#Sweetheart bingo

[nekoannie-chan]

Sweet names

Title: Sweet names.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 147 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You called Steve in the wrong channel.

Major Tags: Mistake.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 9:

"Sweet pea.”

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It wasn't the first mission you and Steve had together, but this time it was a little different; it was the first time you were in a relationship.

Steve could sometimes be... he could be a bit bossy, and you were starting to get fed up with the exaggeration of his directions.

“Sweet pea, shut up," you said over the intercom, but you didn't realize that you were on the wrong channel; instead of using the private one, you used the team's one.

“Did Y/N just call the great Captain America a sweet pea?" Tony scoffed.

Steve snorted; he knew what it meant—he would have to put up with at least a month of Tony's taunts.

“Tony… shut up," Steve grumbled. He hoped no one else would comment on that.

You sighed, and then you'd buy him his favorite biscuits to make up for your absent-mindedness.

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Near Misses and Nearly Missed - Chapter One Loved or Lost?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Soldierbug)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The soulmate part was just the way the world worked. The car crash? That was a little more unexpected. Sometimes a 'crash-into hello' is a little more... Crash-y.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 9039

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Smut, Car crash (mild), distress

𝐀/𝐍 -> Less Romance, More Smut. Sorrynotsorry.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Dividers by us!

Prompts used (boards at the end);

- ‘Obsession’ – Any Fandom Dark Bingo( @anyfandomgoesbingo) ; - ‘First Meeting’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (September) ( @buckybarnesevents); - ‘Soulmate AU’ – @eclipsingbingo; - ‘Laughing While Kissing’ – Eclipsing Bingo (Dark); - ‘Wet Dreams’, ‘Scarring’ – @fandom-free-bingo Bingo (Flight); - ‘Double-Ended Dildo’, ‘Walking in the Snow’ – Fandom-Free (Frosty);

- ‘Fleshlight or Dildo’ – @julybreakbingo (5x5); - ‘Car Crash or Trapped in a Burning Building’ – July Break Bingo (6x6); - ‘Accidental Confession or First Kiss’, ‘Meeting someone they’ve been having romantic/sexual dreams about’, ‘Unexpected’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Trust or suspicion’ – July Break Bingo (Kofi Exclusive); - “Why Are You Looking at Me Like That?”, ‘Cabin in the Woods or Stranded Without a Signal’ – July Break Bingo (Summer);

- ‘Dom Space’ – Kinky Things Happen Bingo (deactivated?); - “Taste So Good… So Sweet…” – @lgbtqbingo; - ‘Character A's Deepest Thoughts Begin to Mark Character B's Skin Wanting to Do Dirty Things. It Could Be Embarrassing at Times, and Character B Can't Wait to Fuck His Soulmate’ – @multifandom-flash (Soulmates); - ‘Crash-Into Hello’ – Multifandom-Flash (Valentine’s Day); - ‘Fuck Me’ – Sweetheart Bingo ( @sweetspicybingo);

‘It’ll happen for you one day… Right?’

I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, seething. How dare they? Just because they’re married now, they think they can accuse me of being a… A…

Snarling once more, I jerked hard on the wheel, the tyres skidding on loose asphalt as I skidded around the bend.

Just because I haven’t met them yet doesn’t mean they’re not still out there. I’m twenty-seven – I’m not that old. There’s still time. I’m not Lost. I’m not.

There was nothing in this world society pitied more than the Lost. Everyone had one – at least one – perfect person, a match just for them – be it platonic or romantic, as they needed. Usually in pairs, though triads, quads, or even bigger groups had been known to happen. The only given was that the Older, or Olders, were alive when the Younger turned eighteen. Usually, they met within a few years.

Which meant that either my Soulmate was younger than expected, or…

When the Younger was old enough, each time they thought of touching their Soulmate, the touch would show on the Older’s body, just for a few moments. It was thought to be so the Older knew it was time.

I’d never known a Younger who’d gotten past twenty-five before meeting their soulmate.

But maybe I’m just really unlucky. There’s stories about Soulmates living in different countries and not meeting until they’re both well into their thirties. Sure, it’s really rare, but it’s possible; it’s gotta happen to someone, why not me? Or – yeah, maybe they’re just younger than I thought. But I’d know if they were gone.

Right?

That was the other option, of course. The one only hinted at, or whispered about behind cupped hands.

The only guarantee for Soulmates is that they’d both be alive when the Younger turned eighteen.

That didn’t mean they’d live long enough to meet.

And that was the greatest fear for so many of us, increasing steadily as the years ticked by. The Lost weren’t rejected or ostracised from society – but they were very clearly other. As if not meeting your Soulmate wasn’t bad enough, you also lived life as a sad example of the height of loneliness and isolation. There were other Lost, of course – but people just seemed to view that as even worse, because ‘isn’t it just so sad, wanting what they can’t have?’

The Bonded didn’t have Lost friends. It’s just the way it was – no hard feelings. Bonded had weddings and playdates to attend to; how could a Lost understand or fit into that world?

And it was happening to me already. Rhodey and Pepper had been shooting me sympathetic glances all evening – the first time they’d hosted since they married the month before. I was the only Unbonded there – not Lost, not yet, but close. And I suppose she’d tried to be reassuring in a way, implying that there was still time, but…

But I just felt even more like the other; I already knew that it was only because of Steve that I was even still invited at all. We’d been best friends our entire life and served in the 108th together for four years – I’d looked after this scrap of boy, carrying his unconscious body to safety, collapsing from blood loss at the sight of an Allied convoy, my exhausted body finally giving in. I knew he’d argue in my defence, pointing out that I saved his life – but it wouldn’t work forever. Eventually the invitations would stop coming, and that would be that.

Lost.

I stood in my boxers in front of my mirror every night, hoping against hope that I’d see a glowing palm – or, hell, I’d take a fingertip – brush over my body. Everyone had said you could feel it – a gentle warmth of skin-on-skin - but I checked anyway, just in case.

And when I slunk to bed at last, flesh cold and heart sinking, I sent out a message of my own.

Just in case.

I pictured trailing my thumb gently over a delicate lower lip. I imagined cradling them to my chest, safe and warm. I fantasised about tucking a stray hair behind their ear, pressing a tender kiss to a sleep-warm cheek.

And sometimes, in the dark of night when I couldn’t sleep, I thought about other things, too.

That lip pulled between my teeth, applying gentle pressure until they groaned aloud and held me tighter. My hands holding them tight to me as they panted and gasped euphorically. Fingers tangled in their hair, face buried in their throat, lips pressed to their skin as we finally made love…

I wondered, as I found desperate release, metal fingers clinging frantically to the sheets, if there was someone out there who was shivering in pleasure at the warmth of my touch, driven to mind-numbing climax without ever having to raise a finger, their body glowing in the darkness.

I wondered what it would be like to hold them against me as I drifted off, hoping that someone somewhere, was smiling in their sleep and curling around a strip of soft light at their waist.

All I’d ever wanted was to meet my Soulmate. When I was younger, I’d never even considered the fact that I may not get the chance.

And now others had started to notice I was still Unbonded… It was the first step to being Lost.

Despite my anger and fear, the thought of touching them – in both the most innocent and sensual of ways – acted as the distraction it always did, my hands softening on the wheel.

I was going too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention.

When I rounded the next bend straight into a set of high beam headlights, I hissed and tugged instinctively on the steering wheel, eyes narrowing automatically.

But I was going too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention.

My wheels met the loose gravel at the side of the road once more, and I yelped as my tyres spun in a spray of asphalt, uselessly seeking friction as I fishtailed. My body jerked as the edge of my bumper clipped the passing car, and I pumped the breaks, turning into the skid and coming to a stop, heart pounding.

I sat still for a moment, inhaling a few shaky breaths before I was able to uncurl my fingers from the steering wheel, my mouth dry as it occurred to me just how close I had been to a far more serious accident. Climbing from the car, I intended to take a moment, inhaling the cool night air to let my annoyance dissipate- but the sight of the other car idling 100 metres down the road had me stopping in my tracks, nausea rising.

Fuck. Fuck…

What if they’re hurt?

What if-

The door opened slowly, one muscular, short-clad leg revealed as a foot found the ground uncertainly. Then came another, followed by tanned hands grasping door and frame firmly, the occupant stumbling as they rose from the car.

I stepped closer instinctively, though my concern was somewhat abated by their capacity to stand. “Are you alright?” I called hesitantly, apprehensive about moving my 6ft, well-muscled frame closer to this individual several inches shorter than myself – and likely shaken – on a dark, relatively remote country road. They leant heavily against the hood, poking thoughtfully at the bodywork as I moved nearer in response to their silence. “Hello?” I pressed, concern building once more at their silence and blatant refusal to look at me. “Hey! Are you okay? I’m so sorry; I didn’t even-”

I was ten paces away when they straightened and turned, arms crossing over their chest as they settled dark eyes on me, shining in the low light. “I’m fine,” they snapped, the slight tremor in their voice undermining the ferocity. “What the hell were you doing? Why did you swerve like that?”

I furrowed my brow in confusion, stunned into silence for a moment before shaking my head hard. “Your lights were too high; why didn’t you turn them down when you saw me?”

Their mouth opened furiously, but they paused before it snapped closed with an audible click, cheeks flushing dark. “You shouldn’t have been on the wrong side of the road!”

“I couldn’t fucking see!” I snapped, fists clenching by my sides in irritation. “Why weren’t you paying attention?”

They blushed harder, overwhelmed tears pricking their eyes. “I-… It doesn’t matter. What about you? If you’d seen me coming and not dropping my lights, you should have flashed me! Forget about me; why weren’t you paying attention?”

The question had me casting my mind back, and I couldn’t help but smile softly to myself, thinking once more of my hands resting lightly on my soulmate’s back. The person before me shivered, drawing me reluctantly back to the present once more, and I frowned. “Cold?”

