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Curriculum Vitae: Chapter Fourteen

curriculum vitae noun cur·ric·u·la vi·tae Latin. the course of one’s life.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (female; no y/n)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rated: M  | Warnings:  References to sexual content and a little fooling around that honestly pretty tame by this story’s standards. Angst. Mild language. 18+ only.

Chapter Summary: In this chapter, you and Javier help each other through a hectic week of final exams.

A/N: Remember when I promised the next update wouldn’t take a month? My bad. I think it’s probably obvious at this point that fic updates will be scattered and random compared to a few months ago. Everything is entirely dependent on my school schedule which is chaos at best. I will be a tease though and warn you that these two are going to slut it up in the next chapter so… 😏 Thank you for sticking with me! I love you all to pieces. 

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Chapter Fourteen

“Why are you eating by yourself?” 

At the sound of his voice, your head snapped up from the container resting on your lap still mostly full of reheated leftovers you seemed to only be absentmindedly pushing around with your fork. You looked almost dazed, as if you’d forgotten where you were.   

“Oh, um, apparently Beverly is stuck at home with two sick kids,” you explained, shaking yourself out of your fog. “I just needed to get out of my office.” 

Javier nodded slowly before quirking a brow. “Mind if I join you?” 

“You don’t have to ask,” you answered, trying to hide the smile pulling at your lips with a bite of your lunch.   

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Ezra and Cee end up living together because Ezra is totally a cool uncle/willing to train her in prospecting (less dangerous jobs only now that he has a psuedo daughter ans one arm). But he also encourages her to complete her studies. Enter a private tutor who is going to help Cee complete the equivalant of Space!A levels/GED. Ezra can't help but be smitten and won't stop interrupting the lessons. Cee is irritated at Ezra's brainu flirting, tutor is mostly oblivious until she isn't. 😉

Electrostatic Attraction

Pairing: Ezra x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff, chemistry both literally and figuratively, a lack of proofreading

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this out! I had to dig back deep into the traumatic memories of studying for IB chemistry for this one. Also it’s been a while (and I sucked at it then) so don’t quote me on any of this stuff 😂.

“I didn’t know we were expecting company.” Ezra said, a charming grin gracing his lips as he appeared in the doorway with a hefty bag slung over his shoulder. He’d been away on a job for the past week. Nothing too complicated. Just enough to keep the two of them afloat while Cee was finishing up her studies.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Thursday.” Cee said, glancing up from her textbook only slightly surprised to see him so soon.

“Finished up early.” He said, allowing the bag to slide off his arm onto the floor as he made his way inside. “Nice to see you too, Kid.” Ezra prompted her only to get an eye roll in response. “You gonna introduce me to your friend here or am I gonna have to make our acquaintance myself?” He asked with a charismatic chuckle as he nodded over at you. He’d swear he was being discreet but Cee didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged over you where you were sat in the seat next to her. She’d never seen Ezra’s interest peaked like this so the shift in behaviour caught her a little off guard.

“Right...” Cee squinted at him skeptically for a moment before shaking off the initial shock. “Ezra, this is (Y/n), my tutor. (Y/n), this is Ezra, my...” Cee scrunched up her face a little to consider her words for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, he’s just Ezra.” She finally decided.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said with a polite smile as you got up, extending your hand to shake before realizing his wasn’t there and quickly switching hands. This earned you a hearty laugh and a wide smile as he accepted the gesture.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded, shaking your hand for a tad longer than customary only for Cee to cough and give him a chiding glare from over your shoulder which told him it was time to let go. “Right, don’t let me distract you two.” He nodded curtly with a smile, his hand raised in mock surrender before disappearing into the galley.

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually like that.” Cee said as the two of you got settled again.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that but you shrugged the comment off with a “He seems nice.” Before nodding back at the past paper the two of you had been going through. “Where were we again?” You asked, still slightly flustered by the interaction. You could feel a flush had risen to your cheeks and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“sp3d hybridization.” She reminded you. There she was. Always on the ball. Why did she need you here again? You thought before snapping back into it.

“Right. So you know what I’m gonna ask you.” You said and she peered back at you expectantly. “Bond angles?” The blank expression on her face persisted and despite knowing she knew what you were talking about you folded. It was your job to solidify this information in her head after all. “Okay, so say we’ve got a substance like phosphorus pentachloride. So that’s a single phosphorus atom and five chlorines bonded with polar covalent bonds. And they’re polar because...” You prompt her.

“Chlorine has greater electronegativity than phosphorus.” She finishes for you and you give her a subtle high-five and an approving nod as you go on.

