#thinking about this and making myself more feral with every new possibility

[moonjxsung]

Here’s a heavy hard thought, who do you think would eat you out after cumming in you/who would make out with you with their cum still in your mouth after a blowjob?

My first thoughts were Chan, Minho and Hannie.

Han because that man would be into anything and he’s a dirty boy.

Minho would probably kitten lick it out of you to kinda tease/overstim you more.

And Chan because at this point in my mind Chan would be into anything and everything, would probably turn feral after making out with you while still tasting himself on your tongue 😭.

But I’m wondering about the other boys. I feel like they would maybe heat of the moment make out after a blowjob, or if you mention how it turns you on they try it just for you. Or for a special occasion like when your domming and command them to eat it out of you and then make out with them swapping it bewteen each other and they just unlocked a new kink.

Sorry this is long again, I tend to ramble, but I would love to hear your thoughts on this, both on the three I mentioned and the other boys.

Stay safe 🧡🥰

-🧡anon

One thing about this concept is that it’s going to do it for me EVERY TIME 😮‍💨😵‍💫 something soooo hot about a guy who isn’t afraid to taste himself especially when he’s already finished inside you SSIKXJDKDJDJD anyways here are my thoughts….

Chan: Definitely into this. Will try anything and everything like you mentioned. Probably shy to bring it up to you at first because he’s seen it in porn or something and doesn’t want you to think less of him. But you’re the one who gets turned on at the idea when he implies it by lowering to your filled cunt and giving you the look. Definitely goes a little too rough bc he’s so into it and coaxes another orgasm out of you until you can’t walk anymore. Makes it a force of habit every time after.

Minho: Another one who’s into this but tease the HELL out of you. Kitten licks like you mentioned, and then before you can finish again he’s pulling away wiping his chin like “ok, done!” You have to BEG him to keep going because now you’re almost cumming again and he can’t just stop. Also purposely doesn’t do it every time because he wants you to beg for it. Makes a big habit of exchanging his release EVERYWHERE too… will cum inside your cunt, kitten lick it out of you, make out to spit it back in your mouth, make you spit it all over his cock and suck it off him again. A little insane if I do say so myself (in the best way possible).

Changbin: Is into this but only with spitting. He’s not so much into tasting himself, but he does give me the impression he’d like you to let him cum in your mouth and then spit it back in his hand to stimulate you. Likes watching you tuck your hair behind your ears while you spit his milky cum back into his hand so he can slather it all over your cunt and help you get to your release. He’d also get off on hearing you describe the taste or hearing you gargle it because there’s so much of it… just a fiend knowing you’re so full of his arousal.

Hyunjin: LOVES this shit. Particularly loves kissing after he’s finished in your mouth. He goes insane to watch his own cum dripping down the sides of your mouth while you kiss him open-mouthed and drooling. His plump lips look so so so pretty covered in his own cum and he goes feral when he watches you swipe it off his lips and force him to suck it off your fingertips. He might’ve blown his load but watching the cum exchange he’s hard all over again and can go at it for another few rounds.

Jisung: Listen… Jisung has definitely tasted his own cum bc he’s a total perv. But when your fingers are slick with his cum and you ask him to suck you clean, he’s gonna play dumb about it. Acts like it’s weird and gross when in reality he’s already hard again and he makes the most whimpery noises when you shove your fingers down his throat anyway and force him to taste. He wants to do it every time after that but he’ll continue to play dumb about it “my cum is dripping out of you but we don’t have any clean towels… should I just… lick it out?” And you can just answer by shoving his face down into you and giving him what he wants. If he’s engaging in locker room talk with his buddies he’ll never admit to it for whatever reason even though he’s so obviously a sub sometimes and loves being degraded by you but he secretly loves it.

Felix: Will do it in the right conditions only. If you guys are really going at it, all sweaty and breathless and fluids dripping everywhere between you two he won’t hesitate to pull you in for a kiss and taste his own cum on his lips. But otherwise he’s not going to initiate it. Prefers to get cleaned up right after he finishes and wants to cuddle or make out when it’s done. If there’s already cum on your mouth then sure he’ll taste some, but he really likes the cuddling to be comfortable and non-sexual after you’ve already gone at it for so long, so he prefers to just let you clean it off and spoon him.

Seungmin: Not into this, but if you are he’ll degrade the hell out of you for it. “You want me to taste my own cum? Haven’t I given enough attention to your pussy?” If you’re really hot and bothered about it he’ll use his fingers or just fuck you with his cock again, but he’s really not one to taste himself. Also makes you spit it out before making out again and won’t indulge you in a kiss if you don’t. He’s not kink shaming or anything, but he does derive a certain amount of pleasure and amusement at the fact that you’re into something so filthy and you have to beg him for it. You definitely might be able to convince him by watching porn together and showing him exactly how you want it.

Jeongin: Does this shit randomly and laughs about it when he comes up for air again. You’re already tired as fuck, legs spread dripping with his cum and he just goes for it and laps it out of you like a starved animal. “Jeongin what are you doing?” But he’s already halfway inside you with his tongue and it feels heavenly. Not even mirroring porn or anything, it’s just a sick idea he has and wants to try spur of the moment. He’s not going to initiate it again and you’ll have to ask him politely. Weirdly he’s a little averse to the idea of doing it a second time “Again? I don’t even know why I did it the first time” but if you want it enough, he’ll do it again.” Very sweet about it but skilled with his tongue.

[wildgirllz]

this is super random thought that i had about Bucky, i shared it to people before but never put on asks/requests... so could you write something like this?

Imagine you getting a new roommate. Or should I say roommates because you did not expect Bucky would move in with certain adorable fluffball named Alpine. You don't mind though, you always wanted a pet but never had the chance to adopt any. And having Alpine around feels like she's your pet as well.

Your relationship with Bucky wasn't the best or the worst. It was neutral. Mostly because Bucky himself was quite reserved. He is either not at home (possibly in some sort of mission with Sam) or he's curling up with Alpine somewhere within the shared apartment. But that don't mean that y'all are not secretly pining for each other ;)

One day, you came back home from work to see Bucky pacing around anxiously. Turns out Alpine was missing, he can't find her anywhere. So they decided to went out to search for her.

You found Alpine first, she was being chased by an unleashed dog. Your poor baby was running for her life. Not thinking twice, you try to catch up with her and scoop her up to your chest before stumbling on the ground. You ended up hovering over the cat, protecting her from the feral dog. Indirectly getting yourself bitten/scratched on your shoulders, your back, any spot that was exposed to the dog. You were bleeding due to the unrestrained strength from the dog's attacks, but you mind was more concern of the cat in your arms.

When Bucky saw this. How you were literally sacrificing your body for Alpine; well he almost went full winter soldier mode. Like... no one touches "his girls". No one. But he managed to hold it back (cause we don't want to hurt the doggo) and of course, saves the day.

And the next following days were just how Bucky clings to you and do every little thing for you so you don't have to lift a finger when he's around.

You pull out your mug, he would take it from you and get your coffee done before you could stop him. You open the cabinet door in the storage room, he'd take the vaccum out before you could reach out to it. He made sure that your breakfast, lunch and dinner was on the dot; of course he was the chef of all the amazing dishes served to you.

It was nice and all at first but its not like you were paralyzed or something. And its been nearly 2 weeks. Your wounds were almost healed. You wanted to do something at least but apparently Bucky thinks that you needed rest.

So you kinda raised your tone, "i can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now? Whats next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet you'll help me to get off? Cause god forbid I can't even turn on a fucking vibrator because I'm 'severely injured ' "

You were spouting all the things that you thought he wouldn't have the guts to do, just to make him stop doing literally everything for you. But turns out he was more than willing to do exactly what you just proposed.

Maybe he don't even need to use the vibrator. Maybe his fingers were enough, or his mouth, or his cock.

This is how I imagined it in my head, but feel free to write in your own way though! Have a nice day, love ♡

Girl look at that request 💀 you’re insane

Here you go!! <3

(I most definitely did not do your request justice im so sorry)

Let Me Do It Myself

It had been nearly two weeks since you saved Alpine from the unleashed dog, and Bucky had been hovering over you ever since. At first, it was nice to have someone taking care of you, but now it was starting to feel suffocating.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to work on your laptop, but Bucky kept interrupting you. Every time you tried to do something, he would jump up and do it for you. It was driving you crazy.

