#1000 free spine

[likeumeanit9497]

the re-do, pt. 2 | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: one more time won't hurt anyone...right?

warnings: SMUT!!!; established friendship; unprotected p in v; fingering; dirty talk; choking; hair pulling; slapping; sneaking around; 18+

notes: here it isssss. in honour of almost hitting 1000 followers (WHAT?!?!?!), i wanted to release a part 2 to my most loved fic!! im currently posting this less than 24 hours before i leave for my trip to europe (yay!!), but unfortunately it'll be the last one i'll be posting for a while. saying that, i'll be back home august 1st and knowing me ill want to get right back into writing, so pls feel free to continue to drop requests over the next few weeks (as long as ur okay with waiting for a while!!!). thanks so much for all the love ya'll, ur the ones who make this whole thing so much fun!!

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Walking up to the triplets’ front door, I didn’t knock before turning the knob and entering the warm, familiar home. Nick, Matt, and Chris were finally home in Boston for a few weeks, and I was so excited to see them for the first time in months. They had just landed this afternoon, and although I told them I could give them some time to settle in, I couldn’t stop myself from driving over to theirs as soon as Nick sent me a photo of Trevor; proof that they were home and settled in enough.

“There she is!” Mary-Lou’s cheerful voice greeted me once I walked up the steps and into the kitchen. I didn’t have a chance to say hello before her arms were wrapped tightly around my frame; embracing me in a comforting hug. “How are you sweetheart?” She asked once she released me from her grip. I smiled. “I’m good! I’ve missed you all though.” I replied as she rubbed her hands up and down my arms affectionately. “I’ve missed you too! You hungry? I’m just finishing up some Shepard’s pie.” She walked back over to the oven, opening it slightly to check on its contents. “You know I could never turn down your Shepard’s pie.” I laughed.

“Where are the guys?” I asked, peering at the closed kitchen door. “Oh, they’re in the living room. I had to lock them out of here, they were driving me nuts!” She chuckled, pulling the casserole out of the oven. “You go ahead.” She urged, gesturing to the closed door. Sending her a warm smile, I opened the door and my eyes immediately fell on my three best friends sitting together on the couch in the living room.

“Y/n!” Shouted Nick, throwing his hands up in the air from his place on the couch. Matt and Chris both simultaneously peeled their eyes away from the screen and looked in my direction; their faces lighting up in smiles immediately before they all stood up to greet me. I hurried over to them and went in to hug Nick first, Chris next, then finally Matt.

I hadn’t seen Matt since the last time I visited them in Los Angeles, which also happened to be the time when him and I had fucked after filming their rated r Youtube video. Just like the time we had lost our virginities to each other, we hadn’t let the sex interfere with our friendship at all, and things hadn’t really changed in any way. Obviously, thanks to Matt’s failure at muting the Discord server, Chris and Nick were much too aware of exactly what had happened that night. But besides the painfully awkward morning after when I walked out of Matt’s room to find them eating breakfast — both avoiding eye contact with me entirely — things were fine with them as well. Once we spoke to Nick and Chris about it, we had convinced them both — as well as ourselves — that what had happened that night was simply a fleeting moment of nostalgia brought on by talking about our first time together.

But I would be lying if I said that as soon as I felt Matt’s hands on me I didn’t feel a shiver down my spine; or that when he whispered a breathy “I miss you” in my ear, I didn’t want to tear all of his clothes off right then and there. The sex we had that night, although spontaneous and probably wrong, was the best sex I had ever had. Once I left Los Angeles and made it back to Boston, I had fucked a handful of other guys — just trying to come even slightly close to feeling the way I had that night — only to be left feeling more and more disappointed. Matt and I knew each other far too well, and in some way it was like our bodies were tied to the other — first by losing our virginities to one another but then furthered by the crazy sex we had years later. I had accepted the fact that sex just wasn’t ever gonna be like that again, but now feeling him pressing against me, all of that acceptance just immediately vanished.

“How’s mom doing on dinner?” Chris asked, startling me out of my trance and walking in the direction of the kitchen door as I pulled away from Matt. “I think it’s almost done. But I was told you were banished from the kitchen, so stay away please.” I replied, walking over to him and tugging on his arm to draw him away from the door. Just then, the door opened and Mary-Lou appeared holding her own plate of food. “Please don’t destroy my kitchen.” Was all she said as she walked to the dining table with her plate, sighing as she did.

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After we all polished off the Shepard’s pie, we ended up on the couch watching a hockey game. I had curled up in a blanket between Matt to my right and Chris to my left, and was bathing in the contentment of just sitting with them in their family home, just like we did as kids. Even though I couldn’t give a shit less about whatever was happening on the screen, I couldn’t help but smile when one of them would scream, curse, or cheer as the game continued. As Chris was doing just that, I was pulled from my languid stupor by Matt tugging on the blanket that was wrapped around me; clearly wanting to share.

After spending some time with the guys, my filthy thoughts of Matt began to dissipate. After months of not seeing them, I had far too much time to stew over all of the flashbacks I got; causing me to create a certain image of him in my mind that had differed to the one I had of him before. But, after spending time with him in-person, I was reminded of the fact that he’s the same old Matt that I’ve known for years, and I was just too caught up in that one night.

Then, as if he was reading my mind, I felt fingertips gently graze my right thigh under the blanket. Immediately, my body began to react, and every place he touched felt like it was being set on fire. I gulped, and adjusted myself slightly before forcing my eyes to focus on the screen in front of me; deciding that ignoring these touches was the best thing that I could do. Still, he was relentless. His hand continued to travel all across my thigh, just a whisper of contact as if he knew it would drive me crazy. I shuddered, but played it off by pulling the blanket against me as if I was cold. Even though I knew he could tell that I was affected by his touch, I knew that my lack of acknowledgement was surely driving him crazy. My hunch was confirmed when he brushed his fingers lightly against my clothed heat; causing me to intake a sharp breath that I had to immediately hide with a cough.

This caught Chris’ attention, and he fixed his gaze on me. “You okay Y/n?” He asked, and I nodded frantically. “Mhmm. Just a cough.” My response was hitched as Matt’s fingers continued to tease me, and as soon as Chris fixed his gaze back on the tv, I grabbed his hand under the blanket and held it still; turning to give him a sharp glare. Once I turned to face him, I was met with a taunting smirk that caused something to stir inside of me. He then used his eyes to wordlessly gesture to the staircase; clearly proposing that we go upstairs.

I’m not sure how I gained the self control, but somehow I was able to shake my head sternly before drawing my attention once again back to the game. His hand stayed still, but it still rested on my thigh and I could feel myself vibrating under his touch. Then, he retracted his hand from the blanket and I had to stop myself from groaning from the loss of contact; knowing that I shouldn’t want to feel it again. From the corner of my eye, I saw him unlock his phone and felt myself relax slightly knowing that he had something to distract him.

Think again.

I felt my own phone vibrate in the pocket of my hoodie, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled it out to find a text from no other than Matt.

Matt: I need you

I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping at his text, and I turned to face him but found him looking straight ahead at the game. Sighing, I decided to respond over text after turning my brightness all the way down to keep Chris from catching a glimpse.

Y/n: matt. we can’t.

I heard his phone vibrate beside me, and kept my gaze away from him as he picked it up. I only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

Matt: Yes we can

Matt: Please Y/n.

The clear desperation in his texts went straight to my core, and I felt myself on the verge of dissolving into a puddle right then and there. To make things even worse, Matt snaked his hands back under the blanket, grabbing my own and drawing it towards the crotch of his jeans. There, his cock was already rock hard, and I really had to keep myself from straddling him right there. I turned to my left to get a quick glance at Nick and Chris beside me. Nick was curled onto the couch, seemingly sound asleep, and Chris was fully entranced by the hockey game. Just then, a commercial break came on, and I turned to face Matt and gave him a soft nod. Immediately, a sinister smile crossed his face before he put his phone away and cleared his throat.

“Oh my god Y/n I forgot to show you the clothes I bought before I left LA. Remember you texted me earlier today telling me you wanted to see?” His lie fell from his mouth effortlessly, and if I didn’t know that he had ulterior motives I would never come even close to feeling suspicious. Without missing a beat, I followed along in his little lie. “Oh yeah! Where are they?” I responded, doing everything I could to keep my tone as nonchalant as his. “Up in my room, I haven’t unpacked yet. Wanna go see them now?” I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. “Sure.” Was all I was able to say in response before hurriedly standing up from the couch. Matt shifted slightly under the blanket for a moment, obviously tucking his boner into the waistband of his pants so that it wouldn’t be noticeable, before following me towards the stairs. “Don’t be long!” Shouted Chris from behind us, “Ya’ll are gonna miss a good ass game.”