“Right, and each of those chlorine atoms have equal partial negative charges which makes them want to get as far away from each other as possible while still clinging to that phosphorus.” You explain and she nods as though that’s obvious. “So how are those five chlorines going to configure themselves around that phosphorus so that they are all equidistant from one another?” You ask and she squints at you for a moment as she tries to work it out. “Sketch it out.” You remind her, tapping the pad of paper in front of her already filled with scribbles of chemical formulae, Lewis structures and ball and stick models, knowing she works better when she can visualize what she’s talking about. Unbeknownst to either of you Ezra had since appeared in the doorway a fond smile toying at his features as he watched the two of you giggle over the way you tripped up saying “trigonal bipyramidal symmetry” and you challenging her to try saying it five times fast if she was so keen to make you laughing stock for it.

“Okay, you win.” Cee laughed, hands raised in surrender when she blundered her first attempt. Cee liked you, Ezra noted. He noticed the way that she actually acted a bit like a kid around you. She treated you like a friend, not a teacher and he wondered how you did it. He could see you had invested a genuine care and concern in your work which was a rarity nowadays, one which gently tugged at his heartstrings as he took the scene in.

“Alright, review time!” You declare as you notice the time. You always liked to round back to some basics when you finished up your sessions so that she left things on a high note and you really cemented those foundational concepts in place. “So hydrogen bonds.” You cue her and she sighs.

“Haven’t we gone over this five times today?” She asked.

“Then you should be five times better at explaining them than you were when we started.” You say and she gives you a challenging stare for a moment before she nods in defeat and rattles off an unsurprisingly accurate definition of the intermolecular force.

“And London dispersion forces?” You ask and she astounds you once again.

“Last but not least, dipole-dipole interactions- and if you don’t get this I’ve completely failed you as a tutor.” You say.

“The electrostatic attraction between the positive and negative ends of molecules with permanent dipole moments.” Ezra speaks up from the doorframe and you jump slightly at the sound of the baritone in the room before a smile sets on your face. He couldn’t seem to rip his gaze off of that upwards quirk to your lips. Even after such little interaction there was something about you that drew him to you like a magnet. You were smart and quick witted. He could tell that already from watching you bicker with Cee, not unlike he usually did himself. Not to mention you were devilishly good looking, especially in that sage green wrap dress you were wearing that hugged you in all the right places and showed off just the right amount of skin. Few people wore dresses anymore, at least not in his circles, and the custom was striking to him. It made him nostalgic and reminded him of home.

“That’s... correct.” You say after turning to face him fully. You hadn’t had the time to notice how good looking he was when you were first introduced but now that he’d changed from the bulky suit he was wearing when he first came in and he’d cleaned himself up a little, you could actually take in his ruggedly handsome features. Soft warm eyes, a patch of platinum blonde just at the cowlick where his hair parted, a prominent nose, a faint scar on his cheek and a smattering of facial hair across his jawline and upper lip. Maybe it was the laugh lines around his eyes or the seemingly constant perk to the corner of his mouth but something about his demeanour commanded you to be completely enraptured by him.

“Please, make no mind of me, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” And it’s only now that you realized you must have been staring at the poor man. Your face burns bright red with embarrassment as you try to collect your thoughts again.

“No, not at all! I uh- we were just wrapping up.” You stammer out as you begin collecting your things into a neat pile in front of you.

“Cee,” Ezra says and her head flicks up immediately from where it had been buried in her palms the moment he started speaking. “I was about to order takeout, have you got any preferences- say, (y/n) was it?” He asked, even though he knew quite well what your name was. It hadn’t stopped playing on his phonological loop since the moment he’d heard it. God, his voice- the way he said your name almost made you swoon as you went to nod. “You should join us.” He says simply and Cee’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights before she just about snaps her neck turning to look at you.

“Oh, I shouldn’t-“ You begin but he’s waving the the excuse out of your head before you can even come up with it.

“That is if a bewitching woman such as yourself doesn’t have any prior arrangements.” He suggests and Cee is just about ready to hurl her textbook at him if that will get him to shut up any faster. Have you mentioned that you’re blushing yet?

“No, no plans. I-“ You start to say before glancing over at Cee who has a look of controlled horror adorned on her face. ‘She’ll forgive me’ you think to yourself before speaking. “I’d love to.” You say. Ezras pre-existing smirk widens into a broad grin.

“Ezra, come help me find the menus!” Cee declares almost immediately, before leaping up and dragging him by the wrist into the kitchen leaving you slightly dumbfounded in your place.

“You can’t just invite her over for dinner, she has a life of her own-“ She manages to simultaneously whisper and shout once their out of earshot. “Why is your hair wet? Did you shower?” Cee asked bringing her hand up to jostle his mop of damp hair. “For her?!” She just about hissed, pointing back out in the direction of the living/dining area where you were sat.

