’t think you knew him at all. You don’t know what he wanted. You don’t know how he viewed me, and-”

His voice lacerated mine, “I know what you look like when you’re laying down.” I swallowed hard, closing my eyes. “I know that Charlie came home quietly on some occasions so he could watch how you touched yourself. You never caught him lookin’. Or, maybe you did and liked being watched.” I swallowed hard, my heart attempted to break through my ribcage. “I do know for a fact that he loved seeing that little pussy take him in deep…” He dragged the last word as he slowly pulled the shawl off my shoulder. “I know that you have dark desires you’d rather take to the grave because you told him. He never paid it any mind, assuming you’d grow out of it when you got pregnant. But, you never got pregnant. And, you never lost those needs, huh?”

He pressed me flush against him and my grip on his hair loosened. “I know how you like to be touched, licked, and used. I know more about you than you think.” The hand on my waist moved to my head, guiding me to look up at the sky as he licked from my collarbone allllllll the way up to my ear. “But, I still think I could know you more. We could get to know each other. Isn’t that what you want? To know and be known?” I gulped, “Not like that. Not by you.” 

Remmick sighed, “Let’s fix that then.” 

The second his teeth broke my skin, sweet grunts and hums of appreciation reached my ears. “I sure like the taste of you.” I choked as my blood spilled over my chest in gentle streams. He unlatched from my neck in order to indulge in my body. We made eye contact as his hands traveled down my sides, riping my dress in the process. The thin fabric gave easily to the pull of his sharp nails. He slid his hand under my dress and used his nails to lift the edge of my underwear. He wanted to feel the warmth of my skin against his and the a wild look in his eye told me he was holding back. He cautiously ran his tongue over the swell of my chest, tasting the blood mixed with the salt of my skin. I felt his fangs slowly sink through the skin that protected my heart. He let the blood trickle into his mouth. He drank piously, honoring my body as it slumped against him. I struggled to speak, “Remmick, please… St… stop. Fuck. Ple…Please…” 

He guided me onto the ground, onto my husband’s grave, and kneeled in between my legs. It was difficult to feel much fear when Remmick’s movements mimicked care. My eyes shut too long for his liking, prompting him to tap lightly on my cheek. He cooed “Oh, no, no, no, baby, we’re not gonna stop. You don’t want me to stop. And, right now, I need you awake. I need you to remember this.” He pulled me in for a kiss with a bloodied hand. I wanted to fight him. “Find a way out”, I thought. “This is wrong,” I told myself. It was not enough to convince me. I shut my eyes tight and didn’t feel Remmick against my lips. I felt Charlie, or at least the feeling of when I was with Charlie. It felt like Remmick’s lips were made just for me. He nipped at my bottom lip when he pulled away. The taste of copper was strong on my tongue. I licked the new wound on my lip and reached for Remmick’s suspenders. Sloppy, but determined, I moved the straps off his shoulders and fiddled with his belt buckle. I pulled his pants down and shimmied my dress up, laying back. I needed him to indulge in all my urges. I needed him to take me the way I’ve always wanted to be taken, and I think he could tell. 

Remmick’s body alined with mine as I led him into me. I felt everything. I gripped onto his shirt and he pulled out slowly and entered me again. “I have been waiting for someone like you for a while.” I reveled in the way he stretched me. It was difficult to keep my moans in. He was bigger than Charlie was, and I’d only ever been with Charlie. My sounds were as involuntary as my arms were when they wrapped around Remmick’s shoulders. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told and dropped my jaw. Remmick let his saliva drip into my mouth, savoring the taste of it mixed with my blood. My head leaned back as his hand ran across my neck and down inbetween my clothed breasts.

He grunted as he handled my body and our movements ended with me on top of him. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I don’t expect you to ride me. Just let me do all the work.” My arms settled on the sides of his body as I laid against him. He cradled me against his chest as I grabbed the sides of his shirt. The absense of his heartbeat registered when I felt mine slow. The arms wrapped around me tightened. He bucked his hips up repeatedly. Over and over again, he hit the right spot inside of me. I was a mumbling mess. “Remmick, I- Plea- Fuck!” The sentence was never a fully formed thought, just an acknowledgment of him and what he was doing to me. He put his forehead against mine as he barrled up into me. He pressed his lips against mine as he consecrated my body. His cock hit every right spot, making me gasp and whine each time he sunk inside me. 

“Look at me,” he begged. His eyes were still red, but softer. No soul in them, but a tenderness still lived there. “We will be beautiful together. I swear it,” his hips moved quicker as his forehead pressed to mine, “We’ll be unstoppable, darlin’, you and I. Okay? You and I. Forever.” My whines continued and I could not quell them. “Forever?” It came out like a plea. I wanted him to promise that forever. I was tired of the temporary nature of every person in my life. For once, I wanted the promise of forever. Remmick grined at me and I smiled back. He was giving me the chance to never be alone. I would always have someone in my corner. I’d finally escape the life I lead, and for that, I would do anything. 

I had heard stories and suspersitions about creatures like him. I should be terrified. I should want to fight back, get away from his grasp and make it til sunrise. I ignored the more sane thoughts by kissing him again. My moans and his grunts formed a symphony that bouncing off nearby headstones, filling out the night sky. My hips tried to meet him half way, but his pace was so solid, and I was so weak, there was no point in me even trying. I began feeling the pressure build up in me. “We’ll never be alone again,” his voice was heavy and sincere. My stuttered moans came to a stop as my orgasm ravanged my body. I grabbed Remmick’s sides as he helped me continue to ride out my orgasm.

His moans and grunts became frantic until he slowed and kissed my lips. He shuttered as his cock twitched and he emptied inside of me. After a moment, his hips moved again, slowly, as he enjoyed the gentleness of my whimpers and the sensitivity of our bodies together. Once our movements and convulsions stopped, he pulled out. We laid still for a while, I was too weak to do much else. He caressed my body and smoothed his hand over my head. He sat up with me still in his arms.

“It won’t hurt too bad. I don’t bite too hard,” he vowed. I nodded. His divine intervention may save me yet. “Now. Please. I’m tired and I-” I gasped as I felt his teeth bite down harder than before. So much for not biting hard. He was relentless. I heard the slurping and drinking as I felt the blood drain from my body. The hands that gripped onto him went limp and my arms fell to my side. I felt cold and empty.

And then, I felt nothing at all.

[lotusloong]

Fine Dining

Relationship: Sun Wukong X Female Chubby!Reader

AN: So I got permission from @skymoral to write this! I used their Mafia AU Wukong to write horny filthy smut cause I really like him ♥ Nearly 6k words and 90% of it is just straight up smut, you have been warned.

Tags: Smut, D/S Dynamics, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Anal Play, Ass Eating, But only a little, Minor Violence, A random demon threatens Reader, Wukong takes care of the problem, Implied/Referenced Torture, Slight Yandere Themes, Reader loves her protective monkey tho, Reader has anxiety, Female Reader, Chubby!Reader, If I missed any tags let me know

Read it on AO3!

With a quiet ‘click’ you shut the door closed behind you, standing shyly as the meeting concluded. You kept your hands clasped and close to your chest, watching as daddy’s business partners packed up their documents and cash, shaking hands and chuckling at inside jokes. Some of the older members still had whiskey in their glass and weren’t going to move from their chairs until they were finished. That was okay, Wukong didn’t mind when they stayed over time. He had laughed to you once that the drunker they were, the more secrets they gave away.

You gave a dreamy sigh as you watched your husband, your insides tingling. His shoulders rolled as he cracked his neck, a cigar gritted between his teeth, and the sight of it makes you smile. The meeting must have gone very well if he was breaking out the cuban. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit pants, the suspenders holding them up on clear display. He always complained about running hot during these meetings and having to take his blazer off. You never complained, you got to see that beautifully sculpted chest in a buttoned down dress shirt that could barely contain him.

You were just admiring the curve of his biceps when a shadow falls over you.

You look up to see a cat yaoguai you don’t recognize leaning on one arm against the wall above you. You take a step to the side, edging away from the stranger in a way that's not obviously rude but still gives you personal space. Daddy always told you to be on your best behavior when his business partners and their goons came to visit, and you were a good girl who did just that. That didn’t mean you wanted them in your personal space.

“Uhm, hello-”

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” The cat, you think he’s a leopard of some sort, purrs at you. His tail flicks upwards with interest even as you edge further away.

“I-” You start, but he interrupts you again.

“You must be an assistant or something, cute piece of eye candy like you.” You try not to grimace at his words, remembering to be polite and courteous. “Why don’t I take you out tonight, huh? Have some fun?” You shudder and wrap your arms tight around yourself.

“N-no thank you.” You mumble. The cat stares at you for a long moment, ears pricked up and focused on you. After a beat of silence, he lets out a chuckle.

“I'm sorry, what?”

“...No, thank you.” You repeat. The leopard snarls and steps further into your personal space, and you cringe, ducking down to make yourself smaller.

“You think you can say ‘no’ to me, bitch? You’re fodder here, for us to enjoy and use how we want. If I say you’re going out with me, you’re-” His claw is in your face, index finger pointed threateningly at you. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from whimpering in fear.

Another figure steps into your personal space, and you’re about to cringe and run away, when the new person wraps an arm around your plush waist and pulls you close. You look up to see Wukong, his diamond red eyes glancing between you and the cat yaoguai with laser focus.

“Everything okay, peachy girl?” He rumbles, puffs of black smoke pouring from the corners of his mouth. His unruly hair flows down his back, and immediately one of your hands moves to wrap around the soft locks, twirling it around your fingers to soothe your nerves. Your belly is roiling with anxiety and fear - fear that you’ve disappointed him by not being the gracious host you’re supposed to be as his wife. This cat is going to complain about you and Wukong is going to be so upset-

“Sorry, Great Sage,” The leopard gives a polite bow, sending you a wicked glare, “just a little confusion between-”

“When I want your opinion I’ll pull your brown nose out of your boss’ ass.” Wukong growls, the lit end of his cigar burning bright as he takes a deep breath to keep his temper. The yaoguai’s eyes widen in fear and he ducks his head, his hands trembling where they’re clasped before him. Wukong turns his body towards you, pulling you closer to him and lowering his voice to a quiet purr. You bury your face against his chest as he speaks.

“What happened, peachy? You can tell daddy.” His words should be comforting, but all you can think about is how you’re causing problems by being here. You had just wanted to visit him and ask if he would have lunch with you, and now you’ve managed to piss off this mobster and he’s going to be so disappointed in you-

“Whoa, whoa…slow down baby, slow down. Deep breaths.” It startles you to realize that your breathing had been growing quicker as your thoughts spiraled. You squeeze your eyes shut and tremble, unwilling to look at Wukong’s face, and the frustration that will no doubt be burning in his eyes at how difficult you are. You do as he says and breathe, trying to rein in your emotions and not cause even more trouble. You angle your head up, gently tugging at his hair for him to lean down. He does so without complaint and your lips brush across the shell of his ear as you whisper.

“I just wanted to have lunch with you and then he-...He started talking to me and asked me out, I said no, I said no, daddy-” Even if he’s upset with you for this, you want Wukong to know that you would never leave for a night out with someone else. He needs to know that you wouldn’t do that.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright.” He whispers back to you, a calming chirp in his voice. “Then what?” You swallow your nerves.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You start, but Wukong gently tuts, his claws tracing soothing circles over your entire back. It helps ground you. “I didn’t mean to upset him…He said I can’t say ‘no’ to him, that I’m-...”

“...You’re what?” He hisses. You shiver at the sound.