Quickly, the two of us climbed the stairs, doing our best to keep our composure until we were behind closed doors. We rushed into Matt’s bedroom, him entering before me, and I turned to quickly shut the door. Before I could even face his room, Matt pinned me to the door and his lips were on mine. A groan immediately fell from his lips as I opened my mouth to grant his tongue access; losing all sense of control as his hands roamed every inch of my body. My own hands flew to his hair, holding his face against mine as the kiss deepened even more. Our tongues swirled around each other, our mutual hunger for one another taking an almost literal form.

One of Matt’s hands travelled up my chest, tearing my hoodie up over my head in the process, before attaching to my throat. I gasped at the pressure, feeling my panties flood with arousal, and he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away from the kiss; gazing down harshly at me. “How many guys have you fucked since I saw you last.” His voice was gravelly with lust, and his tone was so ominous that if I hadn’t known Matt for as long as I had, I would be afraid. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my cheek as he slapped it. “Answer me, Y/n. How many?” I couldn’t keep the small smile from travelling to my lips from how turned on he was making me, but finally I was able to get myself to respond. “A few.” His pupils dilated.

“Oh yeah? How were they?” He was smirking, and I was thrown off by his words. Again, in my silence he slapped my cheek. At that, I couldn’t keep the lustful squeal from falling from my lips. “T-they were okay.” I lied, feeling myself tremble against the doorframe. At that, his thumb that had been soothing my sore cheek traveled to my mouth, pressing down on my lips and encouraging me to open up. I obliged, letting his thumb rest on my tongue before slowly wrapping my lips around it and sucking lightly. Matt’s eyes were glued to my mouth, but he continued speaking. “Just okay, huh?” He knew what he was doing, and I did as well, but in the state I was in I had lost all impulse control; so I fell for his trap.

“None were as good as you, Matty.”

I batted my eyelashes as I spoke, and immediately his lips were back on mine. Our mouths moved in sync as his tongue dominated mine, and I relished in the familiar taste of him. His burning desire for me fuelled my own, and as I continued to kiss him I felt myself growing more and more needy. As I released a frustrated groan into his mouth, I felt his hand travel to the waistband of my jeans where he hurriedly worked at the button and zipper. As soon as he peeled the rough material down my legs, his hand went to my heat; causing me to release a sharp breath.

“Mmm. So wet, just like last time.” He purred, dragging his mouth away from mine and down my neck; dropping wet kisses in its path. I was shaking from his touch, and subconsciously I widened my legs to give him better access to my aching core. Noticing this, he released a husky chuckle before slowly rubbing two fingers along my folds. “You missed this, didn’t you?” I immediately nodded my head as I nibbled at my bottom lip, needing him to touch me more. “I knew it.” His fingers slowly began circling my clit then, drawing satisfied moans from my mouth. “Yeah. I bet you touch yourself thinking of that night in LA,” His mouth was nibbling at my neck just below my ear, and the heat from his breath caused goosebumps to raise on my skin and my nipples to harden. “And I bet you pretend that your fingers are mine.”

Just as the words left his lips, he plunged two fingers up into me, causing me to gasp in pleasurable shock. Immediately, his fingers went to work curling up to my spongey g-spot and forcing my knees to buckle. Desperate for more contact, I wrapped a leg around his waist so that his fingers could reach even deeper into me. Hushed moans fell thoughtlessly from my mouth, and I prayed that no one in the house could hear them. I gripped helplessly onto the back of Matt’s neck as he rested his forehead against my collar bone, putting all of his effort into his plunging fingers.

“You feel good sweetheart?” He asked, his words coming out in short bursts as he continued his movements. “S-so g-good.” I replied carelessly, arching my back off of the door as I felt tension like a stretched rubber band grow in my stomach. Aching from the pressure, I reached in between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit; desperately chasing my high. After just a brief moment, Matt looked down between my legs and, upon realizing what I was doing, slapped my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. His fingers worked on my clit and my core simultaneously, and I lost all control over the erotic noises that poured out of my mouth.

“Shh.” Matt demanded, placing his own mouth on mine in a motionless kiss to stifle my moans. The stimulation was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. “G-gonna cum.” I managed to spew out against Matt’s open mouth, and he hummed in response; keeping his pace on my heat steady. “Look at me while you cum, Y/n.” Matt’s voice was commanding, and without thinking twice I opened my pinched eyes and was met with his focused yet aroused gaze just before being overtaken by an earth-shattering orgasm.

As pleasure rippled through my body, my blurry vision never veered from his face as his fingers fucked me through my high. I bit my lip so hard that I left indents to suffocate my stream of moans before they could leave my lips. I felt myself squirt, the pressure that had built up inside of me immediately being relieved, and as I did he removed his one hand from my core and used his other to continue rubbing my clit so that the fluid sprayed all over the front of him and down my legs.

As I was still trembling through my high, I watched as Matt used his free hand to yank his jeans and boxers down his legs before plunging his hard cock into me. “Fuck.” We both gasped in unison as he sunk every inch through my walls, shuddering from the immediate pleasure that we both felt. Matt stayed still for a moment, clearly collecting himself, before pounding into me strenuously. Grasping onto his shoulders in order to stay grounded, I muttered nonsense as his cock slammed into my g-spot relentlessly.

“Fuck. Missed this pussy so fucking much.” Matt groaned in my ear, causing me to cry out as he drove his cock harder and harder into me; so hard that my head began smacking against the door frame. Suddenly, Matt’s hands snaked down to my ass, cupping it in his grasp and lifting me up. Still inside of me, he began walking me towards his bed on the far side of the room, where he placed me on the end of the bed and spun me around. I lay there like a rag doll as I let him reposition me into doggy, before I felt him slide his dick back through my opening.

“Jesus Christ.” I moaned, the new position deeper than the last as I felt every inch of him stretch out my walls and reach even further into me. Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair and I cried out as he used his grip to pull my head up off of the bead. With my back pressed against him, he covered my mouth with his hand as he peppered my sensitive neck with wet kisses. “You love my cock, don’t you baby?” He asked in a rough voice against my ear, and I nodded. Suddenly, his hand made contact with my throat and he tightened his fingers around it again. “Words, Y/n.” He said tauntingly, and I whined. “Y-yes. I love it Matt.” I managed to reply before he loosened his grip on both my throat and my hair, allowing my body to fall back onto the bed.

His hands found my hips, and he held them tightly as he continued thrusting into me. His pace was growing slightly choppier, and I smiled to myself maniacally, knowing that he was feeling good. As his rhythm slowed, I began moving my own hips up and down to meet his length. Noticing what I was doing, Matt stopped his own movements and allowed me to fuck myself on his cock. I heard his heavy breathing behind me as I continued to throw myself down on it, picking up the pace with each pump.

His hands gripped my hips tighter before he spoke. “Mmmm, slow down honey, gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.” I smiled to myself once again, and even let out a small chuckle as I continued at the same quick pace; wanting to make him feel good. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the space between us as I worked his cock up and down my walls, and I felt another orgasm approaching down my spine. “Matty, gonna cum again.” I whined as the build up became un-ignorable. “Me too. Turn around. Wanna see that pretty face while you take it.” His words went straight to my core, and I struggled to find the strength to do exactly what he said.

With his help, I flipped around so that I was now on my back looking right up at his naked frame. He gazed down at me with eyes so dark and filled with lust that I almost gasped from the stark difference from the Matt that I typically saw. Leaning over me, he drove his length into me again, grabbing onto my tits as he did; making me see stars. Matt grabbed onto my legs and bent them at the knees before pressing them down and allowing his cock so much access to the deepest part of my core that I almost cried in addictive pain. “You want me to cum in you baby?” He asked, his voice a whole octave lower than usual due to his aroused state. I nodded, before remembering to use my words. “P-please cum in me.” I added, feeling my own orgasm causing my walls to already begin to convulse slightly. Holding onto my knees tightly, Matt’s jaw went slack before he released a guttural moan, enough to push me over the edge for the second time tonight.

With his cock pulsing inside of me, I shook uncontrollably as my second orgasm tore through me without mercy. I clung onto anything that I could as I fought the urge to scream profanities out at the top of my lungs as my walls milked his shaft dry. Matt continued to thrust into me slowly, pushing all of his cum deep inside as he helped me come down from my high. Once my moans halted, he planted a soft kiss to my hand resting on his chest before slowly pulling his cock out of me; watching the mix of his and my cum drip from my opening.