“What? I just got in from a dig! You expect me to sit around in that filth all day?” He questioned, attempting to deflect her accusation.

“Normally you just pass out on the couch the minute you get in- Ugh, Ezra! My tutor? Really?!” She scolds him and his face softens before he speaks again.

“Just humour me. It’s been...” He pauses a moment as he considers the last time he’s felt this way about someone. “Too long.” He finally decides and Cee scrunches up her face.

“Ew!” She exclaims remembering the way his eyes had traced down your body when you first introduced yourself.

“Not like that!” He reprimanded her, giving her a light swat on the shoulder. “Although, that too.” He shrugs after second thought. This time Cee is the one to whack his arm with the rolled up stack of takeaway menus, but far harder than he had her. “Ow! You pack quite the punch there little bird!” He winces through a soft chuckle before his face falls again and they enter an undeclared staring match, Ezra straightening up and squinting at her slightly when he realizes he’s being challenged.

“Fine! But you have to quit it with the ‘bewitching woman’s and the poorly veiled chemistry innuendo.” She points a finger at him.

“Chemistry innuendo? I gave a definition!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Really Ezra? Electrostatic attraction?” She drawled out like he had. “You don’t think we already know perfectly well where you want to put your lone pair of electrons?” She retorted, eyebrows raised accusingly.

“I don’t sound like that- What does that even mean?!” He squeaks out before he shakes the thought away and refocuses. “Cee,” he sighs. “I do not supplicate much of you often...” he drags out, eyes pleading down at her, who has her arms crossed on her chest.

“Don’t fuck this up.” She says after far too long and Ezra doesn’t even care to correct her language. “I have to see that woman on a daily basis and I will not have you coming in and screwing up my chances of passing chemistry.” She says, waving the menus threateningly at him once again.

“You have my word.” He nods diligently, raising his hand to lay against his chest before Cee storms back out of the kitchen with almost the same intensity as when she entered and Ezra takes a moment to collect himself before following.

It didn’t take too long for the three of you to decide on your order. There wasn’t all that much variety to choose from on the station, no matter how large it boasted itself to be. Your order was ready in a manner of minutes and Cee practically sprinted to the door claiming she would pick it up to escape what she swore was the most embarrassing interaction of her life, watching the back and forth between you and Ezra like the worlds most awkward ping pong match. She was surprised you hadn’t run screaming from the room at Ezra’s completely unsubtle and unpracticed flirting and his off the cuff, frivolous compliments to you but the truth was, you found them extremely endearing. His entire face lit up with pride when you commented on the book collection you’d noticed last time you were here. When you pointed out a favourite or yours that you’d noticed the spine of which was almost completely worn down on his eyes just about bugged out of his head as he pulled it off the shelf to show you that almost every single page had been filled with scribbles and annotations he’d added in the many times he’d reread it. By the time Cee got back, the two of you had managed to inch closer together from the opposite ends of the couch you’d occupied earlier. You were both keeled over in fits of hysterical laughter at some story you were telling about a misunderstanding that occurred with a pupil and their father when you first started private tutoring sessions. You hadn’t even realized your hand had come to grasp his knee as you tried to steady yourself. Just looking at the two of you Cee could have sworn you’d known each other forever. Something about the scene in front of her seemed so natural as she tried to remember why she was so horrified by the idea of you getting along so well in the first place. When you could finally breathe well enough to acknowledge her she set the bag of takeout on the table in front of you before jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

“I uh-“ she gaped for a moment. “I just ran into a friend outside the uh... place. I was gonna go hang out with her for a bit- but you two should eat without me while it’s still hot.” She suggests before either of you can even protest.

“Sure thing.” Ezra nods, still beaming from his most recent laughing fit, he almost misses the wink Cee shoots him before bouncing out the door. ‘That little minx’ he thinks to himself as she disappears from sight leaving just the two of you and the makings of what you would later refer to as your first date.

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Precipice

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo/female!DEA!Reader

Words: ~1.8k

Content: references to canon-typical violence and death; alcohol consumption; brief non-explicit sexual content

A/N: Olive Branches Universe. Takes place during the time skip in Olive Branches. This came to be because @huliabitch​ wanted to know what made Carrillo extend that first peace offering to Reader, i.e., how he came to the decision to risk going over to Reader’s apartment that first night.

What the hell am I doing?

It isn’t a question he asks himself often. As a military man, an upright officer, and a man of iron-hearted principles, he doesn’t often find himself at a loss like this. 