“No, it’s a beautiful evening,” they deadpanned, sparing a glance to the snow falling steadily and rolling their eyes. “Of course I’m cold; I wasn’t expecting to be getting out of my car whilst driving through upstate New York, at night, in November. I didn’t really dress for the weather.”

I took them in once more, eyeing shorts and tee, topped with a thin checked overshirt that did little to keep out the chill. “No,” I agreed, pursing my lips, pausing only briefly before shrugging off my thick leather jacket and offering it to them wordlessly.

Their large, brown eyes remained oblivious to the proffered clothing, fixated instead on trailing the length of my arm, t-shirt offering no covering to hide the segmented metal of my prosthetic from view. The silver shone faintly in the low light of the moon, and I grimaced at their stare, looking away. “… You want the jacket or not?” I quipped, biting back a smirk as they turned crimson, ashamed of having been caught out.

“I- Yes. Sorry. Thank you…” They took the jacket timidly, hardly able to meet my gaze, and I sighed as their cold fingers struggled to manoeuvre the leather into position. My metal hand closed once more around the collar, and they dropped it quickly, earning a frustrated sound and an arched eyebrow.

“Are you going to do that every time you can see my arm?”

They reddened once more, scuffing a foot and looking away uncertainly. “Sorry,” they murmured with a guilty grimace. “I’ve just- I’ve never seen… I mean, I-I’ve not…”

I sighed as I moved around them, helping them slide their arms into my body-warmed leather. “I get it. I’d stare too.” My fingers flexed of their own volition as I smoothed the collar down gently, and my lip curled. “I did, actually. Saw a few guys come back from the front with replacement limbs not twelve months before I shipped out. Damn sure I stared at the first guy I saw; both of his legs were prosthetics. I remember thinking it was… Amazing, in a way, the things we could do now, but…” I shrugged a shoulder, eyes lowering as I took a half-step back. “I also remember thinking how much it sucked that these things were needed.”

They grimaced sympathetically, head half turning. “Yeah… I wish it weren’t necessary.” They paused for a moment, and I watched with curiosity as snowflakes clung to their eyelashes, each dendrite visible at their proximity. “… Does it… Does it hurt?”

Humming thoughtfully, I looked down at the metal fingers, watching those same snowflakes land on the surface without melting. “… It… Sometimes, I guess. Mostly at the shoulder, but…” I shrugged, jaw tight, trying to ignore the searing, insistent discomfort that burned along the line where metal met flesh each time I thought about my injury. With a firm shake of my head, I looked back at their car, and the snow beginning to fall heavier. “We should get out of here. This storm is gonna break soon, and we don’t want to be on the roadside when it does.”

A worried glance to the sky had them frowning a little, and they nodded, pulling out their cell. They sighed as they held up their phone, scowling deeply. “Of course there’s no service… Why would there be service when I need a tow?”

I cocked my head, eyebrow raising. “I only clipped you – surely it’s driveable?”

“Popped a tyre when I hit the loose gravel,” they muttered sullenly.

“No spare?”

They hesitated, blushing once more, feet shifting with embarrassment. “That was the spare. I put it on a few weeks back – guess I figured there’d always be time to pick up a replacement…” The second eyebrow joined the first, and their scowl deepened. “What? I struggle to remember these things; don’t act like you-”

“Who, hey,” I soothed, hands raising defensively. “I’m not acting like anything; I was just thinking what could have happened if you’d blown it while you were up here alone. It’s a little treacherous in the snow – most locals take the longer way, and we don’t get many tourists. It could have been days until anybody passed through,” I added, concern lacing my voice.

They shivered, pulling my jacket closer around themselves and gazing uncertainly into the woods at the dramatically timed howl of a coyote. “Oh…” A think smile flickered at their lips, and their eyes flicked back to mine. “Guess I’m pretty lucky you were here then, huh? Though I am still stranded out here,” they added, chewing  uncertainly on their lower lip.

“You can spend the night at my place, if you like. Or I can call a tow when I get home,” I added quickly, throat bobbing when they eyed me uncertainly. “I get it if you don’t want to crash at a random guy’s house – it’s a dangerous world out there, after all.”

Something in my tone made their taut muscles relax minutely, though they still glanced at me with shy appreciation and apprehension.. “I… That would be good. Thanks.”

After I’d helped them move their car fully free of the road – and readjusted my slightly misaligned wing mirror – we were on our way, their small, trembling frame seemingly swallowed by the heated seat that cradled them. I drove carefully through the steadily increasing blizzard, sobered of my previous anger by the bizarre turn of events.

“Mars,” they blurted suddenly into the silence, hands extending to be closer to the heater, their fingers flexing with a slight grimace. “That- I mean, that’s my name. Mars.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head at my own forgetfulness. “Mars… Cool name. I’m James,  but most folk call me Bucky.

They frowned, digits stilling for a moment as they considered me. “Why? Do you hunt deer or something?”

The laugh this time was louder, joined by a grin at the disapproval evident in their tone. “No. My middle name is Buchannan – my friend thought it was cute when we were kids, and it just kinda stuck. I’ve been ‘Bucky’ for way longer than I was ever James – only my mom calls me that now, really.”

They hummed and nodded, relaxing once more at the reassurance – as if my vow that I didn’t kill Bambi was a comment on  the likelihood that they were in danger. “…Won’t your Soulmate mind you bringing back a stranger in the middle of the night?”

The probe was obvious, but I didn’t let it rattle me, simply shrugging light-heartedly. “Unbonded,” I offered before shooting them a wry smile. “What about yours? Didn’t fancy a little near-death experience?”

“I’m Unbonded, too,” they replied readily, scowling when my eyes shifted automatically to the silver flecks in their raven-black hair. “I’m not Lost, even if I am a little older than most. My Soulmate is a Younger, and I know they’re still thinking of me.” I just nodded in response – it was a common lie in the community of the Lost from those desperate to avoid the label, impossible to disprove as it was, and so it was hard to put much faith in without proof – and their frown deepened. “I know you don’t believe me, but just you wait. They think about me all the time, you’ll see. I’m not Lost.”

I nodded again, more firmly this time, hands raised with an imploring expression. “Whoa, hey – whatever you say. I don’t have any particular feeling about it one way or the other.”

They watched me for a moment, eyes narrowed, before turning back to face the snow falling thick and fast against the windscreen. That’s why I’m out here, you know. I’m not from here.”

I snorted softly as I turned into the dirt trail that constituted my driveway. “You don’t say?” I deadpanned. “The English accent definitely didn’t give it away.”

They chuckled. Shaking their head. “I mean, technically, I’m not from England, either. Mum met Dad while she was working as a nurse in Egypt, and he was doing his mandatory service; I was three when her contract expired, and she wanted to move home more than Dad wanted to stay in Egypt, so…” They shrugged, looking out of the window with an inscrutable expression. “I’ve lived in London ever since then. Visited family in Egypt a couple of times, though. It’s pretty fun, even if it is a bit of a culture shock.”

“And now you’re here?” I pressed gently, bringing the car to a halt with the engine idling, too enraptured by their story to consider such mundane practicalities.

“And now I’m here,” they agreed, glancing back to me. “I hit thirty-five, and I just… Couldn’t wait anymore, you know? So I travelled around the UK a bit, hoping to bump into my Soulmate. When that didn’t work, I figured I’d just… Keep going.” They shrugged a little, eyes sliding past e and widening as they focused on the building behind me. “This… You live here?”

I nodded, scratching the back of my neck uncertainly. “Yeah. I know it’s not much, but… It’s quiet, y’know? Out of the way. Keeps me out of trouble, at least,” I added with a wry grin.

“It’s beautiful,” they murmured, still taking in my cabin with wide eyes. “Very cottagecore.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I replied with a snort, shaking my head in amusement. They shot me a broad, impish grin, and I smiled back, captivated by the small dimple that formed in their left cheek.

I wonder if my Soulmate has any cute, unique things like that? I mused to myself, then grinned a little wider, imagining skimming a thumb over a similar dimple as I reached for my doorhandle, looking back as an icy blast of wind sucked the heat from the vehicle immediately. “Jesus, it’s cold – we should get inside befo-”

My voice died at the sight of a brush of warm lift over their cheek, trailing directly over their dimple and making their smile grown ever wider. “See?” they breathed, practically squirming with delight. “I told you. They’re still out there, and they think about me all the time. I’m going to find them,” they added determinedly, fingers knotting together in their lap with barely contained glee.

Coincidence. It – it’s probably just a coincidence. I shouldn’t get my hopes up – not until I know for sure.

But anxiety and fear had stilled my thoughts, and I could only blink dumbly. They all but scampered from the cat, warbling away with passionate energy, their own misgivings forgotten in the excitement as I followed slowly behind.

“I just spent a week in New York – man, is that place busy or what?! – and now I’m heading up to the Northeast for a couple of months; I hear Vermont is beautiful in the fall – does that extend to the winter, too? I hope so; I love the snow. Is it always like this?” They hopped into a snowdrift that covered their bare knees, cackling happily. “I hope my soulmate lives somewhere cool. It’s kind of funny, being half-Egyptian and all, but I really can’t deal with hot weather, not like my sister. Well, she handles it better than me, at least, but my cousins in Egypt handle it best! They came to the UK once, and they-”

Their incessant chattering was cut off with a yelp as they tried to leap from the snowbank, feet landing on a patch of hidden black ice that had their arms wheeling dramatically. I moved instinctively, fingers closing around their wrist to keep them upright, earning me a broad grin when they found their footing once more. “Christ – thanks! I bet it would’ve really hurt if I’d-… I…” Their eyes had dropped to follow my gaze, the glowing of their skin as I released them bold and unmistakable against a monochrome backdrop, finally rendering them silent. It wasn’t until the light began to fade that they blinked at last, oblivious to the snowflakes gathering in their hair.

“… Huh.”