Walking over to his closet for what I assumed was a towel, he chuckled. Still catching my breath and recovering from my tornado of an orgasm, I struggled to lift myself off of the bed. “What’s so funny?” I asked as I watched him walk over with a towel just as I suspected. Still smiling, he shook his head as he began cleaning me up. “Nothing. It’s just that shit is way too good.” I laughed myself at his words, because I unfortunately agreed. “It probably wasn’t the best idea.” I began as I stood on shaky legs to retrieve my lost articles of clothing. “The first time was purely practical. The second could be called an accident. But a third time? There’s no explaining that away.” I said as I dressed myself.

“What?” He started, walking over to where I was standing to retrieve his own pants. “You’re the one that said that good friendships include fucking each other every once in a while.” I rolled my eyes. I had said that in Los Angeles, but had meant it as a joke at the time. “I don’t know if fucking every time we’ve seen each other constitutes as ‘once in a while’.” I replied, running my hands through my messy hair in an attempt to remedy my fucked out appearance. With a sheepish smirk on his face, he shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s working out fine, don’t you?” I couldn’t contain my smile at this, giving away that I agreed. “And besides, no one has to know about this time. No brothers barging in, no Discord servers being left on. No one knows so there’s no need for an explanation this time.” He pulled me to his chest and hugged me for a moment, and I instantly felt more reassured.

“Ready to go? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see the score.” I laughed before pulling away from the hug and heading to his bedroom door. We walked down the stairs in a single file, and walked back into the living room with the intention of looking as inconspicuous as possible. Nick was still sound asleep, but Chris was wide awake, still staring at the tv. He was suspiciously quiet, but I allowed myself to believe that it was just because he was locked into the game, so I nonchalantly sat down on the couch beside him. Just as Matt settled onto the couch to my right, Chris cleared his throat before speaking. “So, Y/n. What was your favourite piece?” I turned to face him in confusion, and mentally scrambled to try to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. “The fuck?” I asked just as Matt pinched my thigh gently under the blanket.

As I realized that he was talking about the excuse that Matt and I had made to go upstairs, I watched as Chris’ eyes shot open and he pointed a finger between me and Matt. “I fuckin’ knew it!” I tried to speak, but I was completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence; let alone a believable lie. I heard Matt groan to my right. “You two fucked again didn’t you!” Still, silence.

Our lack of retaliation was enough to give Chris the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, you guys are a couple of dogs.” He turned back to face the screen, but not before dramatically scooting a few centimetres away from me on the couch. I slowly turned my head to face Matt, and found him closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle a laugh. At this, I had to cover my mouth to to the same, and I prayed that Chris couldn’t see my shoulders shaking as I laughed silently. My silent laugh seemed to be contagious, because I watched as Matt’s body began to tremble in laughter as his hand went back to casually resting on my thigh under the blanket.

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Gift Wrapped.

18+ only. Minors DNI

My friend and I were having a discussion the other day about just how hot a man in military uniform is, how they’re all perfectly gift wrapped for you, it reminded me of this short thing I’d wrote.

It’s almost 5am here but you all have been blessing me with likes so lemme bless you with this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem bodied Reader (no use of Y/N)

Words: Under 1000 (definitely know what it is)

Warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, Smut, Bucky in his uniform. If I’ve missed anymore let me know

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The drinks had well and truly been flowing. Bucky’s squad had just recently been rescued and in celebration you were all dragged to a bar.

You had to admit, Bucky looked mighty swell in his uniform, spare the hat, which had been sat aside him for the rest of the evening. His hair was tussled and a small blush decorating his cheeks as he spoke away to Steve. His shoulders looked exceptionally wide and his waist teeny tiny, it was hard not to run your eyes over his figure.

He caught your eyes staring, his lips quirking up into a small smile and his eyes running over your own body before giving you a sly wink. Your body was all of a sudden crying out for a refreshment.

As you approached the bar and made small talk with the older bartender, Bucky approached you from behind, snaking his arm around you waist.

“Hey sweetheart, I missed you” his deep voice scratching your brain in the most perfect way and that deep sandalwood cologne and whiskey scent only added to the fuzziness in your mind.

“I missed you too Buck, it’s been a long time” you replied, stealing a quick glance of his body wrapped in that pristine suit now that he was much closer.

“That it has” He didn’t hide the way his eyes slinked down the curves of your body protected by your dress.

Suddenly he was dragging you to the bathrooms.

His plump lips smacked themselves onto yours, giving you no respite or room to breath. His soft breathy moans escaping his mouth and falling into your own as he explored with his tongue. He wasted no time in removing your layers of clothing, the dress pooled at your ankles and your silk panties were tucked away neatly in his pocket. He flipped your body over, giving himself a nice view of your ass and wet core.

His uniform however remained intact, albeit a little disheveled.

“Fucking missed you sweetheart” he groaned in your ear, his fingers coated in your sweet nectar as he plunged them repeatedly into your heat.

“You’re so tight again, you think you can still take my cock? Huh?” His free hand moving from palming his cock to gripping at your once neatly up done hair.

“Ahh Buck, please!” you begged, an orgasm approaching quicker than you’d like or expected.

“What baby say it”

“Fuck me, please Buck”

His fingers left your body, leaving your hole empty and clenching around nothing. You heard the sweet jingle of his belt buckle and zip and then he was over you, his large frame against your back, the gold embellished buttons sending shivers down your body as they ran down your spine.

Lining himself up with you, he ran the head from your hole to your clit, rubbing himself against the bundle of pleasure before making his way back up to your core. After a quick kiss to your temple he pushed his length inside you, hands gripping your hips with bruising strength. He was right, the abandonment of your pussy had left it tight, the thickness of his cock stretching you out wonderfully leaving you feeling completely full.

“Shit sweetheart I don’t think I’ll last long like this” he moaned erotically into your ear, the pleasure from his brutal pace evidently just as overwhelming for him as it was for you.

You moaned loudly, you could feel yourself slowly creep over that mountain, desperate to reach the peak and tumble over the sweet cliff of pleasure.

“Shit that’s it cum nice and hard for me baby. That’s it” he encouraged, dropping his right hand to play with your little clit.

It took around two measly strokes of your little bud for you to almost scream out his name in pleasure, his own orgasm coming over him as well. He pushed himself as far as he could into your hole, groaning a string of words along with your name through gritted teeth, his release hitting the farthest depths inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart” he laughed breathlessly, his sweaty head resting between your shoulder blades as he regained his strength.

You weren’t much better, the feeling of his cock slipping out with your combined juices almost enough to have you orgasming for a second time. Your weak knees suddenly struggling under the weight of both of your bodies.

“Remind me to wear my uniform more often” he quipped, gazing lovingly at you from the mirror over the sink before fetching something to clean you both up.

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40s Bucky is my literal oxygen, uhh man I just can’t. I write so much about him but get scared because I don’t like the way it’s worded and stuff. Just the SUIT the MAN, I need to go to sleep.

I hope you enjoy my mediocre writing x

[melkintoyou]

James Joint

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, friends to lovers, stoner mark, established relationship, not suitable for minors

word count: 1,152

Summary: a summer afternoon spent with your boyfriend of four months as you slowly fall more in love

“don’t say a word.. just come over and lie here with me..”  John Mayer blared through the speakers as you sat on your boyfriend’s lap, trying to roll a joint. He swayed you both to the music. Your back into the comfort of his chest.

The room was lit bright from the golden hour, as the sun was setting. The mixture of warm sun rays and Mark's hands caressing your thighs under your dress made you highly content. 

“whatchu know about John Mayer!?” He giggled into your ear and leaving a kiss behind it. 

“Yes Mark.. you put me on..” You rolled your eyes as you sealed the joint with your tongue. 

“DONE!” You admire your work. “You like?!” You ask for your boyfriend’s approval, after him teaching you to roll for weeks now.

“Yes baby, well done” he handed you a lighter with a grin, as you turned to face him. 

Maybe it was the first hot day of the year, maybe it was your boyfriends hands desperately caressing your body or maybe it was the feel of his heart beating against your back. Something was in the air this evening.

It has been exactly 4 months since you and Mark have made things official. Each day spent with him felt like coming home after a long day. It all started with him asking you, if you had wanted a brownie from his work place one day. Then he asked again. Then again, the next day and the day after that.. Some days you didn’t even want a brownie but he continued to ask and you kept saying yes. 

He would come over almost every day with the brownie and you both spent hours just talking and laughing. Until one day you just kissed him. Shocked at first, he pulled back. “Are you sure?” He asked. 