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sweetheart - do it right

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: You and Steve teach Bucky sex things. Bucky’s memory proves to be stronger than either of you expected.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral Sex. Squirting (this is a pattern). Threesomes. 

A/N: I tried just smut, but a narrative has woven its way in. I usually have the head canon that Bucky was fucking as the winter soldier (hello breeding programs *ew*). BUT - here - he has not and his memory is still coming back to him.

It’s Bucky’s first mission back in the field – the first since he had woken up in Wakanda.

The first, since he had gotten his head on straight.

Memories are still coming in fast and hot: overwhelming. Memories like a thousand sheets of music that he doesn’t quite know how to play yet.

He knows the ability is there - hidden in the tension of his fingers, tickling at the back of his mind. But, it keeps evading him.

He’s holed up with you and Steve in a hotel room in London. There’s been little to do other than a few days of surveillance. A drug lord has set up shop in the West End. They’ll have to bring the fucker in at some point - catch him in the act. It’s all very cut and dry, and the three of you have spent the majority of your time eating too much room service, playing trivia, and watching reruns of The Golden Girls.

There’s also the sexual tension.

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Summary: Frankie has a plan. 

Rating: Explicit - oral sex (female receiving), mutual masturbation 

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Gently placing the DVD in the tray with a soft click, Frankie kneels in front of the TV and waits for the disc to slide in before carefully pressing the “Mute” button on the remote. From behind, you see his curls glow in the light coming from the screen; his bare back black in the shadows and you sit patiently on the edge of the couch, right where he told you to wait.

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Nostromo

Ezra x Reader - Alien (Isolation) AU

Nostromo: [noun] an officer who looks after a ship’s boats, ropes, sails. Also used in the tale of an expatriate who rises to their position of power through  bravery and daring exploits.

Warnings: 18+, graphic sexual descriptions (this was meant to be a short smut fic), mentions of blood, mild violence, two very non descriptive uses of a medical syringe, it’s more Jurassic Park Kitchen than gorefest, Ezra being morally dubious? 20k words? Soz.

Huge thanks to @heatherbel​ - light of ma actual life for beta reading this beast.

There’s something on the station, and sparing a stranger’s life turns into an unlikely alliance in a bid to escape…

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i’ve been having this recurrent thot™️ w/frankie where i’m on top, his eyes are covered so his hands and mouth are everywhere he can reach and then he starts whispering all sorts of nastiness in my ear like🥵this man makes me yearn but also horny asf

this is the mood for this evening/night!!

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, facesitting, slightly sloppy blowjob

a/n: i apologize if this sucks. i was drinking.

"Sit up for me, my love," you said, smiling as you dangled the tie in his face. He grabbed your ass as he sat up making you grind against him. "Is this what you want?" you asked and he nodded. He leaned in for another kiss but you covered his eyes with the tie instead. He chuckled and bit his lip.

"What are you gonna do to me, ma'am?" he asked excitedly.

"Can't tell you." You dragged your wetness along his dick and he groaned, clenching his jaw.

"That's a good start." He pushed himself against you and cursed lowly.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" You moved yourself back and forth against him some more.

"Baby..." He reached out until he found your thighs and dragged his hands up them and around to your ass. "I'm always ready for you."

"Hands and mouth only," you told him. Blindfolding him had heightened his other senses and made him even harder than usual.

"Yes ma'am. Please fuck me," he begged. You both knew that neither of you were actually in charge but he found it fun to play these roles.

"Or you could fuck me," you said, moaning as you dragged your wetness along his dick faster.

"You want me to fuck you, baby? God...I wish I could see you."

"Not yet. Not until you've earned it." You grabbed his dick carefully and lowered yourself onto him, crying out in pleasure. "Fuck, you stretch me so good."

"I do, don't I?" His hips moved before yours did. He moved and throbbed against your walls so perfectly that you were sure you were made for him. And he was thinking the same thing. "That's because you were made for me, right?"

"Fuck...yeah." You finally started to move with some help from Frankie. His fingers dug into the flesh of your supple ass and dragged you back and forth, up and down.

"That's my girl," he murmured. "Fuck me. I'm yours. Fuck. Me." He felt his way up your stomach to your breasts where he immediately found your nipples and pinched them. He whimpered and that was nearly your undoing. "Fuck this." He sat up and latched his mouth onto your nipple, sucking and biting down softly.

"Ah fuck!" You held his head in place as he teased your nipple. He moved to the other and gave it the same attention before you pulled him away and kissed him. "I love your fucking mouth," you told him.

"And I love yours, baby. Kiss me again." And so you did then you pushed him flat again. "I want that pretty pussy on my face, baby. Please." He licked his lips. You lifted yourself off of his dick and slid your way up his body.

