#they were getting tongue action behind the scenes just because they wanted to?

[fritzllang]

..... okay hugh grant

[krkiiz]

take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader

you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.

luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , “what are we” , “i thought we’re already dating” , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames

note : can’t stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by niki’s song “take a chance with me” ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help 😭😭😭😭)

let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

“It’s getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?” The dark haired boy smiled at you.

Gods how you loved that smile of his.

It’s a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.

You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.

You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeus’ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.

During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.

You’re too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.

Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.

But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.

You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasn’t just one sided after all.

But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.

The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.

A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You don’t remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.

What was the nature this relationship?

You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. “This is it for you, princess.”

Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.

Friends don’t call each other nicknames.

Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. “What’s got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?”

Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.

Cute

You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?

What if Luke suddenly doesn’t want you anymore because of that question?

Were you too selfish by wanting more?

Was this not enough for you?

No it wasn’t. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.

What if he fears commitment and disappears?

“Oh no, it’s nothing Luke.” You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. “It’s late, I should probably get in.”

But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. “No, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I don’t want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.”

He squeezed your held hands. “Please, Yn. Is it something I’ve done?”

You were quick to deny him. “It’s not, Luke. I don’t even know it’s just. I don’t know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.”

The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. “It’s okay take your time, darling. I’m listening.”

You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. “It’s about us, Luke.”

Dark hues make contact with your own. “What about us?”

“What are we Luke? I don’t even know anymore.” You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. “Friends don’t hold hands while they walk, friends don’t kiss each other’s foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.”

You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. “What are we, Luke Castellan?” You asked once more.

There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.

Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.

You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?

“Luke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?”

He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. “Ehem, wait sorry. You’re serious? Is this what you’ve been worrying about?”

“Well yeah. What’s so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?”

“No no! Yn, wait.” He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. “Haven’t we been dating for like two months now?”

What? Confusion warps your face.

“Yn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?” He tried to recall your memory.

Then it snapped.

“Oh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.” Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.

“Okay maybe I was too vague with my words so let’s redo it right now yeah?” You tilted your head at him.

The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. “Yn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?”

You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. “Hm will I?” You teased him lightly.

“Please?”

“I guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.”

You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.

You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. “Is this why you’ve never kissed me before?” you hear him whisper.

“Well I am doing it right now.” You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.

He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. “I don’t know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.”

You softly giggled. “I like you just as much, my prince.”

©️ sirena | krkiiz 2023

[holllandtrash]

the latest mclaren vid revealing lando snores feels like import 6n1 lore lol

you have singlehanded me gotten me to return to 6 to 1, well you and that video

1.7k | 6 to 1 blurb

"Who's most likely to lock themselves out of their home?"

You saw the hesitation as Lando nearly lifted Oscar's name up, only to catch your eye from where you stood behind the camera. A simple raise of the eyebrow from you and Lando raised his own name instead, matching Oscar's answer that declared Lando the one who would be the one locked out.

"Has it happened before?" Oscar asked, also catching your smirk. He knew you'd have a good story, but you weren't the one in front of the camera. And the only reason you were allowed to accompany Lando to this shoot was because you agreed you'd stay quiet.

Lando shrugged, the king of understating, "Like once, but it wasn't my fault."

Oscar looked towards you for confirmation and you shook your head, mouthing the words 'three times'.

Lando sat up straighter and pointed a finger at you, "You're not allowed to talk. That was the condition!" He turned to look at the members of the content team, "She's not allowed to talk."

"She didn't say anything," Oscar pointed out, chuckling to himself as he turned to the next question. "Who's most likely to get a pet?"

"100% you," Lando raised up Oscar's name, only to then raise his own a second later. "But who wants a pet? Me."

"So get a pet," His teammate had such a simple solution, but when he saw the way Lando looked at you once more, he nodded. "You're not allowed a pet are you?"

Lando sighed, the most dramatic sigh he could muster up because he knew it would make for good content, and maybe part of him was curious to see if you would actually say something.

"Unfortunately I don't wear the pants at home," Lando muttered, eyes widening for a second when boyfriend mode kicked in and he realized what he said could lead to you being attacked on twitter. "No I'm only kidding, it's not fair to get a pet right now. I travel so much, so does my girlfriend. Can't fit it in our schedules."

Lando's go-to when referring to you was always 'my girlfriend'. Despite it being no secret you were dating, he rarely called you by your name in the media. He didn't do it for the sake of his fans, he did it because he knew how much it irritated Charles, even to this day, that you were dating. Charles was as supportive as he could be. He trusted Lando sure but something about hearing another driver call his sister their girlfriend annoyed him till no end.

Oscar read the next question, "Who's most likely to snore?" Instantly, Lando's name shot up in his hand.

Lando didn't look at either you, heat creeping up to his cheeks as he tried to play it off like Oscar was lying by raising the other name, "I don't snore, mate."

"C'est des foutaises," you muttered under your breath. That's bullshit.

Oscar's head snapped towards you, as did Lando's, but their expressions were the opposite. Oscar was beaming, recognizing a bit of French slang here and there and foutaises being one of them. Lando's face dropped to a scowl.

"There seems to be some disagreement coming from the audience," Oscar pointed out. "Lando are you lying? Do you snore?"

"I don't-" he glared at you and then looked at Oscar, "I don't snore. I just breathe loudly."

You just couldn't bite your tongue at that response, "You snore, Lando. I had to buy earplugs. Don't lie to the viewers."

Oscar doubled over laughing, enjoying the call out. He believed you, of course he did. You were the only one who spent nights with Lando. You were the only person to believe. Lando didn't know what the hell went on when he was dead asleep.

Lando used the name cards to point at you, "You're actually not allowed to talk. One more word out of you and you will be escorted out."

It was an empty threat. The cheeky little smirk on his face told you that he loved having you here. It was rare you joined him for the behind the scenes action, mostly sticking to making appearances in the garage.

Part of you knew that Lando only asked you to come because you said you were going to go hang out with Carlos in the Ferrari garage and while Lando trusted you and his best mate, he still didn't like sharing you if he didn't have to.

"Who's most likely to forget their best friends birthday?" Oscar asked, only to verbally remind everyone of the incident that undoubetly came to both yours and Lando's head. "Didn't you forget Y/N's birthday?"

"She's my girlfriend not my best friend."

Your jaw dropped at his answer. As did Oscar's. As did about everyone's in the room who was watching this video shoot. Lando's face turned beet red when he realized how big of a fuck up that reponse was.

He shifted in his chair, "No- wait I didn't mean that. She's my best friend.” He looked at you, leaning forward slightly and hand out in assurance, "You're my best friend. I love you I just mean like, Max is my best friend in that sense and I haven't forgotten his birthday."

"No but you did forget my birthday," you exclaimed, finding this situation humorous. Watching Lando dig his own grave was always entertaining.

"Not on your birthday, you're making it sound worse than it is."

"No it sounds pretty bad," Oscar chimed in. "You just said she wasn't your best friend and you're admitting to forgetting her birthday."

"I just got it mixed up!" Lando raised his voice, the pitch of his laughter was higher than normal as he tried to talk himself out of this mess he created. "Someone on the stream asked when her birthday was and I said January 18th when I meant to say January 8th. Honest mistake, could happen to anyone."

Lando shook his head, scared to make eye contact with you at this given moment as he moved onto the next question, "Who's most likely to laugh in a serious-" his own nervous laughter cut off the end of that perfectly timed question. "In a serious situation? Me, definitely me."

Oscar was having a field day next to him, unable to stop laughing as well. He could barely get out his own question, "Who- who's most likely to survive the longest in a horror movie?"

"I feel like I'm currently in one," Lando whispered, his gaze darting to you for a second. He mouthed the words 'i love you' and you rolled your eyes in response. It was playful, you weren't actually mad at him. Lando, sometimes, just didn't think before he spoke.

"i think she's going to kill you as soon as this is over so I'm going to go with me," Oscar said, raising his own name up as Lando reluctantly did the same.

"Who's most likely to cry while watching a sad movie?" Lando asked the next one and put Oscar's name up without hesitation, "I hardly ever cry. You can't say my name on this one."

Oscar raised his own card, looking at your for confirmation and you nodded, having found that out about Lando really early on into your relationship. He wore his heart on his sleeve, but rarely did he shed a tear. The same couldn't be said about you. A cold exterior compared to your boyfriends but Lando could list twenty movies off the top of his head that would have you crying by the halfway point.

"Who's most likely to be on a reality show?" Oscar asked, only to switch to Lando's name being held up. He raised it so fast that Lando was taken aback by his certainty.

"Me?" Lando asked. "Why's that?"

Oscar nodded his head towards you, "The two of you would be greatest reality show. You'll probably have your own episode of DTS next season, let's be real."

"Chaos follows us," Lando agreed with a shrug, sending a smile in your direction. "We are fun though."

"You know what would be fun to watch? Family dinners at the Leclerc household. Do they all speak French around you just to mess with you? I could see Charles doing that."

"He does," You and Lando answered at the same time and Oscar was once again in a fit of laughter.

There were only a few more questions that followed and you managed to stay quiet for the rest of them. When Lando finished up, he approached you with caution, a timid smile spread across his cheeks as he slowly reached for your hand while at a safe distance.

"You still love me?" He asked, hoped.

You glanced down at your connected fingers, unable to keep from rolling your eyes again as you started to head for the door, dragging Lando with you.

"Hey, hey," Lando pulled you back, right into his chest as his other arm went around your stomach. "You're my best friend. And I know your birthday. I promise. I'll get it tattooed on me, even, if you want."

"I don't care, Lando," you assured him, your voice was soft and comforting, letting him know that you really weren't all that annoyed with him. Just back to your playful ways.

You turned in his arms, taking in the boyish features and that god awful stubble that at this point you knew wasn't a battle you couldn't win.

But there was something you had on him.

"Il faut que j'aille trouver Charles," You said. I have to go find Charles.

The confusion on his face was priceless, "W-what?"

"Je te retrouverai plus tard, oui?" I'll catch up with you later, yeah?

"One more time?" Lando raised his eyebrow.

Instead of answering, you stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss as you slid out of his grasp. You were still smiling as you turned around but before you could leave the media room, you heard Oscar's laughter coming from the side and you could have sworn he muttered the words 'reality show' one more time.

just short and sweet bc i did love that most likely to video

[amourtoken]

as promised, here's a lil expansion on the body mod shop idea that's now a series lol

Piercer Noah x apprentice reader <3

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: same as nick there's a lil age gap between you guys (legal, don't be fucking gross), oral fixation, needles (he's a piercer ok), praise, soft dom Noah, glove kink if u squint, raw sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), much less toxic than the tattoo fic but still could technically be a toxic relationship due to the nature, nipple play, size kink if u squint harder, subspace moments

♡ to keep things relatively simple js gonna bounce off the same idea from the nicholas post. You're the shop owners daughter in this case. Noah had absolutely no problem apprenticing you, in fact he was honored because he was relatively new to the scene compared to other people at the shop and felt pretty proud that he was viewed as someone talented enough to learn from.

♡ he tries to not be an asshole, but can be kinda short if he's rlly busy and needs you multitasking. He always apologizes afterwards though if he's had an attitude with you cause he's a fucking sweetheart I need him so baD

♡ literally so fucking easy to be around, he thanks you profusely whenever you finish a task he's assigned you to and a lot of times when you're both not too busy you'll just sit and talk or joke abt things and his smile lights a bonfire in your stomach cause it's so fucking perfect.

♡ the longer you spent with him the more tense things became very quickly. It started off pretty small though. If you were standing in his way he'd gently set his hands on your hips from behind when he passed you for a moment, he started calling you little nicknames like honey, sweetheart, angel, ect. Eye contact lingered a little longer than it should've. Oh god.

♡ everything kinda came to a peak during one of your actual training days.

♡ Noah had planned on teaching you some new techniques and general anatomy things, kicking it off with watching him do a few surface piercings on clients but later in the day you got to watch him do a tongue piercing and afterwards got onto the topic of how you could never get one cause of how painful it looked. Ofc Noah went into his typical "It's not that bad, you can handle it!" Spiel.

"I'll do one free right now if you want. Just to show you it's not bad."

"C'mon, I had one for a while! It's quick."

"I promise I'll take care of you, won't hurt too bad."

♡ he was giving you the biggest puppy eyes and you couldn't say no. You weren't usually the one to be in the chair but now that you were, the nerves were getting to you. Noah was nearly bouncing around setting everything up, you were happy he was excited but the idea of a giant needle jamming through your tongue wasn't necessarily pleasant. Biting it hurts so fucking bad how does this not hurt? Was he just lying to make you feel better?

♡ once everything was set up Noah turned back to you, handing you a tiny mouthwash cup.

"Swish this. Can't clean your tongue like you do for surface piercings so this is the go to."

♡ he was basically staring at you the whole time, only breaking contact to grab some gloves. This wasn't helpful, your stomach was already in your throat so butterflies filling the expanse of your chest was a little worse than usual. Just before everything actually started, it caught on to him that you were genuinely nervous. He sat a gloved hand on your thigh to try and ease your nerves but you swore you'd pass out at the action. His hand took up most of your thigh, he was too close, your heart was already racing and him being in your space was only making it worse.

♡ you were staring up into his pretty brown eyes like a scared puppy and he could feel you nearly trembling under his hand. Were you really that nervous for a piercing? It can't be just that. You looked so pretty from this angle though...he could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body too.

♡ the hand on your thigh gave a gentle squeeze and it drew an involuntary whine from your throat. He had you fuckin hooked now, it made sense.

"Relax, I promise I'll take care of you. You trust me?"

"You trust me, sweetheart?"

♡ his free hand cupped your jaw, running his thumb across your bottom lip as he stared down at you with a half lidded expression. His presence made your brain feel fuzzy and not like any other time, this time he was drowning every sense you had and you felt like you were under an actual spell. You'd do anything for him, you trusted him. This fuzzy head space also threw out all of your typical hesitation, ready to comply to any instruction from him.

♡ the thumb on your lips turned to two of his long gloved fingers pressing down on your tongue and getting fucked down your throat. The hand on your thigh had moved up to tangle in your hair, keeping your head tilted back to give him a good view of how your pretty lips looked wrapped around his fingers and how messy you made them. He huffed a laugh when he pushed his fingers a little too far, gagging you on them before pulling them out entirely.

"If you can't handle my fingers how do you expect to handle my cock, hm?"

"so messy...look so pretty like this..."

"should've told me how you felt earlier, I could've been making you feel this good weeks ago."

"I'll let you have something else in your mouth if you say please, baby"

♡ funny how you were supposed to be getting pierced but completely skipped it to find out your mentor can send you directly into subspace with damn near no effort. Wonderful.

♡ this wasn't the only instance of you two getting into it while you're supposed to be training though. A week or so after the first time you were in his chair again, this time he came up with the excuse to talk about ripple piercing anatomy but again it ended completely different. Your head was leaned back against the uncomfortable piercing chair while he stood over you, fingers teasing and flicking at your overly sensitive nipples.

"So whiny, maybe you need my fingers down your throat again to keep you quiet."

♡ he leaned down to fucking cover your chest in love bites and hickeys, laving his tongue over your nipples when he had a chance. He loved seeing his mark on you.

♡ he really couldn't help himself you just looked so pretty and pliant for him :((( he ended up fucking you in his chair, lifting your legs over his shoulders and using your size difference to his advantage to basically fold you in half under him. He was so fucking big you couldn't help the little tears that pricked at the corners of your vision from the stretch of him.

"Awe, pretty baby...can't handle it? I'll go slow at first, promise."

"So tight for me- feels so fuckin' good"

"Pretty lil' pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it? You're all mine."

♡ Noah held a large hand over your mouth tightly while he fucked into you, trying his best to keep you quiet. He'd hate for the two of you to be found out and this whole arrangement be ruined. You yelped against his hand when he slammed into you balls deep and ground his hips against yours as he came. He stood back to watch himself drip out of you afterwards and used two fingers to fuck his cum back into you.

"Don't wanna waste any- unless you wanna suck it off my fingers."

♡ this turned into a pretty regular occurrence. You were spending 99% of your time with him, even when you weren't training you'd come in just to spend time with him or bring him snacks/energy drinks to help him during his shift. He'd spend his breaks with you in his lap, his big hands on your hips while you littered kisses across his neck and ground your hips into his. You started wearing skirts more often for easy access since you two couldn't go a day without at least a quickie between clients.