“If we do this, you know we can never go back to being friends.. you know that right?” Sincerity in his voice. 

“I’ve never been more sure about anything else” you pulled him back into a kiss and rest was history. 

Fast forward to four months, here, now in this room. You were content. This relationship felt like a big sigh of relief from the intensity of the world and you were happy. 

“I wanna try something” he said taking in a drag. “Open your mouth” his lips hovered over yours as you tried your hardest not to melt into his mouth. He chuckled, “so needy baby.. patience.” 

You opened your mouth and fought against your instinct to kiss him. He blew the smoke into your mouth and you inhaled. “Good girl.. just like that” his voice now, lower and raspier.

He continued to do this a couple times before handing you the joint and picking you up, walking over to the bed. Laying you on the bed, he hovered over you. Taking in your features and your frame before granting you the kiss you so desperately wanted. The taste of smoke, mixed with his sweet tongue sent tingles down your spine. You got so lost into the kiss, as if the whole world had melted with your lips connecting. Nothing else mattered. 

“I want you to keep smoking” he looked into your eyes before placing soft kisses along your jaw, down to your neck whilst his hand grazed his fingers along your nipple. 

Weed made your senses work at a 1000 and you unfolded under his touch. It felt like electric shocks across your body as your underwear pooled with arousal. He slowly pulled your dress down to free your breasts, taking one in his mouth and continuing playing with the other nipple. It was getting hard to focus on the joint as your head was close to empty. 

Noticing your reaction, he chuckled to himself. “Don’t go weak on me now baby” leaving kisses across your stomach as he made his way between your legs. Moving your panties to the side, you saw his jaw drop and eyes dark, clouded with lust. He ran his fingers across your folds. “Fuck..” 

“So wet for me” he said in awe of you. Mark began to leave wet kisses along your inner thighs, making you ache for his mouth every second. He looked so majestic as the sun light hit the side of his face. Highlighting one side of his body and leaving the other side in shade. This moment felt like a painting. Unable to form words, you moaned. He licked a strip across from the bottom of your pussy to the top until he reached the clit. 

“baby.. im under your curse” the song now playing Curse by The Internet from your playlist. Mark was taking his time, giving attention to your clit making your breath get caught at the back of your throat. “ba.. I..” unable to form words you let out a moan. “Mm?” He hummed against your heat, making your mind go crazy from the vibration. He looked up at you and stopped. “Yes baby?” His face glistened from your arousal in the sun. His smile looked beautiful as ever. 

“I love this song” you finally formed a coherent sentence. “It reminds me of you” you blushed, feeling your face get hot. He inserted two fingers inside you. 

“Yeah?” His face soft but eyes determine to make you reach climax. He slowly started to pump his fingers inside you. “Is this our song?” 

You felt frustration from the absence of his tongue on your clit and pushed his head back down. “Yes..” 

He started sucking on your clit with fingers still inside you, making you see stars. He stopped and looked up again. Now, teasing you. “So what part of the song is your favourite?” He asked, furrowing his brows as if he’s genuinely curious. 

“Shhhh” you pushed his head back down again.

“Oh you want me to shut the fuck up?” He sucked on your clit one more time, gaining another moan from you. “You want me to shut up and eat your pussy baby?” 

These words went straight to your brain making your synapsis short circuit. “Uh huh” last coherent response he got from you before he grabbed your thigh to pull you closer and made circles around your clit. Fingers finding your g-spot at the same time, making you moan uncontrollably. 

“Is this the spot baby?” He giggled against your heat, no chance of slowing down. “Cum for me baby” and with that, you released all over his hands and face. Joint lost, somewhere in the abyss. Only his name and moans rolled off your tongue as he let you ride your high. He came up smiling to your face, evidently proud of himself. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a messy kiss, your spit and arousal mixing into one, making you dizzy. 

“I love tasting myself on you” you moaned into the kiss. 

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*First Day Of Training

Kinktober 2024: Brat Taming

Eris x Nesta

word count: 1000

cw: Brat taming, spanking, punishment, allusion to sex

"You're going to regret that," Eris murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips as he leaned closer to Nesta.

The air between them crackled with challenge, and Nesta's eyes narrowed in response.

"Is that so?" Nesta's voice was as sharp as the knives she had been known to throw.

"You think you can handle me?"

Her question hung in the air like a dare, and Eris' smile grew more dangerous. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and tugged her closer.

"Oh, I know I can," he said, his breath hot against her ear.

Nesta's heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the heat from his body seep into her own. The scent of him was intoxicating, a blend of musk and leather that made her knees weak.

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

"Prove it," she spat, her voice betraying none of the desire that was slowly pooling in her core.

With a low chuckle, Eris dragged her over to a nearby chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving hers.

He yanked her over his lap, her skirts billowing up around her waist. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Nesta felt vulnerable, but the thrill of the moment only made her more defiant.

"You've been a very naughty girl," Eris said, his voice thick with amusement.

His hand rested on her backside, a silent promise of what was to come.

Nesta squirmed, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal.

"You're one to talk," she shot back, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing," Eris replied, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. "And you're about to find out just how good I am at it."

Without wasting another second, he raised his hand and brought it down with a firm smack on her plump ass.

Nesta gasped, the shock of the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

She had never felt anything like this before – a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made her want to both struggle free and push back for more.

"You're going to learn to obey me, little brat," Eris said, his voice filled with authority.

His hand rested on her burning skin for a brief moment before it lifted again, delivering another smack. Nesta's breath hitched, and she could feel herself growing wetter.

"You're enjoying this," Eris observed, a smug grin playing on his face. "But that's not enough. You need to learn your place."

He began to spank her in a rhythmic pattern, alternating cheeks, each smack a little harder than the last.

Nesta bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. She could feel the heat from his palm spreading across her ass, the sting growing more intense with every impact.

Her pussy was throbbing now, and she could feel the dampness spreading between her legs.

"Count," Eris ordered, his hand stilling for a moment.

Nesta's breathing was ragged, her mind racing.

This was a game she hadn't anticipated playing with the infamous High Lord, and she didn't know if she could do it. But the look in his eyes, the dominance in his tone, it called to something deep within her, a need to push boundaries and submit.

"One," she murmured, the word barely escaping her lips.

Eris' hand descended again, a little harder this time.

"Two," she counted, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the room, the noise echoing in her ears. Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of the next smack.

"Three," she managed to get out as another blow landed, making her jolt.

The sting was intense, but it only served to fuel her desire. She felt her cheeks burn not just from the spanking, but also from the embarrassment of her body's traitorous response.

Eris paused, his hand hovering over her reddened skin.

"You're going to count to ten, Nesta. And with each number, you're going to apologize for your disobedience." His eyes bore into hers, a fierce challenge that she couldn't ignore.

Her breath came in short gasps, the heat of his hand branding her.

"Four," she murmured, the word almost a purr. "I'm sorry for questioning you."

"Five," Eris said, his palm coming down with a sharp crack. "And for that smart mouth."

Nesta's eyes watered, but she remained defiant.

"Five," she echoed, her voice shaky with need. "I'm sorry for my mouth."

Eris' hand paused, his gaze darkening with desire.

"Your mouth," he mused, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle on her ass. "It's going to get you in trouble one day, little brat."

He smacked her again, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"Six," she gasped out.

The spanking continued, each smack sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her. Nesta found herself leaning into the pain, craving the next hit as if it were a sweet caress.

Her apologies grew more earnest with each number, the words slipping out between gasps and moans.

"Seven. Eight. I'm sorry for fighting you."

Eris's hand fell harder, and she felt the tension coil tighter in her belly.

"Nine," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"T..ten," she finally managed, her voice breaking.

He leaned in close, his breath warm on her neck.

"Very good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you've learned your lesson."

He stood, setting her on her trembling legs.

Her ass was on fire, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his praise.

Nesta turned to face him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal. Eris's gaze dropped to her heaving chest, and she felt a smug satisfaction knowing she had affected him too.

"Is that all?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

"For now," Eris said, his eyes never leaving hers.

He stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat from his body, and ran a finger down her cheek.

"But don't think for a second that this is over. Your training has just begun."

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[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: Smut, scent kink, pee mention, masturbation (m), the reader wears panties but no pronouns are used.

author notes: This is what happens when I wake up and first thing I see is @boyardee-znuts asking for desperate 'Tsumu. I just upped the ante LOL. Hope to go back to normal writings after I finish my exams.