"Tell me what you want again, Frankie."

"I want...your pussy. I want it on my face " he said. You wished you could see those beautiful brown eyes looking up at you, pleading. "Come on. Gimme the peaches." You snorted and he chuckled.

"I can't believe you just said that," you laughed.

"Hush...c'mere." He found your ass again and pulled you the rest of the way. "I said it three times now: I want that pussy on my face and I'm gonna get it, right?"

"Mmm yeah." You nodded as if he could see you.

"Peaches," he mumbled again and you laughed as you lowered yourself onto his face. The laugh quickly changed to a moan as he wasted no time in tasting you, devouring you.

"Oh yeah...just like that, Frankie," you moaned. "God...your fucking tongue, baby...make me cum."

He pulled away for a moment. "Want me to make you cum, huh?"

You nodded again forgetting that he couldn't see you. You cried out as his tongue flicked against your clit. Two of his fingers found their way inside you and you had to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself steady. He made you cum in no time and you rode his face as you came down from your peak.

"You taste so good," he said, licking his lips then his fingers. "Wanna ride me some more?" he asked.

"Yes please," you whined. You slid back down his body and he sat up to help you slide onto him again.

"There you go, baby girl." He held you close as you bounced and moved on him. His lips were right against your ear as he spoke. "You are fucking perfect. I wanna stay inside of you forever and fill you over and over again."

"Yeah?" He tore the tie from his eyes and he blinked to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Yes," he said through his teeth. "Fuck me. Take my dick." He grunted as he thrust up into you. You loved when he talked dirty. He worked his hand between your bodies and played with you as you rode him.

"Fuck me, Frankie."

Suddenly you were on your back and he held onto your legs as he fucked you. "This what you want?"

"Yes...yes please!" You were always amazed at how he seemed to make it feel different every time. "You're so good to me."

"Because you're good to me," he said. "You're amazing." His hand was back between your legs. "You wanna cum for me again?"

"I do." You cried out as he played with your clit again.

"Cum on me. Cum on this dick. Its yours anyway, right? Show me." He fucked you harder, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust.

"I'm gonna cum!" you cried out as he continued to play with your clit pushing you over the edge. Once you finished, you pushed him off of you and crawled between his legs so you could take him into your mouth. You looked into his eyes as you took him as deep as you could, gagging only a little.

"Oh, that's where you want it, huh?" He placed his hand on the back of your head and moved his hips a little. "Can you taste yourself on there?"

"Mm mm." You sucked faster and he groaned, watching your saliva drip all the way down to his balls. You pulled off of him and spit before taking him back into your mouth.

"Jesus fucking christ, baby!" He threw his head back and groaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum. You want it?" The only thing you could do was make a sound and he carefully pushed you down on his dick. "Here it comes. Fuck. Shit. Just. Like. That." He fucked your throat carefully, enjoying the saliva covering his dick now. He came with a shout and held you there so you would waste a drop. When you pulled away, you swallowed and smacked your lips before licking them.

"Damn girl..." He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He kissed you hard, his tongue swirling around in your mouth. You knew he could taste himself but he seemed to like, moaning as he sucked on your tongue. When he pulled away, there was a string of saliva still connecting you two.

"Was that good, Frankie?" you asked with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Good? That was fantastic. You're so fucking nasty," he joked, wiping your lips with his thumb. "I love it."

"Only for you," you said with a smile.

"I know." He kissed your lips again. "I know."

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Just Say Yes

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem reader

Rating: Holy shit M

Word Count: 7576

Warnings: Shameless smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, swearing, shameless fluff, a smidgin of angst, ye olde porn, the mental image of Marcus Pike in shorts, caution - may cause yearning.

So this fic is for everyone who feels that dear Marcus Pike was wronged. The poor man deserves a holiday and some sweet love, don’t you agree?

A huge thank you to @yespolkadotkitty​ for all her encouragement, beta skills and the beautiful mood board, and @jura-moon​ for the cheerleading and history chat.

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You stood for a moment and just breathed it all in. Back at the forum the ruins of Pompeii were buzzing with crowds of tourists, but out here on the periphery it was eerily quiet. You hadn’t seen another soul for blocks, and the buildings around you in this particular street were well enough preserved that just for a moment you could imagine that the inhabitants were just taking a siesta and not long in their graves.

It was hot, almost oppressively so, the Italian summer was no joke, but excitement lightened your footsteps as you took the chance to explore. You glanced at the map in your hands, trying to get your bearings.

You knew you’d got turned around somewhere but you weren’t quite sure where. You feel like a kid in a candy store, your inner historian giddy with excitement at finally being here, every building a new revelation, and you know you’ve definitely not been paying enough attention to your map.