Ill write more I'm just exhausted rn and so uncreative lol I slept none yesterday but I still need this man CARNALLY.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hello, thank you for writing the imagine, I loved it so much, I came to torment you again and ask if you could write another one? *3* Hannigram x reader, some hilarious situation where they get jealous but the reader doesn't notice lol which ends up resulting in a smut hihi

Hey again!! ❤️ not a torment at all, thanks for requesting once more!! Im soooo excited for this i havent written much jealousy for them!!!!

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After the final guest of Hannibal’s dinner party had finally left, you felt like you could breathe once again. It had been a long night of both entertaining and running around to make sure things went smoothly.

Your heels came off first, and you groaned with relief. You had been so wrapped up with everything that you hadn’t noticed Will or Hannibal brooding for the last hour.

What caused their ill humor was a burning jealousy, but not one you had consciously caused. Instead, Dr. Chilton was to blame.

My, you two, I did not think you would show off your conquest so… brazenly. But I cannot say I blame you. That sort of beauty is best admired up close, don’t you think?

And lo and behold, they had seen him introducing himself to you later on. They couldn’t hear your conversation, but they still noticed his efforts to make you laugh. Still, they didn’t want to cause a scene.

On your end of things, Frederick had been charming but respectful, just another one of Hannibal and Will’s acquaintances that you didn’t think much of. You were unaware of just how much he liked getting a rise out of your partners, simply because it amused him.

You found them in the kitchen, Hannibal putting away wine glasses while Will leaned against the counter nursing glass of scotch. You approached him with a tired but content smile, intent on undoing his tie for him.

He observed you quietly for a moment, a muscle in his jaw still twitching with leftover tension.

“Long night, I know,” you said, misreading his expression. “My social battery’s completely drained, too.”

“Some people were enjoying themselves perhaps too much,” Hannibal said. “You stirred much interest.”

“Me?” You said, confused. “Well, I was trying to be a good hostess.”

“A very beautiful one, at that,” Will added.

You blushed a little, grinning. “I did get some compliments here and there.”

He made a hmph sound and in the next moment, he drew you in for a kiss. You chuckled softly, now understanding the possessiveness of his action.

Hannibal set down the glasses and approached as well. Without breaking the kiss with Will, you reached back for him.

But instead of letting you bring him closer, he kneeled behind you.

“What’s gotten into you!?” You gasped as Hannibal yanked down your panties, hiking up your dress.

“I have to have you,” he rasped. “I need your taste.”

He was usually the less frantic of the two, but it seemed his composure had been thrown out the window. To see him like that ignited something deep in your core.

Will grasped your chin and brought your lips back to his. You moaned into his mouth at the first swipe of Hannibal’s tongue.

Jealousy always led to their passionate reclaiming of you, and you were already aware that you had a long, long night ahead of you. Perhaps you would have to find ways to make it happen more often.

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[yellowbunnydreams]

Do you need some Vitamin D? (Incubus! William x Oblivious! F! Reader) [Part 1]

~Hi lovelies, I'm aware I have been a shitty author and disappeared for a long time, but I have been trying to get caught up with real life and honestly kinda hyper-fixated on minecraft for a week but I'm determined to write! I want to give you all the lovely things so here is an extremely belated Valentines Day fic about monstrous William Afton~

~Happy Valentines, Galentines, Pal-entines and fork-tines to you all! Today we're doing something a little bit silly and something very sweet in honour of the romantic day....A silly fic of monster William x oblivious reader, because let's face it, we all have at least one moment where flirting has gone straight over our heads and we missed the boat.~

@ruh--roh-raggy

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluff, age gap (Reader 20's - William Afton 40's(?)), teratophilia, meet-cute, punny pick-up lines, scenes of working out, minor porn-logic, ditzy! reader, could be classed as bimbo! reader?, size-difference, flirting, monster-lover, sexual innuendos, Monster! AU

William Afton ran his tongue over his teeth as he lost himself in thought once again. His silvery eyes watching you behind gold-framed aviators as you chatted with your co-workers, the blaring and beeping arcade lights casting colours against your skin in a way that made the older man suck a breath in through his teeth and click his tongue disapprovingly at himself. William had excellent control over himself both professionally and personally, there were plenty of times where his nature wanted to take hold of the reigns and control his actions but he rarely let them.

You were his little indulgence.

As the type of creature he was, it was hard to control obsessions and indulgences. Where did the lines cross? It had been years since he last let himself slip over the line and it had resulted in some unwanted agreements and commitments, a fact he was constantly reminded of whenever he received a letter from his thankfully former wife demanding reconciliation. She never knew the real him though, and William couldn't ever remember a person beside his best friend and his best friend's wife that had ever seen the real him. Just as he had seen the real them.

But as you turned and glanced at the older man leaning in the doorway into the 'employees only' corridor and gave him a little bright smile like always, he couldn't help his usually stern expression quirking at the corner of his mouth to return the smile slightly. You had that affect on the taller man, even if you were unaware of it or his perhaps less than selfless intentions behind it all.

You'd been working at Freddy Fazbear's pizza for just over two months, and in that time you'd made plenty of friends amongst the various members of staff. The cooks knew your break order and always happened to have an 'accidental' order of your favourite cheesy garlic sticks when you'd had a tough shift, people knew that they could rely on you to cover shifts when sick or that you actually knew where the first aid box was.

In general, people liked you, even if you were keenly aware of your one persistent flaw. You were...naïve, at times, and sometimes jokes and stories flew over your head whilst talking with other staff members. And sure, sometimes you'd had your female co-workers come up to you after some guy had talked to you and walked away looking dejected, only to be told they were flirting with you. But you weren't looking to change those things about yourself necessarily, and nobody ever said it was a bad thing that perhaps somebody who was interested in you would have to try a little harder to grab your attention.

"Afton's staring at you again." Your co-worker tutted, crossing her arms and making you look over towards him despite her hissed protests. Spotting the taller man with greying temples and those thin gold aviators that gave him a much more sophisticated look despite his yellow pin-stripe shirt that was a little baggy on his seemingly broad body. Giving him a friendly smile as he was indeed looking your way, seeing his usual frown twitch slightly as he nodded at you and shoved off from the wall, beginning to wander back into the halls of the pizzeria. "He's such a creep."

"He's not! Mr. Afton's lovely, maybe he's just shy?" You suggested, making the woman in front of you raise her eyebrow sceptically.

"Maybe if he was in high-school, he's a grown ass man, he should say something to you if he wants to say it!"

"Well, he and Mr. Emily do like to stand around and make sure everything is running smoothly. He's probably staring cause we're standing around." Shrugging your shoulders as your colleague shook her head and threw up her hands with an exasperated sigh.

"He's been staring at you for like....a month now? Anybody would think you were being sized up to be eaten or something. Or maybe he wants to fuck you." Wriggling her eyebrows suggestively, you smacked her arm and felt your cheeks heating up as you shook your head.

"Don't be silly! Or rude! Mr. Afton wouldn't think like that towards any of us, we're part of the Fazbear family!"

The young woman looked over at a couple of their co-workers sneaking kisses in the pass, with copious amounts of tongue like teenagers who had just discovered the concept of french-kiss and were delighted with the prospect. Shaking her own head as you wandered off to continue working, not wanting to disappoint your bosses.

"Yeah, perhaps a little more 'incestuous' than you realise though." Muttering under her breath as she trailed behind you, helping with the cleaning chores you both had to complete before the next dinner rush.

Meanwhile, William made his way into the offices at the back and made the man already inside jump slightly at his sudden entrance. His dark, short curls greying slightly and wearing an obnoxiously yellow shirt and brown slacks that made William's stomach turn slightly at how bright his friend was. Henry smiled at him from his desk and turned back to looking at the papers on his desk, allowing William to squeeze past and slip into his desk in the back.

The wooden top was cluttered with sheets of paper in neat stacks and animatronic parts in various spread states of disarray. Afton despised paperwork being out of place, but something that he deemed creative like his animatronics were fine to be in various messy states, art to him was supposed to be chaotic and messy. But his thoughts were distracted by that little smile you'd given him, running his thumb over his index nail repeatedly as he stared at his desk.

Henry noticed his silence and turned around in the swivel chair, facing his friend with a curiously raised eyebrow before scooting closer and forcing William to look up at the sound. Frown on his face as Henry broke out into a grin.

"You went out to look at that employee again didn't you?" Henry teased, making the taller man groan and rub his face under his glasses, jostling them from the comfortable position they had been in and forcing him to adjust them before he glared at Henry.

"None of your fuckin' business."

"Oh you did! And it our business! Do you think you might...pursue?" He asked, leaning on the edge of William's desk, making the other man sigh and shrug his broad shoulders as he averted his eyes back onto the projects on his desk.

"Been a while since I...Think I'm just an old bastard at this point." A slight smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Henry rolling his eyes, a huffing, snorting sound that William recognised as a more annoyed sound.

"Where did all your bravado go? Are you sure your previous wasn't a succubus or something? Sucked all the life out of you."

"Wouldn't that be fucking ironic. Must've been a vampire, drained me dry and not in the nice way either." Henry pulled a face and leaned over to smack William on the shoulder, the firm clap reminding William how strong Henry was despite his more slender frame and growing stomach from his wife's cooking.

Both men sat there for a moment before Henry sighed, running his fingers through his curls and shaking his head to dislodge the soft round ears from ontop of his head. Feeling his face getting slightly more full as his teeth pulled at his gums uncomfortably, blinking up at William who simply blinked back.

"Nearly new moon huh?"

"Yeah, it fucking sucks that I can't really leave the office or the house in case, but that's what I have my best friend and my wife for, huh?"

"Don't let your wife figure out they're separate titles." William chuckled, watching as Henry stretched his jaw and pawed at his face as he tried to encourage his more ursine features back into place.

"No way, I value my life and she will absolutely hand me my ass in silver bullets." Henry laughed and shook his head, looking back onto his own desk and spotting the poster for an upcoming event that made his face light up in an even brighter smile as he turned back to William. "You know what you should do?"

"What?"

"Ask her to the staff Valentine's staff-do!"

"Absolutely fucking not!"

"Come on, why?" He whined and William huffed, curling his lip up to reveal teeth a little too sharp to be human before he cleared his throat and cracked his neck, giving Henry a much more normal smile afterwards.

"It's so stupid, and plus, I need to refresh my skills, that takes time you know."

"Just go with what you've got! In fact, start today! Go out there and get flirting! If you don't have a date to that staff-do, I swear to god William, I'll bite you."

"Can't pass on the ursanthropy to me, Henry. But the thought of you biting me in any form is unpleasant." William sighed and stood up from his desk, watching Henry scooting back to his desk and rolling his eyes as he sighed.

Afton hated things like Valentine's Day, thought about all the overpriced flowers and chocolates that were out and about and the tacky foil decorations that would be used once and then ripped down within a day and never mentioned again. But Henry, annoyingly, was right about the fact that it was an opportune time to ask you out and flex his fingers with the charm a little.

It didn't take him long to find you, carrying piles of flat pizza boxes to make-up for takeout and humming slightly as you headed down the winding corridor, peeking over the top of the stack to see where you were going before a pair of hands reached out and took some of the boxes on the top.

"Let me get some of that for you, sweetheart." He chuckled, easily holding the boxes in his large hands and making you smile appreciatively, adjusting your grip on your own stack and feeling better that you could see where you were going and wouldn't run into anybody.

"Thanks Mr.Afton! I hope this isn't too much trouble." Watching as William shrugged and chewed over his lip, glancing over you briefly.

"It's no trouble, hey! Do you like raisins?" He asked suddenly, making you pause as you mulled over the question.

"I mean...I'm not keen?"

"Then how about a date?" William grinned from ear to ear, watching your expression gleefully as you blinked up at him.

"I mean..I might like them? Haven't tried raisins in years, I might have to try them again. Thanks for helping Mr. Afton!" You smiled, wandering through the corridor and towards the front of the restaurant once again, not aware of the flabbergasted look on her boss' face as he stared after you.

You weren't sure what had changed the next day when you came in for your shift, early as always and humming to yourself when you cleaned up. Henry Emily and William Afton came in through the front door, silence between them as you noticed that Henry had a pair of dark sunglasses on despite the early morning light and William had on a tight black t-shirt and jeans, looking more like a biker with a bit of a dad-bod going on. Blinking in surprise as neither of them were really dressed in the professional attire you were used to them being in.

"Good morning Mr. Emily, Mr. Afton!" You called out, causing both men to stop and turn their attention towards you. Afton looking at you with that stern expression he always had whilst Henry attempted a smile, although it fell quickly and settled back into a slightly pained look, causing your brow to furrow with concern.

"Ah, morning," your name was added quietly onto the end, Henry reaching up and rubbing his hand over his face. Secretly checking himself for any subtle transformations, William glancing at him from the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to you. "How goes set-up?"

"Well Mr. Emily, although...are you okay? You look a little sick and tired today. Maybe you should be at home?" Voice laden with concern and head tilted slightly as you watched Henry, managing to miss William's slight smile at your concern for his friend. Henry shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders lightly.

"Ah, yeah just not been sleeping well. Not sweet enough dreams perhaps." Trying to put some humour back into his voice as William lit up and decided to try out another technique on you, feeling his face settling into a confident smirk once more as he looked you over. Somehow you made even the uniform look cute.

"Not like you, hey sweetheart? You're sweet and a dream." You turned to look at him as the much taller man spoke, the same blank expression on your face for a moment before you laughed and shook your head shyly, averting your gaze from his silvery eyes. Wondering if you had ever been so close to him, other than when he picked up the pizza boxes for you.

"You're too nice Mr. Afton, I really just try to be myself." Shaking your head and not noticing as Henry scowled at William from the side, shaking his own head and rolling his eyes behind the sunglasses. "Well, I better get back to work, please take care of yourself today Mr. Emily, and please look after him Mr. Afton." Giving each of the older men a smile before turning back to your duties and allowing them to move on. Still curious as to why they were dressed less formally.

Henry all but grabbed William and dragged the taller man into the back areas and to their cramped little office. Both men staring down as Henry took off his sunglasses and revealed his more yellowish green eyes, the pupils blown out as he struggled to keep himself full in check as the new moon was only a day away. Holding onto his friend's thick arms for a moment before crossing his against his chest, foot tapping impatiently as he had to look slightly up to see William's face.

"What the actual fuck was that?"

"What was what, Henry?" William asked coyly, smirking as the werebear before him huffed and growled in annoyance. Narrowing his eyes as Henry gestured back out towards the main floor where you were.

"THAT! Was that you flirting?"

"Yeah? Girls love that shit, just cause you get that whole 'mate' thing doesn't mean everybody does buddy." William rolled his eyes and crossed his own thicker arms across his broad chest, staring down at the smaller man as he shook his head. Henry running his fingers through his dark curls for a moment as an exasperated sigh escaped him.

"When did girls like that, the eighteen-hundreds?"

"Watch it, and it was the eighties as you well know."

"Either way, you're an old bastard."

"Shut the fuck up, Emily." William growled, his own teeth changing slightly as his lip curled and revealed sharper canines than before. His own monstrous nature leaking through his carefully held together image before Henry blinked and he was back to normal.

Both men headed off into the offices, Henry still shaking his head and glancing at William with a sense of disbelief. His friend was loosing his touch and honestly, he wasn't sure what he could do to rectify the situation without being blunt and to the point which would entirely ruin William's whole thing.

"You're possibly the world's worst incubus, William Afton." Henry muttered under his breath, making William snort and smirk in return as the office door opened and he allowed his features to shift slightly. Sharp teeth, flatter more squashed nose and nails sharper as greyish brown fur started to creep down the back of his neck and onto his forehead, mixing into where his salt and pepper hair normally was neatly swiped back.

"Says you, I'm just getting started." His features turning back to normal as he shook his head. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as the monster once against became the man.

Your phone buzzed on the bedspread as you sat eating cereal in bed and watching some true-crime programme that had come on when you turned on the TV. Almost missing the soft sound before you reached for it and tapped the screen with your thumb to light it up, pausing as you saw it was a text notification and heart pounding slightly as you saw the name attached to it.