"Bucky, please," you said, exasperated. "I can get my own glass of water."

"I just want to help," he replied, looking at you with concern.

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I need to do things for myself. I'm not helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay, I understand. But if you need anything, just ask."

You nodded, relieved that he seemed to be getting the message. But over the next few days, he continued to hover, always ready to jump up and do things for you. You were starting to feel like a burden.

One evening, you were making yourself a sandwich when Bucky walked into the kitchen.

"Let me do that," he said, reaching for the knife.

"No, Bucky," you said firmly. "I can make my own sandwich."

"I just want to help," he repeated.

"I know, but I need to do things for myself. I need to feel like I'm not completely helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, I understand. But please be careful."

You rolled your eyes. "I will."

As the days passed, you tried to assert your independence, but it seemed like every time you did, Bucky was there to pick up the slack. You were starting to get frustrated.

Then, one day, you snapped.

"I can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now?" you said, your voice rising. "What's next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet, you'll help me to get off? Because God forbid I can't even turn on a fucking stove because I'm 'severely injured.'"

Bucky looked at you, his expression unreadable. "Is that what you really think of me?"

The passion between them was palpable, the tension wrapping around them tight like a cord in the small bedroom. The thundering rain outside its windows provided the perfect background music for their highly charged moment.

Bucky Barnes had just crossed a line, pushing his luck with pushing the boundaries of her patience, and now he was paying the price. She was angry and she had every right to be. 

'You always do this,' she said, her voice tight with frustration. 'You always think that you know what's better for me than I know for myself.'

'No, I just,' he stumbled over his words, her anger turning him on. 'I don't want you to get hurt.'

She huffed in response, pushing his chest away from her and not even trying to hide her scowl. He stepped back and let his hands slide off of her body, feeling the loss of her warmth instantly.

She knew that her frustration was only turning him on more, which only made her angrier. She wanted to take control of the situation.

' You don't get to make decisions for me, Bucky,' she said, her voice softer this time around, though still firm with her assertion.

He swallowed, his throat actually running dry, his body responding in a way that only she could make it. He stepped closer to her, his hands sliding around her waist before he pulled her into him. 

She expected him to say something in response, not to take her in his arms and bring his lips down upon hers.

Their mouths moved together as if they had done this a million times, each stroke and caress of their lips only making them hungrier for more. His fingers ran up her back, squeezing her closer and further teasing her already sensitised skin.

The taste of him consumed her, making her forget why she was even angry with him in the first place. He let out a groan of satisfaction as her hands ran through his hair, both trying to deepen the kiss.

Finally when they did pull apart, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes connected, neither wanting to break the contact.

He leaned down again, his lips running down her neck, her moan vibrating through his body as he left a trail of gentle kisses. She arched into him as his tongue ran over her collarbone, his hands exploring her body as he moved lower. 

He groaned when his fingers touched her between her thighs and her body instantly reacted, pressing against him, desperate to feel the pleasure his hands were giving her.

He pulled back and looked at her, their eyes still connected as each of them tried to take the other in. His face was filled with admiration and appreciation as he said, 'You're so beautiful.'

He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her again as he lowered her onto the bed, his body following hers as her hips moved against his. For a moment, he paused, his lips still connected to hers, a question in his eyes, asking for her permission. 

Her eyes answered for her when she let out a soft moan, pushing herself against him even more, pressing his body into hers. 

He responded by pushing himself in, their bodies melting together as he started to move, his hips moments surging upward with each thrust. His hands still moved around her body, both bracing for the intensity of the pleasure, and caressing her soft curves, taking in the sensation of her body against his.

'God, you feel so good,' he said, his words barely audible over her moans of pleasure.

The intensity built as they moved together, each of them finding their release moments later, Bucky burying his face into her neck and calling out her name as his orgasm swept over them.

They laid there, their bodies still connected, until finally Bucky rolled off of her and laid on his back next to her. 

He reached over and gently brushed her hair away from her face, a satisfied smile gracing his face. He paused for a moment, just taking her in, before finally speaking.

'I'm sorry for trying to make decisions for you,' he said softly, regret laced into his voice. 'I just want to take care of you and make sure that nothing ever hurts you. I love you.'

“I love you so much, Bucky.”

[actuallysaiyan]

Please Please(Uchiha breeding kink headcanons)

warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex, biting, smuttiness, possessiveness, Uchiha smutty goodness. a/n: This is inspired by @beneathstarryskies trying out a new format, so I had to try it out for myself. Part 1 of 2. Contains Shisui, Sasuke and Obito.

Shisui

Shisui never realized just how badly he needed to breed you until he came inside of you for the first time.

It was a mutual thing. It became the norm every time he fucked you. But the more you did it, the more he wanted you pregnant.

Shisui is loving and thorough, but he can be quite rough and passionate. It’s just within his nature.

“That’s my good girl.” Shisui pants as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve actually cum. Tears are streaming down your face as you try to catch your breath. Shisui chuckles softly and he presses a kiss to your chapped lips. That fucked out look in your eyes makes his cock throb., and he has to look away before he blows his load too quickly. His face burrows in the crook of your neck. Those fast thrusts continue, filling the room with your skin slapping.

“If only you knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do you know that you’ve made me addicted to this?”

You whine and nod your head, but then you aren’t really sure you know what he’s talking about. Shisui bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry.

Shisui is still shuddering minutes after his orgasm. And it doesn’t take long for his cock to get hard again.

Sasuke

Sasuke doesn’t want to admit how badly he wants to breed you. It’s just not really in his nature to talk about this.

The thought alone of this one act drives him insane. It’s just overwhelming. It makes him want to always be balls deep inside of you.

He gets feral. He needs the stimulation. He craves being that close to you. If you had a baby with him, it would be the ultimate act of your devotion to him.

“Shhh, take another load for me.” Sasuke mumbles, kissing you frantically.

You’ve been on this mattress for hours now. The air is so hot and thick. Your mouth is so dry, and your voice so hoarse. But Sasuke has so much more to give you. He needs this so badly. It feels like it’s been forever. He hates how much he’s been avoiding this. All to keep you out of his feelings. Sasuke wishes he could just be honest with himself sometimes. But it is so thrilling for him to be able to have you like this.

His cock pistons into you over and over, making you gasp and whimper. It’s too much. His thick head keeps bullying your poor sweet spot. His pubic bone brushes against your swollen clit with every thrust. You hear him chuckle darkly from time to time, and you know he’s just torturing you. Sasuke could have you cum a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. There’s nothing better than your tight little walls trying to swallow his cock whole.

“Going to fuck a baby into you. You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Sasuke grunts as your walls pulse around him. “You’ll have no choice but to stay by my side.”

Obito

Obito didn’t even think he’d get the chance to love again, let alone the chance to have sex. It opened his mind to new possibilities.

You’re meant to be his little assistant in the Akatsuki, but really you are just a cocksleeve and Obito enjoys that a lot.

He doesn’t care if you’re only meant to be a stress reliever, he’s fallen for you so hard. He’s going to do all he can to get you pregnant.

“Obito, please. Slow down.” You plead but it falls on deaf ears. Obito is much too invested in his own pleasure at the moment.

He’s already made you cum. Now it’s his turn. He feels so fucking greedy when he just uses your little hole for his own pleasure. But Obito knows he’s not a selfish lover. He’ll make sure you get yours. And boy, did you ever. Obito will have you shuddering and shaking, but now that it’s his turn to cum, he just wants to rut into you over and over. He wants your little walls to squeeze his cock so tight. It’s all he thinks about when he’s not around you.

“Don’t be a brat. I want to cum now,” Obito says, and he thrusts into you harder. You cry out, your nails digging into his back.

His hips snap so quickly, you can barely catch your breath. His large hands hold tightly onto your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust. He’s never been so deep inside of you before. Something has just snapped deep inside of him. He’s going to get you pregnant this time. He has to. He wants it more than anything. He’ll think he’s an absolute failure and disappointment to his clan. This is the one thing he can do to prove he’s a true Uchiha.