After a minute of flipping through the pages of your guide book you’re pretty sure you’ve figured out where you are. You turn into the next building, delighted to have a brief respite from the sun’s rays. The atria floor is covered in the most exquisite mosaic and you can’t take your eyes off it.

With a thud you are smacked off balance and careen sideways, hitting the ground hard.

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You Already Mean the World to Me

Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: just under 8500

Tags: childhood best friends, pining idiots, King Arthur/Monty Python references, some cursing, roughly unedited terrible writing

A/N: It’s finally here! Again, absolutely would not have been finished without the constant support of my dearest @thedaysarenotfull​. @hdlynn​ helped me talk through my roadblock. Let me know what you think!

You had been friends with Marcus Pike for as long as you could remember. You grew up together. You were toddlers together. You went to the same schools together. You fell in love with art together. You went to every gig his band had. He went to every art show of yours. You stood up as his “best man” in the wedding to his college sweetheart, and sat with him while he cried after she’d handed him the divorce paperwork.

You weren’t sure which broke your heart more.

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Snowfall || Moonbeam III || (Ezra x Reader) {Werewolf AU}

Title: Snowfall Rating: PG-13 Length: 7,100 Warnings: Angst: short conversation of past suicidal ideation, healthy dose of self hatred, discussions of sex with other people and mild jealousy, references to drug use, and mild violence.  Reader Details: To the best of my knowledge, there are no references to Reader’s physical details, beyond being a bisexual woman. I tried my best to keep it as vague as possible. Notes: Oops, I wrote 7,100 words of angst. I’m really nervous about some of the stuff in this chapter, but let’s see! Part three of the Moonbeams series (Moonbeams & Bright Star)

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“You’re what?” Shiva’s eyes widened as they stared back at you. “You’re going to have to repeat yourself because I hope I heard you wrong.”

“I’m going back to Lykaois and I need those pamphlets you showed me before.” You said, shuffling through the stack of detritus on the floor of their room. “Where are they?”

Shiva’s hands went to their hips, “Why are you going back?”

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Bright Star || Moonbeam II || (Ezra x Reader) {Werewolf AU} [smut]

Title: Bright Star Rating: Explicit Length: 5,300 Warnings: Smut (slight cockwarming, Ezra being a menace, sex) and gratuitous poetry reading.  Reader Details: To the best of my knowledge, there are no references to Reader’s physical details, beyond being a bisexual woman. I tried my best to keep it as vague as possible. Notes: Oops, I wrote another chapter (one of hopefully many more). It’s spookytime and I’m a monster fucker that can’t be tamed. Part two of Moonbeams (read it before you read this chapter!)

Taglist: @thedaysarenotfull​ @princessbatears​ @djarin-junk​ @absurdthirst​ @hdlynn​ @legally-a-bastard​ @opheliaelysia​ @heather-lynn​ @sabinemorans​ @crazinessgraveyardsandcartoons​​ @pedrospunk​​ @maybege​​ @chews-erotically​​ @katlikeme​​ @lose-eels​​ @youmeanmybrain​​ @theindiealto​​ @irishleesh93​​ @seawhisperer​ @hdlynn​ @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @theindiealto​

When you first returned to Lykaois, Ezra refused to let you into his transport-turned-home. He peered out at you through the barely cracked durasteel door and told you that he needed another day alone. 

He promptly sealed the door closed and left you standing in the brisk morning air. You left War & Peace sitting outside the door, but took the cheese back with you. He could have one — but not both. 

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Listen,,,frankie sitting with his chest to your back, in front of the mirror with your legs spread open, while he fingers you and kisses your neck 😫

warnings: SMUT - fingering, a tiny bit of dirty talk from frankie, just a tad of unprotected sex because i like to tease.

a/n: i've been dying to answer this one

You're not exactly sure how you two got to this point. The shower had been innocent enough, but Frankie kept giving you that look even while your towel was still wrapped around you. In the bedroom, you had stood in front of the mirror then Frankie walked up and stood behind you, his hands grabbing at the towel and opening slowly. He admired you, hands wandering all over your body as he told you how beautiful you were.

Now you're here on the floor, sitting between his legs as he touches you. Looking at yourself this way was almost too much to bear, but he made sure you looked. You kept your hands on his thighs as he worked his fingers inside you, kissing at your neck softly and whispering sweet words to you.

"Look at you. Look at this pretty pussy," he whispered and you gasped, nearly closing your legs in embarrassment, but he wasn't having it. "Don't hide," he said. Your fingers dug into his thighs as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that had you whimpering.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of his fingers moving in and out of you. You lifted your head from his shoulder and opened your eyes to try looking into the mirror again. You had never been so wanton with anyone else. You were spread wide open for him and his fingers were spreading you even more. He was slow but deliberate, naughty but sweet at the same time.