William Afton.

Tapping it open, you wondered if perhaps he was asking you to cover the shift the next day, since you had a couple of days off. Although it was usually Henry who reached out and he never texted, always phoned since it was 'more professional'. He had looked sick earlier, so it wasn't out of the realms of possibility that he was handing over the responsibility to William to try and limit how much stuff Henry himself had to do. You paused as the text loaded after a moment and your eyes instantly landed on a photo of William.

It took you a moment to register. But it looked like it had been taken from around waist height and pointed up his body, his greying hair slicked back and wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower, those gold wire aviators catching the light but still able to see his grey eyes and his greying beard. His broad chest was covered in a tight purple shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the first three buttons undone and letting you see a touch of his dark chest hair that you somehow never realised you knew would be there.

Confused, you looked at the text that came afterwards, your eyes straying back up to the picture occasionally as you tried to figure out what on earth was going on.

'What do you think to the new shirt?' Still confused, you balanced the bowl of cereal on your lap before texting back, thinking on what to reply as you scanned the picture one more time before your fingers moved across the keyboard.

'It's a nice colour on you Mr. Afton. Did you mean to send this to me though?' Turning back to eating cereal and watching the TV for only a moment before your phone buzzed again and you looked at his name popping up on the screen once more, tapping on it to read as you chewed over your next mouthful.

'Shit, really sorry, this was meant for Henry. Thanks for your feedback though.' You tried for a moment to think how your name might end up next to Henry Emily's in his contacts but didn't think too hard about it, popping another spoonful into your mouth before texting back, wanting to reassure the older man that it was a simple mistake.

'It's no problem, I'm not doing anything at the moment anyway. Was just surprised that you texted me.'

A few minutes passed before your phone vibrated again, and you were welcome to the distraction since the programme had become kind of boring and predictable, it was clear who was the murderer and anything was better than the cliche music and dramatic cuts on the screen.

'Not doing anything? A young lady like you should be out and about! I'm curious as to what type of nothing you're up to now though.' The text made you laugh and shake your head, chuckling as you texted back quickly. You weren't sure what it was about the text exchange with William Afton, but it was enjoyable and you couldn't help the involuntary scroll up in the chain of texts to look at the photo again whilst you waited for his reply after your own.

'Sat in bed, eating cereal and watching TV. Really nothing exciting Mr. Afton. I can imagine your evening is more exciting than mine.'

'Well that rather depends on your definition of exciting. What would you be up to if you didn't have the cereal?' A strange question, but you shrugged and replied in the only way that came to mind. Totally unaware that William Afton was across town and laid in his own bed as soon as you mentioned being in yours, a small smirk on his face with one hand tucked up behind his head as he thought it was genius to potentially lure you into a salacious conversation.

'Get up and get cereal :p'

Your reply left his blinking at his screen and he turned his head to look at the floor length mirror across the room, seeing his more monstrous face staring back at him. Soft bunny ears folded back across his head and covered in a fine layer of salt and pepper fur. His large figure spread out across the bed, his clawed fingers running over his head and flatter face, nose twitching as his eyes eyes stared back behind his glasses. The bedding up to his waist hiding most of his transformations, tucking his knees up and curling up his lip to reveal his sharp teeth as his foot stamped in annoyance against the mattress. Feeling the small vestigial wings against his broad back flutter once and curl slightly around his arms in a motion of self comfort. The lagomorphic incubus was beginning to doubt his own abilities and he didn't like that.

What was it about you that resisted him so easily? He wasn't entirely sure, but he thought it might have something to do with the fact you had always seemed to have a few things...go over your head, to put it politely. Chewing on his lip as he looked at himself once again in the mirror before he closed his eyes and tapped his head back against the headboard, frustrated that it wasn't going exactly to plan.

Unaware of your boss' frustration, you gave up waiting for him to say something back, glancing at the clock and wondering if perhaps he had simply fallen asleep. But you had a small smile that he had talked to you for so long, and wondered if he had enjoyed the conversation too. Putting the dirty bowl on your nightstand to be cleaned up in the morning and sighing as you settled back into bed.

Scrolling back up, you couldn't help one last look at the picture he had sent, cheeks flushing with heat as you shook your head, tossing the device to one side as you rubbed your face. Wondering what on earth had gotten into you that you kept going back to look at your boss and admire the little features of his face.

[livsbrutalitys-blog]

Homecoming ✔️

a/n: This is my first time writing so please be kind and keep that in mind 🙏🏻. If you have any tips or helpful advice PLEASE let me know i am open to any kind of advice or help. Enjoy!!

warnings: none except some suggestive language

➰-smut ✔️- fluff ➿- angst

It had been a few days since Rhea had left for Raw. You wished you could’ve been there but you were injured and she had to go by herself. You and Rhea were an inseparable duo… behind the scenes. To the fans you couldn’t have wanted to be farther away from each other as you two were enemies and if you had been in the audience you would have no idea that you guys couldn’t stand not being with in arms length of each other.

She called you around 10:30 that night just as the show was about to go off in about 30 minutes. You answered

*facetime*

R: Hey baby! How’s everything going?

Y: It’s going good just watching my girl on tv. *you flip the camera towards the tv screen and then flip it back to face you* lookin’ good babe!

R: *she lets out a brief chuckle* I’d look even better with you out there with me.

Y: Oh really! Yelling at me on live tv!? *you said with a smile and a small laugh*

R: Oh cmon baby you know I don’t mean any of it, hell I don’t even write it! *she said with a smile as well knowing you were joking*

Y: I know , I know! But seriously, when are you gonna be home? I miss you so much! * you said with a small pout *

R: I know babes I miss you more than anything. I should be home later tomorrow, maybe around 6 ish? * she said with an uncertain look on her face *

Y: That’s to long in my opinion. * you said with a bratty attitude *

R: Oh don’t start being a brat on me now baby. You remember what happened last time you did that? * she raised an eyebrow *

You did indeed remember being splayed on your shared bed with her between your plush thighs, licking up your previous orgasm. You’re hands tangled in her black strands, trying to escape but, she was locked on and not stopping anytime soon.

Y: Ah yes I do remember. But I don’t think it was too bad you could’ve done a lot worse in my opinion. * shrugging your shoulders hoping that would instigate the situation *

R: Careful baby your on very thin ice. * She held her fingers up to the camera doing the small motion*

Y: Well we’ll see about that when you get home Mami. * you knew the nickname turned her on when you said it so suggestively and with that little smirk of yours that only made her go feral *

R: Ok you better be ready because you did it to yourself, my love. I’m going to go back to work I have to be on in 5. You better be watching. I love you, babes. * she said with a wink and a little kiss towards the camera before hanging up*

You sat there in the same place for a minute, ads playing while you try to mentally collect yourself. You turn towards the TV once again doing as you were told. Raw came back from commercial break.

Her music hit and you locked your eyes on the tv once more. She had a match tonight against Natalya. You love Natalya she was like a maternal figure and friend at the same time. But you really hoped that Rhea would win.

She comes into frame as the camera gets closer to her. She looks in the camera with her little smirk. You had a feeling that one was for you. She makes her way down the ramp with a steady and confident pace holding her title with pride.

She gets on the apron and does her signature pose. Looking into the camera with extreme confidence. And here’s the part she wanted you to see. She sticks her tongues out and flicks it back into her mouth then swipes her tongue over her pearly white teeth. This mf know what she’s doing.

You giggle at the action and text her.

Y: I was watching, saw what you did. Now YOU better be ready ;)

delivered

You knew she wasn’t going to respond anytime soon so, you sat back and enjoyed the show. She was in the main event so you knew this was the last match of the night. But, you were so tired and eventually fell asleep right after her match and didn’t see when she replied.

The next morning

You woke up on the couch. Searching for your phone that had been lost somewhere in the couch over night. You gave up on liking for it for now. You got up and strolled to the kitchen to make something to eat. As you were getting your smoothie ready to blend you heard a faint sound coming from the front door. It was the sound of the lock turning.

You got a little bit scared and quietly tip toed over to have a look at the door but not to close in case it was an actual threat. When it finally opened your mood completely took a turn and you ran, jumping into your girlfriends warm arms.

R: Hey baby! *she said as she kissed your forehead *

Y; Hi babe! * your smile beamed up at her as you kissed her soft lips*

Y: Wait I thought you said you’d be home later today? * you said with a slightly confused look but not upset she’s home sooner *

R: Well I was able to get an earlier flight back so I took it. * she said using her free hand to caress your cheek*

Y: I’m so happy your home early I don’t know how much longer I could’ve gone with out being with you. * you said sliding down back the floor*

R: I missed you too babes. But I saw your text last night. Did you think you’d get away with that? * she said using a finger to lift your chin to look up at her*

Shit you forgot you sent that

Y: Oh shit. * you giggle and start to back away trying to get out of the situation*

R: Nuh-uh not so fast baby girl. * she said grabbing you by the backs of your thighs signaling you to jump* Your not going anywhere.

She walks the two of you to the bedroom and to say the least you hope every homecoming ends like this one.

THE END

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this again please be kind this is my first writing so leave any helpful tips or advice it is much appreciated. If you want to be tagged in my future posts just lmk !!

[weirdkpopgirl]

Adoration | Mark Imagine #7

Title: Adoration

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warnings: none really :)

Word Count: 612

Author's Note: Lol this idea came to me after seeing a clip of Mark on a video call fansign, where he was telling the fan that he's currently watching Queen of Tears. This made me so happy because I've also been watching the drama and feel so passionately about it. Anyway my mind started to wander and this little scenario came out of it. I tried my best not to include spoilers of the show in the story though. Thank you for reading and hope you like it ^ ^

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Frustration brewed in your eyes, as heat rose to your cheeks, while your heart was pounding. Your fingers curled further into your palms, as unkind words traveled to the tip of your tongue. Yet, before they could be vocalized, the dark-haired man on your left said them instead.

“No, but why did he do that though?!” Mark yelled, throwing his arm out in a gesture to the screen.

A part of you wanted to laugh at your boyfriend’s reaction to the final scene playing out on the television before you. Since the premiere of Queen of Tears, you and Mark have been avidly following the series together. However, you were a few episodes behind due to Mark’s busy schedule and your commitment to watching it together. It took considerable restraint to avoid looking at spoilers on Instagram or YouTube.

On the other hand, the equal measure of anger within you overpowered any sense of amusement. A louder-than-intended sigh slipped past your lips.

“Ugh, I hate Yoon Eunsung so much for trying to ruin Haein’s family,” you fumed, gripping the remote. “I swear, I just knew he was going to use that tactic to sabotage them too!”

Mark leaned back on the couch, echoing your dissatisfaction. “I know right? You were so on point though with predicting that it was gonna happen.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy that I was right!” you exclaimed, sounding as if you were almost about to cry from annoyance. 

Any hint of exasperation Mark was feeling simmered down, as you continued to vent about the episode. Now that he observed you passionately recounting every prediction you made about the characters’ actions that had had occurred in the episode. Your hair was slightly tousled, and your hands gestured animatedly, emphasizing your frustrations. This was a rare sight from someone who was usually so composed and reserved.

Your shoulders slumped when you caught the distraction in his eyes, prompting a look of confusion from you. “Mark, are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“No, I am babe,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’ve just never seen you this fired up before.”

Your expression softened, and the flush on your cheeks transitioned to one of embarrassment. His comment brought to mind your tendency to get overly passionate about certain things that provoked you.

“Sorry, I just got so worked up,” you mumbled, sheepishly brushing a loose lock of hair out of your face.

However, Mark was quick to pull you into his arms. “Don’t apologize, I think it’s endearing.”

His embrace was so warm and loving, it felt like he was wrapping you in all the adoration he had for you. Yet, it made you just want to hide your face in his hoodie because you were still flustered.

“Well I’m grateful you’re more reassuring than Baek Hyunwoo is,” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Seriously, I’ve never seen so much miscommunication in a relationship before.”

You felt your boyfriend smile, pulling back slightly to stroke your hair. “And I’m glad you’re not as closed off like Hong Haein.”

“Hey, she has every right to be—” you started to protest, before catching yourself.

Mark nearly convulsed with laughter as he crashed you into another hug. “Ah, cute!”

Feeling embarrassed once more, you lightly smacked his shoulder, though it did nothing to stop the boy from gushing over you. But you couldn’t help but smile too, finding warmth in the moment. Both of you knew that the upcoming episodes of this drama would only bring more stress. However, at least you could share your frustrations openly, while all Mark could think about was how infatuated he was with you.

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previous masterlist -> current masterlist

[white-sinner]

yandere nerd classmate

x male reader

WARNING: willing reader, sadic reader,yandere getting caught, dom reader, sex, dirty thoughts, dirty dreams

A/N;so my younger brother gave me this idea we were basically talking and all of a sudden he blurts out “you know sometimes you scare me with these macabre things you say” several times he described me as sadistic so thanks little brother for the idea?

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a very shy boy meets a goth boy who will save him from bullies in his freshman year of high school only to find out that they are in class together the innocent nerd's obsession turns into something perverse but he is sure that he will take the decisions?

yandere nerd classmate:who has a crush on you since you two started high school now you're in your senior year and he's so sad he knows he needs to make you his but every time he tries to talk to you or get close his cheeks are all red and smears himself with his own words….poor stupid puppy

yandere nerd classmate: who gets distracted in class by his dirty little thoughts of you fucking him without caring about his enjoyment while you fill him full of your cum and he under you crying and sobbing

Yandere Nerd ClassMate: who is very good at digitally drawing literally a whole folder dedicated to porn drawings about you

yandere nerd classmate: who got a boner when you protected him from a bully your tone of voice so dark the threats towards the bullies and him on the ground behind you luckily he was on his lunch break so he had time to go to the bathroom to basturbarsi as he wanted at that moment to make a video of him masturbating and moaning in a public place thinking of you and then send it to you

“you are really pathetic to bully a person because your stupid dickheads can't even do two math exercises... *smile* let me just say it once and make it clear if you don't leave him alone i'll read you first on a chair cuts your friend's neck and I'll watch his blood flow as he screams in pain, then I'll remove his internal organs, slit his belly and make you choke on them, that would be a fun scene to watch, right? well maybe not for you but for me definitely yes”

yandere nerd classmate: that i start following you to your house stalking your social media well let's just say he wasn't really good at this stuff he was really pitiful but you didn't seem to mind of course he could have been a slut normally and told you he liked you but you decided to let him do it unfounded and let your prey live in his fantasy before killing him

yandere nerd classmate: that one day he decided to put his plan into action by following you in the school parking lot (you could literally hear him shaking and stumbling in his footsteps) and then attack you with a syringe full of sleeping pills but you caught him and crushed him at the wall

“w-what”

“what were you trying to do with this syringe, puppy”

“n-not-“

“don't lie I know exactly what you've been doing since the start of the new semester Logan*

*Logan looks down embarrassed*

“get into my car ”

“M/N wh-“

“I don't think i asked a question it was an order, enter in the car NOW”

after leading him to your house you let him in and kissed him by dominating him with your tongue making him almost suffocate

"well look at the drool that drips from his mouth"

*you slap him on the ass*

"you look like a puppy in heat"

"M/N please"

"mmmh? please what Logan do you need to use your words “

“come on you know don't make me say it's awkward”

Logan was mystified nothing had gone to plan but he really liked this twist so he decided to turn things around by looking away from you and trying to take control to which you replied slapping his ass again

“HICK”

“who told you you were the one in control”

at that moment Logan couldn't take it anymore he really wanted you to fuck him

“please… . you can fuck me…”

“ well finally you seem to obey “

having said that you dragged him with force creating a mark on his wrist to which he did nothing his crush was about to fuck him and branding him his what more could he want?

"Let's take these clothes off"

it was now past what seemed like hours to Logan you were overstimulating him and you weren't into him yet!

“M/N please put it in me!”

“aww but you're a little virgin if I put it inside it could hurt you”

“I don't care! I do not care!"

"ok little bitch calm down"

so you stuck all your cock inside him he started crying and you fucked him so fast that by now his mind was mush "well if you like him so much you could become my malewife by now the studies are finished"

"yes!yesyyes! i want eswhe your housewife M/N perfaw *moan*”

“you're such a slut”

and with these words he came and you looking at his face I did the same your hot sperm that mixed with that of before and before in short now Logan and Logan really realized all his dreams

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Exit Eddie Pursued by a Steve Part 1

Hello and welcome to one-shot Saturdays, the day I put out short completed (most of the time) fics for you wonderful readers.