My gaze shifted to their face, our contact finally breaking my mind free of its restraints, and envisioned reaching out to brush a thumb over their jaw - not a faceless stranger, but specifically this stranger, the oddball stood before me with a glowing stripe emerging across their skin.

They blushed, assessing their feet intently, still shyly unable to meet my eye. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You always knew I existed,” I replied with a soft shrug. “You knew I was out there somewhere.” While they struggled to look at me, I found myself quite unable to look away, captivated my small mole on their cheek and the delicate curve of long, dark eyelashes. “I worried that you… That we’d never get to meet.”

Their flush deepened as they glanced at me uncertainly. “But you never gave up hope. You reached out, every single night, holding onto me, and-” They cut themselves off as they turned crimson, teeth digging into their lip when they recalled what often came after. “That- that’s how I knew I had to find you. You were still hoping, even after all this time, and I loved that about you. Figured the lease I could do was help you out, y’know?”

I snorted, shaking my head. “And then I go and almost kill us both by being too busy thinking about you to pay attention to the road.” My eyes immediately lowered to their lips, remembering the fantasies of holding them close, sharing kisses from sweet and chaste to hot and heavy. They grinned shyly as their body glowed in response, and I smirked, one eyebrow raised. “So… Now what?” I pressed uncertainly, barely audible over the swirling of the wind, and they chuckled as they looked about themselves pointedly.

“I’m pretty sure the first step is to go inside; you know… Get out of the blizzard.”

I snorted, shaking my head at my own absent-mindedness. “Good point.” They smiled warmly and moved to take a step forward before crumbling with a whimper. I caught them as they fell, a hand beneath either forearm keeping them upright. “Are you okay?”

They lifted their foot with a wince, lip curling in discomfort. “I think I sprained my ankle when I slipped,” they grumbled, narrowing their eyes at the ground with distaste.

Chuckling, I shook my head once more. “Poor little critter… C’mere.” I offered my arms, and they blushed softly, wrapping their own around my neck obligingly. When I lifted them easily, holding them close to my chest, their body lit up along each inch of contact, casting a warm, comforting glow that set the snow around us aflame with refracted light, and I let out a quiet sound of wonder. “I didn’t expect it to be so… Beautiful,” I breathed, eyes wide, and they grinned, head resting gently against my shoulder as they nodded.

“It’s one of my favourite things in the world,” they agreed, gazing at the scattered illumination with a sense of adoration borne through familiarity. “I, uh… I actually used to have a whole bunch of crystals hanging all around my room, so it looked… Well, kind of like this, whenever you thought of me,” they admitted shyly, cheeks colouring.

I couldn’t help but grin at the confession, one hand shifting to find my keys as I loped up the steps. “That’s deeply adorable,” I chuckled, holding them a little closer while I unlocked the door. They squirmed happily, before becoming immediately distracted as I nudged the door open, head raising to look about themselves.

My cabin wasn’t much, but it was the work of my own two hands – and a few dozen others – and I couldn’t have loved it more. I offered them this information as I placed them gently on the wooden island in the centre of the kitchen, and they smiled, fingers trailing appreciatively over the mahogany.

“It seems idyllic,” they breathed, looking around once more. “You put a lot of work into this, huh?”

I shrugged, face heating a little as I turned away to peer in the cupboard under the sink, distracting myself with searching – far more than necessary – for my first aid kid. “Yeah, well,” I murmured, snagging the green bag. I didn’t say anything more until I was on my knees before them, their boot resting gently on my thigh as I untied their laces. “… I wanted to give my soulmate a beautiful life. I… Built this place for you, I suppose.”

The back of my neck burned as I removed the boot, and they sat silently for a moment. It was until I held their bare foot in my hands that I dared risk a glance up, startled to find them staring down at me, tears shining in their eyes. “… I’m sorry. I- Did I say something wrong?”

They laughed softly, wiping their eyes. “No. God, no. I just- I worried you’d think I was crazy, working so hard to find you. But you were doing a big, beautiful thing all of your own, weren’t you? I love that.”

I chuckled, gaze dropping shyly once more to probe at their slightly swollen ankle with gentle fingers. “It’s not much. I just… I had to do something to keep myself hoping, you know? Everyone was pairing up and finding their soulmates, and it was getting pretty tempting to just give up. I didn’t have any proof, after all. So I guess I… I decided to do something ready for if- when I found you.”

I didn’t look up as I spoke, focusing on wrapping their ankle in a supportive bandage, but the moment I was done, their fingertips brushed my arm, drawing my gaze to their soft smile. “I love it,” they murmured reassuringly, thumb still caressing my bare skin. I found myself blushing once more, clearing my throat as I stood, rubbing the back of my neck uncertainly.

“You’ll be okay. It’s a pretty bad sprain, but nothing’s broken; I’d recommend not driving for a few days, though.”

The words came automatically, and it wasn’t until a heavy silence hung between us that I realised the implications, both of us freezing with our eyes locked on one another uncertainly, before opening our mouths in unison.

“I can call a cab if you-”

“I’m happy to drive you somewhere, if-”

We broke off simultaneously, each letting out a soft chuckle, and they gestured me on, indicating for me to speak first. “I’ll drive you wherever you want to go, if that- I mean, unless you… You’re welcome to stay here, of course - that is, if you’d like to. I built it for you, after all,” I added, grinning sheepishly.

They nodded and blushed, assessing their wrapped ankle intensely. “That sounds nice.” They paused, they let out a short, sharp laugh, startling me. “Man, is it always this awkward? This seems like a terrible way for these things to work! We’ve just met, and we know we’re destined to spend the rest of our lives together? How the hell do we get from A to B? It should come with an instruction manual – I don’t know, icebreaker questions or something, you know? This is a lot of pressure!” They laughed again, and I snorted, shaking my head fondly.

“Okay – icebreakers,” I nodded, hopping up on the counter beside them, humming thoughtfully. “Any other siblings?”

They smiled gratefully and shook their head. “Just the older sister – Alice. You?”

“The same. Rebecca.”

Another nod, and they glanced around, seemingly searching for inspiration. “What do you do for work?”

I glanced down as my shoulder ached pointedly, flexing my metal fingers. “I got a pretty impressive payout from the Army for this, and that paid for a lot of the cabin, but I guess… I mean, I sell some stuff. Enough to get by, I suppose.”

“What kind of stuff?” they pressed, head cocked, and I blushed lightly.

“Photos and paintings, mostly.”

Their eyes widened, and they looked around eagerly as I chuckled. “You’re an artist? That’s awesome! Do you have anything you can show me?”

Snorting, I gestured at the wooden staircase ascending from the lounge. “My studio is upstairs – I’ll give you a tour in a little while, after you’ve rested that foot some. So, what about you?” I added, leaning into the centre of the table to snag a couple of water bottles. They took theirs with a polite smile, taking a long drag before answering.

“I’m a dog trainer,” they replied eventually, their grin stretching a little wider as they spoke.

“You love it,” I noted, and they nodded, eyes alight with joy.

“I do. Dogs are way better than people; there’s always a reason, you know? They’re not malicious for the sake of it; if they’re nervous or reactive, there’s a motivation or a cause behind it, even if we don’t always understand what that is right away. I like trying to find it out.” They paused for a moment, then nodded, as if confirming their thoughts to be accurate.

I couldn’t help but smile at that – the eclectic blend of logic and emotion with which they offered their reasoning. “That’s a beautiful approach to it.”

Their cheeks coloured once more, uninjured leg swinging absently. “Hm…” Their face grew darker, and they lowered their eyes shyly. “… First kiss?”

I barked out a surprised laugh, eyebrow raising. “… Lucy. I was fifteen. You?”

“Marty. Fourteen.” They picked at their fingernails, unable to meet my gaze, lips parted as they prepared to speak once more, held back by their shyness. “… Virgin?”

My jaw opened with my shock this time, and I blinked silently at them for a moment, dumbfounded. Sex before Bonding – or even after – was rarely talked about, regardless of how prevalent it was; most people weren’t too bothered about waiting, and I knew that less than half of people hadn’t had sex before they met their soulmate. I knew Steve had lost his virginity in the Army, but other than that, I had no idea as to the pre-Bonded relations of my friends. The idea that I might one day be answering that question myself had never crossed my mind.

I scraped absently at the label on my water bottle, chewing on my lip. “… Yes. You?”

“No.” I looked up, and they shrugged. “Virginity is a societal construct – I only use it as a convenient shorthand to ask about your experiences. I’m not worth less because I wanted to experience pleasure. People who haven’t had sex before they get designated Lost quite often never do; I wasn’t risking that, and I had several years before I started having Touches. So… Yeah, I had a couple of short things. I wanted to know what it was like, just in case, you know?”

I shook my head quickly, hands upheld. “No judgement. I’d probably have done the same.”

Frowning, they cocked their head to one side. “Why didn’t you?” they probed gently, and I stiffened infinitesimally, looking away. “You don’t have to tell me, not if y-”

“I’m transgender,” I murmured, still fiddling with the plastic in my hands. “I didn’t- I was never… Comfortable. I kissed a friend once, when we were younger, but…” I shrugged, blushing minutely at the memory of Steve and I at sixteen, awkwardly bumping lips in an innocent experiment, before determining we were definitely not attracted to one another. It would have been easy, had my soulmate been him – platonic, but simple. I could have lived that way. And if I’d been attracted to him, I could have had the experiences that being Unbonded, and later Lost, would have denied me, if I never found someone else I trusted so implicitly. But the spark simply wasn’t there, and the only thing that I feared more than never knowing what it was like was ruining my friendship with the man I’d known my entire life by us pushing through a cripplingly awkward experience.

They nodded once, leaning against me lightly. “Yeah, that makes sense. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world for me; no chance in hell of me taking my shirt off! But I don’t regret it; I called the shots, so I did what I could to make myself comfortable, backed out when I realised I wasn’t up for it…” They nodded again, hand finding mine to rub their thumb comfortingly against my own. “I’m sorry you never had anyone you could feel comfortable with like that.”