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna fill you up!” He growls, and with a loud roar, he spills his seed deep inside of you.

If this doesn’t take hold, it’ll just turn into a longer round the next time.

[bookshelfmonkey]

Thanks for the tag @storkmuffin :)

Are you named after anyone? Not my first name, which I just chose because I liked it, but one of my middle names is Bowie (as in David Bowie).

When was the last time you cried? A couple of weeks ago, when I was feeling completely overwhelmed by the state of trans rights globally and especially in the UK (where I live) and the ongoing tragedies happening as a result. (Sidenote: it's weird to me how little I've cried since starting T, I used to cry multiple times a week and now it's every few months)

Do you have kids? No.

What sports do you play/have you played? I swam for about 6-8 years as a kid but always kinda hated it, and eventually quit when the dysphoria became too much. I did football and badminton on and off too, but was never really good at anything (asthma & possible dyspraxia & hypermobility etc.). Now I'm trying to run and work out mostly just to stay healthy. I'd like to get back into swimming but can't really afford to go to a pool regularly and I'm scared to go by myself. I also go to a lgbtq+ football club weekly when I'm in my hometown (my friend started an under-18s one which I used to do too and it was pretty much my only positive experience of sports).

Do you use sarcasm? Rarely, and only with close friends where we mutually joke like that with each other.

What's the first thing you notice about people? I actually don't know. I think most of the time I'm too caught up in the anxiety of meeting someone new that I'm more focussed on myself.

What's your eye colour? Bluey grey.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I'll watch some scary movies but sometimes they just make me too anxious to enjoy them.

Any talents? I can read pretty quickly with good comprehension (I like to take my time when reading for fun, but as an english lit student who always has a fuck ton of essays and shit to read, it's handy), I can bake really good gingerbread, and I'm weirdly good at immitating people's walks (the same way some people can do voice impressions).

Where were you born? A small city in south west england (not saying more than that for safety/privacy).

What are your hobbies? I read (a lot); I write fiction, poetry, book reviews & TV show reviews (see pinned post on where to find some of these); I embroider and sew; I enjoy baking and cooking but don't do it much atm because I don't like my flatmates so I spend as little time as possible in our kitchen where I might see them; I like going for walks but it can be difficult to get out into nature without a car (ironically) and sometimes I just solve number puzzles/do maths for fun.

Do you have any pets? Yes, this idiot (affectionate). Technically she lives with my parents, but still. Her name's Pepper and she's a generic black cat (it's hard to work out breeds of cats and she's an adopted former stray so there's no breeding history or whatever).

How tall are you? 1.72m

Favourite subject in school? It alternated between english literature and maths.

Dream job? Author/forest wizard/please don't make me enter the workforce (I'm a uni student atm)/I don't know what I want to do with my life.

@yourlocalcorvidcryptid @autisticfordprefect @feral-enfield-with-wifi sorry if any of y'all have already done this and I missed it.

[critter-coded]

I'm honestly questioning myself from scratch for a while. I want to feel entirely confident in what I'm calling myself, but that doesn't make me less of a therian either.

I'm going to be entirely transparent for a moment as an adult, and explain sort of my feelings and why I've felt so wishy washy with my labels lately. I don't feel that I "owe" anyone an explanation, but I do feel that others may relate.

I've been trained for 22 years be a human.

In elementary school, I answered "dog" for what I wanted to be when I grew up, while everyone else wrote doctor or lawyer. I didn't fit in. You can't strive to become a 'dog'. I was bullied and excluded relentlessly, but it didn't stop me until teachers started calling my family about it. I began to feel shame for the first time, and suddenly found that my recess time was spent sitting in time out. Playing with ants wasn't okay. Digging in the playground wasn't okay. Eating without utensils wasn't okay. I think about her all of the time, and how sad she must have felt to be punished for unharmful behaviors and told to "fix" it. I didn't know how.

Middle school is when I started to experience dysphoria. It wasn't gender dysphoria like I thought for a long time. It was species dysphoria. The experience of developing breasts didn't feel correct. Animals, even mammals, don't have them like I do. Bras made me feel feral and I always tried not to wear them. It got me sent to the office more than once all because my chest wasn't as small as some other girls'. My clothes were no longer acceptable either, and I didn't want to wear what everyone else was. More exclusion if I didn't choose to follow the rest.

High school was the worst. I was fitting in finally, but my mental health struggled horrifically. I had no safe avenues anymore to deal with my stress. I couldn't voice that I didn't like something without aggression because I couldn't use animal behaviors anymore. My clothes scratched, my bra itched, my grades struggled. I was in the counselors office more than I would like to admit. My family was in disarray and I felt caught in the middle of it all, with no way to be anything but human. My girlfriend at the time knew I was a therian since I finally found the word to describe how I felt, but she relentlessly held it against me and shamed me anytime she wasn't happy which was often. At some point, I ended up in the ER with mental health concerns and in therapy accordingly. Nothing seemed to help me though.

College was fine. I kept my head down and just tried to get through my work. Socializing felt damn near impossible, but I was managing. I don't know what I would have done if the pandemic didn't happen, moving me online for 2 years. I finally had a last ticket out of my parents' house, and I had found a boyfriend who loved every bit of my crittery behaviors. It was a good time for me to finally try and rediscover myself, but that fell apart when I graduated.

My home state drove me out by cost alone. I moved the same month I walked the stage with my degree, and I had a job already lined up. I was excited for the money, freedom, and new experiences. Soon though, that turned into a complete loss of my nonhumanity. I am now working 8 hours a day where I have to behave perfectly around everyone. I drive 1 hour to work and 1 hour home. I have to cook and clean and run errands. I need to shower and lay out my clothing for the next day, then try to get 8 hours of sleep. Where do I find the time to be an animal anymore? On the hiking trails, everyone is watching me. In my dreams, I'm a human worried about my finances and my social interactions. I feel lost a lot of the time as my animalistic behaviors are sometimes limited to a single hiss in traffic, wearing a tail while I cook or clean, or a very short nap in a hammock outside where my neighbors can still see me.

I'm trying to reconnect with myself, but there is little time and space. It is entirely possible to be an adult nonhuman, but I am finding that it can require dedicated time set aside in the day. If you're feeling disconnected from yourself, I think it's worth asking: when did the disconnect begin? Was it really a month ago? Or has it began decades ago when people told you you're not normal, that you won't fit in, and that you'll fail. How does a dog know what makes it a dog anymore if it has been trained to speak human, work like a human, spend time outside like a human, drive as a human, and so on.

Be gracious with yourself and give yourself dedicated time to be an animal. You are not broken or wrong or stupid. You need animal time as a therian to be healthy, happy, and focused. You need animal time to give yourself a break from a world not willing to adjust to your behaviors. You need animal time to feel like yourself, and to connect with your roots. You're nonhuman even if sometimes you wonder if you still are, if you struggle to stick with a label because you can't remember what you actually feel like, and if you can't find the time some days to be nonhuman.

You are still authentic. You are still real. You are deserving of joy and comfort. Be the little critter you are.

I'll probably make some self care idea posts more geared for adults and older teens sometime soon to directly address this issue. Even without a label, I still plan on being active online as much as I am active offline. ♡ When a label feels like it best suits what I'm experiencing or want to focus myself around, I'll announce it.

[entomolog-t]

Are there any other types of G/t stories you would like to make? Like other genres or something?

Oh Goodness- there are so many. I have quite the backlog of ideas I want to play around with, but I really want to write something to completion before starting on new ideas.

These are a few that I am committed to doing eventually.

These are all working "titles"/concepts

Measure of a Man : a shrinking story based off one of my prompt posts where there's a societal innovation to incorporate shrinking technology with the general public for highly specialized jobs, and general sustainability. A man trying to make ends meet for his family and do whats right takes on a specialized job that requires him undergoing shrinking. He doesn't like the idea, but is committed to giving everything for those he cares about. He doesn't anticipate the humiliation- he sacrifices so much of what he values in himself for others, yet find himself the butt of jokes, his previous authority dismissed, loses his ability to be physically there for those he cares about. A very angsty story of morality, duty, the exploration of masculinity, and finding ones place in the world.