“...I’m fodder for everyone to use…” You whimper the words out, feeling ashamed. Bile rises in your throat that you force back down, choking on air. A low growl starts up in Wukong’s chest, right against where your head is still cradled against him. Fear freezes your veins to ice and a cool numbness washes over you. He’s angry with you now. He has to be.

You peek up at him, fully expecting to see red diamond eyes glowing and glaring at you, a snarl of disgust and disappointment on his handsome face as he shoves you away from him and tells you to get out.

That is not what happens.

His glare is pinpointed on the yaoguai still before you both, who is now trembling with barely restrained panic. Wukong uses two clawed fingers to pull his cigar from his mouth and hold it out, using his thumb to flick the ashes onto the hardwood floor. He angles his head up and blows a black smoke ring, wisps trailing from his lips like a caress. He's so handsome when he smokes…

“Bull King?” He calls over his shoulder towards his brother in arms. You watch over his shoulder as Demon Bull King looks up from his conversation with Erlang, large ears perked up and attentive. He had been casually swirling the amber scotch in his glass as the two of them spoke, Erlang looking slightly more relaxed than usual surrounded by allies he respects.

“Yes, brother? What's the problem?” The bull snorted. His and Erlang’s eyes glanced over the sight the three of you made, taking in your uncomfortable body language and Wukong's simmering rage. You see Erlang’s eyes narrow, his third eye honing in on the leopard before you both. 

“This one is yours right?” Wukong asked, voice calm. 

“Yes. New hire, kinda stupid.” Bull King laughed, his grin sharp and mean and full of teeth. Erlang snorts as well, his posture changing from relaxed to business within moments when he picks up how tense Wukong currently is. You could feel the muscles of your monkey’s back flexing under his shirt, but his body language was still calm as he observed his cigar. His hand was still rubbing soothing circles against the small of your back.

“How much?” The Monkey King asked. 

“Uh-” Bull King shrugged, rolling his eyes skyward as he thought. “Think 500 even? You wanna buy him?” 

“Something like that.” Wukong muttered. 

“Of course brother, I've got plenty more-” Demon Bull King barely spoke the words before Wukong moved, his arm leaving you with lightning speed towards the leopard. 

The cat couldn't even choke out a gurgle to plead for his life before Wukong's clawed hand was gripping tight around his throat and squeezing. The leopard’s mouth opened in a silent cry, eyes wide and panicked as his feet left the ground. The pressure of Wukong's hand around his windpipe grew worse and he kicked his feet and tail desperately for any kind of way to ease the burning in his lungs. Wukong was scowling now, upper lip curled and revealing the massive canines hidden beneath. With no hesitation he brought his lit cigar up towards the leopard's mouth.

“What should I do with you, hmm?” He purred. A shiver raced down your spine at the tone of his voice - something dangerous and cruel coming to the surface as he glared. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to squirm too obviously as heat pools in your lower belly. You feel the length of Wukong's tail side up the length of your legs and wrap around the curve of your ass, keeping you close to his side and not at all helping with the warmth gathering in your core.

Wukong brought the cigar closer to the yaoguai’s face and you prepared to watch as he put the burning filter out on the idiot cat’s cheek. Instead, your mouth dropped open in shock as Wukong instead dropped the whole cigar into the gasping mouth of the leopard, using his now empty hand to force the mobster’s mouth closed. The thrashing grew wilder and more uncoordinated, a high pitched whine of agony leaving the leopard's chest as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Wukong didn't flinch, not even when the cat managed to land a hard kick to his shin. 

“You lay your eyes on my mate, try to steal her from me, insult her and her honor, and then try to brush it off like it's no big deal.” Wukong hisses, dragging the flailing mess of a yaoguai closer to his gritted teeth. The leopard is sobbing against the hand covering his muzzle, fat tears streaming down his face in rivers as smoke puffs out his nose at a rapid, uneven pace. He watches Wukong's teeth as they move closer, as if to bite into the fur of his jugular and tear him to pieces. The Monkey King does no such thing, simply tossing the thug to the ground with a growl. 

The leopard hits the hardwood with a dull ‘thud’ and immediately starts to hack and cough, spitting out a drool-covered cigar and wet ash that stains the fur of his muzzle grey. He heaves for breath as henchmen surround him. One of the stronger enforcers stomps his foot on the leopard’s back, squishing any breath he may have managed to scramble into his lungs in an instant. 

“What do you want done to him, Great Sage?” He asks. Wukong thinks for a moment, pulling his lighter from his pocket and fiddling with it, switching the flame on and off as he thinks.

“Get him some place comfortable for now. I’ll visit him later.” The henchmen do as he says, dragging the whimpering mess on the floor out the door without hesitation. Wukong waves a hand at another goon, who rushes up to Demon Bull King with the previously mentioned cost for the leopard. Bull King snorts in amusement, taking the offered cash without complaint and going back to enjoying his scotch while chatting away with Erlang.

You stand stock still behind your husband’s back, shocked by how fast everything changed and trying to process what you just saw. Wukong turns to you, red eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His thumb still fiddles with his lighter, the repeated glow of the flame coming on and turning off making him look more demonic than usual. Your nerves are still frayed, and all you want to do is collapse in his arms and kiss him, beg for forgiveness for not doing what you were supposed to do-

“Come on, sweet peach.” His arm wraps tight around your waist, his thumb stroking the curve of your tummy as he pulls you into his firm side. The smell of his cologne and musk wash over you, making you shudder in relief as you bury your nose against him. Your own arms wrap tight around his waistline, gripping onto the material of his dress shirt as you walk out of the meeting room.

The walk through the hallways is quiet and tense. Wukong looks straight ahead as you move, taking each turn that leads straight to your shared bedroom. You try to calm yourself as you walk, letting the peace and comforting presence of your husband chase away the lingering anxiety you felt back in the meeting room. Before long you find yourself standing in front of your bedroom door and Wukong ushers you inside with a gentle push of his hand against the small of your back.

Your arms wrap around yourself in an effort of comfort as the door clicks shut behind you. You turn to look at Wukong, opening your mouth to apologize again only for him to hold a hand up to silence you.

“Strip.” Is all he says. You’re a good girl, so you listen. 

You take your layers off one by one, shivering not from the chill of the room but from the heated red eyes watching your every move. Your nipples harden and your core heats up despite the lingering anxiety of disappointing him taking root in your heart. Your arms go back to how you had them before, hugging yourself and pushing your tits close together as you give your husband the most apologetic look you can muster.

“I-I am sorry, daddy. I really didn’t mean to-...to ruin things-” You start, only pausing briefly as Wukong uses a finger to beckon you closer to him. Without hesitation you step up to him and his warm hands grip yours and bring them up to the buttons of his shirt. Catching on to what he wants, you begin to undress him, trailing your fingers delicately over every inch of fur and skin revealed to you. The intimacy of the moment has your breath stuttering in your chest and you can feel your slick dripping from your cunt and onto your inner thighs as you work. Wukong’s own hands settle back onto your waist, thumbs stroking the soft curve of your belly to your hips, his eyes watching your every move with an intensity that’s almost too much. You slip your fingers into the waistband of his slacks and work them off, happy to see he went commando today.

The hard length of his cock is completely unsheathed and presses against the curve of your mound and the softness of your belly. Thin trails of precum bead at the head and smear against your skin, you can feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

You don’t know if you should bend over and beg him to fuck you sensless or get on your knees and plead for his forgiveness. 

Your anxiety must show because his hands are suddenly both cupping your face, his thumbs stroking over the ridge of your cheekbone as he angles your head to look up at him.

“Now, listen to daddy, baby girl. You-” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight against him. The warmth of his chest bleeds into you, soothing your frazzled emotions. “did nothing wrong today. You were sweet and thoughtful for wanting to get lunch with me, and you were very polite before that needle dick tried to-” He snarled and glared off to the side before taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The anxiety ebbed away, your heart feeling lighter as he reassured you.

“S-so…you’re not mad at me?” Wukong chuckled at your words, the force of it shaking his chest under your hands. You bit your bottom lip, your hips wiggling in eager anticipation at the sound, your cunt twitching.

“No, sweet peach, no. I was actually thinking…you looked so upset by everything, it’s my job to make sure you’re happy and well taken care of…” Wukong threaded one clawed hand through your hair, gripping the strands and pulling till your throat was angled like an offering before him. You moaned softly at the action, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. He brought his lips down to the juncture of your throat, giving a teasing nip to the skin with incredibly sharp canines. You bucked your hips against his in desperation at the feeling. The previous bite mark he left was still fresh on your skin, along with the numerous purple hickeys he left. You wanted him to sink his teeth back into your shoulder and break the skin again, to make you cry his name as he marked you for the world to see as his.

“I’m going to take care of you, sweet girl.” He growled into your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, making you hiss at the sting before pulling away from you. You whimpered in protest, hands sliding away from his soft fur as he made himself comfortable on your bed. He lounged back against your shared pillows on full display, his cock thick and engorged where it leaked over his tummy.

“Well come on. Don’t keep daddy waiting~” He purred. You shuddered, feeling weak in the knees as you eagerly climbed up to join him. You wanted that cock inside you, forcing you open and making you see stars as he used you-!

“Nuh-uh, what are you doing peaches?” He interrupted you as you settled on top of him, thighs locked around his hips and your pussy hovering over his dick. You raised a confused eyebrow at him even as you rocked your slick pussy against his length.

“I-I thought…” You trailed off, unsure what else it is he could have meant. Wukong chuckles, his claws settling onto the curve of your ass and pulling you upwards, away from his hips and towards-

His face.

You stutter, gripping his shoulders and digging your knees into the mattress below to stop him from pulling you further up. He was strong enough that he could do it regardless, but he pauses for you anyways.

“You-you want-? I don’t think-” You try to protest despite the fond exasperation on his features. “What if I hurt you somehow? Or I’m too heavy-?” Wukong barks out a laugh at that, sharp canines on display.

“Sweetheart, you know what I’m capable of. I’ve carried mountains without issue! And if, somehow, you were magically able to hurt me I would brag about it for the rest of eternity.” He brought a hand up to gesture at his face, putting on a voice that had you giggling into your hands. “‘Oh, what? This? Yeah I ate my mate’s juicy cunt so good she bruised my neck while cumming.’ Come on, don’t be silly.” His hand moved to the meat of your ass and gave it a harsh slap, your hips jumping at the force. You squealed at the sting of his palm and moved forward, his arms sneaking their way under your knees to pull them above his broad shoulders.

Your hips hovered above his muzzle as you peered down at him, still unsure. Wukong’s red eyes were focused completely on your mound and the slick coating the skin of your thighs. He licked his lips, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as drool coated his fangs. The heat in his gaze made you shudder, your nipples hardening as pure want coursed through you. 

“O-...okay daddy…” You whimpered.

“Good girl. Now take a seat on your throne.” He purred the cheesy line at you as you grabbed onto the headboard for stability as you lowered yourself closer. An amused snort barely makes it out of you before his hands are suddenly gripping your waist tight, yanking you the rest of the way down and onto his eager mouth.

You cry out, back arching as heat envelopes your sensitive pussy. He wastes no time letting you adjust, Wuong’s tongue already bullying its way between your lips and lapping at your slick with the intensity of a man starved. He sighs under you, his whole body going lax as his hot breath leaves his nose in a harsh exhale against your mound, eyes fluttering closed as he savors your taste. You can only sit there and take it, moaning your approval as the thick muscle of his tongue pushes against your clit before going back down to lap against your hole. One of your hands grips the headboard till the wood creaks under your fingers as you ride his face properly. Your other hand tangles in his thick mane of hair, tugging at the strands while you grind your pussy against his mouth.