Smiling gratefully, I rested my head against theirs, soothed by the soft touch and their calming pressure against my side. “Well… I mean, I always hoped you were out there. I figured I’d get the experience one day, if it were true.”

They chuckled quietly as a blush crawled up my neck, turning their head to press their lips lightly against the curve of my throat. “I’d be honoured to show you the things I learned, Buck.”

A low whine escaped me, the heat in my face intensifying at the sound and earning a quiet cackle of amusement in response. “I- hm. That… That might be nice. I mean… I guess you- you’re universally chosen for me, and everything… I’ve never heard of soulmates being anything other than a perfect match, after all… I guess you- we… It…” I fumbled uselessly, and they smiled, squeezing my fingers softly.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to – now, or ever,” they soothed, and I felt my muscles relax, leaning back into them.

“I know. Thank you,” I murmured, squeezing back. “I… Would definitely like to see how it goes.” My face flamed at the admission, but they simply smiled, pressing another tender kiss to my exposed throat.

“Well… I’m here for the next few days – at least,” they added, chuckling under their breath. “And we have… Well, forever, I guess. There’s no rush.”

I blushed and nodded, looking down at the hand entwined with mine, sun-kissed beige and warm olive wrapped together closely, the glow where their skin touched mine casting reverent light over our grip. My eyes dropped to their head, and I couldn’t help but imagine tipping their chin up gently, lips finding theirs in a chaste, perfect moment. I felt myself cringe inwardly from embarrassment as their face reflected my thoughts, and they grinned, glancing up at me. “I’d ask what you’re thinking about, but…” They smiled a little wider, free hand raising to smooth a thumb over their lower lip thoughtfully. “… I remember the things you thought about when I wasn’t in front of you – and this embarrasses you?”

“I didn’t know there was definitely anyone listening then… And you weren’t, you know, right there,” I added, chuckling self-consciously.

They gazed at me for a moment before their eyes dropped to my mouth, lips parting. “… Can I… Can I kiss you?”

I blinked in surprise, stunned to a brief silence by their boldness. “I- Yes. Please.”

I swallowed nervously as their hand shifted to cup my jaw, smoothing the stubble-roughened skin gently. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” they murmured, smiling softly. I had no time to formulate a coherent reply before their lips skimmed mine, soft and warm and intoxicating. The feeling of their mouth moving against my own was far more intense than I ever imagined, and I found myself whining softly in pleasure, hands finding their hips to pull them closer needily, letting out a low groan when their teeth skimmed my lower lip.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasised about this,” I breathed when we broke apart to reluctantly drag in lungfuls of air, and they smiled shyly, cheeks tinged dusky pink.

“Pretty sure I know exactly how often you’ve fantasised about it,” they purred teasingly, forehead resting against mine. “You woke me up more than once, thinking about me in the middle of the night.”

“I’m very sorry,” I chuckled insincerely, skimming my lips against theirs once more, unable to help myself.

“Don’t be,” they whispered, hand moving to tangle lightly in the air at the nape of my neck. “The amount of times I wake up just in time for me to- And, I- Sometimes during…” They trailed off at the half-formed admission, cheeks flaming and eyes dropping with embarrassment.

“That’s exactly what I was hoping,” I murmured, a soft, breathless undercurrent to my voice. With a resigned, surrendering sigh. I lifted them easily, depositing them on my lap with a knee either side of my hips as they squeaked in surprise. “The thought of you knowing I was thinking about you – that I couldn’t sleep because I wanted to touch you so badly – and making you moan, wherever you were out there…” I trailed off with a shiver of delight, my fingers tightening on their waist when they squirmed minutely. “It saw me through many a dark and lonely night, imagining what I’d do when I finally had you at my mercy.”

They grinned shyly, arms resting on my shoulders. “Well… I’m here,” they noted, glancing around pointedly before fixing their eyes on me once more. “So… I offer myself up to your mercy, Sergeant.”

The blood thrumming in my veins heated as they pressed themselves to my chest, and I groaned, my hands travelling down to their ass to lift them as I stood, my mouth finding theirs desperately. Fingers knotting in my hair, they crushed themselves against me, mewling needily against my mouth.

“Still wanna see the studio?” I breathed as I climbed the stairs, drawing back just far enough to offer them a teasing grin. They laughed aloud, legs tightening around my waist.

“After,” they murmured, mouth flirting my own once more.

“‘After’, huh?” I whispered playfully, their cheeks turning crimson in realisation, and I nudged open the bedroom door with a shoulder. They sprawled willingly when I gentle deposited them on the bed, arms stretched over their head to offer themselves to me. Rapturously, I trailed kisses up their throat, spurred on and taking direction from their soft gasps and moans of appreciation. My body pressed closer to theirs unconsciously, one hand tangling in their hair as I kissed them again, leg falling instinctively between theirs. They mewled and arched against my thigh, fingers clenched around my biceps as quivered, legs parting eagerly. The movement caused their own short-clad thigh to press against me, and I grunted in surprise, eyelids fluttering at the contact. With a hum of delight, they pressed harder, shifting minutely, gaze lighting up when I moaned softly.

“That’s cheating…” I murmured, blushing infinitesimally, returning my mouth to their skin and leaving a trail of light bruises over the glowing flesh of their throat.

“Hm?” they purred, still rolling a leg against me teasingly, a playful smirk tugging at their lips despite wide, innocent eyes.

“I’m new to this,” I offered with a weak whine, hands shifting to their hips to pull them closer despite my half-hearted complaints. “You already know all the tricks…”

“You’re better than you think you are,” they assured me softly, lips ghosting over mine. “You’ve rendered me speechless a hundred times from a thousand miles away… I’m sure you’ll be even better in person.”

With a faint blush and a slow, steadying breath, I nodded, moving in to kiss them once more. They sighed happily, eyes closing as their lips moved against mine.

They were right, of course. By their own admission, my late-night fantasies had brought them plenty of pleasure. But it was easy to be skilled in my own fantasies… Reality was a different matter.

Nervous though I was, however, there was no way I was letting my performance anxiety getting the way of something I’d wanted for years. One trembling, inexperienced hand inched under the edge of their shirt to brush a thumb over the soft skin of their hip, relishing in their subtle tremble of delight. The way they reacted to my touch spurred me on, and my fingertips worked under their waistband, smirking when they nodded eagerly at my clarifying glance. The fabric travelled easily over their thighs, and I dropped to my chest between their legs, fingers dancing over damp cotton. A quiet sound of need and pleasure radiated in their chest as I trailed my lips over the tender flesh of their inner thigh, thumb pressing against their wetness, earning a sharp gasp. Hands tangled in my hair, and I looked up, silently prompting.

“Please,” they whispered, eyes wide with desperate desire. “Oh God – please, James…” Groaning weakly, I tugged down the thin, black underwear, wetting my lower lip unconsciously at the sight before me.

Their legs fell wider apart as I shuffled closer, driven by an irrepressible need to explore slick folds offered to me so willingly. The instant my tongue grazed over their wetness, they let out a pitiful mewl, pulling me closer unconsciously and eliciting a ragged moan of delight from my parted lips as I buried myself eagerly between their thighs. Their back arched to press nearer to my enthusiastic tongue, intoxicated as I was by their sweetness, one of my hands moving to probe at their entrance as they squirmed in delight.

The feeling of their body stretching and clamping around me frantically had my hips shifting in a futile attempt to ease the ache between my own thighs. With a quiet, breathless chuckle, they tugged gently on my hair, drawing my gaze to theirs. “Good?” they breathed, eyes flicking pointedly to my needy writhing. I could only hum against them in response, refusing to ease my ministrations for even a moment to confirm my pleasure, hand and tongue shifting in unison as they shuddered and twitched. “God, that- that feels- Fuck, Bucky…”

With a soft groan of delight, I buried myself deeper between their eagerly parted thighs, relishing every tremble and moan as their fingers tightened in my hair. “Buck- Bucky, James, fuck, I can’t- I-I’m going to-”

Whimpering desperately, I rutted in vain against the sheets as they arched against me, body tightening and spasming around me, a frantic wail echoing around us as they came undone under my tongue.

I was quite unable to come to a halt, fingers still moving slowly inside them as my mouth needily chased every last ounce of their wetness, delirious with delight and pleasure. My own core was throbbing and dripping with desire - but I steadfastly continued my ministrations, reluctant to stop before I had to. Eventually, however, they tugged weakly at my hair, guiding me away from their trembling pussy with a soft whimper.

“H-holy… Fuck…” they breathed shaking, a minute wince flickering across their features as one leg stretched out along my side, bones groaning with the effort of movement. I rest my cheek on their thigh, panting as I gazed up at them with wonder and want, relishing the encompassing taste of them still overwhelming my senses.

“You taste like the stars,” I whispered rapturously, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. “I can’t believe how fucking good you taste.”

They blushed minutes as I looked up once more, flushed pink with pleasure and joy. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

I swallowed dryly, mind whirring at the possibilities, and I froze with indecision. I’d been fantasising about this day for a long time, and I’d covered a hundred different scenarios, each one now flashing before my eyes in a rapid rotation of pleasurable experiences I now had the opportunity to fulfil. “I don’t know where to start,” I admitted softly, and they offered me a tender smile, fingers caressing my hair.

“C’mere,” they murmured, tugging gently to draw me up beside them, oppressing close to my chest, one arm around my neck as the other hand found my hip, dipping lightly under the edge of my shirt to caress my skin tenderly as their mouth found mine. I sighed into the kiss, my own fingers curling into their hair needily.

“I’ve had so many fantasies that I just… I have no idea where to begin,” I breathed, earning a small, coy smile, their now-bare thigh pressing between mine and eliciting a quiet whine and a shuddering jerk of my hips.