‘Fuck you and your cookie game’ Atsumu thinks while his right hand desperately strokes his hard cock a pair of your used panties adding a new texture to this pitiful experience.

How does he know he looks pitiful? Well, the expression on your face while you look at him leaves no room for doubts.

If you just accepted to help him out now he wouldn’t look like a loser, he wouldn’t have to dig in your dirty laundry to find two panties, like one of those sick perverts, he wouldn’t have ended up looking like this.

The blonde tried at first to look irresistible, he wanted to lure you into joining him after all, you would have fallen for his charming way in…5 minutes? Atsumu did his calculations.

So sad he is so bad at math.

Not only you didn’t even glance at him, but his mind also numbed just after sniffing the scent in your panties. He soon licked the cotton of your panties where he could slightly taste your essence and something more…sour? Is this piss? And why is it turning him on so much?

Atsumu’s head stops thinking, letting this whirlwind of degeneracy engulf him; if doing 10 makes you go to hell then why not do 1000?

He frees his cock from his shorts, not even bothering to pull them off completely, to stroke his aching cock with another pair of your used panties, his hands try to match the rhythm of his tongue, hot muscle still licking up and down the wet cotton, in the desperate search of your flavor that always send a tickle down his spine and make his hips snap up. If only you were really sitting on his face right now, thighs trembling while his fingers leave indents in them, Atsumu is sure that he’d be able to make you mewl with pleasure.

Atsumu pushes his pinkish sweatshirt in his mouth, teeth keeping it up as if his life depended on it. Maybe if he shows his abs, now covered in a thin layer of sweat your willpower will crumble. He opens his eyes, his lashes a bit sticky from newly formed tears, and what he sees?

You are looking at him. Too bad that the disinterest is dripping from your face.

That’s how he finds himself at the starting point, a too-loud moan escaping his throat, reddish lips hanging open, sweatshirt now crumpled and wet sticking on his chest, some of his blonde curls stick on his forehead, but Atsumu doesn’t move them away, hands too busy either stroking his cock or touching his hard nipples.

“You look like a real whore ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah-“ You finally step closer to him, but still out of reach. “Please h-help me” His doe-eyes shining for all the tears spilling on his reddened cheeks, he sits lower on his armchair so he can get his hips near you, each thrust more desperate, his dick twitching begging for your attention.

“I never took you for the begging type.” Your voice is so cold and disinterested, your disappointment only excites him more.

“Please, please-“ A louder moan reverberates in his living room, the music from your game dulled long ago.

“You are really a pathetic guy.” You reply, your feet pushing against his hard-on, making your boyfriend groan in pleasure. “Really, really pathetic” you slowly say, never leaving your position, keeping him afar.

“Y-Yes I am! I’m just r-really disgusting boy.” He bucks his hip on your feet, the rhythm is random and you can sense his orgasm approaching.

So you just step on it harder, your heel pushing hard at the base of his cock.

Seems like it was the right decision, Atsumu’s eyes roll back, and his tongue lolls out staining his face even more with drool. His dick twitches one last time, cum stains both his abdomen and his sweatshirt, his red tip still covered in little globes of cum.

 “Are you fine dear?” You finally get closer to him, you remove your feet and pat his head, brushing away the blonde curls to look at him better.

“Do you need something? Water? A warm bath?” Your voice is warm and soothing this time, helping him come back to Earth after the intense orgasm.

He looks at you, eyes still a bit misty, and gulps before talking “Can we cuddle?” His voice is broken and rough. You smile, your hands softly caressing his chin “Yes, dear, let me pick a napkin before.”

You clean him up the best you can before joining him on the armchair, that cracks from the new added weight.

A few minutes of silence go by, some sweet kisses exchanged but nothing more, his breath and heartbeat still.

“You don’t think I’m pathetic, right?” Atsumu looks at you, a smirk gracing his face.

…

“Hey, hey, (Y/n) answer me- where are you going, hey!”

Some things are better left unanswered.

[nsf-watch]

SYMWEAVER SEX HEADCANONS

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! SubTop! Niran, DomBottom! Satya, p in v, Bondage, Teasing, DS dynamics, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Orgasm / Creampie, Face Sitting, uhm - face sitting after creampie ? what do I mark that as?

!! gods they're so cute together..

SYMWEAVER WHO...

Loves teasing each other in public, even if one's more subtle than the other.

"You're looking good enough to ravish tonight, Satya, dear.. I might just have to take you home right now."

Followed by a subtle glance from Satya, letting Niran know who's in charge tonight.

His face for sure turns red in response, thinking of all the things she'll do to him.

Nothing crazy, of course.

Mostly being wrapped up in her light, tied to the bed as she teases his cock.

Her tongue lightly caressing his shaft, her hand teasing his tip.

And every time he thrusts his hips up a little, she squeezes his thigh.

"Patience is a virtue you still haven't learnt, I see."

The shivers that send down his spine as she finally gets on top and sinks her pretty pussy on his aching dick.

She doesn't ride fast, no, she takes her time.

She considers it payback for keeping her up late during their years at the academy.

Satya's hips just grinding against him before she bounces at just the right pace, her moans soft compared to Niran's desperate ones.

He tugs against the constraints on him, silently begging to just hold her.

He goes crazy each time she drags his nails across his chest, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

She always stops her movements when she notices that, grabbing his chin and making her look at her.

"Eyes on me. Unless you want me to stop?"

"I'm sorry.. You feel so good and I-"

"Eyes. On. Me."

"..Yes, ma'am.."

"Good boy."

And she keeps going, a little slower now just to tease and punish him for looking away.

She keeps his chin in her grasp though, 1000%

She shakes and shivers as she's filled with his hot cum, desperate pants as she keeps riding him all the way through his orgasm

She does free him from his restraints to only sit on his face after.

"Good boys always clean up their messes.."

And he does so willingly, slopping away at her wet and seman-filled cunt.

Her fingers play with her clit as she rides his face until she reaches her own peak, his name falling from her lips as she does..

After-cuddles are always a must after cleaning up together.

Niran usually covering Satya's face in kisses as she runs his fingers through his hair.

[sorcerous-caress]

Glad to see that Artemy is still down bad with his puppylove crush for Rubin in P1

Fellas is it gay to tell your platonic best friend how a dirty suggustive word escaping from his kissable lips literally made shivers run down your spine?

This was their first ever conversation after the long series of murder threat letters Rubin sent to him

Artemy read those and thought damn my bff missed me <3 better go check on him and make a dirty joke hehe just like old times

Bonus: Grief holds the crown for the ultimate Artemy simp even in P1

At least in P2, you were childhood friends, but here? You're just strangers. Pull yourself together Grief, you just met this guy! And pick your jaw off of the floor

Artemy: call me soft again and I'll break your jaw

Grief: Awoogha 🔥🔥🔛🔝🔛🔝🗣💯💥🗣💯💥

Artemy: And I killed some of your guys.

Grief: !!!!! Did they pick on you!!!!

Artemy: y-

Grief: Then consider it on the house, big boss. Especially just for you, a gift from me to you, beautiful guy. Don't even worry about it or apologise. Actually, say less sweetheart. From now on, you have free rein to murder as many of my goons as you wish blondie. You're worth 100 guys NAY 1000 NAY 10000 guys just for you. Wanna a gun? Want some bullets? I even have shoes that are your exact size. Don't ask why. You know I always admired and respected your father. You should definitely come talk to me more so that I may drop lore about him in exchange for your time and company wink wink. I know I said wink wink out loud, don't mind it, sweetness.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Nectar of the Gods || Albert Wesker

A/n: in honor of the RE 4 remake Wesker. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): RE 4 Wesker, GN reader, hate fucking, short one-shot, oral (m).

No Minors Allowed!!

You can hardly contain your moans; it's a good thing that no one is around to hear the filthy noises pouring from your mouth. As if anyone would question your superior. 

Regardless, this isn't meant to be. 

Your work with the Organization is surrounded by secrecy. But for a few weeks, you have been tasked with assisting a former scientist turned traitor, Albert Wesker. 

He's egotistical…a prude of a superior, but hot in a wicked sort of way, unlike any man you've ever met. Those glasses he wears annoy you, wearing them indoors no matter how dim the lighting in the facility is; 'Chopard', you reckon - 500 to 1000 a pair, because you know his majesty can afford it. 

Then there is the way he carries himself as if he is a God clad in a form-fitting gray suit. Despite your distaste for the man, he looks good enough to eat and he knows it; he flaunts it in your face; the cocky shit. 

So it's no surprise when he flat-out asks you if you want to fuck him, you don't beat around the bush with your answer. 