He groans low in his chest at the feeling, letting you take your pleasure from him. You let your head fall back as bliss consumes you, getting lost in the feeling of his hot mouth working wonders against your dripping hole. His tongue is thick and hot, pressing against your engorged clit before he suckles the nub hard enough to make your knees shake where they sit around his head, and then moves back down to stretch your gummy walls with his tongue.

“F-fuck, daddy-! Feels so good…so good, oh my g-od-!” You whimper. Wukong groans against your pussy again, and a wet sound echoes from behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see his free hand gripping his cock, squeezing up and down in time with his tongue as it fucks your needy hole. Precum dribbles in a steady stream down his pink length and coats his hand, the sight of his slick making your cunt clench down hard on his thrusting tongue. You need him, you need him inside you-need to taste-

You squirm and buck your hips desperately, trying to get his arm wrapped around your waist to relax just enough for you to reposition.

“Daddy, daddy please let me-I want to turn around-” You plead. He pulls his mouth off your swollen cunt with a desperate gasp, licking his chops as his chest heaves under you.

“...You want to turn around?” He pants, giving you a questioning look. He takes a moment to nip and suckle at the skin of your thigh as you try to catch your breath.

“I want your cock, please daddy-...please, I want to choke on it-” You stare longingly over your shoulder where his hand is still playing with the head of his dick, thumb rubbing over the weeping head. That should be your hand, your tongue lapping up all that musky smelling pre and swallowing him down till you choke.

He chuckles underneath you, a cheeky sound that makes your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Well, whatever my peaches wants~” He removes the arm locked around your waist, gripping your hips with both hands to help flip you around. You shuffle and try to keep your legs from hitting him in the face, settling back down with your plush tummy pressing against the length of his chest as you lay across him. Hard muscle is unyielding to your weight, your tits pressing together on top of his waistline as you move your face closer to his cock. His fur tickles your nipples, his hands find their way to the meat of your ass, and his hot and heavy cock is pressed right against your face. You coo at it, nuzzling your cheek against its heat as precum smears across your skin.

The heat of Wukong’s mouth returns to your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your puffy lips and making your hips buck uselessly against him. Pleasure coils in your tummy and you moan, sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the thick cock before you. Salty pre floods your mouth and Wukong’s musk fills your nose, heady and addicting. You trail your tongue downwards, stopping to suckle at a particularly thick vein pulsing with your daddy’s heartbeat, and reach the folds of his sheathe. Wukong’s tongue is pressing hard against your spasming hole, so you decide to return the favor. You press your own tongue into the sensitive skin of his sheathe, lapping at the base of his cock hidden underneath with wide strokes of your tongue, savoring the salty taste of his sweat that's gathered there.

A rumbling groan leaves him from under you, his own mouth working fervently in response to your touch. You kiss and lick your way back up, drooling openly and lapping at his sensitive pink head before sealing your lips around him. His hips buck up and push him further into your mouth, and he presses a sweet kiss against your clit in apology. 

You hum in the back of your throat, unbothered, and swirl your tongue over the leaking slit. You relax your jaw as much as you can, taking a deep breath in through your nose as you push yourself further down his cock, until you can feel the head nudging the back of your throat. So much is still left in your hands, his heavy balls sitting full right below you.

You focus on using one hand to squeeze the part of his cock your mouth can’t reach, letting the weight of him sit fully on your tongue and dribble precum down your throat. Your other hand makes its way to his sack, massaging and playing with his balls as they twitch against your palm. You bob your head slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his tongue as he wiggles it inside you. It's so hard to focus when the heat coiling in your belly winds up tighter, your cunt fluttering and leaking over his face. Wukong indulges in your taste, the lewd sound of his tongue lapping at your twitching hole filling the room.

And then his fingers dig into the meat of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to get a view of your asshole, twitching in time with your oversensitive cunt. Your cheeks burn knowing that he's watching, but you don't stop, keeping his fat cock shoved as far down your throat as you can handle. A thick vein pulses in time with his heartbeat against your tongue. He pulls his mouth away with a shuddering gasp, his hot breath puffing against your heated skin. 

“Gonna eat this tasty ass out, so you just be a good girl and take it, okay?” You don't even have a chance to respond before his thick tongue is wriggling against your hole, the tight ring of muscle clenching down hard. You keen at the feeling, your hips stuttering and your hands moving to grip at the fur of his thighs. You pull off his cock to moan, the heavy weight of it leaking against your cheek as you're forced to accept his touch. You can feel his tongue, wet and thick as it presses against soft gummy walls of your ass, your pussy clenching on nothing as he plays with you how he wants. It's overwhelming, being stretched in such a new way.

You had talked about anal in the past but hadn’t found the right time to actually experiment with anything. The foreign feeling of his tongue takes a moment to adjust too, but within moments you find yourself pushing your ass back against his mouth, moaning your approval with your face pressed against his length.

“F—fuck thats…nggh, it feels good daddy-” He gives an approving hum from below as one of his hands lets go of your ass. His fingers trail delicately over the puffy lips of your pussy before sinking in knuckle deep with ease. His fingers curl and press against the sensitive spongy spot inside and the coiled heat gathering in your tummy tightens. You’re babbling now, repeating his name like a mantra as the coil finally snaps and you cum. Your cunt gushes over his hand and face, his tongue pulling out of your ass to lap from your clit all the way back up, groaning at the taste of your slick. Your hips buck uselessly against his hold, your legs squeezing tight around him as you rock back and forth. 

When you finally catch your breath again his hands are roaming the expanse of your hips and lower back, rubbing soothing circles into the muscle as his mouth suckles away at your oversensitive lips. You whimper and wiggle at his touch, oversensitive to the point of discomfort.

“Ss-too much…” You moan, aftershocks still tearing through you and making your limbs shake. Wukong simply chuckles underneath you, and within moments you find yourself flipped over on your back, pillows beneath you. You look up at the towering frame of your husband as he looms over you, his thick mane of hair falling over his shoulders and around you like a curtain. With weak hands you reach up and tangle your fingers in it, pulling him close and kissing him. You can taste yourself on his tongue, his breath is hot against your lips. His hands roam from your hips and over the soft curve of your tummy and waist, finally cupping your tits where they’re sandwiched between the two of you. His fingers sink into the softness of your body, indulging in the squish and smirking into your kiss at the whimpers you give. 

When he pinches your hardened nipples you squeal, breaking the kiss to throw your head back against the mound of pillows beneath you and bucking your hips up and into his. Despite its exhaustion your body responds to his touch, heat already building back up in your core.

“Wukong…pl-please daddy, fuck me, I-...I want it so bad-” You plead, staring up and into his molten eyes. They glow softly in the dim light of your bedroom, and the eerie glow sends shivers racing down your spine. He presses another kiss to your lips, one hand leaving your chest and trailing down to your mound. He grips his cock and drags it through your puffy cunt, smearing slick and precum as his head pushes against your hole.

“Fuck, alright peaches, alright…Let daddy take care of you, gonna fuck this slutty pussy till you’re screaming-” He pants, his breath puffing like steam from his muzzle. He licks his chops and presses inside, his cock stretching you open and making your thighs shake where you have them squeezed around his hips. His tail circles around the length of your calf, another way to ground himself to you.

“Sh-shit…slides in with ease, huh baby? Such a good slut for me, always so eager…your cute little cunt knows who owns it, huh?” He hisses, grunting at the tight squeeze his words cause. You whimper and gasp, tugging desperately at his hair as your body tries to adjust to the thick cock bullying its way inside you. Your back arches and presses your tits against the soft fur and heated skin of his chest, his arms immediately moving to circle under you and hold you close to him while his hips rock against yours. 

It’s slow and tender, the way he starts. His hips give shallow, deep thrusts against you as he huffs in your ear, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to the juncture of your neck. The closeness has your clit grinding against your waist with each thrust, the fur there tickling your sensitive skin even as it's coated in your own slick. He holds you like he can’t bear to let you go, as if you’ll disappear the moment he separates from you. You grip him tighter and press a kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering against it as the head of his cock kisses the entrance to your womb repeatedly. 

“I won’t leave…never, I’ll never leave you Wukong. I l-love yo-u…!” Your voice sounds ruined when you speak, and it has him groaning low in his gut as his thrusts turn sloppy, his rhythm lost as he loses himself. You keen and wrap your legs tight around his hips to keep him snuggled deep inside you, biting the muscle of his shoulder as the heat inside you coils tighter and together once more.

“L…love you-...too-” He moans brokenly, and it’s enough. You cum once more, squeezing his thick cock where it’s buried inside you. He follows after you, a broken sound leaving him as he shudders over you, warm viscous ropes of cum pouring into your slick cunt and squirting back out when the pressure becomes too much. You can feel it filling you up, flooding your womb and leaving you feeling full and satiated as your whole body trembles with aftershocks. You hold Wukong close to you as his arms finally give out, letting his weight settle on top of you. You pant together and bask in your shared bliss, his cock still giving the occasional twitch as more cum leaks out from him and into your already stuffed pussy. 

You bring a shaking hand up and play with his long hair, twirling the strands between your fingers as you remember what it feels like to be human again.

“Th-thank you…” You manage to squeak despite the exhaustion you feel. Wukong shifts above you, pulling his face from where it was buried between your tits to look up at you.

“...Hmm?” He grunts. You give a tired snicker, delighted by the dazed look on his face.

“Thank you for taking care of me like you do. You always come in to save me when I need it.” You mumble. You try not to think of the discomfort you felt earlier with the leopard, wanting to keep the peace of the moment for just a little longer. Wukong smiles and presses a kiss to the area right above your heart. “Course. Anything for my sweet peach.”

[beyondbluess]

with you

dallas winston x fem! reader

summary: dallas decides to join you on the front porch one chilly night. warning: fluff fluff fluff. not sure why i keep putting out fluff when i really love angst. not proofread; wrote this at two in the morning and didn't finish much later. author's note: so sorry for the lack of fics! definitely would've something out sooner but writer's block has been terrible. i'm trying to work on requests so bare with me.

Laughter was bouncing off every corner of the Curtis residence, a contrast to the chill nipping at your skin on the front porch. You couldn’t remember why you were out there or how long—you just needed to get away from the noise, at least for a while.

The front door opens and shuts from behind in a matter of seconds, but you didn’t bother to check to see who it was. 

“Y’alright?” 

You finally turned around to see Dallas, a hint of concern in his eyes. When you didn’t respond, he muttered something inaudible before sitting beside you on the cold concrete—his eyes never leaving your form. 

“Just.. needed to get away from the noise,” you replied, hugging yourself to keep warm. Dallas noticed this, taking off his leather jacket and placing it over your shoulders. An action that surprised you. 

Both of you sat in silence, the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of the crickets chirping. Something about the combination gave Dallas a sense of unease. 

“Doll, c’mon,” he bursts out, turning his whole body to look at you, brows creasing in further concern. “What’s eatin’ at you?”

You shrugged, lifting your knee to rest your arm on it. Dallas groaned in annoyance, lifting his hip to grab a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket to offer you one, but ended up respectfully declining. He soon pulled out his own to light it before easing into another moment of silence with you.

“Do you ever think about leaving?”

Dallas didn’t respond to this at first, as if he didn’t even know how to answer the question himself. He debated on putting out the cigarette, but stopped in his tracks. “Dunno, sometimes.”

“It’s just,” you started, finally turning your body to look at him. It’s probably the first time you’ve really looked at him all night—you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked over the moonlight. “I’ve grown up here, gotten used to seeing the same people, same places. I want to see what life is like outside of Tulsa, Dal.” 