“There was this one fantasy,” they mused playfully, slowly kissing along my jaw. “You had it a lot… I could feel your legs around mine, and you were stretching me out so much…”

I gulped, feeling my body tense at the thought. I knew exactly what they were referring to – an act that divided all those who tried, and one I was frantic to attempt. A wide line of light appeared over their thigh, and I blushed as they grinned broadly. “You like that idea, hm?”

Nodding weakly, my fingers flexed with desire, tongue passing over my lower lip dryly. “I love it,” I admitted faintly, and they beamed, fingertips shifting to my fly as they met my eyes, seeking my consent, the sound of my ripper deafening in the tense silence when I nodded.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears as they shed my jeans with tender, patient movements, pressing adoring kisses to the scarred skin of my thighs as each inch was revealed. They didn’t ask, but I knew they understood, each gentle pass of their lips over laddered flash soothing a disquiet anxiety in my soul of which I hadn’t registered the presence.

By the time the material was dropped to the floor with a hushed, heavy thud, my muscles were loose, the ache between my legs more intense than ever as their heavy-lidded gaze met mine. Settling themselves beside me once more, their fingertips danced lightly over my abdomen to tug gently on the hem of my shirt. This time, I found myself only too eager help, shifting upright to pull the clothing over my head with only the barest of thoughts for the scarring at either chest or shoulder, lost in the feeling of their hands mapping my skin attentively.

“You’re so beautiful,” they breathed as I lay back beside them, pressing a gentle kiss to my chest when I blushed, hyperaware of the warmth of their hand resting on my abdomen. “Can I touch you, James?”

I swallowed and nodded, breath catching as their fingers slid under my waistband, passing over short hair to reach between my legs.

The air rushed from my lungs at the first brush of their fingertips against me, the surreal experience of someone else’s touch caressing my wetness eliciting a quiet whine of delight. Reassured, they pressed closer to my side, one leg draping over mine as they trailed their palm along me lightly. “Mm, Bucky…. You’re so-” They cut themselves off, pausing in their ministrations as they looked at me for clarification.

“Wet,” I finished with only the barest hint of a blush, nodding reassuringly and rutting against them. “Fuck- you make my pussy so goddamn soaked…”

They groaned softly, face burying in my throat to nuzzle and kiss the delicate skin they sound there, fingers mercifully resuming their gentle caresses along my slick folds. “So soaked, my beautiful boy… I just want to make you feel so good…”

With a quiet whine, I hooked a thumb into my boxers, pushing them down needily and earning an affectionate chuckle for my desperation. The second I lay nude before them and their hand found me again, I let my legs fall apart, offering my dripping core to them shamelessly. Their purr was pure joy as they stroked and probed, searching for each spot that made me twitch ang groan and mewl pitifully.

My back arched when their finger slid inside me, an exhilarated moan falling readily from my lips, hand tightening in the sheets as I frantically pressed closer. The knowledge that this person, chosen for me by the universe, could make my nerves sing so sweetly – that they’d be able to do so for the rest of our livers together – made my head spin. Emboldened, I licked my lips, leaning over to my bedside table to draw out a long, black length of silicone, the flush barely rising up the back of my neck as I clutched it tightly.

“This what you want, hm?” I purred, my free hand knotting in their hair to kiss them deeply, grinding against their palm. “Best of both worlds, huh – stretching out that gorgeous cunt while I rub my soaked, desperate pussy up against it?” They gasped and nodded, hips already shifting against my thigh once more, the feeling of their juices coating my skin making me only more eager for them. With a reluctant groan, I shifted away from their tender touch, hungrily pulling their legs apart to offer their soaked heat to me once more and earning a shiver of delight at the motion. The  sight of them spread before me, offered and leaking, eyes blown wide with lust and skin shining with ghosts of my thoughts, gave me pause for a moment, enraptured by my good fortune.

I was shameless as I shifted between their knees, my own legs parting, relishing the way their gaze consumed every inch of my exposed flesh just as ravenously as mine did theirs; I could feel myself getting wetter at their eyes on me, and couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of utter bliss.

Their own wetness lit up as I thought about pressing myself against them, and they mewled quietly, shifting closer. “Please… Please, James, fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long, don’t make me wait anymore…”

With a trembling exhale, I shifted the dildo between us, watching with a heavy-lidded gaze as it slowly stretched out their dripping hole. They whimpered and gasped, back arching to force it deeper before their hand took over for mine, eyes moving to my own proffered entrance. The feeling of the toy pressing into me as they moved nearer was more intense than I could ever have imagined, a deafening groan leaving me as I rutted closer, frantically taking more of the thick length in an effort to find some merciful friction.

When their wetness brushed my own, my mind snapped, and almost feral kind of need overcoming me. My arm wrapped around their thigh to jerk them closer and pin them to me, my pussy squarely meeting theirs, our wetness mingling in a lewd cacophony that had my pleasure spiking even higher.

The way the moaned and moved against me, grinding with an urgency that even my wild fantasies couldn’t have predicted, quickly had the blood in my veins fizzing with my impeding release. My hands grasped at them in a futile attempt to hold them closer, fingernails carving rivulets into their flesh, whimpering with desperation as their eyes met mine, hand closing around my metal wrist to cling to me. “Please,” they gasped, somewhere between a cry and a groan, their gaze flat black as their movements against me became irregular.

“Give me everything, sweetheart,” I grunted, sweat beading along the nape of my neck, losing myself in the building tremble of their muscles and the soaked cunt rutting frantically against my own, clit grinding and nudging until their back arched as they wailed.

Their pussy clenched and quivered, jerking the toy inside me, tears rolling freely down my cheeks as they cursed and sobbed, fucking themselves desperately through their climax. The sensation of their wetness intensifying, flowing freely and mixing with mine as they spasmed, dragged me over the edge, and I pressed closer desperately as I groaned, nails breaking skin as I fought to bury myself deeper, to have as much of our bodies in contact as I could.

Their name fell from my lips as a cry of utter ecstasy, vision darkening around the edges as I rocked through my orgasm, hips finally slowing and easing up as Mars’ body fell still, limp and depleted and whimpering softly in pleasure. When I halted at last, they half-lifted their head to meet my faze, aftershocks sending gentle jerks through their body. “I… Oh God, that was…”

I laughed weakly, shivering with the fading adrenaline. “Yes… Yeah, it… Fuck, it really was.” My movements were slow and clumsy as I drew back, relishing in their shaky whimper as the toy left their quivering body and letting out my own soft groan of pleasure and delight at the mess leaking from their stretched hole. “Beautiful,” I breathed, wincing with sensitivity at the drag of the toy over my own overstimulated pussy, dropping it aside to collapse beside them and pull their spent body to my chest carefully. “You okay?” I murmured, trailing a fingertip softly over the delectable curve of their jaw.

They nodded and grinned shakily, releasing a soft sigh of contentment. “I didn’t know it could feel like that,” they admitted quietly, and I pressed a gentle kiss to their hair.

“I didn’t know I could feel like that,” I agreed, my eyes drifting shut of their own volition as Mars burrowed closer into my side, one leg hooking over mine to press themselves nearer. “Stay,” I breathed as my muscles grew sleep-heavy, and they half nodded against me.

“Yes,” they mumbled, fingers tightening a little against my skin. “Yes, please.”

[skullsandcorals]

Perachel Bingo again (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)❤️💙

Hosted by @percy-and-rachel-events 💥!!!

• Prompt: Hairbrush

Perachel kid (Violetta/Vi) design by @punchable-panda (except way younger 🥹) 💙🩷💙

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Family Bonding 💜╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯💜

Art without text 🫶

[storm--bound]

Monarchal Summit bingo anyone? 😎

First Redacted post, hello fandom

[killugon-truther]

killugon ship opinion bingo

here's my personal opinion on killugon via. ship opinion bingo !!

here's a blank ver. for anyone who wants it !!

[definitelynuwonhere]

*Places my first chip on the card*

Who Would Win In A Snowball Fight Feat. The SHAW Pack

TREND FROM: @frenchiefitzhere (IDK IF I WAS SUPPOSE TO TAG U BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO CREDIT U- TELL ME IF I SHOULD TAKE IT OFF 💀)

Ok so I couldn't do it without elaborating and ofc with a group as chaoticallyGOOD as them, there ain't gonna be a clean cut answer soooooo:

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Asher: "CHARGE"

The beta yelled, holding a beanie filled with snowballs he's preparing to throw as the three VERY CONFUSED men turn their heads

David: "Oh for the love.."

Milo: "Oh hell no-

Sam: "Wha-"

Angel, Baabe, and Sweetheart soon appear behind him, hauling wagons filled to the brim with snowballs as they spread across the field, staring at them like hunters hunting for prey.

Asher then takes out a walkie-talkie and makes a fucked up bird noise, causing a VERY loud reaction out of Darlin' from uphill.

Darlin': "THAT WAS SO NOT THE FUCKING SIGNAL?"

Angel: "HE WAS BOUND TO FUCK IT UP JUST GO" They said, screaming into their own walkie-talkie as they proceeded to throw snowballs the three mens’ way.

Darlin then shoots down from the hill, on a sled at full speed, aiming a dog ball Nerf blaster, filled with snowballs right at the three.

Milo, David, Sam: "Ah shit."

Rip

[sunxrice]

reverie.jpg

(more doodles under cut)

have this bingo card as a treat. interpret the squares however you like

i really wanted to finish it before chapter 3 but i can't think of anything so i'm leaving it like this for now. i need more real world squares augh

about the "tag skills" square because i feel like i need to explain that; one example (and tbf this is the only one lmao) the teleport skill because when i saw that one i immediately was like Hey what if in the future you're forced to continue the story alone or smth like that. also because right now the tag skills only give you items, whereas in the base game they're actually needed to progress the story idk what i'm talking about it's been a long time since i've seen them

[helluvapurf]

Emilute for the ship bingo?