How Tall is ___? : Another story based of one of my brainrot prompts. After a series of funny conversations, a group of friends realize none of them can agree on one of their friends heights. They eventually discover their friend has the ability to shrink/grow at will and uses for his own convenience. As of right now its just some silly dude bro slice of life comedy.

Cursed : [Redacted cause this is gonna be a massive project and I wanna keep it spoiler free]

Title pending : A story about an entomologist and their deaf intern stumbling onto a colony of fairies. Story splits into two distinct storylines as the pair get separated. Adventure romance with some shrinking

Title Pending: Possibly could just be an au, but - feral giants. Due to an unknown reason, people have suddenly started growing- but the transformation seems to be extremely traumatic, causing a lot of damage to higher thinking/functioning, leaving the giants relying mainly on instinct, vibes, memories. If the giant perceived you as a threat when they were human, they may act out in fear or aggression, and have become a significant threat to society. They are essentially very large an dangerous animals, with moderate intelligence.

Title Pending: I WANNA DO SOMETHING WITH BULLY/NERD +SHRINKING SO BAD.

One Missed Call: Gonna keep this vague cause the meet cute on this is gonna be juicy. Borrower. Terf war. Mad Max semi sci-fi.

Theres a few more, but I wanna keep those to myself for now until I have a better idea of how I wanna write them.

I'd like to aim for finishing a fic every year, but that may be lofty. We shall see. I have so much I want to write and it just keeps piling up😭

[babyhatesreality]

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 1

Pairing: Mafia!Boss Bucky x f! reader

A/N- Deep breath. Promised myself I would jump and publish this today, so here we go. This is a completely different story than any of the others I’ve written. Please read all warnings before proceeding- this is not the universe you’re used to me writing in if you’re familiar with my other stories. THIS IS NSFW, REPEAT, THIS IS NSFW. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER OR THE STORY. It’s my first time publishing anything in this world, let’s see what happens. There is a lot of world-building in this chapter, just hang with me, okay? And for the record- I fully support anyone who chooses to use their body in whatever industry they choose. You do you, babe, and I love you for it.  

Warnings for this chapter: f! reader, reader is an exotic dancer, some slight angst, swearing, fake names. 

Story Warnings: Mafia Boss Bucky and all that comes with that, and a lot of smut, slow burn relationship. Reader has a pet name that she will primarily be referred to as through the story, but there will be a moment of Y/N. 

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Chapter 1

Flash ‘em that sweet, seductive smile....and done. Music fades- thank god. 

The crowd went nuts. You turned like you were going to exit, stopping to slip your thumb along the side seam of the tiny black lace thong you were wearing- just about all you were left wearing at this point- and a downpour of dollar bills fluttered onto the stage as the roaring of the crowd grew. It technically wasn’t against the rules to make them THINK you were going to take the thong off- just as long as you didn’t actually do it- and it always got you more tips. C’est la vie. You fluttered your fingers over your shoulder as Rhodey announced your stage name again over the mic, and you made your exit to uproarious applause. 

You managed to suppress your eye roll until you were back behind the shimmery silver mylar curtain. Sprite the stage hand darted out to gather your clothes and tips as the lights dimmed over the runway you had just vacated. You snatched the robe you had left on the hook back there and quickly covered up. It had been just your luck to draw the short straw tonight and have to perform to “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. You used to like that song, but ever since you had to take this job, you’d come to hate it. All the women who worked here hated the song. They heard it every freaking shift. But there was something about it that just made their clients go feral. So every night, someone had to dance to it, and tonight had been your unlucky night. 

You stretched your neck from side to side, trying to keep the frustration inwards and off your face. You’d been told many times by the other girls that you wore your heart on your sleeve. You’d always been a highly emotional person, acting on your feelings first. So you worked doubly hard to keep up the smile while you were onstage. The girls who smiled and played nice always made more money. And god knows you needed that money. 

You had moved to New York City with the same big dreams every kid in the midwest had. You were going to be a professional dancer. Maybe in the ballet, maybe a Rockette, maybe on Broadway. You didn’t care where- you just wanted to dance. You’d thrown your life into training since the age of four, taking any and every class you possibly could. You’d placed top of your rank in competitions, gotten leads in your school recitals and musicals, even gotten a scholarship- nothing could stop you. Except the harsh realities of trying to be a working performer in New York. 

That’s how you ended up at Voulez Vous two weeks ago. They were advertising for specialty “dancers” and you had been desperate, not having had a gig in at least a month with rent being very much due. Voulez Vous was the most upscale strip club in New York City. Much to your surprise, you’d loved it instantly. This place was fantastic. Clean, professional, positive work environment. A lot nicer than some of the other dancing gigs you’d gotten. Taking off your clothes wasn’t that big of a deal to you, especially after some of your...past extracurricular activities. And you still got to dance here- after a fashion. 

They treated each other wonderfully. Most of the other girls were friendly and sweet. Natasha Romanoff was the best boss you’d ever had; kind, loyal, but firm and no nonsense when she needed to be. The pay was incredible, not to mention the tips. It was the only way you were surviving in New York while still trying to go on as many auditions as possible. The late nights of your job made it a challenge, but you were determined. So you put on a carefully crafted and seductive smile every night, pretended you were onstage at Radio City Music Hall, and danced your heart out while dropping your clothes on the stage. So your dreams had to change a little; you could do this. 

But it didn’t change the fact that dancing to ‘Cherry Pie’ still SUCKED. 

Just as you angrily tied the sash of your robe, Gamora came up to you, a sympathetic smile on her face. She held out a bottle of water to you. “Thanks,” you said, trying to force the fake smile back on your face. Gamora and you had become close over the past two weeks- she was sarcastic and sweet, with a fierceness that you could only envy. 

She huffed a kind laugh at your attempt to hide your feelings about getting saddled with ‘Cherry Pie’. “Sorry that you ended up stuck with that song tonight, but girl, you KILLED it,” she said, taking off her own robe and hanging it on the hook yours had just recently occupied. “You have got to teach me that leg thing you do. They are losing their damn minds every time you pull that out.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s becoming my signature move,” you said, a little proudly, trying to keep up the smile. “I wasn’t sure where to throw it in- did it work on that high note part?”

“God, that was perfect timing. You nailed it, baby. And now, just think! You’re out of the drawing pool on that song for at least a week!”

That cheered you up instantly, causing you to actually smile. She grinned back. “Atta girl,” she said, gently slugging you on the shoulder. “Listen, rumor has it there’s a new round of dancer auditions over at Zemo Studios in a couple days. You should totally go.” Before you could say anything, Rhodey announced Gamora’s number. “Thank me later,” she hissed with a grin before bursting her way through the silver mylar curtain to loud cheers. 

You shook your head, but couldn’t help smiling. Gamora was always looking out for you, even on those days where you weren’t so great at looking after yourself. Sprite came hustling offstage, narrowly avoiding Gamora and handing you a wad of crumpled bills. “Here you go, Miss Angel,” she said with her typical mischievous grin. She looked like she was about twelve and straight out of Neverland, but Natasha had assured you she was overage and just incredibly genetically lucky. You smiled, peeled off a ten, and handed it to her. Sprite’s grin grew- you always tipped her well.

“Thank you Sprite,” you said quietly, then made your way back to the dressing rooms. You were so focused on turning the bills the correct way and putting them in monetary order that you nearly ran right into your boss. 

“Whoa,” Natasha said, grabbing you by the shoulders so you didn’t collide. You looked up quickly, nervous. “Where’s the fire, babe?”

“Oh shit, sorry Ms. Romanoff,” you gasped, both from the surprise and the immediate guilt welling up in you. You should have been watching where you were going, idiot, you hissed at yourself. You nearly plowed your boss over, moron. What if she thought you were intentionally being rude or disrespectful or-

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” Natasha laughed, trying to calm the panic on your face. She knew that you were still nervous after only being here two weeks. She rubbed your arms kindly. “And please- call me Natasha, okay? I promise it’s alright.”