Dallas listened to you ramble on, a smirk appearing on his face. He always liked how you were always so comfortable with him, never straying away from speaking your mind. 

“You’ve been to New York, right?” you ask, not even realizing that you’ve scooted closer to him, your hand just centimeters away from his. “What’s it like?” 

“Mainly got arrested there, sweetheart,” he replies, taking a drag out of his cigarette. His gaze followed the car that passed by, his lips forming a thin line. “Wasn’t there for fun, it’s that’s what ya askin.” 

You hummed at this, shifting your attention towards the ground in front of you. Dallas’ hand moved closer to yours, fingers now lightly touching. Neither of you felt like moving. 

Eventually, the excitement inside fizzled out, leaving the occasional chatter and the sound of footsteps throughout the house. Dallas knew that the conversation from earlier still lingered on your mind—what life is like outside of Tulsa. He wanted you to have that experience; he wanted to be with you for it. 

“Hey, doll?”

You turned to face him, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. There were a few seconds where he didn’t say anything, simply just looked at you with those eyes. Before you could speak, he leaned in, cutting you off with a kiss. You didn’t stop him. Didn’t want to. 

“Y’know, we can always go,” he murmured, a small but hopeful smile gracing his lips. He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, his touch so uncharacteristically soft. 

“What are you—”

The front door opened, revealing Darry, shoulders tense from working two jobs that paid little. By now, he’s usually cleaning up and getting ready for bed, so you were surprised when he allowed everyone to stay over this late. 

“You two alright out here?” he asks, his eyes shifting between you and Dallas. He muttered out a curse at how chilly it was, pulling the door back slightly so the air wouldn’t come in completely. You wearing Dallas’ jacket doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just… talking,” You answered softly, eyes lingering on Dallas a moment longer before looking up at Darry. “Everything okay?” 

“Jus’ realized that y’all haven’t eaten yet,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, a soft groan escaping from exhaustion. “Figured ya wanted somethin’.”

You were about to answer, but your stomach did it for you—grumbling. A small chuckle escaped Dallas’ lips, making you swat his shoulder playfully. You got up from the porch, dusting off your jeans, looking down at him.

“You coming, Dally?”

“Uh, yeah, jus’ give me a minute,” he muttered, taking another cigarette out of the pack to light, but instead just held it between his fingers, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer, something about your presence giving him a sense of ease. 

You were about to take off his jacket to give it back, but he shook his head—something about how it looked better on you than it did him. Darry moved aside so you could come inside, the warmth welcoming and inviting. He looked down at Dallas, giving him a knowing look.

“So you and—“

“Shut up.”

requests are open !

[sgartiste]

I need to put this out there now or else I’ll never put it to words. A month or so back, I gave my recommendation for A Tale Of Ice And Smoke by SooperSara while I was in the middle of reading it. Back then I was on Chapter Twenty-Something and at this point I’ve finished it and

OH MY GOSH THIS FIC IS AMAAAAZIIIIIING!!!

First of all, Book 1 of the series is complete and has been adapted into an audiobook narrated by the author herself. Barring a few overlaps in the voice clips (;P), it’s incredibly well put together and the author represents and distinguishes the cast incredibly. If you’re interested and willing, please, please, PLEASE give it a listen.

Imma start talking about the plot itself now, so spoilers if you wanna check the fic out yourself.

So, a friend of mine introduced the concept of podfics to me a little over a year ago, and decided to check a decently sized one out to explore the genre. I chose ATOIAS because, one, it was a fandom I was familiar with, and two, it was my favorite subgenre of fics, that being girlboss roleswap AUs. (my beloved) To put it very simply, it’s basically ‘what if Katara was the Avatar?’. The story revolves around her perspective and her experience as the Avatar throughout all of Book 1, and makes damn well sure to differentiate what this role means to her from Aang. Who is also in the fic, to be clear. And also the Avatar. 

EH!? TWO AVATARS!? EHHHHHH!? So basically Aang died in the iceberg after 84 years and Katara became the Avatar, and then she encountered him in the North, and accidentally used some Avatar mumbo jumbo to bring him back to life. It was an interesting, and admittedly off-putting idea. I originally felt it detracted from the main premise, but SooperSara makes sure to both take full advantage of this plot point and ensure that this story is still very much Katara’s. It’s important to remember that a very important part of a good fic that readapts the original’s plot is to make the bits distinguishable enough to truly make their story their own, and as — especially as — the plot progresses, the author does that very well.

Let’s talk about Zuko. Zuko, Zuko, Zuko. The author ships Zutara HARD. Don’t blame her, it’s peak. Katara/Zuko was a relationship mentioned in the tags, and I was totally fine with it, but little did I know at the time, the fun girlboss roleswap AU fic was just a poorly disguised Zutara fic! To be clear, there is NOTHING wrong with that. At all. I don’t usually go for slow burn fics  barring a handful of ships I fixate on. Zutara is not one of them. That didn’t stop me from growing addicted to the relationship. 🫠 

For starters, Katara’s role as the Avatar is unknown to most of the population, as most people think it’s just Aang. The only ones who know it outside the Gaang and a couple of characters who catch her in the act, are Zuko and Iroh. So Zuko now has to both capture Aang AND Katara to complete his mission and return his honor and yadda yadda yadda and he has to do all of this without stirring suspicion lest a certain Zhao spread the news and try to take over his mission. So Zuko immediately has a strong and unique connection to Katara compared to canon which is the real basis behind the butterfly that leads to the growing relationship. He focuses his pursuits on her and her responses are muuuuuch different than Aang’s, usually by giving him an earful or the occasional fistful whilst the latter would usually attempt to disengage. That’s another thing. SooperSara really knows how to make the cast feel like the kids they are. The squabbles, sputters and scowls (:P) by all of the Gaang make them all feel so natural and in character and it really strengthens their character, especially in Katara and Zuko’s sense. The former is petty and the latter is grumpy and the dynamic between the two of them is just so, SO endearing. Anyway, Zuko ends up being as much of a protagonist as Katara as the perspective constantly changes to his and much of the most important emotional beats involve his time with the reader. Aang and Sokka also get some focus, and their characters are certainly not ignored, but Zuko and Katara are the backbone of what makes this fic so good.

The first quarter of the fic is a retelling of the first half of Book 1, while taking some creative liberties to alter certain plot points, and that was all fine and dandy and exactly what I expected, but the plot takes a BIG change during the adaptation of Episode 15 where Aang and the group have their falling out over the map to Hakoda except Zuko and June actually succeed in their mission to catch the Avatar mainly because the fight with Aang has increased meaning for Katara and Katara is actually Zuko’s primary target. The augmented drama ends up with Katara stuck on a Fire Nation ship for… quite a while. Like… for weeks. Like… the second quarter of the 80-chapter fic is in this boat, mainly in this cell. It’s a very small, tight setting. And I was initially very impatient as to when this chunk would be over, wanting to go back to ‘episodes of avatar but katara is the mc’. What I didn’t realize was how this new setting would be the perfect place for the relationship between Zuko and Katara, as well as Iroh and Katara for that matter. The way she’s so self-defeatingly and dangerously defensive in the beginning and the efforts Zuko went to make sure she didn’t end up killing herself in the cell — by keeping her in Iroh’s company — were admirable. And Katara slowly comes to realize that Zuko, despite himself and his own feelings, is, at the very least, a very decent and complicated person. And Zuko is constantly conflicted by how much he finds he cares about not only his prisoner, but the other people around him as Katara constantly calls him out and gets on his nerves in their verbal skirmishes while still showing each other respect. In the end, they’re both kids, and they were thankfully raised on good morals despite their actions. Katara’s animosity between him for his actions, calling him just as bad as Zhao, remains until he ends up saving her life when Zhao blows up Zuko’s ship. I was initially a little detached from this change, constantly wondering which chapter would be the end of this tangent, but the growing bond between these two seemingly incompatible kids had somehow snared me sometime within. The chapter where Zuko returns Katara’s necklace was the first time I have EVER cried during a fanfic, and that was only enhanced by listening to the audiobook. (Another reason to go listen to it >:[)

So, yeah. About that. Preceding The Siege of The North, Zhao dismisses Zuko’s crew and basically destroys his mission to capture the Avatar all in his father’s name, and after attempting to blow the prince up as well as his newfound doubts of his mission via Katara being herself (in the most annoying way possible) Zuko is practically broken. He survives the explosion and stows away on Zhao’s ship with Iroh and when the plans to attack the North become apparent, Zuko, good-natured, guilty, and disillusioned by Katara’s constant questions feels a responsibility to protect and prepare the Avatar for the oncoming invasion. Not necessarily because he likes her or anything… o_o …but because his own conscience, now clearer than ever, recognizes that this attack is wrong and he has to do something about it.

The entire second half of the 80-chapter fic is in the Northern Water Tribe, which I was actually happy with, especially after how my feelings changed after the Fire Nation ship. It meant we’d get to spend more time with Yue and see Katara grow as a waterbender, and it would help strengthen the character and relationships between the rest of the Gaang. It takes a bit for Katara to actually get to train, Pakku being Pakku, but it really feels as if it pays off by the end. And Zuko. Zuko, Zuko, Zuko. He shows up much earlier than in canon to warn Katara, albeit with no real plan past that… because he’s Zuko. So when he’s found, which is thankfully very quickly, Katara drags him by the ear and sticks him in an ice pit for the next twenty chapters. In that time he becomes acquainted with the Gaang and soon gets dismissed as a threat. They talk, they bond, they spar once Zuko is allowed out and the relationships get plenty of time to develop and solidify in ways that never could’ve been possible in 20 minute episodes while still maintaining an enjoyable pace, which is impressive considering this is 40 chapters that represent 2 episodes. Zuko and Katara’s relationship carries the whole thing. Zuko’s awkward, angsty and bad with feelings, and Katara’s ill-tempered, spiteful and wears her emotions on her sleeve. They’re kind of perfect for each other. The perfect people to talk to — read ‘argue with’. Seeing them feel so much responsibility and connection for each other (though, not quite love [yet]) more and more is an addicting feeling.  While I won’t spoil the ending with the Siege, I will say that everything that’s happened wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for Zhao being an asshole. So thank him for the Zutarany goodness.

But seriously, this is one of the best fics I’ve indulged in, and certainly the best one I’ve ever listened to. Author’s in the middle of Book 2 right now, which I have admittedly not begun, but I’m really looking forward to reading it.

tl;dr, came for the girlboss, stayed for the zutara. 

also sokka says fuck. 10/10 would recommend.

[toasttt11]

along

August 18, 2024

Ophelia clipped back the top half of her way hair as she walked out of her bathroom after taking a shower from a run with Quinn and then swimming this morning.

She had gotten back to the lake just yesterday afternoon after being up north in Michigan for a week with just her Hughes. It was a new place for her and she fun exploring especially with all the hikes they did.

She did say bye to Ellen and Jim yesterday for a few days as they would be leaving tonight for another trip just the two of them.

The off season was slowly getting close to ending meaning the lake house will be filling back up for one more filled house of this off season.

Luke and Jack had a new friend coming out to the lake house, Macklin Celebrini the first overall pick from the last draft.

Jack and Luke both somehow got in touch with Macklin and invited him out to the lake house to train but also just to come to the lake house.

Ophelia has heard about Macklin because of his hockey skills but also outside of hockey because he is a friend of Connor’s with them both being from Vancouver and once being teammates. Ophelia knows Connor trains at the same rink some of the summer mostly every summer with Macklin.