Randomly discovered this pair a lil while back while browsing the fandom tags... and honestly its quite an interesting one to think of the potential with them! 👀

You've got Lute as the hardened, no-nonsense bad bitch among the Heaven army, whilst Emily's this eternally-pure seraphim eager to give others a chance. Even if Lute did alot of awful things (alongside Adam)... I feel like Emily would still pity her in a way once she comes to see how lonely Lute is, now solo-leading the army and still grieving over her lost comrade. Even if it'll inevitably annoy/confuse Lute to have Emily hanging over her... in-time, I'm sure even she would come to enjoy her wholesome company after awhile 🥺(compared to all the bloodshed & vengeance Lute's normally used to).

It may not be "perfect", and bound to have its ups-and-downs... but with enough good writing & character progession in-place, I think it'd be a pretty sweet ship to work with imo~ ^^

[sweetspicybingo]

Congratulations to @thebrooklynnway for completing a bingo!

[eliotqueliot]

Happy Valentine's Day, Queliot!

Chapter 3 of you want it darker? || dark king eliot is now live! As a Queliot gift for Valentine's Day!

This chapter does still focus on Eliot's grief, and Quentin's still technically dead (but not really/permanently?). But, as dark and angsty as this story can be, there's a strong emphasis on the Queliot love story. It feels essential to me. Hopefully you’ll agree! Big 🍑❤️ to all of you today (Happy Valentine’s Day, no matter when you read this!) (Yes, today this fic finally earns its E-rating!)

A big thank you to my collaborator @juliawickers❤️who in addition to all the support and inspiration, and creating the original concept, graphic, and fanmix❤️has made an edit for Ch. 2 and now a queliot au: you want it darker? || dark king eliot pin board with Ch. 3❤️

Summary for Chapter 3 specifically:

Eliot sees glimpses of Quentin everywhere. Hears his voice. Feels his phantom touch.

He knows it's really Q. And that no one will believe him. Telling Margo or Julia will only make them worry more.

Meanwhile, attempts to bring Quentin back continue to fail. Will a visit with an old friend help turn things around?

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Thank you @queliotbingo! ❤️ This WIP as a whole will be marking my Resurrection/Reincarnation, Time Travel, Underworld squares

Thank you @ficwip for Hey, Sweetheart 2024! In addition to meeting the "sweetheart" challenge (several times!), Chapter 3 fits today's themes of 🗺️ Forest and 💕 mutual pining.

you want it darker? || dark king eliot (34561 words) by victoriaandalbert, EliotQueliot Chapters: 3/12 Fandom: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson/Julia Wicker, Eliot Waugh & Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater & Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater & Margo Hanson, Quentin Coldwater & Theodore "Ted" Rupert Coldwater-Waugh & Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater & Theodore "Ted" Coldwater Characters: Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Julia Wicker, Quentin Coldwater, Alice Quinn (The Magicians), Josh Hoberman, Fen (The Magicians), Rupert Chatwin | Dark King Sebastian, Jane Chatwin, 23rd Timeline William "Penny" Adiyodi, 40th Timeline William "Penny"Adiyodi, William "Penny" Adiyodi, Henry Fogg, 24th Timeline Alice Quinn (The Magicians), Kady Orloff-Diaz, Todd (The Magicians), Ted Coldwater, Hades (The Magicians), Theodore "Ted" Rupert Coldwater-Waugh, The Great Cock of the Darkling Wood, The Great Cock (The Magicians) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Blood and Violence, Soulmates, queliot, endgame queliot, Underworld, Resurrection, Dark Fantasy, Margo Hanson is a Good Friend, Julia Wicker is a Good Friend, Quentin Coldwater Lives, Depression, References to Depression, References to Shadeless Julia Wicker, Shadeless Eliot Waugh, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Castle Whitespire, Mountain of Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fillory (The Magicians), Goddess Julia Wicker, Crying, Fix-It, Alternate Universe, Suicidal Thoughts, Afterlife, Ghosts, Souls, True Love, royal husbands, Magic, Fairies, High King Eliot Waugh, High king Margo Hanson, King Quentin Coldwater, Queen Julia Wicker, Suicide Attempt, Lucid Dreaming Series: Part 2 of You Want It Darker? Series Summary:

Eliot finds among Jane Chatwin’s things perhaps a way to bring back Quentin—but it comes at an enormous personal cost: during the ritual, Eliot is stripped of his Shade completely. Violently ripping the reigning Dark King from the throne, Eliot assumes the mantle of Dark High King—a truly malevolent force who will do anything to get Quentin back. Even if it means he becomes somebody the man he loves won’t recognize when Eliot rescues Quentin from the Underworld. By any means necessary.

—summary from you want it darker? || dark king eliot [graphic + fanmix] by victoriaandalbert

[nekoannie-chan]

Love or curse?

Title: Love or curse?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 579 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?

Major Tags: Love bug, curse.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:

"Love bug.”

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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.

But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.

"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.

"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."

"We need..."

"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.

"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."

"Then go get her and make her bring it."

"You have powers..."

"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.

None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.

You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.

On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.

"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.

"Only if you have plans."

"Then I'll see you at eight."

"I'll be on time."

You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.

"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.

"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.

"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.

"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.

"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."

"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."

"But... " 

"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."

All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The Real Winter Soldier, Part Three

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Winter x Greg (Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Winter finally gets his first date with his Lieutenant, and it goes... Predictably.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3691

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) CW: BDSM, utter depraved smut.

𝐀/𝐍 -> It was demanded from me, so here's part three. Love you, Sailor.

Prompts met; - ‘Double Penetration’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo ; - ‘First Date’ – @fandombingo ; - Sensory Deprivation’ – Gen Prompt Bingo, - ‘Culture: Talking About Sex’ – @multifandom-flash , Taboo – 6046; - ‘Sadist’ - Multifandom Flash – BDSM, - ‘These are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know’ – Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 4047, - ‘Beat Them at Their Own Element’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2031, - ‘Shy Finger-Twiddling’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2032. - ‘Eat Me Out’ – @sweetspicybingo (sweetheart bingo), - ‘Love’ – @julybreakbingo (4x4); - ‘Sweat’ – July Break Bingo (5x5); - ‘Condescending Praise Kink OR Degradation Kink’ – July Break Bingo (6x6); - ‘Oral Sex OR Phone Sex’ – July Break Flash Bingo; - ‘Kink: Cowgirl’, ‘Love as Attentiveness’, ‘Monster Under the Bed or Secret Identity’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Kink: Creampie’, ‘Comfort’ - July Break Mini Bingo.

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The afternoon of our date, a package appeared on my doorstep.

My head cocked curiously as I placed the carboard box on the table. It wasn’t large, but surprisingly weighty for the size. Fingers brushing the tape, I smiled softly at the only distinguishing mark on the box – a small, sparking snowflake sketched in one corner, delicate and precise.

I tugged gently at the tape, mouth running dry as the contents were revealed.

My fingers shook as I pulled out the scrap of paper, heart hammering in my chest.

I expect these to be in place for our date tonight.

I touched the boxes inside tentatively, blushing softly at the images depicting their contents before removing each with a reverent delicacy, eyeing the clock in anticipation.

I’d had to consult the internet for the best way to prepare my hitherto-unused ass – but I couldn’t deny that the slender dildo positioned inside me was intoxicating.

The larger of the two was more familiar by now, but the way it followed the curve of my body to press almost tenderly against my clit was… Different.

He was already seated when I entered, leaning back in his chair, collar undone and sleeves rolled up to the elbow. I felt my abdomen flutter at the mere sight of him, hyperaware of the toys buried inside me at his command.

He was on his feet before I reached the table, drawing out my chair and pressing a kiss to my cheek as I blushed. “That colour looks good on you,” he purred playfully, brushing a tender thumb over my jaw, and I felt myself grow darker, ducking my head shyly as I slid into my seat.

“Uh… Nice place,” I replied, glancing around the Italian, forcing myself to remain calm so he couldn’t see my nervousness.

He might be more experienced… But tonight, it’s my turn.

He settled himself opposite, silent for a moment as he considered me. Leaning forward onto his forearms, he fixed his dark eyes intensely on mine. “Did you do what you were told?” he breathed, and I couldn’t look away as I nodded weakly.

“I did,” I replied softly, and he grinned, predatory and seductive.

“Good boy. How do you feel?”

Time to shine.

I mirrored his position, leaning forward with my arms on the table, offering him a saccharine-sweet smile. “Deliciously full… Though my ass would feel much better stuffed with your cock.”

He blinked owlishly, my confidence catching him off-guard and leaving him momentarily wrong-footed, “I- Yeah, I-I’m sure it would…”

“You do stretch out my pussy incredibly, after all,” I added nonchalantly, taking a sip of my water to hide my smile at the infinitesimal drop of his jaw.

“Feels pretty incredible from my end, too,” he replied after a moment, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. “But you… You feel good? Comfortable?”

I nodded, leaning back in my chair to fold my arms across my chest, draping one leg luxuriously over the other and smirking when the motion drew his eye. “Very good,” I purred, dropping my gaze to the menu before me. “Though I’m somewhat regretting choosing a date that required us to wear pants.”

His gulp was audible, and I glowed internally, enraptured by my power over him – this man who had surely seen and done more than I could imagine, and yet here he was, squirming visibly in his seat.

Over me.

We kept the conversation polite and free of more private subjects while we ate - discussing our lives, both past and present, aims for our future, and the things that brought us to where we were.

“It sounds like you’ve lived a hard life,” he’d observed, never looking away as I briefly recounted my seventy years under HYDRA service. I could only nod at his tender gaze, a surprising lump swelling in my throat, touched by the concern he showed.

His own offered history had been just as vague, telling briefly of naval service and implying interactions of his own with the surreal and fantastical – in the most horrifying and haunting of ways, judging by the way his eyes glazed over as he caressed faint scars on the back of his hands absently. He didn’t offer more information, and I didn’t ask – the cursed look in his eyes was painfully familiar, and said more than his words ever would.