“Right. Sorry. Again.”

“No problem. C’mere, I have something I need to tell you,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder to the dressing rooms. You tried not to be nervous- the boss wanting to talk to you mid shift never seemed like a good thing, but Natasha was cool as a cucumber, so it couldn’t be anything that bad, right? You followed the petite red head into the small dressing area. As soon as the door was closed, she immediately turned to face you. 

“Okay, I know you’re still new here, and I don’t want to freak you out, but...you’ve got a booking in the VIP Champagne Room. Right now.” 

Your heart stopped. Oh god. The Champagne Room. You knew the club had a whole section of them but you had never been booked in one yet. Your nerves went into overdrive and turned your veins to ice. 

Natasha took the wad of money out of your hand and sat you down in front of the dressing room mirror. She began delicately fixing your hair and your makeup from all the hair tossing and sweating you’d done during your number. 

“Trust me, honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s not nearly as bad as what you’re thinking, okay? I know the guy, you’re going to be safe with him. Just...try to make a good impression, alright? He’s a frequent flyer around here. He does this with all the new girls. He likes to introduce himself, and talk to you a bit. He just wants to get to know you and make sure you’re doing okay. That’s it.”

“Uh huh,” you said faintly, staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to will the nerves away as she pulled you out of your seat, and draped a sheer lace wrap dress around your body. “Just...get to know me?” you asked quietly, hoping she’d understand what you were trying to imply. She stopped and faced you with a gentle smile, knowing you needed reassurance right now.

“The rules for the Champagne Room are always in place, no matter who it is,” Natasha said firmly, taking your ice cold hands in her warm ones. You vaguely noticed that her hands were a bit calloused- surprising on such a quiet, gentle person- but your brain was much more occupied with what she was saying. “They keep all their junk in their pants at all times. They are not allowed to touch without your consent. You can take anything- ANYTHING- you want to off, but only if YOU want to. They can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to do more while you’re in there, that’s your choice, and yours alone. But you are not required to. Consent is still alive and well in my clubs, and always will be, thank you very much,” she added with a little grumble at the end before letting you go and draping a fake diamond necklace around your neck.

You knew it was true. At least 3 people got tossed out every night for touching or trying to touch the performers. No one touched Natasha’s girls without their say-so. “And,” she added, as she touched up your lip gloss. “Fury will be right outside the door. If you need him, you just say the code word and he’s in the room with you immediately. But you won’t need him. Like I said, I know this guy. He wants to talk and that’s it. I swear. So just be your good girl self, and you’ll walk out of that room in one hour with more money than God.”

Before you were even close to ready, you found yourself outside the pale pink door marked ‘VIP’, Natasha whispering encouraging things in your ear that you barely heard. This was the most luxurious of the rooms in the place, so whoever it was definitely did have money, like Natasha said. You tried to remember that this was apparently a ‘thing’ for whoever this was, and tried to banish the self-hating thoughts about why anyone would pay so much money just to spend time with you. The fake diamond crusted Fuck-Me Heels you were wearing gave you confidence; fake confidence, but hell, you’d take anything you could get right now. You took a deep breath, reached out, and turned the gold door knob. You entered the room. 

And your heart began to beat in a way it never had before. 

Sitting on the expensive blue velvet chaise lounge, nursing a tumbler of bourbon, was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen in your life. The deep, ocean blue eyes caught yours immediately. Neither one of you moved as you locked gazes. His dark brown hair was cut short, nearly buzzed on the sides, with just enough on top for you someone to run your their fingers through. There was no hint of stubble on his jaw (that could clearly cut glass- it was that defined), like he’d just shaved. He was wearing an off-white suit with a black shirt, patterned with gold. His left ankle was propped up on his right knee, patiently waiting. His black leather-gloved fingers were gracefully curled around his glass, and his eyes stayed locked on yours as he slowly brought it to his sculpted and expressive mouth. After a long sip, he set the glass down on a crystal coaster sitting on the table next to him. And he gave you a seductive smile.

“Good evening, Miss Angel,” he said. The timbre of his voice made you want to both melt and snap to attention, all at the same time. There was something so...intriguing about his tone. Dominant. The notes of his voice that said this wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with, but...something more too. Something deeper. Something that made you want to melt to your knees and  bow at his feet, but prove yourself too. It was the strangest dichotomy. And you couldn’t figure it out right now- you were too busy gaping at him. “And how are you tonight?”

Suddenly remembering that you were at work and here to do a job, you recovered your own seductive smile immediately, although it was nowhere as near panty-dropping as his was. “I’m wonderful, thank you,” you purred demurely, causing the corner of his mouth to pull up. Good. He wasn’t entirely immune to your charms either. “And how are you, Mr....?”

The gorgeous man brought a gloved finger up to his lips for a moment, rubbing them as if he was thinking. He looked over at his tumbler of bourbon. “Nick,” he finally said. 

“Just Nick?” you asked shyly, determined to stay on the right foot with this guy, no matter how mind-numbingly hot he was. He grinned as he stood up, and looked back at you. 

“Ol’ Nick, if you want the full name.”

“Ol’ Nick?” you repeated in disbelief. There was no way this man was what anyone could consider “old”. 

“Yup. Ol’ Nick. Like the devil. Figured since you were “Angel”, I’d give you a name that matched yours. A...worthy adversary, if you will,” he said, one eyebrow bobbing up in a challenging way. 

A challenge. Hm. That sparked something in you. 

“How kind of you,” you said, letting your eyes twinkle at his mischievously. “I love a worthy adversary.” The corners of his gorgeous lips pulled up even more, seeing that you were playing along. “So what can I do for you, Nick?”

To Be Continued....

Chapter 2

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

If possible, may I request ❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜ for the maestro Antonio? Thank you! ^^

Moving at the speed of light writing lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: minor religious themes

To gaze upon the heavens, one must look up from the hells. That is how it feels as he lays upon his makeshift bed as you slowly lower your hips to meet his hips. Tonight they sneaked away from a party to be alone. The twinkle in your eyes, the way your eyes stayed locked on his, and your coy smirk spoke for you.

The way you lead him to the wine cellar, this romantic corner you have been planning for weeks presented to him, he thinks your excitement outdoes his.

“Tesoro,” You smile as you sit on his lap, “Are you sure?” His hands on your thighs and remaining there, gripping it even.

“Quite,” Your hands sliding up the dress shirt, “Unless you aren’t ready. Then I will stop—” The Violinist grabs both sides of your shoulder before pulling you down for a kiss, the kiss that leaves rocking forward on his lap to taste as much as him and he does with you. “Antonio.” The parting makes you feel like something, a piece of you was taken away.

“(Name).” Taking you once more. He sits up to allow you to take off his suit coat, then the shirt is ripped open from your need. Oh, it seems you are the one who is going to rip clothes off tonight. Then you are close to feral, biting his throat and around his collarbone, his chest free to grab and leave bite marks. He laughs as you toss off his shoes and pants.

“What?” Already you have a hand in his boxers.

“It is nothing but,” Lifting his hips to push down his boxers once more you toss his clothes to the floor. “I expected myself to be the… Eager one.”

You chuckle as you admire your prize, “Shall I behave disinterestedly?” His cock twitches as it becomes semi-hard, “Maybe just use you for a quicky?”

“Do not dare.” Now that is a voice you never heard.

You lick the side of his cock, it grows harder in your hand, “Hmm.” Humming against it as if you are considering his words. “Maybe if you behave.” Another long lick from the base to the tip.

His hair moves with his head as he throws his head back, a long groan from deep within his chest. His hands gripping the many-layered blankets on the floor. “(Name).”

You love how he says your name, like a prayer song from King David, you moan as you take him further in your mouth. It is bigger than you prepared for. You only can take so much, not like that stops you from taking more and making tears well up at the corner of your eyes. All of it is worth it to see Antonio not holding back his moans. Those are like music.

“More.” His hand is on your head petting your hair like one does to a pet.

Oh, you give more. You give everything to him tonight. Your body's for him to make sweet music with, he is your dance partner to perform a private show.