“Riding your cock would be more pleasant than hearing your sad attempts at a rude analysis whenever you're feeling particularly nasty." 

And so here you are, channeling all your irritation for the man as you ride him, clutching the leather gun straps buckled around his sturdy shoulders to keep your pace hard and rough. It helps that Wesker isn't sitting like a lazy frat boy, thrusting his hips to match your pace, which he seems to have no problem doing. 

Your thighs are a trembling mess when you reach your orgasm, arching your back as intense waves of pleasure overtakes every nerve in your body. Warm tears gather in your eyes but you blink them away and lean your head down to capture his lips. 

A snarky grin tempts you to stand up and walk away, but the moment he opens his mouth, you are ensnared. He's exquisite, a taste so saccharine you fear too much will rot your teeth. You want more. 

The burn in your thighs pulls a groan from you and you tremble in exertion, but Wesker pulls your weight, a notion that furthers your annoyance, and slowly thrusts into you so that you can savor his taste without interruption. 

How generous. 

A sudden alert draws your attention to the screens behind you as a call comes in. Wesker tightens his jaw and motions for you to get off him. You consider leaving, but the completionist in you keeps you from doing so. 

Once you're off him, you sink to your knees between his legs. Wesker raises a thin brow in response. 

“I can always leave you with your hand," you state, daring him to question you. 

His jaw tightens and instead, he leans forward and answers the call. 

“I've obtained 'the Amber'," the voice of a woman declares. 

You tune out Wesker's response, taking his cock into your mouth. The taste of you mixes with your saliva as you sink to the base, angling your head to keep from banging it on the underside of the desk as you bob your head.

A low hum pours from His Majesty, gracing the words that effortlessly follow; something about the lives in the balance of his plan. You don't necessarily hear the entire thing, focusing on the task at hand. Even when the call abruptly ends, you ignore the stunning blond until a hand rests on the back of your neck, fingers slowly sliding into your hair. Your eyes nearly roll back when he tightens his hold on your scalp, turning your head at the perfect angle to witness the expression on your face as he cums, coating your mouth. 

You swallow the mess, turning your eyes to Wesker as he uses his free hand to part your swollen lips. Sticking out your tongue, you show him that not a drop is left. He seems pleased, but a hint of irritation knits his brows. 

“Don't be disrespectful," Wesker utters. His baritone voice sends shivers down your spine. “Say thank you."

Is he serious? Of course, he fucking is. His Majesty isn't the joking type.

You tighten your hand into a fist, narrowing your eyes. It's fine. You're the bigger person here; he's nothing more than a nail looking to get knocked into place. 

“I have to give credit where it's due. At least you weren't a lousy fuck."

Wesker tightens his jaw but grins, releasing you. 

Standing, you readjust your clothes and saunter towards the door. 

“Forget what you heard, or not…it doesn't matter," Wesker states.

His tone is threatening, but you merely grin. 

“Every wall has eyes."

The powers that be already know his plans. They could stop him, but they merely wish to watch. His inevitable downfall will be sweet. 

You wet your lips. Perhaps even sweeter than him. 

[easygame12]

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[filmtv2022]

The Light in the Storm

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader

**I did my best to keep the reader gender-neutral in this one.

Synopsis/Lead Up: Metatron has called Aziraphale back to Heaven leaving you and Crowley to pick up the pieces on Earth. In Heaven, Zirah believes he is making lasting change. Little does he know that things are worse than ever. With Aziraphale preoccupied, the Metatron has a group of angels sent to remove the threat that is Anthony J. Crowley from the playing field… for good. Having fulfilled their task, you are left all alone to pass the time until they come for you too. Unable to move forward, and unwilling to let Heaven dictate how you’ll leave this world, you vowed to avenge Crowley’s death. Using any means necessary, you lured the angels away from society. With no one around to see the carnage, you eliminate those who took your demon (and your angel) from you.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide/taking one’s life through holy water + blood + illusion to torture/murder + Dark fic (with just a little comfort at the end) + grief

A/N: This is kinda dark, so please use some caution when reading it. There is some comfort in the end and the reader does survive the ordeal. Additionally, for this fic, the reader is a demon that has been living with Aziraphale and Crowley for 1000s of years. Also, the reader uses some type of blade that can make an angel bleed but it also kills them if they are stabbed (think Supernatural kinda… but not really). And, as always, I apologize for any mistakes.

Driving rain pelted the windows leaving all that sat in the darkness beyond the thin glass in shadows. The tiny cabin groaned in agony as heavy-handed gusts beat against it. Hours had passed since the storm began to rage and it showed no visible signs of slowing. The lights flickered nervously as though trembling in the wake of the lightning and its ever-consistent partner. Thunderous tremors wracked the aging structure filling the deadly still with momentary life, but it wasn’t enough to drive out the oppressive stench of death that gripped the cabin.

A metallic oder clung to the air, its sting was matched only by the warmth of the blood that dripped in heavy lines along your fingertips and pooled in crimson puddles beside your feet. The sharp clatter of a steel blade smacking against the wooden floor echoed alongside the storm as it fell from your grip. Free of its hold, you drifted toward the large window near the front door. Your bare feet struggled to grip the gore-soaked floorboards. Layers of dried and fresh blood mixed in sticky smears and pools. Blankly you stared out the window overlooking the front drive of the cabin.

The white crash of lightning illuminated the muddy drive and the slick black outline of the Bentley parked nearby. You pressed your crimson-stained forehead and palms to the glass letting your eyes slip shut as Crowley's agonized screams sounded violently in your memory. Losing control of your resolve, what remained of your fragile hold on reality slipped away into the abyss. The air inside the room crackled with electricity and the stink of ozone overpowered the omnipresent presence of death. Rage tore down the length of your spine as a scream ripped from your lungs. Your head flew back and your body arched. Your arms flung wide, as flaming red light radiated in waves from your body.

Turning away from the window to observe the scene of your slaughter, electricity surged through the tiny space smashing wildly into everything it touched shattering it all beyond repair. Slowly, the strength it took to wield such power drained from your limbs forcing you to the ground. Your knees crashed into what remained of the now broken floor with a sickening crunch. Pain radiated through your body forcing the rest of the air from your depleted lungs.

Gasping, your shoulders heaved and your face came up to meet the sky that now was visible through the broken roof. Icey rain whipped against you, soaking through your bloodstained clothes and drenching your onyx wings. The droplets tried to wash away the ichor that coated your skin, but there was nothing strong enough to wipe away the evidence of your sin.

In a near whisper, you spoke toward Heaven, “Aziraphale, I'm so sorry.” His name was a plea… an unanswered prayer. With eyes shut and nothing left to say you reached into the pocket of your jacket, the material was stuck together with blood and water. Delicately you gripped the vial, its weight was hardly enough to register. Freeing it from its hiding spot, you worked blindly to remove the cork, allowing it to drop from your fingers.

With an unsteady hand, you brought the vial of holy water to your lips. Heaving a ragged breath you moved to tip it back, but the soft touch of another forced you to halt. Your eyes snapped open, and the vision before you was too much to fathom. Aziraphale knelt in the wreckage, the bloody water staining the creamy white of his suit an jarring scarlet as his hand wrapped softly around your wrist preventing you from ending it all.

“Aziraphale…” his name fumbled from your lips in a daze. Your free hand came up to caress his face. Tracing along the curve of his cheek, your head swam still unable to believe that he was real. Letting go of the touch, you sat stone still.

Taking advantage of your distraction, he carefully slid the vial from your grip and replaced the cork before slipping it inside his jacket. With both hands free, he pulled you close. Settling a wide palm on your waist, he watched as your eyes fell to where he touched you. Needing to see you more clearly, he cupped your face, guiding you gently to look at him.

The piercing blue of his eyes met the dead black of yours. Nothing human remained in your gaze as he held your focus on him. Tenderly, his thumb swept in an arc along your cheekbone smearing a streak of gore.

“My dear…” Zirah's voice faltered.

Tilting your head, your eyes swept over the angel taking in his soft edges and heartbroken countenance. Whispering, Aziraphale spoke your name. The sound of it seemed to stir something dormant inside of you. Raising your hands, you pushed against his chest testing the sturdiness of him beneath your touch.

“Aziraphale?” Yet again you spoke his name.

“It's me, I'm here.” Aziraphale's hands settled on top of yours, dulling the tremble as you held onto him for dear life.

Hearing his response, your eyes locked in on him. The dazed stupor gave way to bone-deep agony. You gripped his lapels violently, bunching the fabric in your fists as you began rocking back and forth in anguish. A guttural moaning cry rumbled deep in your chest as the pain and grief became too heavy to hold.