This week we have the completed Smut to Fluff fic I had been working on on WIP Wednesdays. This has three parts. I started writing part four last Wednesday but it got angsty and not where I wanted the story to go. So those extra bits have been saved for another story somewhere down the line that it fits better in.

18+ under the cut.

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Eddie had been on his way to the band room for his weekly “meeting” of the Hellfire Club. They had to have in there this week due to the unfortunate fact that the school musical was currently being preformed and they actually needed the drama room closet.

Suddenly a gaggle of people came tearing out of the stage in a hurry. The last of which was someone in a large red wig and bright yellow dress. But Eddie knew those hazel eyes anywhere.

He let out a low whistle. “Looking gorgeous there, Harrington.”

Steve skidded to a stop in his kitten heels and turned to see who had cat-called him.

“Yeah?” Steve said to him under half-shut eyes. “You like what you see, Munson?”

Eddie gave an appraising glance up and down. “I do indeed.”

“Too bad I have to change out of it,” Steve teased.

Eddie shook his head sadly. “Now, why would you want to go and do a thing like that?”

Steve laughed. “Because I’m in the next scene, and I ain’t wearing this!”

Eddie laughed, too. “Damn shame.”

Steve looked around and then hurried over to him. “If you like it that much, meet me after the play.”

He winked and then gathered up his skirt and ran for the changing room.

Eddie was still standing there when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came up behind him.

“Who was the broad?” Brian asked.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth. “That was no broad, gentlemen. That was King Steve in a ballgown.”

“Wait, what?” Jeff asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “No way.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie hummed. “And I’m pretty sure he just asked me backstage after the play for a little action.”

All three other boys turned to him in shock.

“Ain’t no way,” Gareth hissed. “It’s probably some prank to have the basketball team jump you or something.”

Eddie grinned. “Come on, boys. We’ve got dragons to slay before they kick us out of the band room, too.”

They all followed him to the band room, a little confused on what just happened.

*

Steve waited nervously after getting one of the orchestra to help him back into the dress. The wig and makeup were gone, as were the shoes. Those things pinched.

His dress swished back and forth as he paced, wringing his hands.

“Oh.”

Steve stopped pacing and turned to the open door. Eddie stood there with an expression that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

“I have to know before we do this,” he rambled. “Are you wanting to do this because you thought I was beautiful as a girl? Or because you thought I looked beautiful in the dress?”

Eddie paused for a moment. “That is a very important distinction and one you are right in asking, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed deeply.

Eddie crowded his space and lifted his chin gently, “You look beautiful, Stevie.”

He gasped and Eddie dived on in, pressing their lips together. Instantly, Steve’s tongue tangled with his.

Eddie pulled away reluctantly. “We are definitely doing this.”

Steve nodded. “Just try not to get anything on the dress itself, otherwise I’ll be murdered by the drama teacher.”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “You’ve got it, babe.”

*

When Eddie walked in the room, Steve appeared coy. Shy even. And then when Steve asked why he was interested in fucking him in that dress, he suddenly got it.

“Anyone ever take care of you, Stevie?” he murmured, slowly pulling up the folds of the dress to get at those delicious thighs.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve only had sex with girls. They tend to expect you to do all the work.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Steve threw his head back and moaned as Eddie caressed the sides of his thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie purred, mouthing along the expanse of Steve’s neck, “you sound so good.”

He tucked the dress behind his beautiful cock and sank to his knees.

Steve’s hands immediately buried into Eddie’s hair, pulling him all the way onto his cock.

Eddie lifted one of Steve’s legs and tucked it over his shoulder. He took the spit and slick from his blowjob and coated his fingers.

He pressed one finger into Steve and the boy let out the most delicious sounds.

Eddie wished he could swallow them up, but he would have to settle for swallowing Steve down entirely.

He continued to open Steve up and suck him off. Suddenly Steve was coming in ribbons down Eddie’s throat.

Eddie stood up and kissed Steve dirtily, mouth still slick with his cum.

Steve let out a low whine, taking in as much of Eddie as he could.

Eddie gathered up the skirt of the dress and pressed into to Steve’s hands. “Hold on tight to that, darling. We don’t want to get anything on it, right?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie lined himself up and slowly pierced Steve’s ass.

“Eddie!” he cried. “Oh god!”

Eddie took that as encouragement and slid all the way to the hilt.

Steve wanted to gripped the back of Eddie’s shirt and fist his hair, but his hands were occupied by the skirt of his dress. He held on tight, barely holding on as Eddie fucked him wildly.

Soon Eddie was coming into Steve, in rough, hopeless waves.

Steve let out a breathless sigh. “God, oh fuck.” He moved to lower his hands but Eddie stopped him.

“We need to get you out of this dress first, darlin’,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “then you can lower your arms, all right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie giggled at how far gone Steve was. He removed the dress and hung everything up their proper places, while Steve laid there prone, panting for air.

Once Steve was able to catch his breath, he asked, “How did you know where everything went?”

Eddie turned back to him with a grin. “This is where my club meets for D&D. Hellfire, ever heard of it?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve got these kids I babysit that love that game. It’s all they’ve been talking about when it comes to picking out classes and clubs for next year.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and sat down to watch Steve clean up himself and get dressed. He wondered where it was all going to go from there. Would Steve throw him out? Punch him? Mock him?

“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Steve muttered darkly as he ran his hand through his hair. He stood there in sweatpants and ratty old sweater, looking every bit as beautiful as he had in the dress.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, big boy? How’s that?”

“I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.”

Eddie cackled. “Right back atcha, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed and walked over to stand between Eddie’s legs. “We’ve had dessert, what would you say to a late dinner?”

Eddie smiled up at him and then pulled him down for a kiss. “Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

*

“I call bullshit,” Brian said the next morning at their lockers when Eddie told them. “There is no way you sucked Harrington’s dick.”

“Did a slight more than that, Bri,” Eddie crowed.

Jeff frowned. “Prove it.” He jutted his chin across the hall. “There’s your boy as you say. Go get him.”

“And even if it is true,” Gareth growled. “There is no way he’d associate with you in the middle of the whole fucking school. He’s going to break your heart and we’ll have to pick up the pieces.”

“Watch and learn, boys,” Eddie said.

He strutted across the hall to Steve and placed his hand on the locker by Steve’s head.

Steve turned around. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked. “Morning, princess.”

Steve leaned against the lockers and laughed. “I’m the ugly step-sister, remember. Not the princess.”

“You were as pretty as one last night,” Eddie teased.

Steve grinned and put his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Hmm...that kind of talk is what got us in that position in the first place.”

Eddie grinned right back, putting his hands on Steve’s waist. “You saying flattering works on you, sweetheart?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m saying it doesn’t hurt.”

They kissed.

“Am I going to see you at lunch?” Eddie asked, pressing their foreheads together.

Steve shook his head. “You have first lunch and I have second.”

“So cruel,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a patch of bare skin between Steve’s jeans and where his sweater had risen up because of his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “It’ll be torment until I see you again.”

“For me, too,” Steve breathed.

And then Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve’s sides, tickling him.

“Eddie!” Steve protested, laughing.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed the smile off his face. “Later, Princess.”

“Later, Eds.”

Eddie turned and walked away.

“Eddie!” Steve called out. “Catch!”

Eddie managed to catch whatever it was on sheer instinct. He looked at it to see that it was Steve’s varsity basketball ring.

“Hold on to that for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s special to me.”

Eddie saluted and practically skipped back to his friends.

Steve laughed, shaking his head fondly.

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Part 2 Part 3

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When the Lights Go Out (Koby, Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Luffy keeps his promise and shares you with Koby.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome; semi-public sex because they fuck outside a Marine base; Koby is inexperienced; oral (male receiving, female receiving); degradation; spitting; slapping and spanking; penetration (vaginal, male-receiving anal); lots of cum (creampies, facials)); officially turning my last fic into a one-shot series since people seemed to like it so much, lol!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 3,676. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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Koby was cuter than you thought he’d be. His pink hair and shy smile sent butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach. Not to mention, the blush that covered his face when he realized why he was being introduced to you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Luffy held your hand tightly as Koby led the two of you to a quiet spot just outside the perimeter of the island’s Marine base. It was perfect for what Luffy had planned. He had even brought a blanket to make things a bit more comfortable for the three of you.

As soon as he spread it out on the grassy forest floor, he made quick work of putting this fantasy of his into action. He moved to stand behind you, slowly reaching around to undo the buttons on your shirt until your breasts were finally exposed for him and Koby to admire.

“Isn’t she pretty?” he muttered, layering your neck in open-mouthed kisses.

Koby gulped nervously, suddenly conscious about the way you could probably see the hardened outline of his cock through his pants, “Yeah. She’s just like you said.”

While he had been taking in the sight of you, Luffy had already pulled himself out of his shorts. He breathed heavily against your skin as he began stroking himself. He then tugged at your pants with his free hand as a sign for you to remove them, which you quickly did.

“Wow,” breathed Koby, eyes wide as he admired your bare appearance.

“Looks like you’ve left him speechless,” chuckled Luffy, rubbing a hand over one of your hips. “Why don’t you get his cock out and show him how excited you are to meet him? Go on, suck him off.”

Koby watched carefully as you undid his pants. His cock was practically throbbing in your hand when you removed it from its confines.

A million thoughts ran through his head as he allowed you to work on opening his shirt with your free hand. How many times have you done this for someone? Does Luffy share you very often? Would you care if he came too soon? What if he came inside?

He gasped as you kissed your way down his now exposed chest. His Marine shirt, which was a part of his official uniform, hung loosely off his shoulders.

“Ah!” he moaned, feeling your tongue glide over his length in a long stripe when you finally kneeled before him.

Luffy had come to stand next to you. He grinned at the scene with an excited glimmer in his eyes. He began stroking himself faster, admiring the way you spit onto the head of Koby’s cock.

“Like her?” he chuckled, glancing at his blushing friend.

Koby nodded with a hum. He tensed when you abruptly took him in your mouth, listening to the wet sounds that made their way into the cool midnight air.

It was then that Luffy noticed the way his friend clenched his fists by his sides. Luffy had known that Koby wasn’t very experienced. And being the good friend he is, Luffy wanted to help out.

“Here,” he said, grabbing one of Koby’s wrists. “Try using her hair. You can drag her mouth on and off your cock that way. She likes getting face-fucked.”

As soon as Luffy placed Koby’s hand atop your head, the Marine whimpered and threaded his fingers through your soft locks. His other hand quickly followed suit.

You took Koby to the back of your throat, rubbing your palms against his thighs in an effort to encourage him. With pleasure rushing to his cock, however, he didn’t seem to need it as he shoved you further onto his length with a groan.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected move. You gagged around him as he pressed your nose into his pelvis, now using your hands to seek leverage rather than offer comfort.

Koby whined as he ground himself against you. His mind was nothing but a hazy fog as your throat tried to accommodate him. It was getting hard to breathe with him pushing himself so far down your throat.

Meanwhile, Luffy chuckled, stepping closer to smack the tip of his cock against your face. He stared down at you with an amused grin, listening to your wet gags and sputters.

“Okay, Koby,” he finally whispered, “let her off a second.”

Koby nodded, pulling you off his length as he panted. You immediately gasped for air upon his cock being removed from your throat.

“Went pretty deep, didn’t you?” groaned Luffy, pumping himself faster at the sight of you struggling to breathe. “Gotta let her breathe though.”

Koby nodded in understanding. Then he surprised both you and Luffy by suddenly shoving himself back into your mouth, cutting off your attempts to catch your breath. This time, he followed Luffy’s advice of pulling you back and forth on his cock.

Luffy laughed with sick amusement at this. Koby was yanking you onto his length repeatedly while thrusting at the same time. His balls slapped against your chin. He panted heavily, cock swelling in your throat as he mindlessly fucked your face.

You choked around him, trying your best to breathe through your nose as he pounded deep into your throat. Not even Usopp loves your mouth this much.

Koby had lost the ability to form sentences. Instead, his eyes clenched shut as he whimpered and gasped with every thrust.

“Ah, ah, ah! I’m gonna—! Feel so—! Oh!” he cried, a warm feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. “Luffy, I don’t know—! Ah, ugh!”

Your captain simply chuckled, “You’re about to cum, Koby. Let it all out and we’ll make her swallow. Make her take it. Come on, give it to her. Fill up her mouth.”

With another gasp, Koby nodded. He sank into your throat, trying to force himself as deep as possible. Cum burst out his cock and flooded your mouth. His release only added to your struggle for air. His salty taste covered your tongue and splashed the back of your throat.

He let out a loud cry as his length pulsed against your tongue. His cum, which had been more copious than expected, frothed at the corners of your mouth.

Noticing the way your eyes began to roll back, Luffy stepped in. He pulled you off Koby’s cock, lightly tapping your cheek until you blinked up at him.

“You okay?” he asked, only smiling again when you nodded and opened your mouth to reveal Koby’s release. “Look at that. You’re such a good whore, aren’t you? Show Koby how well you can swallow.”

The sight of you doing so was something else. Koby blushed at the way you drank up his cum without a problem. He smiled at your empty mouth when you opened back up to show him.

And with that image now implanted in his mind, his cock became hard again.

Luffy seized his chance to get some of your attention for himself. His length throbbed with need for his own release. The scene of Koby fucking your throat had brought him to the edge.

He tapped the mushroom-shaped head of his cock against your tongue with a sigh. His orgasm quickly took over as he pumped himself with a rough hand.

Eyes closing, you felt him shoot his load onto your face. Rope after rope of thick, milky white cum sprayed onto your skin. He used his free hand to gather some on his fingertips, scooping his release into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he chuckled. “Usopp would love to see you like this. He loves it when you’re covered in cum. That’s why he fucks your mouth so much, ya know?”

“She’s so pretty,” muttered Koby.

“I know,” smiled Luffy, eyes narrowing down at you. “What do we say?”

Your eyes fluttered to meet Koby’s. The spaced out expression on your cum-soaked face struck something deep within him. Luffy had introduced you as his crew’s ‘whore’ and now Koby could see why. You took everything without complaint.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Luffy smiled again. Koby’s eyes widened as his friend suddenly pried your lips open and spit into your mouth before making you gag on two of his long fingers.

“I told her you’d fill up her pussy,” hummed Luffy. “She’s been dying to have your cock in her. I’m gonna fuck her mouth while you do it. Cum inside as much as you want, I don’t mind.”

You whimpered when Luffy suddenly turned you around and pushed you onto all-fours. He knelt in front of you, already smacking your face with his cock again. His previous release smeared over your skin as he did so.

Glancing up at Koby, he gestured for him to join the two of you on the blanket, “What are you waiting for? Put your cock in. Trust me, she can take it.”

Koby scrambled to kneel behind you just as Luffy shoved himself into your mouth. Your wet entrance was free for him to take, especially now that Luffy had given him all the permission he needed.

Without a second thought, Koby lined up with your entrance and pushed inside. You shrieked around Luffy’s length as Koby gave you no time to adjust, immediately setting a rapid pace.

Koby lost himself in you. His mouth fell open in pleasure at how tight your pussy squeezed him. Pumping into you, he was brought to an unforeseen conclusion.

You may be Luffy’s, but he was all yours.

You couldn’t stop the muffled sounds that escaped you as the two men fucked you from both ends. Luffy panted heavily as he forced the tip of his cock to repeatedly meet the back of your throat. His balls slapped against your chin with each of his rough thrusts.

Koby practically collapsed against you. He hunched over you from behind, wrapped his arms around your hips, and rested his forehead against your spine. He whined and moaned into your warm skin. Deep gasps escaped him while he fucked you as though he were an animal in heat.

His movements were uneven and not at all graceful. He pounded into you with little rhythm as his mind drifted off, unable to focus on anything but the sounds of your soaking entrance.

Luffy didn’t even try to hide his amusement. With his friend losing himself in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him, Luffy decided to go harder as well.

He sank deeper into your throat, admiring the way it visibly bulged around him with every one of his thrusts. With one hand yanking harshly at your roots, he used the other to massage his balls.