You watched his fingers for a time before slowly looking up at him. He smiled. "Hey baby." Another kiss to your cheek. His free hand laid flat across your stomach, caressing it every now and then, but it was mainly there to keep you pressed against him and not slouched over.

He watched your face. He loved the faces you made when he brought you pleasure. Those were faces that you made just for him. You tried hiding them against his neck but he would whisper "look" and you would.

At one point you looked down and saw the wet mess you were leaving on the carpet. "Oh," you said quietly and Frankie chuckled.

"It'll dry and we'll be the only ones who ever know," he reassured you. Then his face was serious again. "Do you have one more for me, baby?" He pumped his fingers faster, his eyes boring into you in the mirror. You whined and grabbed his forearm which his veins were bulging out of now from exertion. "You do. I know you do. I'm right here. Keep holding on." He kissed your neck before looking into the mirror again.

Your body started to slump even with his hand on your stomach. His fingers pumped faster than they had at any time that night and you threw your head back, crying out to him. Your nails dug into the flesh of his arm probably breaking the skin in some places but that didn't stop him. You watched his fingers work in and out as his thumb rubbed your clit in tantalizing circles.

"Frankie...please!" Your hands squeezed his forearm so tightly you're not sure how he was still able to move it.

"There you go," he said soothingly as you hit your peak, coming around his fingers and dripping onto the carpet under you. He kept going even as you clamped your legs shut around his hand. "Wait..." He spread them again then slipped his fingers out slowly. He moaned at the way you still clenched and released at nothing now that his fingers were gone."Man, that's pretty..."

"Frankieeee," you said, turning your head and hiding your face against his neck. He finally let you close your legs then wrapped his arms around you. You accidentally brush against his erection and he hisses. You lift your head and smile at him.

"I'll let you have a little rest first." He smirked then kissed you.

"Wanna move to the bed?" you asked and he shook his head.

"I want you right here. In my lap." He saw that you were trying to move onto his lap already. "Babe, wait. Take a break."

"I don't want a break. I want you...inside of me."

"Well...fuck..." He leaned back on his arms as you turned away from him before lowering yourself onto him. "Christ..." Once he collected his thoughts again, he sat up so his chest was pressed to your back again then hooked his arms under your knees to spread and lift your legs. Your eyes wandered right back to the mirror, taking in the sight.

"Look," you whispered shakily and he looked into the mirror, his eyes falling to the lovely sight of his dick buried inside you. You turned your head and kissed him deeply before turning back to the mirror.

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feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 4.5k 

no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

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Double Feature

Catch me over here writing a fic about this man, having never seen the movie. 

Summary: Frankie takes you to the movies. 

Rating: Explicit - this is pure filth, LMAO

Words: under 1K

Tags: Thank you to @keeper0fthestars​ for encouraging me to write this - I hope you enjoy it! @profkenobi​ @clydesducktape​ @rentskenobi​ @absurdthirst​ @thick-dick-din-daddy-djarin​ @zeldasayer​ @mostly-megan​ @lose-eels​ @corellians-only​ @dindisneydjarin​ @kiwi-the-first​ @qveenbvtch​

I didn’t know who to tag, since I’ve never written for him before - please pass this on to someone you think might like it!

Below gif has absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the story, but ain’t he dreamy?? gif by @a7estrellas​

“I cannot believe you actually saw this one time already, let alone wanting to see it a second time”, you say, laughing while Frankie drags you into the theater.

He grins back at you, his eyes bright with excitement. “It’s so good, babe; you’ll see.”

Listening to him ramble on about the opening action scene that is so amazing, you laugh again when you see the theater is completely empty.

“So good, huh?”, you tease, climbing the steps to your seats. “Looks like it must have been pretty hard to get these tickets.” Your voice thick with sarcasm, you settle into your recliner seat when he leans over and roughly pinches the inside of your thigh. Swatting his hand away, you briefly slap at each other as he tries to grab it again, the two of you laughing as the lights dim.

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one nasty thought i have for mando is kissing his cock through his pants. he doesn't have armor there and im very certain he wears no underwear. it would be fun foreplay, he would freeze up just at the warmth of your mouth, heavy breathing from the helmet, watching you, not wanting to ruin the moment, just moaning, his hands gripping your hair.. ugh the things i would do to this man

Firstly the visuals I'm getting are just immaculate I've officially died and gone to heaven🥰

I imagine maybe your not in a relationship with din, yet.

You've both kinda been dancing around that spark that just happens between the two of you.