And it is only midway when you both are in the fog of pleasure and patience.

“I'm simply enjoying the view.” Grinning in a fashion that you know is not his own.

You sink further, the tendrils of his hair, like snakes slithering up and around your body. “Antonio,” He fears he is hurting, “To think I can draw the devil out of you.” You like this a lot, “Go on, there is nothing I can't handle.”

A challenge both demon and man want to see you hold up to.

“It's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty.” You say as now he is completely inside of you, “And so big. God, you feel amazing.”

“As do you, mi tesoro.” His most treasured love, “A masterpiece none can compare.”

“Hm, keep talking and I must cum just from you talking.” Not like he going to let you but that idea is saved for another time. Right now he wants-- No, needs to ravish you. The dance you had him be your partner in was torturous, and though he stuck to his word to wait and he would not complain about it, he is grateful to be the one under you witnessing and moving along with you in this new dance you want with him. You are gleeful, charmed, and charming; you rather enjoy the duality he has between a man who wants to make love as a man and the demon that controls the tendrils of his hair. It does not feel like hair though like it usually does, it feels cold, hard, and smooth; everything but hair now.

“Yes, harder.” You command and he obeys by not only switching so he can gaze upon the angel he has captured for himself, but he also lifts your legs higher driving himself deep inside of your heat.

“(Name),” The one man who can say your name like a prayer, a confession of his latest sins, “You feel amazing.”

“Not bad yourself, love.” Out of breath, you both laugh, “A piece of me I longed for... I fear my heart is completely yours, maestro.”

[runraerun]

helloooo :3 i have this lil idea that i’m kinda (absolutely) too lazy to write myself but i saw ur interested in adding to jack/harper and so i wanted to give this to you :)

concepts: chuck won, jackharper, jack-centric with harper pov, samwena on the side optional but envisioned in my mind

plot: harper tracks jack down post 15x19/15x20 (your choice, i’ve gone back and forth) OR to the bunker and meets sam (and dean if you’re going with post 15x19) and thinks Something Is Wrong when jack isn’t there. so she starts doing some magic and investigating. of course she originally wanted to kill and zombify him but… when she finds him she realizes he is Not the man she was obsessed with. which makes her quite pissed and curious because how could he change so fast?

rough aspects: a redemption arc that doesn’t start out with that intent, witchcraft and bonding with / life lessons from rowena, more on her past, hunting down jack, her wanting a family and companionship but going about it in the wrong way, harper using her innocent looking face to her advantage

side note: in my head she’s covered in blood or using bones in her craft in the opening scene to mirror rowena’s entry.

just an idea in case u ever get bored and want her to be a lil feral for bad -> good reasons. I hope this was at least fun to think about!

— hw

Oh boy! My first ask on this blog and it's about my new obsession that I'm currently spiralling over! Hurray! I'm so very into the Chuck won theory. I know some people get personally offended by it, but I think it really changes the whole vibe of finale for the better, because it effectively turns it into a horror show, especially for Jack.

I would LOVE to see Harper team up with Rowena (I may or may not have something in the words regarding this), and try and rescue their boys.

Also, the whole Harper using her innocent/beauty to her advantage while also being a total agent of chaos, carrying around scrying bones, graveyard dirt, virgin blood, and possibly a skull from someone who may or may not have been her ex-boyfriend. Feral, scary, unhinged, all while being pretty, feminine and flashing her thousand kilowatt smile like, "who me?;)" I LIVE FOR IT. I also really dig the idea of her not accepting that Jack became God, like "ummmm so he said he's *everywhere* now? in every drop of dust or whatever? Lame. he's supposed to come with me to the farmers market tomorrow, not be *everywhere*. I gotta talk to him."

And then immediately recognizes that this Jack is not her Jack. Galaxy brain or no, this is someone pretending to be Jack.

Ahhhh I love it. How ironic that it would be Harper potentially saving everyone just because she's like "hmmmmm no, no one tries to kill my boyfriend except me, got it?:)"

[doing-something-unholy]

I hate having to bleed once a month :(

Im gonna think abt Monsignor Pruitt being a freak(affectionate) abt it to make myself feel better 🥴

This turned into a fic oops

Cw blood, period sex, mild dubcon/cnc?

———

Like if I happened to be working nearby, in the church or the rectory, he could probably smell the blood, it'd drive him crazy not knowing where it was coming from. Until I take a break, settled on the couch with a mug of tea and he is just staring from his desk, his head whipped up the instant the smell hit him.

He's a little concerned that I've apparently been bleeding all day until the penny drops. But God help him that scent has been driving him wild, and he's hungry. The exact source of the blood doesn't really matter to him, and if I'm bleeding anyway, it'd be a waste not to...

Father Pruitt gets up from his desk very slowly, moving towards me with the silent grace of a predator locked on it's prey. I jump when his hands land on my shoulders, luckily my tea is almost empty at this point. He takes the mug gently out of my hands and puts it aside, and before I can complain he's on his knees in front of me. The sight makes my protest die in my throat.

His eyes are shining, golden pupils blown wide as his hands part my knees. He's staring at me so intently, watching the blush rise in my cheeks as he hooks his fingers in my waistband and pulls down.

Father Pruitt only says one thing. He can smell it. He leaves the implications there as he bares my lower half and leans in, taking a deep breath. He'd normally like to draw this out, treat his partner gently, with a little romance, but he's starving. He dives his tongue in and moans at the combination of blood and arousal. He's already enthusiastic about eating out, but making it literal like this makes him downright feral. It certainly takes my mind off the soreness and cramps, just holding on to the arm of the couch and his hair for dear life, trying to stifle the noises I'm making.

He's holding my thighs open, so much stronger than he looks since being brought back, leaving brusies shaped like his fingertips. He's so relentless and I can't squirm away from the fierce attention, it's not long before I'm cumming in his mouth. Father Pruitt is delighted to realise the muscle contractions push more blood out, so his new goal is getting me to cum over and over so he can drink as much as possible from me.

The overstimulation is almost too much to handle, I'm damn near crying from how it's so good it hurts, but Father Pruitt won't let go or stop until he's done with me, determined to get every drop.

It's not until I give in and go limp under his brusing grip and relentless mouth, submitting to the pleasure, that he shows mercy. Though it might have more to do with him simply running out of blood and needing to breathe. He pulls back panting and entirely too smug. He wipes his face clean and leans up to kiss me, whispering praises and telling me how good I was for him, so obedient, so generous to sacrifice my comfort for his nourishment. Gently holding me until I can stop shaking from the too-many-orgasms, and making sure I'm okay, helping me get dressed again and letting me rest curled in his arms until he has to go to mass. ❤️

...that got long haha whoops. Do i dare tag the main fandom tags? I think i do 😏

[landwriter]

🦅 and 🤗 for the fic asks?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? I usually have a sort of jot-note thing figured out but it often includes dialogue, specific descriptions and actions, etc, as much as plot stuff. Even when I'm pantsing something, if it starts getting long I'm gonna inevitably have THOUGHTS which is unfortunate because I have no MEMORY so the outline/notes are kinda an absolute necessity. When I write without I'm topping out at like, 1K, and frowning very hard while doing it hahaha

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started? Well, I'm new to fanfic writing myself - I finished my first fic in mid-October. So I can relate to the getting started part, but can't say if it's good advice or not lmao. What's really helped get my feet under me more so far is:

Read widely across genres - for me, the sound of language is so inspiring. Fuck with poetry. Crack some sci-fi. Listen to Beowulf being read. You will also be exposed to SO many cool craft-based bits and bobs - structures, mechanisms for suspense, character development, etc.

Be patient with your ideas* - I wait as long as possible before writing something because I want the idea to be as large and hungry and champing-at-the-bit as possible before I start making it real. It's also so much easier to make changes when you don't have stuff written already, and it feels better to stop and let things percolate when you're not already 3000 words deep (although that happens and it's okay too). The more I know an idea and what I want to do - even if it surprises me later - the more confident I feel during the process and frankly us brand new fic writers need every gram of it we can get!

Be patient with your writing too - you might be slow as fuck, dude. Slow as FUCK. That's okay. You'll speed up but only if you keep chipping away and engaging in the act of writing. I know. Brutal.