Quinn also knew Macklin’s brother Aiden as Aiden was drafted to the Canucks. Ophelia has not met Aiden yet besides seeing him for seconds on their draft day and she realized they both were at development camp last summer but she didn’t speak to many people than meaning they would most likely officially would be meeting sooner than later.

Macklin was coming to stay in Michigan and would be staying for two weeks.

Ophelia was hoping they got along and it would be nice to have someone her age.

She knew Luke and Jack should be back soon with Macklin and Quinn was doing something on the dock with the boat as she had been taking a shower.

Ophelia had tossed a pair of blue and white striped flowy shorts and a simply black tank top.

She picked her phone up just as she heard the front door open and pocketed her phone and started heading down the stairs.

She titled her head seeing Macklin and noticed the way his hair flopped across his forehead as he pushed his hair back.

“Bee!” Jack grinned hearing her walk down the stairs as Luke, Jack, Quinn and Macklin all stood in the living room.

Macklin looked up and immediately wiped his hands on his shorts a bit nervously, “Hi.” Macklin said with a nervous and shy smile.

“Hi.” Ophelia said with her normal shy smile and furrowed her brows at Macklin thinking he seemed a bit familiar, “I’m-“ Ophelia went to introduce herself when Macklin gently cut her off.

“Ophelia.” Macklin finished for her with a sheepish smile making her lips quirk up a bit, “Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“It’s okay Macklin.” Ophelia said with an amused look in her eyes.

Macklin smiled more as she said his name meaning she knew him.

“Oh! That’s why you’re familiar, i ran into you after my game. I’m so sorry about that.” Ophelia realized Macklin was the boy she ran into after game seven in the playoffs when she was rushing to find Jack.

Macklin laughed softly nodding remembering exactly what she was talking about, “I am, it’s okay.” Macklin also knew they have met before that but he wouldn’t bring that up yet.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Ophelia gave him a sweet smile and held out her hand for him to take.

Macklin sweetly smiled back and softly took her hand shaking softly, “Nice to meet you Ophelia.” He glanced down a bit at her being a few inches taller than her and he seemed just quite bigger standing in front of her.

Jack hummed softly looking at the two with a certain look on his face as he raised an eyebrow but kept the idea to himself for now.

Ophelia and Macklin shared a smile before Ophelia dropped his hand and took a small step closer to Quinn as she always does.

“Let me show you your room Mack.” Luke gave Macklin a grin and patted his shoulder gesturing for Macklin to follow him to go to one of row guest rooms that Macklin gets first dibs on as right now he is the first guest here.

Quinn had a small smile after seeing Ophelia getting along with Macklin pretty eaisly and he leaned closed to her lowering his voice, “So do we like him?” Quinn had a playful grin on his face.

Jack huffed amused at Quinn’s question that Quinn always loves to ask Ophelia.

Ophelia softly laughed as she always did at his question but quickly nodded her head, “Yeah.” Ophelia already liked Macklin and she was looking forward to getting to know him more over the next two weeks.

“Good.” Quinn patted her head softly smiling a bit at her before he walked away heading downstairs into the basement.

Ophelia fiddled with her charm bracelet her eyebrow furrowed as she thought about Macklin, something about him is familiar more than just running into him once after a playoff game or seeing him in hockey clips or during the draft.

“Bee?” Jack called out softly seeing Ophelia deep in thought. Ophelia blinked snapping out of her thoughts seeing Jack calling her name and knew she could think more about this later.

Ophelia gave him a smile and quickly walked over to Jack leaning into his side as they headed down to the basement where Quinn already was and waiting for them.

Ophelia started setting up the pool game as Luke and Macklin joined them downstairs after Macklin left his bags in the guest room.

Quinn and Jack were both settled on the couch that faces the pool table, Jack was just scrolling on his phone.

“Alright to officially be apart of the Hughes lake house you have to play a game of pool.” Luke gave Macklin a mischievous smile.

Ophelia shook her head amused and fondly at Luke’s unwritten rule about playing pool. She knew how much Luke gets into the game especially as he tends to be better than everyone else.

Macklin nodded at Luke words as his eyes kept flickering over to Ophelia as she finished setting up the game.

“Do you play?” Macklin asked Ophelia looking a bit hopeful that he could play against her making her glance up and blink realizing he was asking her.

Ophelia brushed back a stray piece of her hair that fell out of her clip and slowly shook her head, “Not really.” Ophelia shrugged a bit. She didn’t really care for the game and just got bored.

Luke leaned over and shook her shoulders softly with a teasing smile, “But she is really good but Bee never plays.”

Ophelia just gave Luke a little nudge back as Macklin smiled a bit.

Ophelia settled in between Jack and Quinn after she finished helping Luke set the game up.

She gave Macklin a small smile as the same eye contact as he glanced away and at her during the game.

[cantstoptheimagines]

All Tied Up (Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Luffy’s dream of tying you to the main mast comes to fruition. Zoro and Usopp join the fun.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Another pirate smut for the collection (rough foursome; free use (human fleshlight vibes at certain points); exhibitionism (fucking on deck but no one’s around to see); oral (female receiving); penetration (vaginal); overstimulation; bondage; hair-pulling; fingering and pussy slapping; creampies and facials; spanking; degradation and name-calling; biting and licking).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,283. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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Uncontrollable pants filled your ear at the sound of skin on skin echoed in the air. Zoro’s heavy balls slapped your clit with every thrust of his hips, sinking his aching cock deep into your entrance over and over. His efforts were made simply by your position.

It was one Luffy had pleaded to see you in for weeks. In the middle of his ship’s deck, you’re bent over a wine barrel, hips digging into the wood while your legs and feet dangle weakly. Incapable of touching the wooden deck, they swung back and forth with every harsh thrust against your backside. Yours arms have been stretched out in front of you, all so your wrists could be tied to the main mast of the Sunny. The knot securing them there was formed with one of Luffy’s infamous pirate flags. 

The sight of you, according to your captain, was nothing short of delectable. And his description must have been somewhat accurate, given the eagerness in joining the fun both Zoro and Usopp had expressed when they had first wandered onto the deck that morning. And Luffy, being Luffy, was always happy to share. 

On your right, he grinned down at you while stroking his long, twitching cock, “Perfect day for this, isn’t it? Nice and clear, easy to focus our attention on using you.”

Your response is incoherent, muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Usopp, moaning intensely on your left, slapped his own leaking tip against your cheek, and spoke up, “Can’t say anything, huh? Keep quiet next time and maybe I won’t need to shove something in that pathetic mouth of yours.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Had that really been why Usopp had forced your underwear into your mouth? Did he not like your moans? Were you being too loud this time—?

You let out another muffled gasp after Zoro gave a particularly rough thrust into your core. His large hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he huffed, “Give her a break, Usopp! It’s hard work, taking cum all day. We’ve gotta let her squeal at least a couple times. She’s earned it after letting us bend her over like this.”

One of his hands slapped your backside, drawing out one of those squeals he had just mentioned. Usopp didn’t have much time to think of a response before a wave of pleasure raked over his spine. His orgasm burst from the tip of his cock. Creamy, white ropes of his release splattered onto your face. His length twitched with every spurt. 

Once his release had subsided, Usopp smiled with a deep moan, “Damn, that was good. Bet you like all that cum on your pretty face, huh?”

“My turn! Ah! My—! My turn now!” demanded Luffy.

His hand fiercely stroked his own length, attempting to reach a quicker finish. One squeeze of his balls sent him over the edge. Another wave of cum sprayed onto your sweaty skin. Luffy’s fingers wove themselves into your hair as his other hand aimed his cock’s mushroom head at your face. His release mixed with Usopp’s, leaving white beads dribbling down your forehead and along your nose.

Behind you, Zoro let out an amused laugh. He yanked your hips, roughly dragging your tight entrance on and off his thick length. With his strength, it didn’t require much effort. His teeth filled out a feral grin, “Bet they’re gonna wish they came in your pussy more when they had you to themselves this morning. It’s mine now though, I’m taking it over. Look at ‘em, trying to get it back up.”

He was right. Both Luffy and Usopp were already stroking themselves back to life, desperate for more.

“Fuck!” grunted Zoro, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Get ready, I’ve been saving this for you all day. Gonna fill up that tight womb with my cum, got it?”

He rocked you against the wine barrel, occasionally readjusting your position with a grumble whenever you got knocked out of place. The wood made your hips and pelvis ache with each of Zoro’s unyielding tugs on your body. Even now and then, you’d get a peek at your clenched toes whenever they were forced to swing forward enough. 

“Filthy little cunt, it’s always so damn tight,” he groaned, your muffled cries causing warmth to pool in his tightening abdomen. “Take it! I’m dumping everything inside, take it all! Suck in my load with your pussy, c’mon, taking my fucking cum! Oh, fuck, you little slut! Hah!”

He spread your cheeks for a better view, gritting his teeth at the sight of his cock sinking into you one last time. His balls pulsed, flush against your clit. His cum flooded your walls and painted your insides white. 

“Shit, that’s it. Take it all in there,” he muttered, slowly easing his length out of your entrance. He gripped himself with one hand and then struck the quivering head of his cock against your unused asshole. Still exposed by his other hand groping your plump flesh, your tightest entrance clenched around Zoro’s thumb when it sank inside. “Gonna ruin this one later. Need to get some energy back first.” 

He slapped your sore cheeks a few times before smearing his cum through your sensitive folds as it oozed out of your wet hole. Finally, with another few taps of his leaking cockhead, he stuffed himself back into his pants and sauntered off. 

Luffy wasted no time in taking Zoro’s place. His hips collided with your bare skin as he bottomed out inside you. His hands pressed against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch as he began thrusting at a fast pace. You couldn’t help but whine through your makeshift gag.

“Zoro got you all stretched out! He’s too big for you!” he huffed angrily. “He’ll ruin you for the rest of us if he keeps stealing so many turns with your pussy. Why d’you let him do that, huh?”

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm—Mmph!” was all he got in response. Over and over, his cock sank into you, your wetness squelching out around him with each movement.

Usopp slowly stroked himself to the sight of his friend making you go cross-eyed, “That’s it, pretty thing. Enough about Zoro. You’re gonna cum on Luffy’s cock now, aren’t you?”

His words seemed to only bring Luffy closer to a release upon hearing them. You whimpered when Luffy pressed his chest against your back, restricting your movements even further. One of his hands tightly gripped onto your shoulder. Meanwhile, the other reached around your head, allowing Luffy’s large, sweaty palm to press against your forehead. He forcefully pushed your head back as he panted into your ear.

“Pretty pussy,” he muttered, only seeking the pleasure your body offered him. “My crew’s pretty, perfect pussy, all tied up. Ugh! So good, this pussy’s so good, wanna eat it.”

Still stroking himself, Usopp stepped closer, reached beneath your swaying body, and found your swollen clit, “Let me help ya out.”

“Yes, yes!” cried Luffy.

Although the feeling of Usopp attacking your clit with his fingers was almost too much for you, neither of them seemed to care. Tears welled up in your eyes while your cunt clenched around Luffy’s cock. His speed was so fast, it could be considered inhumane. He offered your pussy no relief.

Instead, he cried and huffed and whimpered into your ear upon feeling the increasing tightness of your sopping entrance. It wasn’t until Usopp struck at your aching clit, pulling your own squirting release from your cunt, that Luffy’s resolve finally broke.

He sank his length deep into your walls while his teeth suddenly dug into your temple. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into your wet cunt. All the while, Luffy’s bite shifted to your cheek and then to the side of your neck as his eyes rolled back. To anyone else, he probably looked akin to a wild animal, desperate to mark and breed its mate.