Din is a touch-starved babie and he just thinks your the most wonderful thing. Your so soft and sweet and he dreams about fucking that beautiful mouth of yours while you look at him with the biggest doe eyes more often than he wants to admit.

And on day he's just had it. His last hunt had taken far too long and far too much energy. The kid is restless. Something in the Razor Crest's engine keeps making a droning sound, that definitely can't mean anything good.

It's just all too much and he's wound tighter than he ever thinks he has been.

But then your there, and he wants so bad to drown himself in your body; he wants to pour ever worry into the thrust of his hips and watch you fall apart with his kiss on your skin.

And you can practically feel the need rolling off of him in waves. He denies it if you ask him, saying there's nothing worng and he's alright but you can tell.

When you've finally had enough, when his automated response of 'im fine' gets too old; you corner him in the cockpit, trapping him between the pilots' seat and the door and demanding you tell him what's wrong.

And of course you noticed the way his hips shift up at the sound of your voice. And of course you notice the tent of fabric over his crotch, his cock hard as the beskar he wore. And of course you'd practically combust at the thought of what he looked like, of what he'd feel like inside of you.

You wouldn't wait for him to say anything. Knowing Mando all to well to realize he would just try to ignore his 'problem'.

When you sink down to your knees in front of him, Mando swears he's dead because you look so beautiful looking up at him, batting your eyes and pouting your lips as you give a kiss to his knee.

And he feels like he's gonna faint when you start touching him; running your hands up and down his thighs, your thumb sometimes brushing underside of his armor and faintly agaisnt his actual thigh.

He starts rocking into your palm when you finally touch him and he's holding back so much. He wants to say everything, to let every single thing he had been building up since he met you come flowing out until he drowned you in his affections.

But you don't really give him the chance.

Your mouth is on him, lazily running your tongue over the folds of his trousers and he swears he's gonna jizz his pants.

You're so beautiful, more vivid and alive than any daydreams he had tried to create of you.

He tries to keep his hands to himself but when you pull his cock free, planting sweet kitten licks to the tip he can't help but touch you.

His hand is in your hair and your moaning around him and looking directly at his visor and he tries to commit the image to memory because he'll never be this lucky again.

He lets you take the lead, setting whatever pace you like and just tried to enjoy it as much as possible.

But when he gets restless, and a little needy let's be honest, he starts bucking into our mouth and he's trying to tell you what he wants but it just comes out a jumbled mess and he probably feels like so frustrated at that point.

But you get the message.

You move your hands away from him, clasping them behind your back after you guide his to the back of your head; silently letting him know he can take what he wants.

And he does.

It's sloppy and downright sinful the way you choke around his cock. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucks your face; his hands wrapped tight around locks of your hair to keep you in place.

When he cums he's growling your name hard through his helmet, his cock throbbing at his hits the back of your throat.

You take deep breaths through the nose, relaxing your throat and trying to keep him in your mouth as long as you can. When his grip relaxes and his hips stop rocking you pull away, taking gulps of air as you wipe away the stray spit and cum that coated your chin.

Din's still floating when you stand on wobbly knees, tucking him back inside of his pants and planting a kiss to his visor; right where you assumed his mouth was.

You leave him without a word, but something was different. Something in the air that made Din's cheek tinge pink and chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

His cock is already twitching with thoughts of how he's gonna repay you later.

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Grilled Cheese

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gets quite the text while lifting with Sam, leading to a chase down a hallway and a nice reminder that you can’t ever assume anything.

Word Count: 944

Warnings: Sam’s thighs, Bucky’s thighs, a single swear word, mentions of lingerie/toys, food porn

Authors Note: I just want to thank @kellyn1604​ for being kind enough to read this and help me work up the courage to post 💕 I’ve not ever posted any of the stuff I’ve written for Marvel before, so we’ll see how this goes! 

Bucky exhaled forcefully as he squatted, mentally cursing Sam for how sore his body was going to be after they were done. Sam and his stupid jaw dropping thighs had proposed to the ultimate leg day competition on the way home from their last mission. A playful argument had broken out about who had the better leg day endurance. Sam knew they couldn’t compare max weights given Bucky was a certified genetically modified supersoldier. His work around was that they’d see who could lift the most reps at 80% their max weight for every exercise they did that day.

It was manageable at first. Bucky could’ve slept through their calf raise sets and hardly broke a sweat during their hamstring curls and quadricep extensions. It wasn’t until they started lifting free weights that he realized how much trouble he had gotten himself into. He did okay during their sets of hip thrusts, but failed miserably during the deadlifts. Currently, Sam was busy kicking his ass at the squat rack.

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