Follow your gut and your happiness! Do the weird stuff you've never seen. Do the self-indulgent stuff you've seen a thousand times before. Trust yourself. Honour your tastes and preferences above all else. Which leads to:

This might be a mildly hot take but you don't need fandom spaces or other fanfic to write, and you're more likely to develop a singular and interesting voice if you let your writing develop outside of them and be influenced by other sources too. It's appealing, when new to something, to try and embody Correct Form and Conventions. But I think you gotta know what you want from your story more than you know what people will expect from it. I would challenge you, no matter what you're writing, to try and put out of your head what fic is 'supposed' to look like or sound like - honestly, you've probably read enough that it will inform you regardless even if you're not trying consciously to embody it. So let go of the product and get neck-deep in the process. Get weird! Get sexy! Chase that idea down like the feral fucker you are! And fucken send it!!!

*for the research-inclined I will pointedly note you also have to know when it's time to START writing - this isn't a paper that needs cited sources (unless it is, then please send it to me, I'd like to read it) - it's a story WITH and BUILT UPON information. Push yourself out of the nest when you sense you're dawdling and give 'er. You can always fill in bits later! I promise!!

Lastly - you are NEVER TOO OLD / TOO LATE / TOO ______ to start writing. Never ever, I swear it. If you're thinking about it, do it. Don't wait for permission or encouragement or a sign from above. There's at least one story inside of you. And I want to read it!

(fanfic writer emoji ask)

[nimblelizard]

I genuinely enjoyed seeing everyone's reactions. Imma say a few words below the cut!

Starting off hot with Fuego, omg is she one of my favorites to watch when things go down. Even though she is about the same age as Rey and Serif she seems so much more interested in all the possibilities she has as a kindred. Everyday she is learning something new she can do or how she can use her power and Aabria does a phenomenal job with showing and not telling. Her body language is *chefs kiss* I could go on forever about how talented Aabria is but I alas that's not why you're here. Not only that but the realization with Rey and how she wants to tame that type of feral power was so eye opening to knowing now what Fuego is looking for as a kindred. It's a great way to see that she is still a ventrue at heart even if she disagrees with a lot of people in power.

Now Isaac, let me just said ALEX WARD YOU ARE DOING SO GOOD. I love love love the attitude that this character has towards the party. He has been around long enough to not allow them to try and push him around when they are in the wrong. But he is also very good at not coddling them like in labn the coterie had to do with Annabelle. He wants them to learn the hard way essentially and it's such a good perspective to see. It is hard to not step in as a player when you think something could go poorly for another pc but seeing him just sit there and watch things transpire takes a lot of willpower that I admire quite a bit! Not only that but Alex has been coming in with some great lines so far this season! I can not wait for him to unravel a bit more, it's so entertaining to see a kindred lose their cool.

Oh Rey. I love you and your poor choices <3 BUT IM SO HAPPY HE WENT INTO THE PIT OKAY? I absolutely love to see the more physical struggle that he has with his Beast compared to Fuego and her mental struggle. Every ep he has to fight it back and I love that he is still trying to figure it out. It was a one time deal of "oh it will never happen again I will control myself" no! He. Is. Struggling. And that's so important for pc development! You can't always win! I'm so glad Joey is playing Rey this way. It gives the character so much more dimension. Plus who doesn't love an impulsive character? They are usually the ones who help push the plot forward. Can't always talk pretty and get things moving. (But also that frenzy was hella hot I won't lie)

Now Serif is the one I am honestly most interested about when it comes to her home life and sire. She obviously has a lot of issues with free will (especially since her mom seems to be a ghoul) and it comes across so well in Mayanna's acting. Not only that but removing herself from situations that she dislikes or upset her is so good! It's nice to see a character who knows that making a big deal about you being upset in the heat of the moment won't fix the problem. She needs to blow off steam and redirect her feelings until she can talk about it more freely. I need need need a one on one conversation with her and Isaac. I think they have more in common than they realize and could probably benefit from just talking to each other about what has happened so far. Anyways, I am so excited to see where she goes, because as of right now I love her! (Not only that she seems to be the one making connections more on a lower level than the others which is such a plus. Get those thin bloods on your side girl!)

[blindmagdalena]

Hey! Couldn't resist popping in after your tag about even the possibility of Phantom!Homelander fic. If the inspiration hits, I'd love to see it! It's a lot of fun injecting Phantom tropes into unexpected territory. I've kind of been doing that myself.

The thing I'm dragging on is Homelander x sound-based supe OC (one of the many Vought prospects who didn't pan out due to their questionable training methods) who takes some cues from Christine (Leroux probably). He hears her singing one night and, well, that's it. Her voice just takes him. What follows after some good, old-fashioned stalking sessions is a confusing mix of Homelander wanting her to embrace her powers while also wanting her for himself, and the question of whether or not that's even his call to make. And of course, an exploration on the potential for romance under such conditions as they examine some of that juicy Vought trauma.

So aside from obnoxiously plugging the thing I have stuck in fic hell, I just want to voice heavy approval for any kind of Phantom/Homelander combo that may or may not happen.

okay, i NEED that fic. you majorly had me at Leroux!Christine. i had a similar thought regarding him being torn between wanting her in the spotlight, wanting CREDIT for her, while also being so maddeningly possessive and jealous that the thought of having to share her with the world makes him feral. i'm undecided on whether i'd want to do modern or like, a 1920s new york setting, but i know i want to do homelander deformed/masked, though he vehemently denies any sort of imperfection. claims to stay masked exclusively for identity purposes. not the half mask, something more like the full eye mask they use on the logo, but make it match his costume more. i'm thinking the deformity might be something that was caused by Vought's experiments, or it could be a side effect from just how much V is in his system. maybe it's gotten worse over time. i like the idea of writing him as he is, but with the added layer of horror, anger and anxiety over this deterioration he is experiencing. also we all know i love the 'stranger than you dreamt it' fit scene, so i gatta include that! i don't know if i'd do reader or oc for this one, but i love him fixating on someone from a distance. doing horrible things to make her dreams come true once he learns of them, and using it to bring her closer to him. i want to find a way to include the duality of him being both her angel and the phantom haunting the shadows in her life. someone who, to her face, she knows as a hero and benefactor, while also committing atrocities behind the scenes.

anyways, i'm just spitballing here. it would definitely be a longer project, but i've done a PotO au in pretty much every fandom i've ever been in, so... it's par for the course. LOL

[the-force-awakens]

Top 5 Poe scenes and why !

I've been staring at this ask. Staring at it. How can I possibly just break this down? I'm going to break this down and I'm prob going to go just a little feral over it so buckle in kids.

let's start with “who talks first, you talk first, I talk first?” because that moment rewired my entire fucking brain. No hyperbole, no exaggeration, from the bottom of my heart I swear I felt something shift in my head at that exact very moment: not only was it the moment I privately thought to myself "oh I'm in love", it was the moment I realized this was a star wars made for me and that I would utterly adore this trilogy (I was right). But more than that, this moment is so important to me because it was the first time I'd really seen anyone have my sense of humor/sarcasm that... simultaneously wasn't a dick? Poe wasn't rude or mean or a jackass that had a few redeeming qualities that makes us tolerate him for the sake of humor --- no, this guy was defiant and courageous and did the right thing and was kind and self sacrificing and reassuring, all while being snarky and sassy and that was absolutely and utterly everything to me.

when he hands Terex over to Malarus in the comics. I'm beating a dead horse but I'll scream about this moment forever!!! Because it is in fact the exact opposite of what you'd expect someone like Poe would do, and he does it. He asks for a minute to...boast, really, rub Terex's face in the fact that he lost. And then knowingly, willingly, hands Terex over with the full knowledge the First Order will likely kill him without even a single uttered vocal protest towards it -- and, as far as we can see in the comics, doesn't dwell on this or what it means for him. It's perhaps the most personal thing Poe has ever done, because it doesn't really boil down to anything to do with the Resistance or his duty or responsibilities or selflessness: this is him looking a man who's made his life a living hell in the eye and coldly telling that he failed, and that Poe is not only still alive but he will burn down the regime Terex once believed in and aligned himself with. Fucking DELICIOUS I had to walk it off when I first read it. Incredible, showstopping spectacular.

the moment in 'before the awakening' when he meets Leia for the first time as an adult, for no other reason besides the fact that the boy goes through every stage of grief over the fact that he's soaking wet and smells from a long flight when Leia Organa is standing a mere few feet away from him. Once again, another moment that made me fall a little more in love with him.