Usopp gasped, tearing his hand away from his cock before his own release could wash over him. However, he continued his assault on your overstimulated clit, grinning as you twitched and whined uncontrollably.

“What’s that?” he mocked. He then pulled your underwear out of your mouth, and chuckled, “Speak up, cutie. C’mon.”

“Please, please, ugh! Please, wait!” you cried out. A gasp fell from your lips when Luffy’s teeth released your neck, only for his tongue to repeatedly run over your sweaty skin. “Luffy, need you—hah—to slow down! Too much!”

“Almost done,” muttered Luffy, though he listened to your pleas regarding his pace, and pulled his cock out of your entrance. However, it was quickly replaced with his tongue when he knelt behind you, and said, “Still wanna eat.”

Usopp groped your ass, spreading your cheeks for Luffy, who gripped your shaking thighs. His long tongue ran over your folds once, then twice, before it sank into you.

Usopp teased your asshole, much like Zoro had done earlier when he was still on deck, while Luffy took a deep whiff of your arousal. Your captain’s mouth explored your wetness carelessly, panting and slurping. His release from just moments ago, now mixed with your own, dripped into his awaiting mouth. He let out a series of satisfied groans, sinking his nails deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Pussy tastes—yes—so good! Need it! Don’t squirm too much! Put it back in my mouth, c’mon, your clit! There you go! Mmph! Yes, yes!”

“Cum again,” ordered Usopp. “Cum on his tongue so I can put my dick in you already, c’mon!”

Your vision blurs as another orgasm washes over your body. You hardly realize it when Luffy gets in one last lick before he walks away with a satisfied grin, his softening cock swinging between his legs with every step. He toyed with his balls while making his way to the kitchen.

“My chance with you now, pretty thing,” muttered Usopp, disappearing from your sight to take his place behind you. “Talk to me. You still feel good?”

Every part of you lies still, your limbs weak. You’re panting uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath from your time with Luffy. You can only hum in response to his question. Quietly, Usopp laughed from behind you, and you can’t help but shudder when a warm hand runs over your spine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, only to groan when he took a glance at your soaked folds. “Those two always fuck you up, huh? I think you can take another round though.” 

Usopp abruptly shoved into you, stretching you even further. You can’t stop a loud, surprised cry from escaping your lips. One of his hands wrapped itself in your hair while the other reached around to grasp your throat. He quickly yanks your head as far back as he can manage. Your back is arched at an almost impossible angle, not that he seemed to care.

Hunching over you, Usopp cursed and immediately set a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts. He resists the urge to choke you every time your throat pulses beneath his palm with a new plea for him to slow down. Instead, he leans over you enough to lick the sweat that beads on your temple. 

“Ours, ours,” he groaned. “Pussy’s ours. Wanna fill you up and leave you tied up for everyone to see. Want every ship passing by to know whose cum is dripping outta your guts.”

“Usopp, ugh!” you whined, gasping each time his hips smacked your aching backside. “Please! Can’t do it again!”

“Can’t do what, huh? Cum?” he chuckled with a deep huff. “You don’t need to worry about it—fuck, baby! I’m taking care of that for ya. Yeah, I’ll make you cum again, just as soon as I’m through with this pussy of yours, m’kay?”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you were unable to do anything but pant and whine as Usopp had his way with you. He hissed into your ear, occasionally licking your skin, as he dug his nose into your temple.

With his eyes rolled back and his teeth clenched, Usopp's hips become a blur. His thrusts are so quick, so rough, that you’re beginning to experience whiplash.

“Gonna do it, fuck!” he panted. “I’m gonna cum in this cute, little pussy! You do it with me, okay? You hear me? I’m going to make you cum!”

One hand forces your head down against the barrel while the other dives between your legs to torture your aching clit. Usopp is practically drooling with pleasure as your release finally overtakes his pulsing cock.

He slaps your clit a few times as you orgasm with a loud cry. He pounds into you harder and harder until he’s flooding your insides with his own release. With thick, white cum frothing out onto his balls, he grunts and pants into your ear, still occasionally licking your sweaty flesh.

He doesn’t pull out until his cock is soft and unable to continue with another round. Not for lack of trying, however. Usopp does his best to stroke himself back to life, slapping his throbbing tip against your twitching asshole upon spreading you open with a large palm, but it’s all to no avail.

Realizing he’s unfortunately spent, he finally gives up on stroking his overstimulated, twitching cock. He runs his fingers through your folds instead, admiring the excessive amount of cum that oozes and drips out of your used body.

“Get some rest,” he said, slapping your backside one last time. “I think Sanji’s got something special planned for you later.”

[the-phantom-peach]

Friend 🩵✨

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3 hour skin lighting study

[lustenthusiastmainx3]

guess who actually drew something today <3

got the motivation to join random magma jams and had fun!! X3 there was one where the prompt was drawing Miku (i didn’t get to finish her before they reseted the canvas </3 bummer) and one where you drew yourself as a fish :D (i’m a CAT-fish, get it?:D) the other two where free draws and i used them to practice drawing lance lol

[ratcorner]

Could we see a little a hircine 👀

Gulibeg & The Medallion

[ID. A fiery spectral fox dashes through a mountainous forest, dead trees towering over the creature. Around its neck is a loosely tied medallion, shining in the light of the moons. Secunda and Masser are blocked by the looming figure of Hircine. End ID.]

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

On earth-616, The Outlaws are a short lived team of reformed Spider-man villains (Prowler, Puma, Silver Sable, Rocket Racer, and Will o’ the Wisp or Sandman) trying their best to clean up their acts and be heroes.

…But what does that make them on an earth with no Spider-Man?

[michi-chelle-draws]

omg this rin drawing/speedpaint from earlier this year that i never finished :’o

[icterid-rubus]

🍲

[fakevariety]

will probably delete this is the morning but here is my incredibly shitty bucky barnes edit

i definitely had a vision and the order of clips has a meaning and the edit makes sense to me but idk if anyone else will get what i’m going for

whatever i’m tired and sad rn idc

[fingertipsmp3]

If anyone here keeps a reading/book journal what do you dooo. I feel like I’ve tried multiple options and none of them have really been perfect

[cassiemaebarnes]

I Noticed

Bucky x reader

Summary: You and Bucky are good friends, but you didn't realize he knew practically everything about you...

Word Count: 4,779

The conference room was unusually quiet for a Tuesday afternoon meeting. Everyone was already seated – Steve flipping through a tablet, Natasha sipping coffee, Sam looking like he was seconds away from falling asleep with his head propped on one hand.

You were seated toward the middle, elbow on the table, cheek in your palm, staring at the clock.

"Ugh," you groaned softly. "I'm already thirsty. I should've brought water."

Sam cracked one eye open. "Rookie mistake."

You gave him a half-hearted glare. "Thanks, Sam. So helpful."

Then your stomach growled and you sighed again. "I should've brought snacks, too. I have a bag of those garlic parmesan Dot’s pretzels in my room – they’re my favorite. I was gonna bring 'em but I forgot. They would've been perfect right now."

"Garlic pretzels in a closed room? Bold choice," Natasha quipped, smirking over her mug.

"They’re elite. You wouldn’t understand."

Just as you finished your sentence, the door opened and in walked Bucky, casual as ever, looking like he hadn’t rushed at all despite being a solid five minutes late.

"Hey," he said to the room before walking over to your seat.

Without saying anything else, he placed a bottle of water and a Ziploc bag full of garlic parmesan Dot’s pretzels in front of you, then sat down beside you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked at the items.

So did everyone else.

Steve’s mouth parted. Natasha looked genuinely surprised. Sam sat up straighter, eyebrows raised. Even Tony, who’d just entered behind Bucky, paused mid-step.

You looked at the bag. Then the water. Then at Bucky.

"...You literally just brought me exactly what I said I wanted like ten seconds ago."

Bucky blinked at you. "Yeah? I figured you’d be thirsty – you never bring water to meetings. And you usually get hungry around this time, so I brought snacks."

There was a beat of silence.

And then it hit.

"Oh my God," Sam laughed, pointing dramatically. "They’re not even dating and he knows her snack schedule."

Steve covered a smile with his hand. "That’s...actually kind of impressive."

Natasha leaned forward. "You even brought her favorite flavor?"

Bucky frowned slightly, confused. "Well, yeah. She likes the garlic parmesan ones."

"HE KNOWS THE FLAVOR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," Tony declared like a ring announcer. "WE’VE GOT A SOFTIE IN THE WILD."

You buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning. "Oh my God, you guys–"

Bucky just shrugged, annoyingly unbothered. "What? She gets grumpy when she’s hungry."

And somehow that only made it worse.

Or better.

Depending on who you asked.

You hadn’t even opened the bag of pretzels yet. They just sat there in front of you, taunting you while your face turned redder by the second.

And Bucky? Completely calm. Like being a walking encyclopedia on your habits was not wildly incriminating.

That is, until Sam leaned forward with a grin.

"Okay, Barnes. Pop quiz."

Bucky gave him a suspicious side-eye. "Why?"

"Because," Tony chimed in, "you just demonstrated an alarming level of girlfriend knowledge for someone who's allegedly not dating her."

"We're not–!" you started, but Natasha held up a finger to silence you.

"This is more fun."

She turned to Bucky. "Favorite coffee order. Go."

"Caramel iced latte, extra ice."

Your jaw dropped slightly. "That’s–"

"Correct," Sam cut in, smirking. "Alright, alright – shampoo and conditioner brand?"

Bucky didn’t even hesitate. "Pantene – the coconut scent."

You whipped around to stare at him. "How the hell do you know that?!"

He looked at you like it was obvious. "Because your bathroom always smells like coconut. And that one time you stayed at my place after a mission, you complained that I only had 2-in-1."

Natasha bit back a laugh. "We’re logging that for future teasing."

"Okay, okay," Tony leaned on the table like he was hosting a game show. "Let’s make this harder. Favorite snack that's not garlic parmesan pretzels?"

"Peanut M&M’s. But she picks out the brown ones and eats them last because she says they taste the most ‘chocolatey.’"

You slapped a hand over your mouth. "Are you keeping notes somewhere?!"

Bucky just shrugged like it was no big deal. “You talk a lot when we hang out.”

"My heart can’t take this," Steve said, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Mine either," Sam added. "This is some Hallmark level slow burn stuff and I didn’t even know I wanted it."

"Do you know her favorite hoodie too?" Natasha asked.

He glanced at you, then pointed without looking. "That light grey one she stole from me? Wears it three times a week, minimum."

You gaped at him. "...You let me steal that."

"You think I didn’t notice?" he said, and you caught the tiniest curve of a smirk on his lips.

The room collectively lost it.

"Okay, this is criminal," Tony declared. "I’ve seen actual married couples who know less about each other."

"You’re clearly in love with her," Sam added helpfully.

Bucky’s smirk dropped slightly, and for a split second, something unreadable flickered in his expression as he glanced at you – soft, unsure, and maybe a little too earnest.

You froze.

So did he.

And then Natasha cleared her throat. "Well, this meeting is officially a disaster, but I’m emotionally invested now."

Steve gave you both a look. "Anything either of you wanna share with the class?"

You made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan, covering your face with your hands again.

Beside you, Bucky just leaned back in his chair and said, “Can we please talk about the mission now? Before they start planning our wedding?”

But even as he said it, you felt his knee brush against yours under the table.

--

The meeting finally wrapped up after an hour of mission briefings, supply checklists, and Tony trying to convince Steve to let him name the next Quinjet The Iron Bus. Everyone stood, gathering their things, but the tension in the room wasn’t about the mission at all – it was about you and Bucky.