“This mouth is so good,” he groaned. “You’re being such a good set of holes for us, aren’t you? So perfect for taking our cocks, for taking our cum. Ugh!”

You choked around him as cum suddenly burst out of the tip of his swollen length. He quickly pulled out, eyes sparkling as some of his release dribbled down your chin before you could swallow it.

“Gotta show Koby how to use his cock though, don’t we?” chuckled Luffy, noticing the distant look in Koby’s eyes. “He’s thoughtless, isn’t he? Sloppy and desperate. Let’s fix that.”

He stands and you lose sight of him in a matter of seconds. You can’t stop the surprised yelp that escaped you as you’re suddenly forced completely onto your stomach. Koby, still deep inside you, followed suit.

The entirety of his weight is bearing down on you. With his chest flush against your back, he can’t hold in his whines as he hides his face in your neck.

His hips are pressed against your ass and his cock is still seated deep inside your wet cunt. He proceeds to place his hands on either side of your head, wrapping his fingers in the blanket that lies beneath you.

You’re effectively trapped between Koby’s body and the solid ground, left with nowhere to go as a loud slap echoes through the air. However, you aren’t the recipient.

Instead, Koby squeaks and bucks into your entrance as Luffy palms his ass with a smile. Your captain grasps a handful of Koby’s pink hair before roughly striking him again.

Luffy spanks, pinches, and gropes his friend without a care in the world. And with every slap Koby receives on his blistering ass, you’re forced to take his cock deeper into your dripping entrance.

Koby grinds down against you, searching for more friction and listening to your quiet gasps, until Luffy surprises him once again. He tries to squirm, but it’s no use.

After landing another slap on Koby’s reddened ass, Luffy digs his fingertips into his whiny friend’s soft flesh and roughly spreads him open.

Luffy licked his lips, admiring the way Koby’s hole clenched around nothing at all. He then spoke with an excited grin, “Here’s how this is gonna go. Listen close.”

He spit onto Koby’s entrance before attempting to press a long finger inside. It’s a task that seems impossible with the way the Marine shakes his head and wriggles with a series of groans. It’s not a total loss, however, since it only plunges his throbbing length so deep inside you that his tip reaches your cervix.

“Ah! Koby!” you moaned.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit,” snickered Luffy, “but I’m gonna fuck Koby. I’ll hold his hips too, so whenever I thrust into him, he’ll do the same to you, princess. We’ll teach him how to properly pound your little hole in no time.”

During his explanation, Luffy had extended his arm in order to collect some of his previous release from your face. He slathered it between Koby’s cheeks with a wide grin.

The extra slick made it easier for him to push his finger into Koby’s ass. The Marine groaned directly into your ear, circling his hips in a failed effort to escape the unfamiliar feeling.

Koby sought more leverage, one hand suddenly tangling itself in your hair. You found yourself being officially pinned to the blanket, silently begging Luffy to get on with it before Koby accidentally ground you into dust.

Luffy, just as impatient, quickly added a second finger. His pace left nothing to be desired as he gave Koby another painful slap with his free hand. He then decided to spit on him again, fingers sinking in and out of Koby’s tight ass at an unbelievable pace.

“I thought I only had one toy, but it looks like I’ve gained another tonight,” laughed Luffy. “Listen to those noises!”

Koby whimpered, hips rolling to both move himself inside you and meet the rough movements of Luffy’s hand. Held down against the blanket, you can only gasp with each shift of Koby’s cock as the grip on your hair is tightened.

Luffy pulled his fingers out and spread Koby open once again. He leaned in to lick a long stripe over his friend’s puckered hole before spitting onto it for a little more wetness.

Koby gasped when the head of Luffy’s cock prodded at his entrance. After a few tries, Luffy finally managed to squeeze his tip inside and groaned at the tight fit.

“Your ass is almost as tight as hers,” groaned Luffy, easing himself inside. “I don’t know which one I like better! Might need to let my crew try you out, Koby. I know Zoro would love to try forcing his huge cock into this perfect hole of yours. Only our whore can take him up the ass so far, but I bet you could too if you really tried.”

Luffy shoved himself into Koby in one fluid movement. His thrust made the Marine’s pelvis dig into the plump flesh of your ass. In an instant, you could practically feel Koby in your stomach, his length forced to sink as deep as it could go into your cunt.

Luffy laughed upon realizing he had proven his plan for fucking you by using Koby for himself was plausible, which you weren’t entirely sure was good or bad. He was now in complete control.

“Get ready because I’m gonna pump this ass full,” he huffed, establishing a strong hold on Koby’s trembling hips. “The other Marines are going to wonder why you’re struggling to walk properly after I’m done with you. Let’s see how long the two of you can last like this.”

You could hardly breathe when he began thrusting into Koby, which made the Marine fuck you in turn. No words were able to escape your mouth, only gasps and babbles of indescribable pleasure.

Koby was in a similar predicament. Crammed between the two of you with nowhere to go left him whimpering and squealing into your ear. His sounds only muffled when he hid his face in the crevice of your neck.

Meanwhile, Luffy became focused solely on seeking his own pleasure. He slammed in and out of Koby in a fast, practiced rhythm, completely unlike how the pink-haired man had been fucking you earlier. The two were like night and day.

A million thoughts ran through his mind, mostly fantasies of the three of you being caught by a few Marines, each of whom would hopefully like to have a turn filling both you and Koby.

The very idea made Luffy’s cock twitch. And he decided he’d be happy to share if such a scenario occurred.

He listened to the sounds that escaped both you and Koby. The wet noises of his friend’s cock being mercilessly maneuvered in and out of you made him groan. He could only imagine how you felt with their combined weight pressing you into the ground.

Koby’s skin slapped against yours each time Luffy thrust back into him. With a thick cock pounding into his ass, he could hardly focus on the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

“You both take it so well,” groaned Luffy. “I’m gonna cum soon. Think you can fill her up for me, Koby? Hm? Promise you’ll put all your cum in her and use her like cum dump we’ve turned her into?”

He only received a series of intelligible whimpers in response, making him shake his head with a grin. He tightened his grip on Koby’s hips and sped up his movements. He forced Koby to slam in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed.

“This is how a slut needs to be fucked,” he panted. “Think you got it now, Koby? Do you know how properly pound her cunt?”

Koby nodded with a moan, “Yes! I can! I’ll fuck her right this time! Ah! Please!”

“Good,” sighed Luffy. “Now you just need to prove it. But first, I’m gonna fill your ass with so much cum. I want you dripping when you go back to your Marine friends—! Oh! Ah! That’s it! Koby!”

You were thankful for the lull in thrusts as Luffy reached yet another orgasm. He pressed himself flush against Koby, who panted and whined against you while allowing Luffy to paint his insides white.

He pulls out and watches his release slowly exit Koby’s clenching hole. Slowly stroking himself, he sits back to enjoy the rest of the show.

Meanwhile, Koby is overwhelmed with the desire to prove himself. He shifted onto his knees and wrapped both hands in your hair, yanking until you were on all-fours once again. This time with a deep arch in your back.

“Watch me, Luffy,” he whined. “Watch me fuck her like you showed me.”

You gasped at the quick, even pace that Koby began thrusting into you with. Your eyes roll back as you’re left with no choice but to feel Koby fuck his length deep into your cunt.

His tip reaches your cervix every time. And the wet, squelching sounds of your entrance only leave him wanting more.

“Ah! Koby, please!” you exclaimed, nearly on the verge of pleasured tears. “Please, wait! It’s too much! Oh! I can’t—!”

Koby shook his head, only going harder, despite your pleas, “Gotta cum in you! I promised! Need to pump your slut self full like you deserve! You’ve gotta take it like Luffy wants you to! You’re his hole, remember? He makes the rules! And right now, he wants your pussy filled with my load!”

Luffy can’t stop himself from laughing. He never expected to have Koby wrapped around his finger like this, fucking you however he wanted him to. It was quite the vision.

“That’s right, Koby!” he grinned. “Come on, it’s time to fill her up! Cum! Leave her dripping for everyone to see when she gets back to the ship! They love to see what her hole looks like after it’s been fucked! Her pussy is ours, use it!”

You couldn’t help but think that Nami would be proud of Luffy for being so mean to you for once in his life.

Koby’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. Deep inside your tight walls, his cock twitched with every spurt of thick, creamy cum he released. His hips were practically bruising your ass with his hard, desperate thrusts.

“So good,” he whined. “So perfect with my cum in you. Fucked you so full, didn’t we?”

He pulled out slowly, cock still twitching between his legs. He admired your wrecked entrance, especially Luffy’s fingers reached out to shove any dribbling cum back into your leaking pussy.

“Think we should make you cum, sunshine?” hummed Luffy. “You’ve been so good at taking our cocks this evening. I think you deserve it.”

“Too much, Luffy,” you whined. “Please. It’s too much.”

“Oh, honey,” he hummed, running a warm palm over your back in an effort to sooth your exhausted body, “it’s adorable that you think we’re done.”

You let out a sob-filled moan when he rolled you onto your back. He and Koby delved into your soaking entrance, leaving you both writhing at the feeling of their long fingers and desperate tongues and with the realization that the night was far from over.

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𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

characters — yandere! suguru geto x fem! reader

𝘵𝘸 — implied 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦/𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴/a, stalking, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

Suguru Geto followed a strict schedule.

He would wake up in the foggy residuals of a rainy day, orange lighting of the bedroom highlighting his eyebags and scars. The familiar sting would ache for a bit, but he would quickly realize why he’d woken up in the first place, and all previous pain would leave instantaneously. 

Tugging on his yukata, the man found himself in quite the good mood. He made some toast for himself, swiftly put his shoes on, and even had half the mind to make sure his hair looked good. An exhale, and Suguru had already left the house. 

It wasn’t a long walk, but he enjoyed the scenery as he went along. Raven locks spilling down his back, he hummed a rather lively tune and made his way down the street. 

Petrichor hung in the air. The ground was wet, grass dewey as the blades danced in tandem with windy weather. He ran a hand through his hair, tongue swiping over his lips as he looked up into the sky. Despite it being morn, the moon was still out. He wondered if planets collapsed easy like humans did. If Saturn was to reduce to dust because of itself, is she not the perfect depiction of human nature? Fleeting, it was. Nothing but.

He went from humming the tune to whistling, mood only getting better and better especially now that his destination was in sight. Today was the day. He was going to make his ultimate move, an action he’d been itching to complete for months now. What a great day indeed.

Suguru’s dark clothing easily shielded him as he came up on the house, cozy as ever. He maneuvered to the backyard, finding that same spot he had the perfect view from. 

He leant back on his palms, tilting his gaze up and fully taking in the sight through the window. 

The show began.

There she was. His pupils dilated, practically forming hearts. She seemed to be making breakfast for herself, singing along to some old love song. He wondered what that voice sounded like, since everytime he tried to catch a tune— Glass stood between them. He could’ve shattered it, but that would stop the sight altogether, wouldn’t it?

His [name] was something he’d cherish for eons to come. Suguru couldn’t focus on anything else but her, the one thing that granted him some kind of mental clarity. He’d spent his whole life not getting a single thing he wanted, not knowing what or who he was— But with her? She was the only thing he wanted. 

Which led to today. 8 months, 13 days, and 15 minutes — He’d stalked her for that long, becoming ‘friends’, so it was only fair that today he actually made a move, right? Patience is a virtue not even the gods showcased, which meant he didn’t either.

God, everytime he came around he’d catch a different part of [name]’s life — Her barely clothed body, her lazy days just laying on the couch, eating a meal, or even the barely occurring sleep.

The ravenette exhaled a shaky breath, really taking in every detail about his little beloved. From the way her baggy pajama pants and oversized shirt looked on her, to the way her lips formed all the words she sang — The way her smile shone brighter than any light present, to the way her hands trembled lightly around the spatula — He was in love. 

[name] was pathetically adorable in a way he just had to protect and keep for himself. Suguru wanted her to erase all sin from his hand. He knew she could clean him completely, restore his purity— If only she would just look at him. Almost frustratedly, Geto sighed.

He didn’t have to wait anymore. Working behind the scenes and making sure that slowly, slowly, she had no one else to rely on but him — The sweet neighbor a few houses down. They were well acquainted to the point she was comfortable with him. A few nods and hums here and there to whatever he was talking about on his usual morning stroll, words exchanged over coffee she’d offered, a simple serenade in the form of their idle ‘friendship’.

Geto felt like [name] barely even glanced his way. He felt his fingers itch to pull at his hair, but decided against it. As stated before, today was the day he finally did something. Nothing was going to stop that. Not like anyone could anyway. He’d carefully cut off all her loved ones from her life, either ending their lives completely or just giving them that little— Push.

It had been a rather awful day for [name] in general. She’d just had an awful fight with someone who wouldn’t even tell her what was wrong, her trust issues were the highest they’d been in a while, and she couldn’t find her goddamn reading glasses. Fuck. 

A hissed sigh fell from her lips, eyes shutting gently as her head fell back against the bed’s headboard. It was raining outside, today was going to be cozy and she was even going to finally take care of herself— But the argument just rubbed her off the wrong way. Now her mood was sour, her head hurt, and nobody—

The doorbell rang.

[name] wasn’t expecting anyone. She stood from her bed, trepidations both muted and rising. Making her way to the front door, opening — It was safe to say she really didn’t expect who was on the other side. 

“Suguru? What are you doing here?”

“Ah–” He ran a hand through his slightly dampened locks, smiling gently. “I was taking a walk and decided to surprise you!....Were you surprised?”

The girl couldn’t help but smile too, just relieved to have some company on such a downpoured day. “Yeah—” She laughed breathily, “Yeah, I was. Come on inside.”

Suguru’s smile didn’t falter as they took a seat on the couch, and the comfortable silence that ensued felt like complete, utter heaven. [name] finally took a deep breath, and the man finally decided to speak up.

“How have you been? I’m not trying to be rude, but you seem a little more… tired, if that’s the word, today.” He placed a hand on her back, rubbing little circles in an effort to let her be at peace. 

“Oh— I’m just… Nah, I just had a pretty bad argument with my brother, if you can even call it that.” Despite her reserved choice of words, something in her eyes shone, and whether it was tears or some other unspoken agony, her trembling bottom lip gave it away. 

He hummed in response, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Don’t feel obligated to hold back. I’m here to listen, sweetheart.” 

[name] turned her face to look at him, really look at him — And when she found not even a hint of deceit in his eyes, nor malice, the walls came tumbling down. She leant forward in her spot, putting her face in her hand and rubbing at her eyes to ease the fatigue at least a little.

“I—” Her voice cracked so she gulped heavily, “...My brother’s deciding to cut all contact with me, called me a slut and everything over text, and just hung up. Now he won’t answer my calls or texts and I don’t know why—” Her voice cracked again, echoing out into the walls. “I just don’t get it.”

The ravenette man ran his free hand through his hair, humming again. [name] found the suffocating feeling almost as a comfort, from the circles rubbed onto her back to the warmth Suguru was producing, even the tragic connotation of the day — Something had clicked back into place. What is born of the light cannot stray too far from it.

“I think it’s for the best.”

Her head shot up, eyebrows furrowed. That wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

“Ah, just let me explain,” Suguru didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her surprise, “If your brother left you high and dry for absolutely no reason, shouldn’t you do the same? Calling you a slut when you definitely aren’t, calling you an asshole for leaving him, cutting contact with you? If those aren’t extremes, I don’t know what is. And, he’s not even telling you why he did all of that. Why is it your responsibility to fix something you didn’t break, [name]?”

The girl didn’t know how to answer that. The petty respite of her own morals felt miniscule compared to the argument Suguru put forth. She watched the way his eyes flicked from her own, to her nose, and back up again. She watched the way his pupils dilated a bit, vaguely remembering what that meant, but holding no care for it.

She just wanted to absolutely melt in someone’s arms — So, she did. Without a single word exchanged, [name] wrapped her arms around the man and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

She missed both the blush on his face, and the bloodied phone in his pocket, belonging to her brother.

Suguru stood from his place on the grass, brushing any extra blades off his clothes before stretching his arms out. It was time. Years upon years of neglect and complete disregard of his own wellbeing had built up, he was not going to let this go now—

The man blew out a puff of air, smile creeping onto his face with the nonchalance of someone who had done this millions of times. If he was the same in every universe, a question he often pondered, did that hold any meaning to his devotion to this woman?