THE ROOFTOP SCENE IN TROS WITH ZORII. Not only is it a neat and subtle parallel to Leia in ROTJ, it's also one of my favorite moments because it's one of the rare times we see Poe actually be vulnerable in the films, where he does at last drop that (oh so similar to Leia's, you'd think it's woven from the same cloth) mask of bouncing back from everything to focus on what needs to be done, and we see how much he is afraid: afraid that the ideals he has dedicated his life to was not only shunned by the New Republic but also by the entire galaxy. And, as @buckyisdisabled pointed out, when Zorii offers for him to run away with her, you can see how badly he wants it. All in one moment, you see the push and pull between Poe Dameron: the duty and responsibility he's sworn himself to, and the secret desire to just...travel the galaxy with someone he loves with a few adventures along the way. And how, between the two, he can never ever put his own desires over his duty. Also he looks very pretty and I love the dialogue in the scene...also seeing as I interpret Zorii as being autistic but had to grow up heavily masking because of the generational cycle she was caught in, her quite LITERALLY and metaphorically dropping her mask/guard around Poe uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. kills the Nym.

the hand touch scene in tlj because that was another moment when something shifted in my head? Not so prominent as before but it was the moment it clicked, even so long after reading the comics and BTA, that Poe and Leia were not just General and Commander, not just mentor and protege, they are each other's family. The mother who lost a son, the son that lost a mother. The way that he walks away from Rose and Finn, still listening and ruminating over their plan and if he should support it and whether or not he should even step back into the role as leader — especially when this would mean him having to stay behind (because no way in hell is he leaving Leia) — so soon, goes over to Leia and watches her for a moment, his shaky exhale and the way his hand tremors as he settles it over hers oh-so-carefully, his thumb twisting into the fabric of her sleeve (he does the same when she's on the gurney immediately after the spacing), gathers his resolve to do what he knows is right given the information and take a risk, the way Leia's theme doesn't just play over Leia's shots in this scene but carries on over as Poe walks back to Rose, committed now, embracing his role as a leader? Chef's kiss baby. I cry every time.

[talenlee]

March 2024 Wrapup

Well, let’s see there, gamersmen, what was March all about, now it’s over? Did you check the blog daily? I update it every day. That’s a lie, it updates itself every day. I try to limit myself to writing one thing every day now I have a good solid track laid out in front of me, but there’s always something new here every day. I bet you didn’t see all of them. Oh, you did? You liked the days of March? Well name every one.

What did I write about in my Story Pile articles? Welllll,

Skip & Loafer, a romantic anime about not a romantic relationship!

Bee & Puppycat‘s comics, which left me with an eerie sense of helplessness

Buddy Daddies, a 2023 high water mark anime, in that it’s just mid

the Stephen King movie-of-a-novel Christine, about a powerful woman who is also a car that… fucks?

But hey, you don’t just come here to see me talking about media like some kind of movie blog, despite… my doing that… now… for literally years. Weird. Wild. I sometimes think about how this blog is the longest ongoing project I’ve ever had. Anyway, point is, I talk about games! I talked about games this month! Here are some games I talked about!

Gensou Narratograph, a TTRPG made for god damned aliens who care about such a completely different world to me that I cannot help but be impressed and also never want to play it or touch it. Fun trivia, this article had an entirely benign edit because someone changed their name!

Magic: The Gathering Arena and ten things I wish I knew about it before I started playing it.

Marvel United, a cooperative board game made for people with tons of space and money.

The Beginner’s Guide, an interesting game, but also how people treat authors, including generative media authors.

Cockroach poker, an anxiety engine I love and probably will never get to play again!

Fox and I also spent this month, instead of playing a videogame together, talking about anime from 2023 (part 1, part 2, part 3)! And y’know, I’m coming down pretty firmly on the idea that 2023 was just a worse year than 2022. It doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t matter, but when I say that people want to argue with me, and it makes me even more firm on that opinion. That’s not the only writing that happened, though, no no no!

This month I decided, for some reason, to go in pretty hard on some academic concepts. One of them was an article about how capitalism and play might possibly be completely at odds with one aother, which I wrote in a piece talking about playing for money. But I also decided – in deference to it being the month of GDC, three articles addressing academic concepts from my recent readings. They’re about, in order, the idea of the Cynic’s Cop-Out, which is about how we don’t give up trying to understand one another, the idea of the Author-Function, which is about whether or not work is complete if it’s unread, and the idea of Prototype Theory, which is about what is or is not more or less a fruit. I also decided to bore down into a word choice, specifically, how bored I am with the word ‘Epic’ in my creative space.

Alright, what about some stuff that’s a bit less heavy? Well, I wound up writing articles about the Haka, a war dance my family tend to be racist about, and how all fundamentalism is a liar’s game. Hmm. Wait, that’s not less heavy at all. Let’s talk about games!

Setting aside my strangely feral love for a single Magic The Gathering Alchemy card, a format I actually think is a really bad idea to play at this point, and the Paradox Pokemon (but really I’m just going to talk about the dinosaurs), I did a bunch of digging into stuff in tabletop RPGs. For example, I discussed 4th edition D&D’s relationship to pets and the idea of an ‘action economy,’ and the 3rd edition D&D’s relationship to expendable magical items. While in the D&D space, I dug into the Goblin influences on common language in Cobrin’Seil, and of course, the biggest thing, a big bumper set of articles on the Benign Vampire City-State Hecsenfore, part 1, part 2, and part 3!

This month’s shirt design is a cartoon I drew! It’s of a crab! You can get a sticker of it here!

Alright, the month’s end, the month’s end, what’s happened this month?

My mother had a birthday, like she does every year. So did my father, which he scheduled near hers, very convenient. What’s more, his twin brother had one too, same day, which seems a little unoriginal, but whatever. I called my mother on her birthday, and that’s when I found out that her birthday had been yesterday (because of my embarrassing habit of assuming all my birthday notifications on my calendar are one day out because of all my friends in America). Turns out that day? She fell over, and that’s a big deal because my mother is that kind of age range.

And she just took care of herself.

Semester started, and my first wave of marking for my semester, too. This is always full of a weird tension because on the one hand, students are great and I like when I see them engaging with me. But on the other hand, right now, I’m fresh (like a few hours shy), of doing my first wave of marking for the first assignment and that means today has been full of so much weirdly specific angering. Like pulling apart student writing and looking at it and going ‘why the hell would you say that.’

And that’s not a good place to be, because after I get to that emotional level, I then go out of it, discard that entire mindset, and make sure my marks are all good and my feedback is useful and good and I don’t find myself venting at a student for a behaviour of all students. Right? Like no student is in any way responsible for the fact that they said the same thing that all the other students said that was incorrect. That’s a problem we have in aggregate, that’s something we need to direct them around, that’s a thing we need to route. It’s a sign of something I need to bear in mind for the next crop of students.

But ooooo I’m cross!

It’s also been just absolutely absorbing. Like I’m trying to think about what’s happened in this month that I can talk about that is a meaningful share. Like, a friend of mine got into Blitzball and I’m trying to make sure I show up to their games like I’m a nice good soccer parent. It’s cool! I’m trying to get into a roleplay storyline on Final Fantasy XIV! But if I ask ‘what have I done this month?’ It’s… shopping, teaching, marking, phd writing, shopping, teaching, marking, phd writing, loop loop loop.

Early semester! It’s how it goes.

Oh, and also, at the end of the month, Elli had a sore tummy. This was a whole day’s anxiety for me because he got sick on good friday when all of the vets were closed so we couldn’t readily check if we panicked. Thankfully, his aunt Amber was just the best and helped get us grounded about how to handle things.

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[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.