Leaning forward, you rested your forehead on his chest as his strong arms encircled your body and pressed you tightly to him. The force of your sobs shook the pair of you, but it didn't matter, he wasn't letting you go… not this time… not after all this. There was no Heaven or Hell, there was just you and him. He'd made the mistake of leaving before and it had cost him dearly. And he'd be damned before he'd lose you too.

[ikeromantic]

For your 1K follower celebration, could you do Motonari, jewel, and 😤?

Thank you!~

Alright, Noni! I couldn't help but think of the start of Motonari's route with this. I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1000 words of a certain naughty pirate, a jewel, and some rage inducing moments ^_^

Motonari attended the secret auction with his usual mix of nerves and bravado. He was a merchant prince, a warlord, and the God of Deceit. The hectic chaos of a blackmarket auction was his kinda vibe. He swaggered in and took a spot close to the stage. 

There was supposed to be something special up for grabs tonight. Something precious, a stolen treasure. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. 

The auction began with the usual trash. Gold and silver and jade. Silks and paintings. He bid on a few, things that caught his eye, pretties to decorate his shipboard cabin or to send back with Hiroyoshi. 

He was beginning to get bored, wondering if the rumors hadn’t wasted his time. But something - or rather someone - grabbed his attention. A woman, bound and gagged, stood in with the other goods. She wasn’t the only person being sold - there were a handful of others. A strong man with wide shoulders, a thin slip of a boy, and two other women - all unfortunate enough to be swept up in the illicit trade of slaves. But where the others all stood with bowed shoulders, their heads down, she stared out at the audience with fierce anger. 

Motonari felt a moment of sharp recrimination, his conscience telling him he ought to do something. But this was the way the world worked. Only . . . the girl caught his eye. Her eyes blazed with a righteous indignation. Her chin jutted forward stubbornly. And she held her body upright with pride. She was a diamond in the rough. A real gem. 

“And now, for your pleasure, a princess of the Oda. Known as Nobunaga’s favorite, a luck charm and bedwarmer. Starting bids?” The announcer pulled the girl forward and hands went up all over the room. 

Motonari would not be outbid. He wanted this one. She was beautiful. At every raise, her burning gaze would fall on the bidder with disgust. It only made him want her more. To see what lay behind those eyes. And she would be useful too. A tool he might leverage. There were so many possibilities. 

In the end, it cost him more than it should have to buy her, but he won the bidding. “Well, princess, it looks like yer all mine now,” his first words to her as he grabbed her rope and led her away. 

She didn’t deign to struggle, only gave him that ferocious stare that sent a shiver of unease down his spine. 

He took her to his cabin and shut the door behind them. Alone now, and far enough from prying eyes and listening ears, he felt safe to remove her bonds. “Look here, girlie. I’m gonna take yer gag off. If ya scream or start spoutin’ crap, I’ll put it back in again. Savvy?”

The woman gave a curt nod. 

Motonari pulled the gag down with one gloved finger. He could see that she struggled with herself not to bite him. “There. Isn’t that better?”

“You bastard.” She spat the words at him. 

“I might be,” he laughed. Then his expression turned serious. He grabbed her by the jaw, pressing his fingers into her skin until he could see a flash of pain in her eyes. “But bastard or no, I own you now. You’ll do what I say, when I say. Or I’ll do worse than kill you.”

Motonari expected her to look afraid. Perhaps to squeak or quiver. Afterall, he was an intimidating man and she was a small woman, tied and at his mercy. But she smiled instead. “I’m not stupid. I’ll do what you say as long as I must. But the second I have a chance . . . I’ll get free. And you’ll regret every terrible thing you did to me.”

“No one is really free. You should be glad you at least know you’re a slave.” He snorted. “I shoulda guessed you had flowers in yer head. Only an idiot would act brave in your situation.”

She didn’t reply, but something wavered in her eyes. Perhaps she was more scared than she let on. It made Motonari feel a little bad. He rubbed her chin where his fingers had dug in and then let go. Her skin was soft, he could feel that much even through his gloves. He had a mad urge to pull one off just to see how soft her cheek was, but he resisted it. 

The woman was still staring at him with bared hatred. The kind of look that would kill you if it could. He didn’t blame her. She was a jewel and he was treating her like common stowage. Motonari turned away and rummaged in his locker. He wanted to give her something to make up for it. A peace offering, of sorts. 

He found what he was looking for and turned back to face her. The wrath in her expression was still there, but she looked curious too. “I got something for ya. A little reminder.”

The choker he held out was beautiful. A western bit of jewelry, velvet ribbon with a silver clasp. The gem that hung from it was a pink tourmaline, cut in a pear shape. The facets of the jewel caught the light, sparkling beautifully.

He could see she liked it. The slight softening around her eyes, a little curl at the edges of her lips. “It’s a collar,” he said roughly, hiding the warmth he felt behind more comfortable cruelty. 

Motonari leaned forward, fastening it carefully around her neck. “You’re gonna keep it on, all the time. ‘Cause it’s gonna remind you who you belong to. Savvy?” He was close enough to kiss her. The realization made him uneasy, as if he really were the kind of man who bought kidnapped girls to warm his bed. He backed away a step.

She nodded. Her eyes were wide and he caught the beginnings of a tear forming in the corner as she blinked it away. “I told you. I’ll do what you say.”

“Good. Then I’m gonna take off yer bindings. And you are gonna stay put when I do.” He pulled out his knife and cut through the ropes. The woman didn’t run. “Better?”

Her fingers felt along the edge of the velvet ribbon on her neck. “I hate you.” 

He shrugged. “That’s fine. You can hate me, so long as you obey. Now. What do ya want fer dinner?”

[frogwhispererer]

i’ll never truly understand how politicians can be okay with waking up every day knowing they could radically change millions of peoples lives for the better but actively choose not to because they can make a bit extra money. genuinely sickening. and then having the NERVE to say ‘oh but we did this and that and those are good’ oh you ‘wiped’ $1000 of a $20000+ debt ? the same debt you actively choose to increase every year? the same student debt that you never had because you were lucky enough to receive free education?? gold star for you mr albanese what a fucking hero you are. always pulling out the ‘well i grew up in social housing and my mum had to support us on the disability pension’ card too as if he isn’t actively fucking over disabled people and poor people by refusing to do raise welfare rates out of poverty. I hope he knows how ashamed his mother would be. i hope it plagues him every day. i hope he grows a fucking spine.

[swanno-arts]

👀 🤲 any details about your fallout au gamer

GRIPS YOUR SHOULDERS. can i talk about cygnus and formes' downfalls? can i talk about them being what they once HATED???

okay so this got WAY TOO LONG, I have to splice this into two so here's Cygnus' bit under the cut first!! I'll reblog this and add Formes' after!!

[CW mention of gun violence/injuries and suicide]

Cygnus and The Balancing Act SO, Cygnus! He's the sixth courier from the Mojave Express tasked to deliver packages to Mr. House. Only he has the actual package, the Platinum Chip and because of that he got fucked over by Benny and his gang and was almost left for dead. Thankfully Doc Mitchell saved him even though he has to live with losing one eye and a dreadful amnesia.

Cygnus goes on a wild goose chase to retrieve the package he lost and ends up later in New Vegas. Though he HATED New Vegas as someone who had to survive the hard way and see people die just trying to live while these people are getting high off their asses gambling everything the have. Meeting Mr. House did not make anything better. Distraught and overwhelmed, he told Swanno and Axon (his companions, Swan once being a thief in Primm and Axon being Courier Two) that he'd need some time alone to walk off the stress and that he'll deal with Benny when he's in the right mind to talk things through.

Though, on his lonesome, Cygnus just ends up stumbling into MORE problems. Such as having his entire spine, heart and brain swapped with cybernetics in Old World Blues (though he did get a cool new cybernetic robot eye just because one of the Think Tank guys didn't like an empty face hole?). Got in an entire argument with his own brain and decided to LEAVE it. He's growing more and more distraught and exhausted. My GOD he just want to get this all over with.

THEN, the big kicker, Lonesome Road. Cygnus stumbled into the Divide, and although the place seemed familiar to him, his amnesia just couldn't pin it down. Though, you can IMAGINE the amount of emotions going on in him when he learned that the entire destruction and the creation of the Divide was HIS FAULT. He gave birth to its community, he kept the community alive and YET, it was also him to bring it to its demise. He caused so much hell and he WALKED FREE AWAY FROM IT. Cygnus grew so distraught that he couldn't convince Ulysses to not fire the missile without going down in a fight. As if killing a fellow courier wasn't enough, having to see ED-E sacrifice itself to stop the missile just broke him entirely. He fled the Divide a changed man completely. With the Old Glory in his hands, he decided he'll right the wrongs.