You had barely pushed your chair back before Sam clapped his hands once and turned to Bucky with renewed mischief in his eyes.

"Alright, now that the boring stuff’s out of the way – round two."

Bucky blinked. "Seriously?"

"You thought we forgot? That whole time I was pretending to care about drone placements, I was building a list."

"I was also building a list," Natasha added, already pulling out her phone.

Steve sighed but didn’t stop them. “I mean…I am kind of curious now.”

Tony grinned. “This is the best part of my day.”

You groaned. “Oh my god, guys–”

“Nope,” Sam said. “Too late. Barnes, what’s her favorite candle scent?”

“Vanilla,” Bucky said without pause.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, but how do you know that?”

“You lit one in my kitchen once. Said it was ‘elite cozy vibes.’”

Tony choked on a laugh. “He even quoted her. This is so real.”

Natasha stepped in next. “Alright – what color does she always pick for her nails?”

“Soft pink. Unless she’s in a mood, then it’s that dark reddish-purple color…what’s it called? ‘Black Cherry?’”

You squinted. “Okay, that’s either creepy or impressive–”

“Impressive,” Sam decided. “Definitely impressive.”

Steve raised a brow. “What about her go-to song when she’s in a bad mood?”

Bucky smiled a little. “idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish.”

You blinked. “Wait, how do you even know that?”

“You played it on repeat for like four days after that one mission with the HYDRA facility. I asked you if you were okay and you said, ‘I’m fine, I just need to cry and hydrate.’”

Natasha was actually laughing now. “He’s got quotes, too.”

Tony raised a finger like he was conducting an interview. “Okay, Bucky – final round. What’s her go-to breakfast when she’s had a rough night?”

Bucky leaned back casually. “Scrambled eggs with pepperjack cheese, hot sauce, two slices of toast, and coffee with oat milk and a tiny bit of cinnamon.”

Everyone turned to you like you’d just been caught in 4K.

You stared at him. “You remembered all of that?”

He shrugged. “I’ve made it for you before.”

Sam fake-fainted onto the conference table.

“I can’t take this,” Steve said, rubbing his temples. “This is ridiculous.”

“It’s domestic,” Natasha corrected. “And I love it.”

You groaned again and dropped your head onto your crossed arms. “Can the floor swallow me now?”

Bucky leaned over and murmured, “I think they’re just jealous.”

You peeked up at him. “Of what?”

He gave you that tiny smirk again. “That I pay attention.”

You sat up and shoved the bag of pretzels toward Bucky with a flustered laugh. “Here. Take these back. You’ve earned them.”

Bucky just grinned and tossed one in his mouth. “They taste better when I’m right.”

--

Eventually, the room emptied out. Steve wrangled Tony into actually submitting a mission report, Nat headed to the gym, and Sam left muttering about needing a nap.

You lingered, still sitting in your chair, picking at the label on your water bottle while Bucky packed up his notes. The teasing had died down, but your heart hadn’t quite stopped doing somersaults.

He was halfway to the door when you said, softly, “Hey, Buck?”

He paused, looked over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

You motioned for him to come back. “Can I ask you something?”

His brows rose, but he came back over, folding his arms as he leaned against the edge of the table beside you. “You wanna quiz me now?”

“Maybe.” You tilted your head, watching him. “I just wanna see how far this weird…psychic Barnes ability goes.”

He gave a lazy grin. “Alright. Hit me.”

You took a breath. “Okay. Pads or tampons?”

He blinked once. “Both.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Details?”

He scratched his jaw, not missing a beat. “You use the regular tampons most days, but you always keep a pack of those thin pads with the wings in your bathroom drawer – orange wrapper, right? You said the combo makes you feel less paranoid about leaks when you’re out on missions.”

Your jaw dropped a little.

Bucky’s smirk faded, growing a little more serious when he saw your expression. “I wasn’t, like, digging through your stuff or anything. You asked me to grab painkillers once while you were curled up on the couch, and I saw the pack when I opened the drawer. And you mentioned the tampon thing that one time when we got stuck waiting in that safe house for hours and you were grumpy.”

You swallowed. “Okay…uh. Chocolate preference?”

“Milk chocolate when you’re just craving sugar, milk chocolate with caramel when you’re on your period.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you didn’t stop. “When I cry, what do I want someone to do?”

“Sit with you. Don’t talk unless you ask. You like quiet comfort.”

You were fully staring at him now, unable to find any words, so he filled the silence gently.

“I know you get really overwhelmed when you feel like someone’s watching too closely while you’re upset. You hate feeling...exposed. So I don’t stare. I just stay close.”

You blinked fast, chest tightening with something way bigger than embarrassment now.

“Why?” you asked, barely above a whisper. “Why do you pay attention like that?”

Bucky shrugged one shoulder, not meeting your eyes at first. “Because you matter to me. And…when someone matters, you notice things. The important stuff. The things that make them feel seen.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, overwhelmed. “No one’s ever paid attention like that. No one’s ever noticed.”

Finally, he looked at you again. And this time, there was no smirk, no teasing grin – just something quiet and sure in his eyes.

“I noticed.”

After a moment, you smiled faintly. “What’s my favorite place to be when I’m sad?”

“Anywhere I am,” he said without missing a beat.

And this time, you didn’t even try to hide the way your heart skipped.

--

Later that evening, the compound was quieter – mission prep done, sparring sessions wrapped up, and the post-meeting teasing finally done.

You’d snuck off for a hot shower, hoping to wash away the lingering flush in your cheeks from earlier. The Avengers had been relentless, and even though Bucky hadn’t said anything else since the conference room, his words still echoed in your head.

I noticed.

You exhaled under the spray and tried not to think about it too hard.

Meanwhile, in the common room, the chaos was still quietly unfolding.

Tony strolled in with a tablet in hand, looking far too pleased with himself. “Alright, children, it’s that magical time – takeout vote. We've got Thai, Indian, tacos, pizza, sushi, and that weird little vegan place Bruce likes.”

“I swear to God, if you put seaweed bowls on the menu again–” Sam started.

“Focus,” Tony cut him off, tapping the screen. “We’ll tally up votes. Bucky, where’s your girl?”

Bucky, sprawled comfortably on the couch with one leg slung over the side, didn’t even flinch at the phrasing. “Showering.”

“Wow,” Natasha muttered. “Didn’t even blink at that.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “And you’re voting for her too, I assume?”

Bucky nodded, nonchalant. “Two for Indian.”

Steve looked up from his book. “Did she say that?”

“Nope.”

Sam smirked immediately. “So we’re guessing now?”

“I’m not guessing,” Bucky replied evenly. “She’s not in a pizza mood today.”

Tony looked at him like he was a contestant on a game show. “So you're locking in Indian for the both of you. No communication. No signals. No magic powers?”

Bucky shrugged. “Yep.”

“I’m starting a betting pool,” Sam announced, pulling out his phone.

“I want in,” Natasha said, crossing her arms.

“She loves pizza,” Steve reminded. “Are we sure about this?”

“She does love pizza,” Bucky agreed, arms folded behind his head. “But not tonight.”

Sam grinned wide. “Alright, let’s take some bets. Five says she picks pizza. Anyone else?”

Money and pride were quickly thrown around – half the team convinced Bucky’s luck had to run out eventually, the other half wary because…well. It was Bucky. And somehow he just knew things about you.

Five minutes later, you wandered into the common room in fresh clothes, hair damp and rubbing moisturizer into your face with zero awareness of the quiet, expectant tension in the air.

“Hey,” you said casually, “what’s going on?”

Tony cleared his throat, playing it cool. “Just figuring out dinner. Got a few options – Thai, Indian, tacos, pizza, sushi, and Bruce’s vegan sadness bowls. What sounds good?”

You made a face, thinking. “Hmm, not really in the mood for pizza today. Indian.”

The room exploded.

“NO WAY,” Nat yelled.

“Unbelievable,” Steve said.

Sam stood and threw his arms in the air. “THIS IS RIGGED.”

Tony shouted over the chaos, “I CALL WITCHCRAFT.”

You froze, blinking at everyone, confused.

“Did I miss something?” you asked slowly.

Bucky just sat there calmly, like he hadn’t just won the mind-reader Olympics. “Told them you’d want Indian.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did you spy on me in the shower or something?”

“Nope,” he said, looking smug. “Just know you.”

The team descended into chaos again – some demanding their money back, others insisting on a rematch next week.

You just grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and chucked it at Bucky’s chest.

He caught it, laughed, and tossed it back. “I’m undefeated.”

--

The food arrived about twenty minutes later, the smell of warm spices and garlic naan instantly filling the common area. Tony called out a triumphant “Dinner’s here!” like he’d made it himself, and everyone swarmed the table to claim their orders.

You padded over a little slower, then Bucky turned from the table and held up a hand.

“I got your plate,” he said casually, already balancing two in his hands.

You paused. “Wait, I didn’t even tell you–”

“I know.” He handed it over without fanfare.

You looked down.

Your favorite combo – chicken tikka masala, a scoop of basmati rice (but not too much), a piece of garlic naan torn in half, some cucumber raita on the side, and a few spoonfuls of that tangy chickpea salad you always liked when you weren’t in the mood for something too heavy.

You stared at the plate like it had been conjured by sorcery.

He turned and headed for the couch like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just read your mind again. And behind you, the rest of the team was once more staring – some with mouths open, others quietly shaking their heads.

Sam muttered, “Alright, I’m starting to believe he’s just a very hot, brooding psychic.”

Natasha leaned toward Tony. “We should run a brain scan.”

Tony looked vaguely offended. “Trust me, I already tried. He’s just…annoying.”

You followed Bucky to the couch and sat beside him, setting your plate on the coffee table before sinking into the cushions.

“You keep doing that,” you said after a second, still looking at your dinner.

“Doing what?” he replied, tearing off a piece of naan without looking at you.

“Knowing what I want. Before I even know what I want.”

That made him glance over. His voice was quiet now, just between the two of you. “Is it weird?”

You thought about it. “It’s…not. I mean, it should be. But it’s not. It’s actually kinda–”

Your voice caught, the word sitting there, unsaid.

Comforting.

Bucky nodded like he already knew.

Then, like he wanted to shift the moment before it got too close to something you couldn’t take back, he leaned in a little with a smirk. “Don’t act too impressed. I just paid attention. And you’re kinda predictable.”

You nudged his arm with your elbow. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know.” He bumped his knee gently against yours. “Still right, though.”

The rest of dinner passed in a cozy haze – soft laughter, shared food, everyone gradually settling into their usual spots. But the way Bucky’s knee stayed resting against yours, neither of you moving – it felt like something new.

--

A while later, plates were cleaned, takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, and stomachs full enough that no one was in the mood to move much – perfect conditions for the sacred Avengers tradition: movie night.

“Alright,” Tony called out from where he was already draped dramatically over the recliner. “What are our options tonight?”

Okay, we got The Godfather, Jaws, Tangled, Mission Impossible, 21 Jump Street, and John Wick,” Sam read off the screen.

You stood, stretching. “I’ll be right back. Don’t vote without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve said, even though everyone absolutely would.

The second the bathroom door clicked shut, Tony sat up like a meerkat. “Alright. Let’s go. What’s your pick, Barnes?”

“John Wick,” Bucky said, without even looking up from where he was idly spinning the empty naan container on the table.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Nat whipped her head around. “You’re not choosing Tangled?”

“Nope.”