Inevitably, however, the conversation turned teasing and flirty as we ordered dessert, and I marvelled in his ability to be utterly confident hitting on me in public; I found myself glancing around, cheeks flushed, when he mentioned making me moan, stunned by his straight face and unabashed nature – he didn’t bother to drop his voice as I had, and seemed unphased by the occasional glance he received.

But as much as he was able to talk about these things in the middle of the restaurant, I had a few tricks of my own up my sleeve – even if they were reserved for a more private setting. I was only bold enough to keep my eyes on his as I licked whipped cream from the tip of my spoon, watching as his throat bobbed at the motion. “So… Shall we get out of here?” I purred, unable to keep myself from twisting my fingers together timidly, my voice cracking at the end and betraying my nerves. He smiled sweetly, reaching out to take my hand gently.

“Are you okay, Snowflake?” he breathed, kissing my knuckles softly, making my heart stutter and swoon.

“Wonderful,” I murmured back, a shy grin creasing my features. “I, uh… Just- I’m looking forward to getting you back to my place.”

His eyebrow arched in surprise, tongue passing between his lips to contain a chuckle. “Oh, you are, are you?” I nodded, and he groaned under his breath, pushing back his chair as he stood. “Let’s go.”

The second the door closed behind us, he was on me, his hands tangling in my hair as he pinned me to the wall, mouth colliding with mine in a hungry whine.

The sound ratcheted up when I spun us, his back replacing mine, my hand resting lightly on his throat. “Wh- Uh… This… This is… New…” he stammered, eyes widening with delight, and I smirked, trailing soft kisses over his jaw. “Not- ah, not that I’m complaining, I ju- mmm…”

His words died as I sucked lightly at his pulse, his fingers tightening against my hips, my own grip trailing slowly to press against his chest, pinning him in place. “I think it’s my turn to call the shots,” I breathed, drawing back just long enough to meet his gaze with a grin. “I’d like to give the whole ‘dominance’ thing a go…”

He gulped and nodded quickly, tipping his head back just a little as he rested it against the wall. “I’m yours, to do with as you wish.”

With a soft, nervous sigh, I kissed him tenderly, pressing my body closer to his for a moment of vulnerability before growling under my breath, sliding my hands under the edge of shirt and pushing it up quickly, trailing my mouth over the exposed skin as it passed over his head. I lost myself for a moment in the taste of him – salt and rope and strength, so delicious and intrinsically him that it drove every thought from my mind as he trembled beneath my lips. “God, you taste so fucking good,” I murmured, nipping roughly at the curve of muscle over his chest and eliciting a sharp gasp and a shudder of delight.

My fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck as I pulled him toward me, stumbling blindly towards my bedroom with my lips pressed to him. The grunt of delight as I pushed him onto the bed made goosebumps erupt across my arms, and I straddled him quickly, moving to remove my tie. His lips parted in ecstasy as I draped it across his eyes, head raising obediently to allow me to secure the fabric. “Is this okay?” I breathed, and he nodded eagerly.

“Very,” he whispered, squirming minutely, his cock grinding against me pointedly. “God, please…”

“Patience, pet,” I chuckled, leaning in once more to create a bruise on the smooth, exposed skin of his throat, nails scoring red lines down his chest with a purr, making him whimper quietly. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you… And you’re going to love every goddamn second.” Another quick, desperate nod, and his fingers flexed on my hips, dipping under the fabric my shirt. My own closed around his wrists, and I pinned them over his head, humming as I rolled my hips against his. “So needy! Did nobody teach you any endurance?”

“I thrive on instant gratification,” he replied softly, a smirk playing on his lips, and I laughed under my breath, kissing him once more.

“Your perseverance will be rewarded,” I murmured, and he swallowed, his muscles relaxing beneath me as he nodded once more, submitting to my will entirely. I tentatively let go of his wrists, but he stayed obediently where he was, trembling as I trailed slow kisses down his chest to sink to my knees between his thighs. The soft pants that fell from his parted lips sent bolts of lightning through my veins, hot and fizzing, and I licked my lips as I fumbled with his belt, hands shaking with enthusiasm.

The sigh that escaped him as I flicked my tongue over his leaking tip made me grin, and I sucked lightly at the end of his length, humming contentedly, fingers lightly caressing his thigh. His hands dropped to the sheets either side of his hips, clenching with the urge to bury themselves in my hair, no doubt longing to fuck my throat with reckless abandon, and I grinned as he whined when I drew back, his hips jerking against nothing. But he lay obediently prone as I moved to my feet, shrugging out of my shirt, delighting in the way his cock bobbed at the sound of my trousers hitting the floor.

His palms found my thighs when I straddled him once more, unconsciously pressing me minutely down, quietly straining to press himself inside me, pressing the toy still buried inside me even deeper. I let his head brush against me, making him shiver with delight, before shimmying forward, relishing in the desperate whimper that erupted around the lip clamped between his teeth. “Shhh,” I murmured, caressing his cheek gently as I moved to place a knee either side of his head. “Make me feel good, pet, and you’ll get reward.”

His eyes lit up as I slowly withdrew the toy from inside me with a soft moan, teasing it against the edge of his lip. His mouth opened obediently, eagerly taking the toy and swirling his tongue around it hungrily, sucking and swallowing with a groan. With a quiet chuckle, I withdrew the toy, tossing it to the sheets and moving closer.

The moment my dripping pussy met his lips he dove into me with a groan, my back arching as I gasped and shuddered, eyes open wide. “Fuck- that’s it, sweet boy. Lick that cunt like the desperate whore you are… So fucking good…” He simply whimpered in response, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rutted against him needily, relishing in each pass of his tongue over my clit. When he buried himself inside me hungrily, I mewled aloud, thighs clenching around his head. “J- god, yes, just like that! Just there, baby boy, fuck…”

The lewd sounds of my wetness passing over his mouth and his eager lapping only drove me higher, hips jerking faster, rocking against him frantically as he snatched breaths where possible. I couldn’t keep myself from tugging off his blindfold, wanting to see those eyes as I used him for my pleasure – the mahogany depths danced with delight as he worked his mouth against me eagerly, unable to stop his hands from moving to my waist to pull me closer and anchor me nearer to his probing tongue. Distantly, I considered chastising him, but his desperate grip digging tight into my skin was too good, dragging me over the edge as I rutted desperately against him, a cry of pleasure falling from my lips.

The full-body tremors that wracked my body as I came down had me leaning back, one hand resting on his hipbone to support myself as I panted hard. His tongue on me eased up as I whimpered in overstimulated pleasure, trading quick, precise flicks for long, slow laps, hungrily chasing down any drops of my wetness he may have missed, thumbs tracing comforting circles on my thighs.

My movements were slow and shaky as I moved to straddle his hip once more, biting back a grin at the sight of his slick face and glassy eyes. “My poor, sweet boy… Eating my pussy seems to have blown any thoughts from that pretty head, hm?” He nodded weakly, dazed, licking his lips as his gaze shifted to me.

“I-” He cut himself off with a soft groan, lids fluttering in pleasure before his eyes found mine once more. “So… So good…”

I purred, pressing back minutely, the toy still buried in my ass shifting at the motion and earning a soft, pitiful mewl. “I think you deserve a reward for performing so well…” I hummed, shifting to let my wetness slide along his length, eliciting a stuttered, breathless groan. His hands shifted to my hips, holding me to him as he rocked against me hungrily – and his eyes grew wide as my metal fingers wrapped around his throat, a warning growl rising in my chest.

“Remember you place, pet,” I breathed, grip loosening infinitesimally when his hands dropped to the sheets once more, hips stilling, a frustrated whine slipping between parted lips.

I picked up where he had left off, rocking and grinding atop him, head falling back as his leaking tip nudged my clit lightly. He could only whimper beneath me, his fingers clenched in the bedding as he fought to contain himself, and I leaned forward, offering him a sweet smile. “Beg.”

“Please,” he breathed immediately, eyes wide and pleading. “I- Fuck, please, Sir… You feel so good, I-I want you- Want to be buried in your beautiful, soaked, tight pussy… I love how wet you get, wanna let you drench me while you use me to make yourself feel good… Please, Sir, I-”

He cut himself off with a deafening groan as I twitched my hips, letting his length press inside me quickly, pausing with him buried deeply as he sobbed his gratitude and pleasure.

My pace was slow and gentle as I rocked atop him, relishing the gasps and moans that fell from his flushed lips. His eyes were locked on me, blown wide with rapturous adoration, the heat of his gaze making my skin burn with lust. “Don’t stop,” I breathed, rocking more firmly, fingernails scoring lines down his chest as I moaned gently. He swallowed, hips twitching minutely, head falling back as his lips parted once more.

“P-please- God, fuck- Please, Sir… It’s so good, you’re so good… Please Sir – use me – I’d be honoured to be a sex toy for you – anything you want, please… I just want to watch you feel good…”

My fingers found his, guiding his hands to my hips, showing him exactly how I wanted to move me and earning a soft groan of delight, biceps flexing as he obeyed eagerly. “That’s it,” I murmured, back arching as he shifted me on his length, pressing him deeper with each thrust. “Fuck- just like that, pet… Don’t- Don’t stop, f-fuck… I’m gonna s-soak that cock, and you’re g-gonna fuck me th-through it like a good slut, a-and then– mmm- then you’re gonna put those muscles to p-purpose and pound me into the g-goddamn mattress…” The stutter was unfortunate but unavoidable as his hands tightened on my hips, rutting into me more forcefully as I spoke.

“Please- fuck, please soak me- so, so hot when you squirt, Sir… I want you to make a mess of me,” he grunted, impaling me roughly atop him as the sounds of his cock pounding into my wetness obscenely punctuated each desperate breath.

The cry I released as he raised me was of utter ecstasy, juices flowing freely to soak the willing, obedient, hungry man beneath me, who could only groan out his pleasure, nails digging in as he slammed me back down.

True to orders, he moved me against him diligently as wave after wave of pleasure broke over me, interrupting only long enough to permit another gush of my wetness, leaving him soaked and slick, trembling with the effort of keeping his control.