He approached the glass sliding doors in front of him, which were technically the backdoors of the house. He knocked rather politely to keep to his memorized script. It was time to see if [name] would play her part well too.

The girl perked up at the noise, tilting her head adorably as she paused the music and came up to open the door. “Oh! Suguru?” Her nose scrunched up confusedly, but that clueless smile did nothing to quell the immediate fluster seeping into his heart. Plus— Finally, finally, he could hear those little hums of hers. The little undertones, the way she weaved her notes only served to entice him further.

“Haha, I was just passing through and wanted to let you know that there’s a crime watch going around… I’d recommend higher security.” He offered the advice as kindly as can be, smiling still.

She gasped lightly, holding a light hand to her mouth as her eyebrows furrrowed in concern. “Oh no, I had no clue… I’ll definitely do that, thanks for the notice!” [name] chuckled bashfully, rubbing her nape before making eye contact again. “Actually— I made breakfast, would you want to come inside and eat?”

Ah, just as he had planned. 

“I wouldn’t want to impose, but if you’re offering, sure!” Another smile, another lighthearted chuckle, and Suguru made his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

[name] didn’t hear it lock with a soft snick. 

As the pair helped themselves to the spread of pancakes, coffee, and some lovely cookies, they made pleasant small talk. The string had begun to tighten, and Suguru felt his hunger only grow to an insatiable amount. God, he knew everything about her, absolutely everything— Why couldn’t she see how much he could give her—?

Things seemed to slow down a bit, finishing up breakfast and their conversation. Suguru knew this would be where he was supposed to say something about his leave, and, well, leave, but that wouldn’t be any fun. Instead, he resorted to just laying his eyes on the wonder in front of him, taking in the peace for a few more moments.

He knew what he was about to do was anything but keeping peace.

Suguru was adjacent to [name] at this point, so he leant over, casual as he placed his arm behind her head and nuzzling up close. She wouldn’t say anything about it, he knew that. He rubbed familiar circles on her shoulder, eyes dismissive as they ran down her frame. 

[name] was the one to break the silence, seemingly made a little uncomfortable by it. “I, uh— Did you have any plans for today, Suguru?” She faked a stretch, really just trying to use the opportunity to scoot a little away from him, but his arm kept her firmly in place.

He answered nonchalantly, watching carefully as she tried again to lean forward and take a cookie into her mouth, not-so-subtly moving away too. His lips curled into a smirk, “No, not really. I honestly just wanted to make sure my slut wasn’t back in contact with anyone I didn’t want her to.”

The girl promptly choked on her food, coughing and standing up, eyes blown wide with terror. A hand shot out to her wrist, but her teary whimper still echoed. “What—?!” Not what she wanted to hear, not what she thought she would hear— But preconceptions often fail us anyways. Pure, carnal fear rushed through her veins, legs stumbling to get away—

Suguru pulled [name] into his lap with ease, keeping her down no matter how she struggled. Nose buried into her neck along with his teeth, he chuckled lowly.

“Shh, don’t cry sweetheart, please— I just wanna help you see what you’re not realizing.” An uncomfortably gentle kiss placed under her jaw, hips grinding up into hers, “This was bound to happen. We were meant to be.”

The planets do fall as easily as humans. Jupiter crumbled into specks of dust, and amends couldn’t be made. Universal symphonies are mistaken for cacophanies, so what stops a kiss from morphing into a bite?

𝘱𝘭𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘮𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 !!! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

How HOTD films Team Green vs How HOTD films Team Black

Aemond & Aegon being interrogated vs Jace & Luke having their parentage publicly discussed

First off, the moment where Viserys interrogates his sons on the rumours is in many ways a fantastically shot and tense scene. As an ensemble scene, the camera primarily focuses on Viserys, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Aemond and Aegon as we watch the emotions and suspense play out. We feel Aemond and Aegon's hurt and complicated relationship with their father, we wait with Rhaenyra and Alicent to see what the boys will say, how Viserys will react, just how will this interrogation unfold.

What we do not get is any attention on the kids whose parentage is under discussion.

This is what we briefly get of Jace just before the interrogation begins. We get a quick shot of him shouting on Baela's behalf, a quick shot of him telling his mother they were called bastards, and we see him by his mother's side as she goes into action. But he's rarely at the centre of attention, and what attention the camera does give him is only brief. There aren't many frames of Jace - the camera just doesn't focus or linger on him.

Compare this to the multiple close up shots and clear prolonged focus on how Aemond and Aegon feel while their father is shouting at them. There are multiple frames giving them plenty of attention (I could only fit a handful of them on this post), letting those micro-expressions sink in for the viewer. But no focus on how Jace feels watching the rumours being spoken out loud, in front of everyone. No focus on how he feels watching his grandfather, waiting to see what he will say and do.

Will the King protect his grandson? Is Jace about to be officially labelled a bastard and have his life destroyed? How anxious is Jace watching this exchange? How upset is he when his uncle, who he used to follow around like a shadow, says for the room to hear 'just look at them'? And Luke? Does he know what's going on?

Now I am not an expert on cinematography or directing or editing etc. But I don't think it takes an expert to notice when the camera sends such a clear message to the viewer. Alicent's children are main characters whose emotions you are invited to be invested in, while Rhaenyra's children are not given equal weight. Alicent's children join her as main characters, Rhaenyra's children do not.

Even Otto and Daemon get to react where Jace and Luke do not

When Viserys threatens to cut out the tongue of anyone who mentions the rumours again, we keep the focus on Aemond and Aegon. We get to know intimately how they are feeling during this scene. But how are Rhaenyra's kids feeling? Is Jace relieved? Is Luke still confused? If the goal of making the Greens sympathetic was so the audience would feel their hearts torn two ways, then the camera is failing miserably, because it is only directing us one way.

Aemond's reaction to Alicent demanding Luke's eye vs Jace & Luke's reaction

Am I against Aemond having a close up here? No. The moment is about his mother seeking retribution for his eye after all, the close up makes sense. But it is one of many he (and Aegon) have in this scene, and again the camera is very uninterested in how Jace and Luke feel. Aemond got to respond when Rhaenyra suggested (bluffed) that he be 'questioned sharply'.

It isn't a close up, but he doesn't exactly lack for close ups. And he is still in the centre of the screen. The camera waits on the back of the chair to see him turn around and glare at his sister.

Are we going to cut to little Luke's face when a grown woman wants to cut his eye out? Or Jace when his little brother is threatened? Apparently the original draft had Luke yell "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry" when Alicent demanded his eye, and then try to hide behind his mother in fear. So at one point it seems there was some attention to how Luke feels, some effort to invite the audience to feel it too. But in the end we get the Aemond close up followed by a distant group shot of Team Black reacting, inviting the viewer to feel very little.

When Alicent attacks with the knife we do at least get a brief cut to Luke screaming. And I like the little detail of Luke holding Rhaenyra's arm afterwards, if you can spot it. Jace also appears to be present behind him, hello Jace. How do you feel about your mother being hurt? Have you realised now the danger you are in? Is now the moment you decide you have to be very grown up for your mother? It looks like it is for Aemond.

Again, I am not against Aemond receiving attention in this scene. He did just lose an eye. But this is an ensemble scene, about a family getting irrevocably split, about the next generation inheriting the conflicts of the previous generation. The rest of the ensemble are given attention - Viserys, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Otto, Criston, Corlys - but when it comes to the next generation of characters there is a clear disparity. Would the viewer be invested in Rhaenyra and Alicent's conflict and relationship at all if the camera only ever focused on Alicent?

The camera should be inviting us to care about the conflict between the next generation - not just one side of the next generation. We get a bit more focus on Luke in the following episode and the final episode - primarily because he is about to die and the writers at least understand that we should probably care about him first.

But Jace should have been set up from episode 6 as a main character - a character who gets equal screen time and the same emotional weight as his uncles. We should have followed him dealing with his parentage, with the scrutiny and rumours, with Criston bullying him, with the burden of being both the perfect heir and the knowledge that he needs to help his mother and protect his little brothers. The camera should be inviting us to care about how he will feel when he loses Luke.

We only get rare crumbs where the camera is interested in Rhaenyra's children. While proving my point I trawled through frame upon frame of Aemond's face in this scene to find the rare shot where Jace is in the centre (at the very beginning of the scene, before the drama starts to really play out), where he isn't at the side or in the background, where the camera lingers just a little bit. I wanted more of this.

For a further illustrative example, see how differently the relationship between two sets of brothers are filmed.

Also what are Baela and Rhaena up to? The previous episode introduces us to the idea that Daemon ignores Rhaena. A scene of Daemon hugging his grieving daughters was deleted, and replaced with a scene of an emotionally distance Daemon walking away from his grieving daughters. Ok then, if you're going to introduce that idea, maybe actually do it justice? We have close ups of Daemon lurking and watching the argument at the sides - how about a shot of Baela and Rhaena looking for their dad? How about a shot of Rhaena, needing comfort, looking crestfallen that her father isn't showing any concern, that he's more interested in watching the argument than looking for his daughters? I mean if I have to watch Aegon the rapist and his daddy issues...

If Daemon is supposed to be ignoring his daughters... well there is a way to communicate via the camera that characters are being ignored without the camera actually ignoring them. The show does it with Alicent and Viserys all the time. I mean, here's how we are introduced to the girls seeking comfort from their grandparents. Distantly, beginning with a shot of Corlys and Rhaenys coming down the stairs from behind, and relegated straight to the background where they will remain for the rest of the scene.

Why add Baela and Rhaena to the fight if you're not going to do justice to their presence? Especially considering how much the dynamics of the fight have changed in addition to their presence. Initially it was an older bully hitting a toddler and then beating up little kids who came to their baby brother's rescue. Now it's kids closer in age, punching out their grievances, and it's 4 against one. This tilts the sympathy towards Aemond - who already has all the damn close ups anyway. To compensate, you have to invest in the emotions on all sides. Especially Rhaena - she just lost the last link she had to her mother, and what she probably figured was her chance to get her father's attention. So give her a damn close up. And Jace - if you are going to have him pull out a knife instead of a wooden toy sword like in the book then you better earn that moment by inviting us to feel just how much the word 'bastard' hurts him.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Suddenly I see

AN: Thank you nonnie for this request - I hope you enjoy this. I can’t seem to write anything short at the moment!

heyyy, this is my first request, i love your work!! i was wondering if you could do a blind reader or blind OC and bucky barnes. Bucky has been attempting to help her around even if she doesn’t always need it. he keeps trying and it’s dosent really go his way and he keeps just doing the wrong things but they get there and eventually they fall for each other and it ends with them trying to navigate the only thing they haven’t yet, a sex scene. sooo angsty fluff with a smut ending. thanks you much love 💕

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Summary: Bucky just wants to help you, but it would be better if he asked you first.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Blind SHIELD analyst Reader

Word count: 5.1k

CW: Human disaster Bucky, mild angst, fluff, Nat being Nat, miscommunication, pining, disabled Bucky Barnes, sex with banter (oral - m receiving, unprotected PinV sex)

The first time you met him, you did have to forgive him. 

Most people didn’t know how to react when they met you, not expecting someone in your…position, to be doing the job that you were. For the most part you’d given up being mad about it - people either realised very quickly that your disability didn’t affect your job at all, or they felt the sharp end of your tongue and scuttled off with their tail between their legs, so to speak.

You were busy concentrating when Nat brought him into the room where you were working, but not so engrossed in your work that you didn’t register the arrival of new people. Your fingers were flying over the keyboard, typing out your code, and you knew that Nat would wait for you to finish before introducing you to whoever she’d brought into your sanctum. You pressed ‘enter’ and turned your chair towards her and your new guest, lifting your chin and tilting your head to the side as if regarding them - an action left over from when it made a difference.

“Hey, Nat! Good to see you. What brings you to my neck of the basement? And who’s the fresh meat?”

You grinned at the same time that she chuckled. 

“Do I need an excuse to come and spend time with my favourite Oracle?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname.

“I’ve told you before - I don’t know the future. I’m an ordinary human, just like you.”

She snorted at that, and you heard her pull over one of the other chairs before she dropped down into it, settling behind your right shoulder as you resumed typing.

“Nothing ordinary about you. And speaking of which, I’d like to introduce you to Bucky.”

Oh! That’s who it was.You’d heard of Bucky, Captain Rogers best friend, released from decades of Hydra brain-washing, but this was the first time you’d been introduced. You spun your chair back towards where he’d been standing when he entered and held out your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

There was a heartbeat of silence, and you heard the tiniest exhale off to your left.

Shit!

“I’m over here, doll.”

You turned your chair more, grateful when Nat moved out of your way, and stood up, taking a step closer to where Bucky had spoken from.

“Well, you move as quietly as they say. Normally it’s only Nat who gets the drop on me. If you hadn’t guessed by now, I’m blind. And don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” You heard Nat’s muffled giggle, confirming your suspicion that Bucky’s mouth was flapping up and down with the apology he was about to make lodged in his throat.

You held out your hand again and gave him your name. “But Nat, here, calls me Oracle, because of my knack of interpreting intel and predicting likely scenarios.” His hand, warm but calloused, took hold of yours and gave it a gentle shake.

“Ummm, nice to meet you, Oracle.” 

You could feel the awkward tension in the air, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Let me get this out of the way, and then we can move on, okay? I was born sighted, but was diagnosed with a condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa as a child, which meant that I slowly lost my vision over time. I became completely blind about 18 months back, but I remember seeing. I know what colours look like, animals, etc. I learnt to touch type as a teen, and although my keyboard does have Braille on the keys I don’t really use them. I manage just fine. FRIDAY reads back my code to me, so I can spot errors, I have my cane and I have Jimbo.”

“Jimbo?”

Aha! So the famed former assassin hadn’t noticed everything.

You gave a quick whistle and felt Bucky start as your faithful companion uncurled himself from under your desk where he’d been sleeping and came to stand at parade rest by your right leg.

You crouched down and gave him a pet, and in return he booped his nose against yours.

“This is Jimbo. The best seeing-eye dog ever. Aren’t you, boy? Yes you are!”

You stood back up and made your way back to your chair, Jimbo returning to his sleeping spot now that he realised his services weren’t currently required.

“So that’s me. I’m damn good at my job, and I promise that you’ll never have to worry about any mission information that you get from me. And if you can’t trust me, trust Nat. I’ve never steered her wrong.”

“Ummm. Good to know. I… ummm… if Nat trusts you, then I do too. And it was good to meet you… and Jimbo… but I… uh… gotta go. So… see you later, Nat? And again, nice to meet you, Oracle.” 

His footsteps retreated from in front of you and you heard the sound of the door opening and closing before Nat burst into a fit of giggles. You turned your chair towards her, crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really Nat? You didn’t let him know in advance?”

“Hey, it’s not my story to tell, it’s yours. And besides, I wanted to see what you made of each other. Suffice to say, I wasn’t disappointed.”

“It’s a good thing I love you, Nat, otherwise I’d have to sic Jimbo on you.”

Nat moved towards you, and must have crouched down from the way her hand brushed your knee. You knew what she wanted. You scootched your chair back to allow her to reach under your desk. A satisfied huff from Jimbo let you know that Nat had found the sweet spot behind his right ear.

“This sweetheart? I’m more scared of you than I am of him.”

“Damn straight!”

After your less than stellar introduction to Bucky, it seemed that from then on you kept bumping into him. Or rather he kept bumping into you. Literally.

You were making your way back to your office from the bathroom, cane in hand, although you knew the route like the back of your hand, when something caught on the end of it, sending it flying out of your hand. A heavy body then crashed into you, pinning you against the wall.

“Shit! What the fu… Oh. it’s you! Sorry. Sorry.”

Oh, god!

“Bucky… could you get off me please?”

“What? Oh! Yes, yes. Of course… umm.” 

He pushed away from the wall, and you sucked in a deep breath. Boy, was the guy heavy. Part of your brain decided to tell you it was the right kind of heavy. You told it to shut up. 

Bending down you reached out your hand to find your cane, only to find Bucky’s hand - he was obviously trying to help. His fingers closed over yours, and you turned your head upwards in reflex.