“She just said the other day that she wanted to watch it,” Nat reminded him, pointing dramatically. “Like, word for word, ‘I wanna rewatch Tangled soon.’ You’re telling me you’re going against that?”

Bucky just shrugged, totally unbothered. “I know what she wants tonight.”

Tony looked at Sam, eyes narrowed. “This is the beginning of the fall of House Barnes. The man’s gotten cocky.”

“I give him one more round,” Sam muttered, already pulling out his wallet. “Five bucks says she picks Tangled.”

“Ten says 21 Jump Street,” Clint called from the kitchen. “I say she’s in a comedy mood.”

“I’m going full chaos,” Nat added, grinning. “Twenty on Jaws.”

Steve, ever neutral, just raised his eyebrows. “You really think she wants an action movie right now?”

Bucky finally looked up. “She’s tired. Mentally wiped. Tangled is comfort, yeah, but she wants to zone out, not cry over animated lanterns.”

Tony blinked. “You’re playing 4D chess.”

“She’s playing checkers,” Bucky replied calmly. “I just know the board.”

The room was a barely contained mess of betting and bickering by the time you reappeared.

You sat back down, cozying up with the blanket you’d left on the couch. “We vote yet?”

“We were just about to,” Steve said, way too quickly.

They went around the room, collecting votes with forced casualness.

Then, all eyes turned to you.

You paused, lips pursed in thought. “Hmm…”

The silence was deafening.

You tapped your chin. “Not really in the mood for Disney right now, actually…”

Someone gasped.

“…Let’s do John Wick.”

The room erupted.

“WHAT?!”

“No way – NO WAY–”

“Check her room for bugs!”

“ARE YOU TWO SECRETLY DATING?!”

Tony was pacing, Sam collapsed dramatically onto the rug, and Nat looked like she was genuinely questioning reality.

Meanwhile, Bucky just leaned back, arms crossed, as calm as ever.

You blinked at the chaos. “Did I…do something?”

“Oh, you did something,” Sam groaned, flopping backward.

“You broke them,” Bucky muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice full of quiet amusement.

You looked over at him, fighting back a smile. “You knew I’d pick it.”

He met your gaze, the ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth. “Course I did.”

And somehow, in the middle of popcorn-throwing accusations and Tony trying to demand a federal investigation, your heart started beating just a little faster.

--

The next morning started like any other: coffee, early training, then hitting the showers.

You stretched your arms behind your head, grimacing. “I’m starving. I want eggs. Like, five eggs.”

“Go shower, Egg Queen,” Sam called. “We’ll save you a spot.”

You flipped him off over your shoulder, already headed toward your room.

Once you disappeared around the corner, the rest of the group started trickling toward the kitchen. Bucky walked in with Steve, Nat, and Sam, still towel-drying his hair, when the teasing immediately resumed.

“So,” Nat said, leaning against the counter with a smirk, “you gonna make her eggs now, Barnes? Scrambled? Sunny side up? Whole omelet situation?”

Bucky gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Would. But she’s not gonna want eggs anymore.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “She literally said the word ‘eggs’ like two minutes ago.”

“Yeah,” Sam added. “Plural. With intention.”

“She’s gonna change her mind,” Bucky said calmly, reaching for the pancake mix.

There was a beat of silence.

“…You’re kidding,” Clint said, appearing behind them and already suspicious.

“Nope.”

Nat crossed her arms. “Alright. What is she gonna want?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes,” Bucky said, pulling ingredients from the cabinet. “Light layer of peanut butter on top. Not spread thick. Just enough.”

“And syrup?” Steve asked, deadpan.

“Just a little. Thin drizzle over the top, not drowning.”

“Drink?” Sam challenged, narrowing his eyes.

“Chocolate milk.”

At that, no one said anything for a second. They just stared. Nat was already pulling out her phone.

“I’m documenting this. If you’re wrong, I’m sending the video to every group chat we have.”

“Do it,” Bucky said, already whisking batter like a man with zero fear of failure.

Ten minutes passed. Pancakes were golden, peanut butter spread lightly, and the chocolate milk was already poured in your favorite mug.

And then, you walked in, hair damp and pulled back, hoodie sleeves half covering your hands. You opened the fridge, still blinking from the heat of the shower.

“Hey,” Bucky said without turning around. “Want me to make your eggs?”

You stared into the fridge for a beat. “Mm…no, actually. I think I want pancakes.”

The room went dead silent.

You didn’t notice. “Do we have chocolate chips?”

Still silence.

“Oh, and chocolate milk,” you added, pulling the fridge door closed. “You know, that sounds really good actually.”

You turned.

The plate was already sitting on the counter.

Your chocolate milk was already in your mug.

You blinked. “Wait. Did you–”

“Yeah.” Bucky slid the plate toward you with a casual smile. “Figured you’d want pancakes.”

You looked down at it, then back up. “Okay, that’s…insane.”

“I’m used to you changing your mind,” he said with a little shrug. “I listen.”

And then, the room exploded.

“NOPE – NOPE, I’M OUT!” Sam stormed out of the kitchen.

Nat was filming again. “I hate how calm he is. Like he didn’t just perform witchcraft again.”

“I’m convinced,” Clint muttered. “They’re telepathically bonded.”

Steve just looked vaguely disturbed. “I don’t even know my own favorite pancake setup that well.”

You blinked at Bucky again, who was completely unfazed, like this wasn’t the millionth time in twenty-four hours he’d rearranged reality by knowing you a little too well.

You took a bite of the pancake, still warm and soft and perfect.

“…Okay,” you mumbled with your mouth full. “This is actually kinda amazing.”

He leaned against the counter, smug as ever. “Told you.”

--

The others slowly trickled out of the kitchen after breakfast, muttering in stunned tones, still trying to recover. Nat was rewatching her own footage like it was evidence in a conspiracy theory. Tony was threatening to install surveillance.

But eventually, it was just you and Bucky, the clink of your fork on the plate and the hum of the fridge the only sounds left behind.

You took another bite, slower this time. It was still warm.

You glanced at him, leaning back on the counter across from you, arms crossed, looking completely at ease – like this wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world, like he hadn’t just predicted your entire breakfast down to the drizzle of syrup.

“…How do you do that?” you asked, finally, voice soft in the quiet.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

You gave him a look, the corners of your mouth twitching. “Bucky.”

He smirked a little, then pushed off the counter and walked over to you, grabbing a clean mug and pouring himself some coffee. He didn’t answer right away.

“I just pay attention,” he said eventually, voice quieter now. “That’s all.”

You swallowed the last bite and leaned forward on your elbows. “Yeah, but…it’s more than that. You don’t just notice, like, big stuff. You know all these little things about me. Things most people don’t even think to remember.”

He looked over at you, gaze steady but warm. “Well, most people don’t really look at you the way I do.”

You blinked.

“Not in a creepy way,” he added quickly, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Just…I notice things.”

He sat across from you, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug. “You start craving chocolate when you're stressed. You say you want eggs, but if you’ve just showered, you usually go for something sweet instead. You hum when you’re thinking. And when you’re overwhelmed, you get really quiet – not annoyed, just kind of…floaty. Like your brain’s stuck buffering.”

Your breath caught a little, something fluttering deep in your chest.

“And you always drink chocolate milk when you feel safe,” he added, softer this time. “Not just when you’re hungry.”

You looked down at your mug. You hadn’t even realized that.

Silence fell between you again, but this time it felt heavier – comfortable, but with something unspoken stretched between you.

“…Why?” you asked, finally.

He looked up.

You met his eyes. “Why do you notice all that?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you for a moment, like he was deciding how honest to be.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper: “Because you make it easy to care.”

You didn’t say anything.

Couldn’t.

He took a breath, eyes flicking down to the table, then back up.

“I’ve had to watch my back for a long time. I notice things – it’s how I survive. But you…” He gave a quiet laugh, like it surprised even him. “You’re the first person who made me want to notice the good stuff. The small stuff. Just so I could take care of it.”

That flutter in your chest turned into a full-blown ache.

You stared at him, unsure what to say, heart pounding.

But before either of you could say another word, Sam’s voice yelled from the other room:

“Hey, Barnes! If you’re done being a walking love song, can you bring the remote?!”

Bucky groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Every time.”

You were still looking at him, a soft smile pulling at the corner of your lips. “You’re kind of a sap.”

He grinned at that, his eyes flicking to yours with a spark. “Only for you.”

And then he got up, grabbed the remote, and tossed a wink over his shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.

Leaving you alone in the kitchen.

With your perfect pancakes.

And a heart that wouldn’t stop racing.

--

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Bakugo has a weak spot on the right side of his neck.

He’s not sure if he always had that sensitive area, or if it was caused by all the scars he got as a teenager, because he sure as fuck was shocked at the moan that just whined out of his throat when you kissed his neck.

“Fuck—!”

He adjusted you further back off of his crotch, uncomfortably so you groaned in confusion.

“Sorry! Did I press on your dick too hard again?—“

“N-no!” He grumbles, “You just…”

You couldn’t quite read his face, it was mixed with annoyance and embarrassment. Like he was mad, but more at himself.

You give him a shy peck on the cheek to test the waters, seeing he didn’t push you away, your eyes were locked on finishing the hickey you wanted to give him.

Trying to finish the job his grip tightens and his palms warm up, you make an effort to ignore it seeing as he usually gets like that when you make him feel good, you keep going.

Bakugo tries HARD to suppress another noise, his throat nearly hurting from how badly he wanted to moan out your name, but regardless of doing so his body still betrays him and you begin to feel something hard press against your thigh.

“Shit…..sorry.” He apologized so softly you almost couldn’t hear it.

“What are you apologizing for?” You shrug aiming your lips back at his weak point. “I take it as a compliment, baby.”

He groans, not having anymore shame at this point he steadily presses your crotch against his and moves you to grind which lead to you moaning even louder against his skin. Your sneaky ass boyfriend TRIED to be slick and think since your moans are so loud you wouldn’t notice his whines of your name, but he isn’t as smart as he thought he was. You instinctively clenched tightly at his rasped voice. He was holding back and it drove you insane.

“Baby….” Pulling back from his neck, seeing his eye lidded, but his pupils dilated , “Are you sens—-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your lips curled at his response, knowing damn well you were right. He tried shutting you up with a kiss, not allowing you to dwell on it, however you being on top gave you an upper hand and you pushed him back slightly against the headboard.

“‘M not ganna make fun of you…” Fingers dancing against the silver dog tag you got him with your initials on it. “You sound…cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed as if you just offended him. “Fuck you im not cuuuuuuaaahh!”

Humming against his exposed neck you also squeezed his bare chest. He’d probably kill you if you played with his nipples,

You’ll wait for that.

The sensation of your slithery tongue alone was enough to have Bakugo close to cumming, he felt it to so he continued his ministrations of rubbing your clothes cunny against his dick.

“Shit—-“ He huffed, trying to catch his breath after holding it while cumming in his sweats. “You—-“

Your giggle turned into a gasp when you felt him pin you backwards on his fully bed, smirking at the view of his fluster face and necklace dangling over your face.

“Why’d you…” His free hand reached inside your panties and rubbed his middle and ring finger against your slimy clit, making you moan out a laugh, “Fucking do that huh?…huh?”

He traced his name on your pussy with his digits making you squirm and cry out his name, didn’t take long for his dick to harden again, making the wet spot on his pants unbareable to wear.

“You’re needy.”

“Says the one who—-“ He stops to plunge his fingers inside you, you tried arching away from him but he pushes you back down to feel all of him. “Is wet as shit. Fuck…”

Kinda is a win win that you found his weak spot, because he spent the rest of the evening finding yours.