When I was little more than a ragdoll, jerking in time with his hands rocking me, I leaned forward to wrap a hand around his throat, pulling him into a hard kiss as I quivered. “Fuck me, whore. Make me come, then maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you fill me up,” I whispered, more breath than vocalisation as I panted heavily, smirking at the whine he let out when I slid from his lap.

His own breath hitched when my chest met the bed, ass in the air proudly, my knees inched apart to offer him a full view of my dripping cunt. “What are you waiting for?” I purred, hips shifting to wriggle pointedly. “Don’t leave me waiting, fuck toy, or I’ll leave you want-”

My words were cut off as he buried himself inside me quickly, setting up a ferocious, bruising pace, eliciting a deafening yelp and a groan of depraved pleasure. His hands found my hips once more, dragging me forcefully against him, and I hissed in delight as his balls collided with my clit, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me.

True to orders, he gripped me roughly, breath coming in short, sharp pants as he exerted himself. A bead of sweat pooled at the base of my spine as I grunted and gasped, fingers dragging rapturously at the sheets, body jerking. “Fuck- that’s it, that’s it – just there, Sailor… Fuck me, pet – oh, God…”

He groaned roughly, nails digging into my flesh as he unmade me, my own sounds of pleasure dissolving into frantic whines, rutting back against him and earning a hand between my legs, deftly caressing my clit. “There we go- God, you’re so beautiful, so wet, so tight- Fuck, Snowflake, please, I-I can’t-”

I cut him off with a desperate wail, leaning back to crush myself against his chest, muscles convulsing around him as I sobbed helplessly. His free arm wrapped around my waist immediately, holding me tight to him, and – despite the shuddering of urgency in his own body and the staccato tempo of his thrusts as he fought to restrain himself – continued to fuck me just as ordered, spearing me on his cock as my cries faded to pleasured whimpers, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Come for me, Sailor,” I breathed, reaching back to tangle a hand in his hair, holding him tight to me. “Fill me up… Please.”

My words had immediate effect as he buried himself with a relieved, deafening groan, forehead finding my neck as he finally let himself fall still, save the pulsing of his length as he spilled inside me. The ragged breaths against my skin made me smile, and I smoothed his sweat-damp hair tenderly. “My good boy,” I purred, eyes closing for a moment as bliss washed over me. “Such a good boy.”

We lay in a sweat-slick, tangled heap, his cock still buried inside me, my body crushed to his and our foreheads pressed together. My fingers found his cheek, caressing gently, and his eyelids fluttered open to offer me a soft smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, eyes half-open as he considered me. “You doing okay?” I nodded once, returning his smile, enamoured with this exhausted man who had worked so hard for my pleasure – but I was unable to keep up the eye contact, and his brow furrowed worriedly. “What’s wrong, Snowflake? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” I replied quickly, hand dropping to squeeze his bicep gently in reassurance. “You were… Amazing.” I chuckled softly, shaking my head, still feeling weak from the waves of pleasure that had crashed through my body, then paused. “You’re not… Afraid of me, are you?”

His frown deepened further, fingers finding mine to hold tight. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

Hesitating, I looked away, swallowing with difficulty around the lump in my throat. “I… I know the stories people tell about me. That, y’know, I seem like an alright guy now – but that I’ve done some real bad things. Some folks understand that it wasn’t me; others just… Think I’m a live grenade, ready to blow at any moment. Just waiting in the darkness, and maybe they’re right; I’m the monster under the bed that their mother warned them about, after all.”

He considered me for a moment, eyebrows all but descending into his eyes as he stared. “… Oh, Win, no,” he murmured, holding me tighter to him and pressing a soft kiss to my head. “My sweet boy. I’m not afraid of you – and you are not a monster, do you hear me?”

I curled closer to his chest, burrowing into his willingly offered body and clinging to him needily. “You think so?” I muttered, and he nodded against my hair.

“I know so. I could never be afraid of you, Snowflake. I love you.”

I hummed gratefully before pausing, the gravity of his words sinking in as I looked up, finding him slightly pink-cheeked and nervous, but smiling softly. “You… Love me?”

A gentle chuckle, and he nodded, skimming his lips against my forehead lightly. “I love you, Winter.”

My heart hammered in my chest, and I blushed as I looked down, suddenly shy, despite the cock still resting inside me. “I… I love you too, Lieutenant Tyne.”

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

ANSWER: The Night Comes for Us

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[youngeditor1999]

Ship bingo: Josh and Stefon

So because this is an NFL RPF ship...!!

Blue means HELL YEAH, FOR FUCKING SURE, LET'S GOOOOOO BAYBEEE!!!!!!!! 🥳🌟💯🔥💞

Some explanations though:

--"Aesthetically it's GREAT" because they are polar opposites of each other personality wise, but they still manage to be phenomenal together!! To further give you a more illustrative idea of what exactly I mean, in the gfl Discord, we like to compare Josh to a golden retriever and Stef to a black cat. 🖤💛🐈‍⬛🐶

Also in terms of aesthetics, I love seeing Stef be super into clothes/fashion and then Josh is usually out there in hella casual team apparel most of the time 😅

So even though their aesthetics don't match, they don't have to, as they perfectly complement each other as they are!!!

In fact, them not matching while also perfectly complimenting each other is the aesthetic!!!!!!

--"I want to kiss them" simply because they are both cuties ☺️💓 Just a little peck is all I want!! They very much deserve to be majorly loved on, but they can hopefully do that for each other 🤩😉💞

--"They make me unwell", "relationship goals"...I always think about how they talk about each other to the press, especially when the other one isn't there!! They are always hyping each other up and aren't afraid to defend the other while also being so positive in general when speaking about each another!!

Also, Stef was quoted as saying that he wants to get Christmas pictures with Josh 🥺🥹🤧💚🎄📸

And another thing he said is that he can see himself growing old with Josh!!!

Both of these things are big reasons why these two squares apply to how I feel about them. 💙🩵

Meanwhile, here is what red ones mean:

1). "I really need this to be canon"--as "canon" as RPF can get, which to me means that they would actually come out together (and maybe even kiss!!), but of course I know that they don't owe us anything and that their own, private business is just that!!

At the same time, I do think that it would be cool and valid if they did ever decide to formally/officially announce their romantic partnership 🥰

2). "I like it in theory", "I'm open to it"--A lot of RPF is simply ✨theories✨ and ✨vibes✨ so even though Josh and Stef are super obvious all of the time with what they say about each other and also in regards to how they act when around one another, they are still just a theoretical ship overall.

That being said, most ships are theoretical, even the fictional ones that end up being canon fr FR, so yeah--I am (super!!) open to them and am definitely willing to continue to watch their relationship play out!!!

3). "I'd die for them"--because of the things that they say to one another and how they always act!!!!!!! They are so in love with each other that I'm like YEAH, but at the same time, my trifecta of Tom, Rob, and Julian will always be the ultimate "I will go DOWN with this ship" to me.

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In conclusion, I truly love Josh and Stefon so much 🥺🥹🤧💗

They were meant to meet and be on the same team together and I have a strong feeling that they are gonna be together for long time, even after they retire and become Hall of Famers!!! ❤️❣️♥️

Thanks for asking about them, anon!!! 😊🌟💯🔥💞

[definitelynuwonhere]

*puts third chip on the bingo card*

SNOWS-SONA feat. SHAW PACK

Now I didn’t exactly know what to do with this prompt but It sounded cool so \_('v')_/

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ShawPack Holiday Pageant, organized by Sweetheart because Angel wanted to prove that they can and WILL outshine Milo. And since everyone was so tired of getting obliterated by Milo in the fashion arena, they decided to help Angel out. INCLUDING SWEETHEART because of, and I quote: “I get off seeing the drive in him when he’s determined like that.” None of us are surprised, right?

And got off they did. Head turned, jaw dropped, and eyes enamored the moment Milo walked out. And he MADE SURE to get his revenge. Making sure to flex every single sight of skin his outfit would let him. Letting them know what they were missing for betraying him.

Asher: “Tone it down man, this is a fashion show not a strip bar"

Sam: “I think this is his way of getting even since you’ve betrayed him”

Angel and Baabe shake Sweetheart to snap them out of the spell Milo’s got them under. With no success, Darlin’ came up behind them, spritzing them with cold water.

Sweetheart: “FuCK it’s COLD- What that really necessary?!”

Darlin’: “You were basically drooling.”

They turned to Milo one last time, only for him to stick out his tongue, shooting them a wink as he made his depart.

Angel: “Oh that sexy motherfucker.”

They growled, calling over Asher’s mate to do some retouching.

Much to everyone’s chagrin, Milo won. Because this game is rigged and Sweetheart fell, HARD.

Asher: “THAT WAS FIVE TO ONE, FUCKING HOW?”

Sam: “Well..”

Sam, Baabe, and Darlin’ point towards Milo and Sweetheart, unashamedly pushing each other towards the guest room.

David: “Why do we always host these..” *He sighed*

Angel: “DOUBLE TRAITOR.”

Asher: “Quick let’s hide Milo’s shoes, that’ll show em”

Baabe: “Asher Talbot. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, we should cut holes in his socks and hide them.”

They said, Darlin’ handing them a pair of scissors

Sam: “Seriously...?”

David: “No one is gonna be destroying Milo’s socks.

Angel: “Yeah because that won’t be enough. Tank!”

They called them over, Darlin' handing them Milo’s travel shampoo bottle along with a bottle of green dye.

Asher: "Oh he's so gonna kill us"

Angel: “FUCKING WORTH IT”

They exclaimed, squeezing the entire bottle into the shampoo, cackling diabolically.

Sam: “I think it’s safe to say he should’ve saw this coming..”

David: “Honestly..I can’t even argue with that.”

-THE NEXT MORNING-

Milo In The Shower: "WHAT THE FUCK?"