“Bucky, you are not my cane. Do you have it there?”

“Yes… umm.. Yes, of course. Let me, just…”

Without any warning you found yourself jerked back to your feet. The sudden movement unbalanced you and your free arm flailed, searching for purchase. Which it found by curling into the fabric of Bucky’s top, bringing you flush up against his chest, pressed to him for the second time in that many minutes. That part of your brain started clamouring for attention again. It was telling you that this was actually quite nice, and that Bucky smelled wonderful. Then, to add insult to injury the rest of your body started to join in, a gentle throbbing starting from between your legs.

Jesus, you needed to get laid, or at least find time to schedule some ‘self-care’, if you were reacting like this to a frankly frustrating man you’d only ever met twice.

You pulled your captive hand free and let go of his shirt, smoothing down your own top to cover your discombobulated state.

“Well, thank you, but I was capable of standing back up myself. I just need you to pass me my cane.”

“Oh, right. Hang on.” You felt the movement of air on your face as he quickly ducked away, and then he was back by your side, pressing your cane into your hand.

“Can I… umm… walk you back to where you were going?”

“Well, I do know where I’m going - I’ve worked here longer than you but, sure, you can tag along. Just going back to my office.”

“Sounds good!”

You couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded like an eager puppy. Maybe he wasn’t so bad… no scratch that…

You were just about to set off walking again, when Bucky threaded your left arm through the crook of his right. You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes. It was obvious he meant well, but by the same token, wasn’t used to being around someone with a disability like yours. You lurched forwards as he set off walking, effectively dragging you along with him.

“Bucky! Stop! Wait!” He came to a halt and you bounced off his, very muscular, arm.

“What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you when I bumped into you?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that it’s actually harder for me to walk with you pulling me along like this. I need to walk at my speed, and use my senses. I’m a grown woman and perfectly capable of navigating the couple of hundred yards between the bathroom and my office. I do it every day.”

“‘M sorry. I just…” You held up your hand.

“... wanted to help? I get that, I do. But if I need help I will ask for it. Assuming I need help is ableism, pure and simple. I may be blind, but I’m not helpless. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. I’m already behind schedule.”

As you strode off down the hall, your cane moving from side to side in front of you, you did feel a bit bad for chewing him out. He did mean well, after all, but you’d had your fill of ‘helpful’ people - people who saw a problem that they had to solve for you, instead of trusting you to sort it yourself.

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the dejected sigh from behind you.

It would have been alright if that had been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Bucky seemed intent on helping you every chance he could. Unfortunately it just kept going wrong.

Like at a mission briefing when you were making your way to the table. You pulled out your chair and went to sit down, but suddenly it wasn’t there and you were landing on the floor with a shout.

What the fuck?

“Shit, I’m sorry, doll. I just pulled your chair out a bit further to make it easier and…”

You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the smell of his cologne and what it did to your equilibrium as he helped you back up.

“It’s fine, Bucky. But I was okay.

Like the time he accompanied Nat to see you in your office. He’d said hi, but nothing else, leaving Nat to check some mission intel over with you. But then you heard the tell-tale sound of hands patting thighs, and Jimbo brushed past your legs, followed by the sounds of canine mastication.

“Umm, Bucky… Are you feeding my dog?”

All was silent apart from the sounds of Jimbo snacking.

“Errr…”

You pinched the brow of your nose and tried to ignore the tremors of suppressed amusement from Nat next to you. You strode forward and somehow managed to swipe the offending bag out of Bucky’s hand.

“I thought he might like a little treat for being so good…”

“And that’s very sweet, but he’s not allowed treats when he’s working. And even if he was it’s good manners to ask. He could be on a specialised diet or something. If he gets an upset stomach, not only do I have to deal with being without him while he recovers, I somehow have to clean up doggy diarrhoea, which I can tell you isn’t fun when sighted, let alone blind.”

“Doll, I’m…”

“Yes, Bucky. I know. You’re sorry… You always are.”

You turned your back on him and went back to your chair, tucking the doggy treats into your desk draw and going back to your conversation with Nat. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice when Bucky slunk out. Nat, sensibly, didn’t say anything.

One thing about working for SHIELD was that for those that wanted, you could have accommodation to live in on site. You’d jumped at the chance - anything to do away with an annoying commute. You just had to walk from the main building to the apartment block.

Jimbo sat down at your side as you let go of the handle of his harness, and pulled your key from your purse. You opened the door and signalled for Jimbo to go in, then closed it behind you and hung up your purse, keys, cane and coat, before removing your faithful companions' reflective harness.

“Good boy. You did so well today.”

You walked down your hall and into your open plan living room and then halted as an unexpected smell assaulted your nose.

Flowers?

How and why were there flowers in your apartment?

“FRIDAY!” You called out the AI, a little louder than necessary.

“Yes, Oracle?” 

Damn Nat. And damn Tony.

You let out another sigh. You seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

“Are their flowers in my apartment?”

“Yes, miss. Roses and carnations. A large bouquet on the dining table. The roses are blush pink and the carnations are red.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“And did Sergeant Barnes put them in here?”

“He did, miss.”

You stalked back towards the door, grabbing your cane, coat and keys.

“And does Sergeant Barnes live in this complex?”

“He does. Would you like to know his address?”

You thrust your arms into your coat and pocketed your keys.

“If it’s not too much trouble, FRIDAY. I need to give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Sergeant Barnes’ apartment is 2C.”

Okay, so one floor up and third apartment along. Not quite overhead of you.

As you opened the door you felt a nudge to your leg. Jimbo.

“Good boy, but stay. I’m sure I can make my way upstairs.”

You gave him a pat and then walked out of your door.

You hadn’t been on the other floors of the apartment block more than a handful of times. Nat always came to you if you organised to hang out, and you worked mostly on your own, not having really made friends with many of your co-workers. However, you found your way to the elevator and rode it up to the next floor.

You knew that apartment C should be the second on the left hand side of the corridor, so you walked along that side, and used your cane to identify the first, and then the second door frame. Squaring your shoulder and mentally preparing yourself, because you didn’t really like confrontation, you raised your hand to knock and brought it down… on nothing.

No. Not nothing. A person. Bucky. You were confused.

“Why is your door open, and why are you standing in it?”

“Heard you coming, doll.”

“Oh…”

You could swear you almost heard the smile in his voice. Shit! Your hand was still on his very warm, very broad chest.

“You wanna come in?”

“What? Oh, yes. Thanks.”

You snatched your hand back to yourself as he stepped back and you walked through the door, using your cane to work out where he was.

“Can I take your coat, and cane? This apartment is set out the same as yours, more or less, and I can help you to the couch?”

“Umm, sure.” 

God! He was being so nice and considerate, which was going to make this more difficult. You could feel your frustrations evaporating by the second, and damn it, you wanted to stay mad.

You passed him your cane and shrugged out of your coat, then waited patiently for him to escort you. He moved to your left side, and this time he waited for you to start walking, gently steering you around his furniture until your hand made contact with the back of his couch, allowing you to find your own way onto it. As you settled onto it, feeling the soft leather under your fingers, you felt the other side dip. Bucky was sitting next to you, on your right, but not too close.

“So, what can I help you with, doll. Can’t say I expected you to turn up at my door.”

“Bucky, you broke into my apartment and left flowers in it.”

“Well, I realised I’ve been a bit of an ass, and wanted to apologise. And you never let me actually say the words.”

You sank back into the couch and mulled on what to say.

“You gotta realise that since I got this diagnosis when I was five, before I even understood what it meant, I’ve had people saying sorry to me all the time, and then trying to help me. Over and over and over. Running roughshod over my autonomy because I happen to have a disability. My brain works fine. I manage just fine. It’s just so frustrating and it’s hard for those without disabilities to understand.”

The silence between you stretched for a few moments, before Bucky started to speak.

“I…” You cut him off.

“Don’t you dare say it!”

Then you heard something you hadn’t before. A chuckle. Bucky’s chuckle. 

Deep. Velvety. Downright sinful.

“Wasn’t gonna, doll. But I did want to show you something, so to speak.” He took hold of your right hand with his own. “Can I?”

You nodded, wondering what he meant, but it all became clear as he raised your hand and placed it on his left shoulder. You could feel the soft cotton of his t-shirt, but where it should have been stretched over his upper arm and bicep it in fact hung loose.

There was no arm there.

Your mouth dropped open and you whipped your head up towards him.

“How did I not know?”

Your words were a strangled whisper, and full of shame.

“Dunno, doll. It’s in my file. Although I do have a prosthetic. A very fancy one at that. It gives me more than normal abilities, but I will admit, like any other amputee, when I get home, I like to take it off.”

“Nat never mentioned it.”

“Like she never mentioned you being blind to me?”

“Oh…”

You didn’t know what to say. You knew what it was like to be bombarded with questions about something so personal.

“Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, you know where I am.”

“I do, doll. One floor down and to the left.”

Your hand was still on his shoulder, and you felt a little awkward.

“I… well… I was wondering, could I feel what you look like? I mean, if you don’t mind?”

He picked your left hand up from your lap and lifted it up towards his face.

“I was waiting for you to ask. Go ahead.”

You placed both your hands on top of his head, feeling his hair. It felt long; tied back.

“What colour is your hair?”

“I’d say brown, but Nat says it’s chestnut.”

You hummed as you trailed your fingers down, finding his brow and sweeping your fingers over his eyebrows and round his eye sockets and cheekbones.

“And your eyes? What colour are they?”

“Sorta blue-ish grey, I suppose.”

There was hair on his cheeks and jaw, long enough to feel soft  against your sensitive finger tips.

You realised you were finding it hard to breathe. There was a tension in the air between you, a tension that you knew had been there from almost the beginning, but that you’d tried so hard to ignore.

Your fingers moved towards, and then traced across his lips. They felt plump, albeit slightly chapped and you found yourself wondering how they’d feel against your own. With your left hand still on his mouth, your right trailed over his chin, feeling a small divot. You smiled as you imagined using it in order to grip him, hold his face still.

You were just about to pull your hands away, when Bucky reached up again, and held your left against his lips, so he could press small kisses to your fingertips. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m gonna say it, doll. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was such an ass, and that I didn’t listen to you. I was stupid because I was trying to impress you. I wanted to show you how good I’d be for you, because almost from the first moment we met I was totally enamoured. You’re so smart, and confident, and I just felt useless. And then every time I tried to help I made it worse. Nat had to give me a talking to because I was just making a fool of myself.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his words.

“Bucky, I…” but it was his turn to cut you off.

“So, I’m saying sorry, and I hope you can give this one-armed super-soldier a chance to show he isn’t an ableist ass, because I’d really like to get to know you better.”

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to burst out of your chest, and you could no longer resist what your body and mind was telling you to do. You took hold of his chin, just the way you’d imagined a few moments ago, grabbing his attention.

“You’ve frustrated me from nearly the moment we met - I hope you realise that. Gotten under my skin in a way I couldn’t describe. I didn’t know why. Well at least, not at first. Every time I wanted to chew you out, I also wanted to kiss you. For trying so hard and so earnestly, but still getting it so very, very wrong.”

“You could kiss me now?”

Your lips twitched. “Smooth, Barnes. Smooth.”

“I like to think so…”

“Shut up.” You broke out into a full smile as you pulled him towards you by his cute chin until your lips met his.  

It was everything you’d imagined in your private moments. The warmth, the restrained passion. Everything.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, strands coming loose from his ponytail. His arm was wrapped around your waist… and when and how had you ended up on his lap? You didn’t care, you just wanted him to keep kissing you. When he finally pulled his lips from yours you ducked your head down to his neck, wanting to keep any kind of connection. It was like a dam had burst and you had no way of stopping the flood.

“Doll, you gotta stop. Please. ‘Cause I’m dying here.” He was panting. You could taste the sweat on his throat, feel his pounding in his chest, feel the firmness at his groin.

“You really want me to, Bucky? Or do you want me to help you dig your grave?”

“Oh, fuck, doll!”

In one swift movement his arm shifted to cradle your ass and he stood up. Your legs clenched around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

“I got you. I got you, doll. Just moving somewhere more comfortable, if that’s alright with you?”

“Sure is. I need space so I can ‘take a look’ at the rest of you.”

It was only a short walk to the bedroom, and he placed you, oh so reverently, on the bed. You pulled your top over your head and shimmied out of your work pants.

“I have no idea if this underwear matches - I was in a rush this morning.”

There was a rusting sound and the mattress dipped. Bucky took hold of one of your left hand and pulled it down so you could touch his, now bare, chest.

“You look like a million bucks, doll. Now, I gotta warn you. I got some pretty ugly scarring going on here.”

You brought your right hand up, and lightly stroked over the left side of his chest. You felt the edge of the scarring that started just above the nipple, raised and hard, which led up to cool metal which covered all over the shoulder area.

“Is this what your prosthetic attaches to?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, when it was first done, the people doing it weren’t concerned with the aesthetic of it.”

“Good thing I’m blind then. I don’t care.”

Bucky let out a bark of laughter.

“You’re incredible, doll.”

“And so are you. Now lie still, so I can take a good look.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Your hands roved over the rest of his body, feeling where his chest hair grew in patches around the scarring. When your palms brushed over his nipples he gasped and you felt him shift beside you. Impishly, you did it again, grinning when he let out a warning growl.

You took the hint, however, and continued your explorations, discovering the solid plains of his abdomen and feeling the strength within his core. No wonder he’d been able to lift you so easily, even with the help of his super-soldier serum.

When you finally ‘saw’ his cock, your hands gently learning the size and shape of it, every vein, every sensitive part, you heard his laboured breathing as he tried to control himself under the sweet torture of your touch.

“You’re so pretty, Bucky. I wonder how you taste?”

You bent over, and licked a stripe up the length of him, revelling in the sound of his indrawn breath. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but muscle memory was your friend. You traced the contours of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweat, the musk, the essence of him, before taking him into your mouth.

“Oh, God! Doll! I wasn’t lying. You’re killing me!”

You pulled off him with a pop.

“Don’t resist it, Bucky. Give yourself over to ‘le petit mort’.”

You returned to ministering to his cock, sucking strongly on the tip of it, while stroking the shaft with your hand. You teased his slit with the tip of your tongue, then swirled around the head. His whole body was trembling with tension and you could feel how wet you were, how aroused you were by the power you held over him.

“Doll, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

You wished you could see Bucky’s face as he came, but instead settled for reaching up to twine your fingers with his. When his hips twitched under you, you hollowed your cheeks, and took him as deep as possible, moaning low in your throat as he spilt down it. 

You continued to suck and stroke him through his orgasm, until he shifted under you, sitting up and dragging you up his body. You straddled his lap again, pleasantly surprised to realise he was still hard, pressing up against your heated core. He kissed you, licking into your mouth, either not caring about or enjoying the taste of himself on you. His hand pulled at the fastener of your bra, but this was obviously something he couldn’t do one handed, so you reached behind you, quickly releasing the offending garment and discarding it.

“I need you, doll. I need to be inside you.”

“Please! I need you too!”

You didn’t want to pull away from him, even to remove your panties, so you pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, before taking hold of him and guiding him to your entrance.

Bucky let out a gasp and fell back onto the mattress as he started to slide into your heat. Your hands went to his chest, looking for stability and leverage as you moved yourself up and down, drawing him into you, inch by glorious inch.

It felt so fucking good! The stretch, the slight burn. And you were also certain that it wouldn’t matter how long it had been since you’d last had sex, this, with Bucky, would still be mind blowing. His hand was on your waist, helping to keep you stable as you moved. You were so fixated on how he felt inside you, that it took you a few moments to realise that he was talking to you.

“You’re fucking glorious, you know that? I swear, tomorrow we’re gonna do this when I have two arms and I’m gonna take you apart. ‘M gonna fucking feast on you.”

You laughed and tossed your head as you continued to ride him. “Is that… fuck!... a promise?”

“Sure is! Gonna help you remember what stars look like.”

“Get that hand on me and you can help me now!”

“Yeah? You close, doll? I fucking hope so, ‘cause I swear ‘m gonna cum again, any second.”