Cygnus returned to New Vegas and stormed into The Tops. Getting access to Benny's room, he waited before he ambushed the poor guy and starts to beat him up senselessly. When Benny begged for mercy, Cygnus shot him twice, on the forehead and on the eye. Snatching the Platinum Chip (and one fun little encounter with Yes Man) he returned to House, demanding his pay (curse his People Pleaser perk, he can't bargain beyond 1000 caps). When House elaborates his plan with the chip, Cygnus simply did as told as he later activated the Securitons (and maybe fuck over Caesar while he's at it). Returning to New Vegas however, he betrays both Yes Man and House, killing House with the strike of the Old Glory. Manipulating his cybernetics, he gains control to House' systems and uses it to control his securitrons in the Battle of Hoover Dam. New Vegas, now independent... sike! Manipulating his cybernetics even more, Cygnus literally wires himself into the system ala House, taking over completely. He enacts what he calls The Balancing Act, a rule for all of New Vegas and the Mojave that EVERYONE is going to live an equal life. There won't be a poor nor a rich, SOMEHOW, everyone has to be in the middle grounds of it. He though YEAH that'll fix everything and everyone's gonna live happily ever after!

Except, no, it can't work that way. The act was so vague and this imaginary middle ground is even vaguer. The Balancing Act was a complete failure and people were MAD about it, but Cygnus... ahem, Mr. Six, had grown oblivious about it while he played dictator and House Part 2. The more people protest or slightly go off the balance, Six would sic a bot on them. Swanno and Axon got wind to the whole crap and when they learned it was CYGNUS that's behind all this, oh boy what the HELL and HOW THE THE HELL did that happened. They tried confronting him once, and Six was kind enough to offer them to stay in the Lucky 38 for several months because hey we're friends and I love you both dearly wanna be my second and third in commands? No? After everything I did for you two? Get out. They both got booted out and oh boy this cannot go on. So both Swanno and Axon planned to confront Six once more.

Axon created a rouse to distract the securitrons while Swanno sneaks his way back into the Lucky 38. Fucking around with the terminals, he finally gained access to where Six was expecting him. Six will threaten Swanno to back out, saying it was for her own good. After debates of the Balancing Act's failure and lots of emotional hell, Six decided that if Swanno won't listen, she can just try to kill him if that's what she wanted so badly. From here, there would be several options.

First Bad End, Swanno chooses to attack Six, initiating a fight. Swanno kills Six and severed his connection to the system, bringing New Vegas and the Mojave back to independence. ... Though, with Six dead, so was Cygnus.

Second Bad End, Swanno tries to reason with Six but failed to pass the needed checks. This will end up with a fight that would also end in Six's death.

Through difficult checks, Swanno manages to reason with Six and convince him to see what he had brought upon. Seeing the reality of the Act, Cygnus snaps back and drops the Six facade. Falling back, he broke into a break down, completely distraught that he was (once again) bringing destruction, this time by his own choice. Swanno attempts to comfort him, but Cygnus insisted that she shouldn't be near him as he tries to sever himself off the system - tripping the security systems as it registered himself being attacked. After disarming the security (through combat), Cygnus finally severs himself off the system, cutting off his control over the securitrons. Swanno attempts to comfort Cygnus once more as he broke down into a sob. Cygnus mentions that what he had done cannot be fixed and he should pay for what he had done. There was no righting his wrongs anymore. Again, Swanno would be given several options to end Cygnus' dilemma.

Third Bad End, either by allowing him or failing to convince him otherwise, Cygnus would commit suicide, claiming death was the only way he could repay everything he had done (referring to not only The Balancing Act, but to the Divide as well).

The Good End, Swanno convinces Cygnus not to take his own life. Instead, he tells him that if he really wanted to disconnect himself to his deeds he could leave (read: exile himself from) the Mojave altogether. Cygnus takes the suggestion but tells Swanno that he'll be going alone, unable to bear the possibility of hurting them again. Swanno refuses and insist that she and Axon would travel with him. Cygnus finally relents and the three of them would make their escape out of New Vegas and the Mojave completely. (Who runs New Vegas now? Who knows, maybe Yes Man came around lol)

The three would end up as wanderers in the greater wastelands with no real destination in mind. Cygnus still finds it hard to disconnect himself from what happened... but he's trying. Really hard.

On their mile long journey across what's left of America... they encounter a peculiar man with his Mr. Handy companion... and a strange feeling of an always lurking gaze.

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #22 (April 7th - 20th)

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Sweet On You by rookthorne Square filled: Adopted square (April) - Artist/Muse AU Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: tooth rotting fluff, persuasive husbands Summary: Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant. And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Heart's Embrace by rookthorne Square filled: I2 - Cuddling Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sleepy!Bucky and Sleepy!Steve, cuddle pile Summary: Your plans are foiled by a cuddle pile. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Shipwrecked by ABrighterDarkness Square filled: N3 - Free Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Shipwreck, Severe Storms Major tags: Moodboard, Pirates, Stranded, Mermaids Summary: He wasn't supposed to survive the storm, no one else had. Format: Moodboard

Undercover Cops by Rufferto Square filled: O1 - Disguises Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach. Format: Art

call of the moon by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: N3 - free space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: omegaverse, werewolf au Summary: The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Beauty Impossible To Reach by endlesstwanted Square filled: Adopted square (April) - AU: Artist/muse Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Established Relationship, Artist Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky paints something special for Steve’s birthday. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

[theartofdreaming1]

For the weird writing asks and sorry I'm on mobile on the train, can't copy the questions right now but:

4, 15, 16, 35 aaaand 40

Sorry <3

4. What's a word that makes you absolutely feral?

Hmh, I don't know if I really have a specific word like that (or at least can't remember on the spot), but I guess the most recent time I felt like I'd go feral over a word was while watching episode 2 of Pushing Daisies, when we see Ned getting dumped at boarding school and his father's saying good-bye and we get this absolutely cutting narration:

"I'll be back," he lied.

I think I've never felt this strongly over the use of such a simple word as 'to lie" before, but this simple phrase (and word) really felt like a punch to the gut, damn.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

No, I can't bring myself to write in books; I once just wrote my name on the very first empty page of a book (I think in pencil, even?) and I have felt absolutely horrible about it ever since (it doesn't help that my handwriting is atrocious). If I want to mark some phrases/passages from a book I'm reading, I write them down on a blank index card (complete with page citation) and put that in the book or I use some tiny sticky-notes 😅

The only exception I've ever made without a guilty conscience was writing the inscription of the ring from LOTR into my edition of Heinrich von Kleist's "Die Verlobung in St. Domingo" ("The Betrothal in Santo Domingo"), which I had to read for school xD

Similarly, I can't even fathom dog-earing any book on purpose! I try to keep my books as pristine as possible, even doing my darndest not to open my unabridged edition of Les Miserablés too widely, lest the spine gets more cracks and becomes even uglier (a very futile endeavour, since it is one of those boring black penguin paperback editions and the book is over a 1000 pages thick and you're inevitably gonna get some cracks in the spine, but I just cannot help myself)

And since I don't like taking baths and don't have a tub in my apartment, I don't read in the bath (I also would be terrified of getting my poor book wet).

But at this point in my life I'm mature enough to take a live-and-let-live stance on these things, so I won't judge people who do this to their books too harshly ;) (I can definitely see the appeal of handwritten margins in books, although the concept of dog-earing a book still makes me wince just thinking of it- but as long as it's not my book, it's fine)

16. What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark?

Boy, I'll use anything at hand as a bookmark (although now that I have gotten some of the bookmarks I designed myself printed, I usually have something at hand) and since I'm quite messy, an improvised bookmark can be anything - grocery receipts, return receipts from library books, other books, whole comic book issues, empty envelopes, you name it 😅

35. What's your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Rules, what are rules? 😉🔨 Honestly, I don't think I consciously follow any rules when I sit down to write my little stories - I just bang my head against the keyboard until the words sound like the story that is lodged somewhere inside my brain;- I once had to take a "Writing" exam in which we had to write a strictly structured 250-300 word pro-contra-essay and it was absolute agony - I like my creative writing to be joyful and free (once it gets past my crippling perfectionism and debilitating procrastination, that is ;)

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I'm always very fond of Emily Dickinson's "Hope":

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.