Bucky moved his hand from your waist, sliding it between you and searching for your clit. You gasped, the bundle of nerves so sensitive, so engorged you knew it wouldn’t take much to make you…

You let out a loud whine, your body clenching down on his cock and your fingernails curling into the flesh of pecs as the pleasure washed over your body.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck! So beautiful when you cum. Gonna fill you up… you’re gonna have me leaking outta you for days…”

His words were cut off, becoming a shout as he came. And, fuck, he hadn’t been joking. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel the warmth of his cum filling you, and then leaking out of you, coating your thighs. It felt as though your orgasm just kept going as you rode out the aftershocks, jolts of pleasure continuing to shoot through you, just as you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more.

Eventually they stopped and you slumped forward onto Bucky’s sweaty body. His arm came around your waist and rolled the pair of you to lie sideways on the bed. Your eyelids drooped; you were so tired. You desperately wanted to sleep but…

“Jimbo!”

You tried to sit up, but Bucky urged you back down.

“It’s okay. You sleep, okay, doll?” I’ll pop down, take him outside then make sure he has his food, yeah? Then I’ll be back, ready to sleep next to you, all night long. That sound alright?

You smiled softly, high on dopamine and sleepy as hell.

“Sounds perfect, Bucky. Thank you for helping.”

“No problem at all, doll. No problem at all.

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-person of interest

itoshi sae x f!reader

contents: aged up characters, mentions of alcohol, drunk conversation, some swearing

a/n; i just realized that you do grow apart from your close friends even if you try not to and it feels like shit. yikes!

sae may not come to you directly and hold you, but the guy has been keeping his eye on you ever since he saw you gulping down alcohol along with your friends.

he tries not to care about what you do and the state you are in. but it is hard to do so when you are the only person he finds himself looking at. he even has some other girl with him and he swears he is trying to let the girl distract him. 

and he tries, again, to convince himself that it is because the girl is just talking about herself and not because you are stealing all his attention. he sees you dancing with some guy and he shakes his head and looks away to try focus on the girl and drinks. 

thankfully oliver joins them in their seat with two girls all over him, talking about his next game, trying to impress the girls who are already ready to kill each other for him. 

“gosh oliver, you’re such a charmer.” one of the girl says with high pitched voice as she playfully hits his arm while the man just laughs. sae on the other hand, getting tired of the scene rolls his eyes and shakes his head, unconsciously bringing his eye back on the place you previously were, just to find you gone from there.

“should we go to the dance floor?” the girl besides him asks, her hands wrapping around his own. he nods his head and gets on his feet to get to the dance floor. oliver shouts at him something about enjoying himself with the girl which he decides to ignore.

he reaches the stairs to get down when he finds you walking up. he also notices the guy behind you, trying to grab your arm. “i said i don’t wanna talk to you so just get the fuck outta my sight.” you angrily spit the words out, doesn't make the guy walk away though.

just as you are about to walk away, you find sae's eyes. he didn’t fail to notice how your eyes quickly soften at his sight, “sae..” his name falls out of your lips so softly, he might just have failed to hear you with the loud music playing in the background.

he takes his hand out of the girl’s grip and take a step towards you, “you okay?” the girl with him could hear how his voice got soft and not the normal cold voice he talks in all the time. she tugs on his sleeve to take him with her but he just ignores her leaves her standing there like a fool.

you’d have notice that and felt bad for the girl, but you seem to have got lost in his eyes.

your ex found you and did not leave your side, saying how he wants to get back together with you. during all his talking about getting back together, that jerk seems to forget to look back on his action and continue on telling the break up was on you.

“y/n, come on let’s get out of here.” your ex’s voice brings you back to your senses and you furrow your brows at him, “what the fuck is wrong with this guy..” you push your hair away from your face and fully turn to him, “do i have to spell it for you that i don’t wanna waste my time on you?!” you don’t realize that you raised your voice at him but he was already on your nerves and was not budging away from you.

“y/n-” he tries to grab you but before he reaches you, sae grabs his wrist and stands in between you and your ex, “that’s enough dude, get away from her.” 

clicking his tongue, your ex places an arm on his shoulder, “look bro, i’m not into sharing and this does not concern you. so get away when i’m telling you nicely.”

sae harshly slaps the hand away from his shoulder, “don’t touch me with your filthy hands. i don’t plan on being the nice guy so..” he took a step in front of him, looking down at him, “get the fuck away from her before things gets messy.” the words come out of his lips like a venom and your ex curses under his breath before walking away.

he turns back to you, face nothing like how it was just a second away, “did he hurt you?” he asks getting closer to you. you just shake your head and he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and leading you away. the poor girl from earlier left standing there, long forgotten.

he takes you to their table where you find oliver making out with some other girl. “get your half naked ass away from here.” the two look up at him and oliver smirks once his eyes land on you. “let’s get some drink, doll.” he tells the girl and walks away from the two of you after winking at sae.

he plops himself on the couch and extends his arm, “come on y/n, you must be tired.” you take a seat next to him, really close to him.

“ugh my head is spinning.” you rest your head on his chest and get comfortable. his body gets tense but soon relaxes, wrapping his arm around you, “yeah no shit. i saw you gulping the vodka down.” he chuckles, “do you want me to order you lemonade?”

“what’s the time?” he is confused at your question but he lifts his hips to take his phone out of his pocket, “it’s almost two. why?” you lift your head and grab the beer can on the table and take a sip, “it’s still early and i’m not leaving without my girls you know. i can’t just leave them here.” you take another sip of the beer.

sae sighs and takes the beer out of your hand, “you’re already drunk y/n. you don’t wanna puke.” you chuckle and link your arms with his and link your fingers together. sae does circular motions on your hand while you tell him about when your friend was puking all the way while going down the stairs.

“but don’t worry i have never puked no matter how much i drank.” you look at him, finding his eyes already looking at you with the soft look that is not a sight most people get to see. 

he smiles and caresses your cheeks, “there’s a first time for everything sweetheart.” you are shocked at the words coming out of his mouth but looking at his face, seems like he is also shocked at the words he just let out.

it’s not everyday, it's like never, he calls someone with sweet pet names.

your face brightens up and you get on your feet, pulling him up with you, “let’s dance.” before he could refuse, you drag him with you down to the dance floor.

you get in a less crowded spot and wrap your arms around his neck, dancing to the beat. soon enough he gets comfortable and holds you close to himself and fulfills your demand of dancing. 

you don’t remember how long you two are on the dance floor, “sae!” you pull his face closer to your by his collar to whisper in his ears since the music was too loud, “i’m tired.” as soon as he hears you, he holds your hand and gets you out of the crowded dance floor and take you to the bar.

he gets you a can of beer by your request. he opens the can before handing it to you and you take a sip of the chilled drink. you both then go back to the table he booked, which is now occupied by some random people who are too drunk to care, and rest your body on the railing as you watch people enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

since there are a lot of other, drunk people near you, sae comes besides you and rests his arms on either sides of your body, keeping you between his arms. you bring the drink up to his lips for him to drink, which he does.

(oh my gosh i need to tell y’all about this. i am writing this from what i’ve experienced and let me tell you about when this particular thing happened to me. so like i bring the beer up to his lips and he literally chuckles and brings his lips closer to my ear and says that it’s an indirect kiss. lmao thinking back about it is making me giggle. but anyways enjoy!)

“i never knew you were such a drinker.” sae says as he watches you drink your beer. you look at him, “well that’s because you never really knew me baby.” you smile cheekily and give him the drink.

you are a little too drunk at this point to be aware of your actions and you stumble on a table behind you. looking at the people on the seat, you notice that two of your friends are with the some guys. (please i hope you understand this cause idk how to explain it. but like ya'll are in like the balcony seats? and it is not so spacious plus the place is crowded)

“hey girl~ you really disappeared with sae huh?” one of them, ruby, says while wiggling her brows at you. you look over at sae who was talking with someone, while he keeps his eyes on you most of the time. 

one of the guy takes your hand and helps you on his lap. you being a lil' too out of your mind let, use him as the couch and bring your focus back to your friends, “yeah i don’t know what happened.” the guy offered you his drink, “drink it babe.”

your drunk self takes his drink and takes a sip before sae comes and grabs your arm, pulling you out of the guy’s lap, “i’m taking her with me.” he simply says and walks away from the group.

“where are we going?” you are barely keeping your body straight up so the poor guy has to hold you up. he has his one arm around your waist and the other holding your arm, leading into a more wider space. 

there is a empty table, no people and no bottle or any belongings, “somewhere we can be alone.” he leads you to the table and makes you sit on the couch. he sits besides you and you rest your head on his chest, sleeping on him.

“tell me if you want a drink. don’t drink off of some random ape looking guy’s glass.” he strokes the hair strands falling onto your face away.

you lift your head and look at him, face so close that makes you tempted to kiss him, “why do you care anyways?” he doesn’t say anything and just looks at you. getting lost in his eyes, you close the gap between the two of you and let your lips land on his.

for a few seconds, sae goes still but just as you’re about to pull away, he holds you jaw and kisses you back. you move closer to him, almost sitting on his lap as your hands get tangled in his hair strands. 

he brings his hands on your hip, lifting you to make you sit on his lap. you pull away and look at him. he cups your face and strokes your cheek with his thumb, “why do i care y/n? wish i could answer you but i don’t know myself.” 

his forehead rests on yours and you lift his chin to make him look at you, “you get close to me and just when i think things are going well, you get distant. i don’t know what to think of that sae. you really confuse me.”

you maybe drunk but you know what you said, words are coming out of your lips on their own but they are all the things you’ve thought about for a long time. you might just regret this all tomorrow but for now you did not think about that.

“i.. i need a certain answer sae. it’s either you want to be with me or no.” he knows you are drunk but he can sense the seriousness in your tone.

“i do want to be with you y/n. i really do. but then i fear that if you get too close to me, i’ll lose you. and i don't wanna lose you-”

“sae you are not as bright as i thought you are.” your words make him confuse which make you chuckle, “i can’t believe we are having this conversation while i’m drunk.” you cup his face, “you need to give us a chance, sae. not everything goes the way you want but you should at least see how well we do together. we might need some time with each other, but that’s just how it goes.”

he sighs, “are those your genuine words or is it the alcohol speaking?”

“these are my genuine words. the alcohol is just giving me courage.” you look at his face, “don’t make me regret what i just said tomorrow.”

he chuckles, “i won’t, don’t worry y/n.” then he kisses you, really kisses you. it was so sweet and so perfect like it was meant to be.

you pull back with a smile, “i can’t believed i just had that conversation drunk.” chuckling, you rest your head on sae’s shoulder, “take me home?”

“sure thing princess.”

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WIP Zutara Month Challenge: Scarf!

Finally! I can Finally share something that I have been holding off for a while!

Ever since the Live action (Be it good or bad or however you see it, I personally thought it was good and need to talk about it more, but any who~), I - like any other Zutara fan - fell in love with the scarf scene. I watched clips of it and it just just hits in the feels!

But... for the praise of it, I do personally feel like it could have been a bit longer or fleshed out, at least with the scarf and the moment that they met. I honestly thought there was a scene cut because in one scene Katara is facing one way, Zuko is right behind her, but then she is directly facing him. So I am fairly certainly something was cut, but that is okay.

Because if gave me this snippet! Enjoy!

Katara in her hurry to find Jet to get answers left her both on high alert but open to any prying eyes. Eyes that seem to recognize her from anywhere in his travels.

Zuko saw her from afar and can tell she is in a hurry. Maybe to find something for the Avatar. He needed to follow her. He pulled his own scarf over his nose to keep his face from being discovered by her. He knows she will recognize him otherwise.

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Katara glanced around for any signs of Jet in the crowd, bobbing and weaving like she was ice dodging in the south again. Dodging people was no different. That was until a cabbage cart cut her off. She staggered a moment as she bumped into a stranger that she did not expect to be there. A tall, strong stranger from what she can tell. A male from his hands that braced her fall. And he was warm, extremely warm.

Katara is quick to pull away from the stranger that surprised her and looked up at him. He was wearing light colored browns and white fabric would not draw attention normally. However, everything except for the right side of his face was covered. As if to hide something but his right eye was still visible.

Enough for Katara to notice the color of his golden eye.

They shimmered like the sun on the water at sun rise. Or as she noticed in the real world, gold that had melted in a pool of flames. They looked at her softly before pulling away and adjusting herself, trying to look anywhere but his eye. “Sorry,” she managed to say. “I am not used to big cities.”

Zuko wanted to say something. He could feel his words on the tip of his tongue, demanding to know where the Avatar was and that she would take him to him. But his mind was stuck on how blue her eyes were. And how soft she was in his arms, and the chill of the south did not seem to leave her after being miles from her home. She seemed anxious; the crowds seemed to put her on edge.

Zuko recalled their village in the south, and how much smaller it was from this city. He understood better than anyone how scary and nerve wracking it could be to miles away from home and yet developed the sense of how to navigate the city. He needed to say something but when her eyes returned to him, staring right into his soul for some reason that he lost his ability to think clearly.  

He opened his mouth and finally said: “It’s nothing. Just be careful.” His voice was lower than usual and muffled to keep her from hearing his voice, and a low rasp of his voice came through the fabric on his face.

Katara blinked as she heard this stranger speak, and a chill ran down her spine. She wanted to say something else, but she suddenly saw Jet with Smeller Bee. She looked at him and nodded curtly before excusing herself to hurry after them.

Suddenly, Zuko’s mind finally caught up as he realized he was going to lose the waterbender and his clue to the Avatar. He reached for her but missed her arm. He had the scarf in his grasp, but he is not cruel to use a scarf to choke someone. But something else happened.

As he had the scarf fly from his fingers, one of the strands caught on his nail and arm brace before it freed itself from the tug of her pulling it close. In that second of it caught on him, Zuko could feel a shiver down his spine. He paused as he looked at his finger, the pinkie finger specifically, and felt some kind of lingering tug in his nerves. His breath stuck in his throat.

Zuko gripped his hand before he pushed down that confusing rush that sent his heart and mind a blaze to continue his mission to follow her. Ignoring the raging fire in his heart.

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 Zuko managed to find Katara talking with some bushy haired mess of a man, lanky, but still has some muscle on him. Certain a heart throb for anyone, Zuko will admit to himself as he could see why she was in a rush if she was trying to meet him. He wondered if they were about to meet for a date, feeling jealous for some reason.

However, that idea was dismissed as their voices and body language looked like they were arguing about something. Zuko wanted to inch closer to hear but he knew he would be seen easily. It did not stop the raging urge in his blood to get that man to back away from her. He could see she was tensing up at his remarks and looked ready to cry but determined not to as she threw the scarf down and hurried away. The man looked at it a second before reaching to grab it before the second person with him urged him to hurry, making him forget about the scarf.

Zuko knew he needed to follow Katara, but he could not leave her scarf behind for some reason. He managed to see where she was going and when the two other people left, he quickly grabbed her scarf and stuffed it in his vest. Not sure why he had the urge to do it, but maybe it would prove to be useful for him.

~~

Challenging the Avatar in the Earth Kingdom’s territory was definitely not Zuko’s brightest idea. But he definitely regrets it as he saw his uncle basically surrendered himself to let Zuko escape. He knew uncle could take care of himself normally, but to he surrounded by the guards like he did, Uncle Iroh was good as captured and would be sent to the dungeon. Zuko cursed under his breath as he realized he had to find a way to save his uncle. Even if it meant losing his chance to capture Avatar, he would not lose his uncle.

He hurried through the crowd and tried to find anything to hide his face in case any of them saw he was the true culprit. Suddenly he reached into his vest and found the scarf that the waterbender had before. He looked at it a second, standing still a moment as he looked at it more. Out of all the things that could have fallen out of his vest or on his person, this should have been it. But it was not.

It stayed for some reason. This blue scarf stayed and Zuko was not sure what to make of it or why in the deepest part of his heart that this made him happy that it stayed. Lapis blue eyes flash in his mind as he looks at the scarf and seeing how worried she was. Zuko wondered if she was okay in all of this or if she might have gotten captured by the Earth Kingdom too.

However, he did not have time to think as the crowd kept pushing and people were starting to notice him standing. He huffed and began to wrap it around his head and face, hoping it would help him keep a low profile. But in Zuko’s heart, he cannot stop the beating of the fact this scarf stayed with him making him wonder if this was fate or just dumb luck. And hoped some of that would help him save his uncle.

Hope you enjoyed and more snippets to come!