#also of course it's on the back of my thigh

[tusk-rumours]

walking funny ‧͙⁺* — sam winchester x reader

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summary: sam helps you when you're a little incapacitated after last night.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! a shortish bit of smut (p in v, overstimulation, bondage, tears), mentions of oral (fem! receiving). the whole thing is a mention of sex basically. but mainly aftercare & fluff.

idk what to label this bc it is gn but there's a very brief bit of the reader being referred to as a lady/woman. so it's just x reader

a/n: i hope this is accurate because. can't say i've had this happen to me. ahaha. yeah. enjoy! this was also not meant to be this long lmao

acknowledgement to my saint @mxilkyways for the assistance. love u sexy, thanks for discussing sex positions with me lmao

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It was safe to say that Sam had fucked you silly last night. Over, and over, and over again. He's had this effect on you numerous times now, after you get rough with each other for hours. Or when only he'd get rough and dominate you, tying you up and pushing you through the mattress like he did last night. But the feeling of embarrassment of being incapacitated from how hard Sam fucked you never eased.

You lay on your back, waking up way earlier than you intended. 7:32AM. Of course. You turn your head to look at Sam right next to you. He's sleeping peacefully, his face completely relaxed, his hair a little messy against his forehead and the pillow. You'd lift your hands and fix it up if you didn't want to risk waking him. He's such a light sleeper. He's on his side and pressed so close to you that his warm breath ruffles your hair a little, and you wonder how you're gonna successfully untangle yourself from his heavy limbs that are slung over you so firmly.

You manage the task with only a couple hums and unconscious movements from Sam, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, holding back a hiss at the pain. You stood up on shaky legs, almost doubling over if not for the wall right by the bed.

God. He really did a number on you.

It started to hit you full force as you stood, putting your weight on your jelly legs. Your legs and back ached, continuous dull pains throbbing underneath your skin. The worst of it was the uncomfortable pain between your legs, the pain there spiking with every time you agitated the area with a hobble towards the bathroom. You felt borderline bruised. Hell, you were.

You let out a sigh of relief once you make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sinking to the floor, back against the door. You closed your eyes for a moment, before finally getting a good look at yourself.

Sam left harsh red marks from where he gripped you, from the plush of your thighs to your wrists. What he did to you last night was painted all over you, the meaning behind his art so clear it took no intellect to decipher it.

A crowd of hickeys covered your ribs, the softness of your stomach, down to the bones of your hips. Sam had an obsession with taking his time paying attention to every inch of your skin from your forehead downwards when he ate you out, drawing out the process as long as possible.

He mottled the soft and sensitive skin of your inner thighs with dark hickeys too, each mark a reminder of how you writhed and whined more with each nip and suck, of how the arousal you felt that was so close to his mouth getting more unbearable until he did it. Pressing his sweet lips and tongue against you so perfectly in all the ways he knew had you squirming, both of you just so unbelievably wet with your arousal.

You brush your fingertips over them now, your breath hitching a little at the sight. When you fumble for the hand mirror on the counter by the sink you're not prepared for the state of your chest and neck. They're so dark, and there's so many, and there's no fucking way you can cover these up.

"Fuck.." You whisper, wincing as you prod at the marks with your hand.

You didn't even want to attempt any whisk or concealer remedies, because nothing could quick-fix this kind of damage. You huffed, tipping your head back on the door. You would've gotten up if your legs felt capable, but of course, they didn't. So you sat, the bathroom air cold against your bare body. As much as you would've loved it, you knew you couldn't just flop onto the bathroom tile, and wait for Sam to try and open the door, only to be stopped by your body sprawled out like a doorstop.

It takes you an honestly embarrassingly long time to stand. You've gotten back up on your feet quicker on a hunt than this. You decide to blame it on the sleepiness, because yeah, that's exactly what it is.

When you step back into the bedroom, you let out a little disbelieving huff, pausing in the doorway for a moment. Sam hasn't moved.

Jesus, how the hell is he sleeping so well?

He always gets the best sleep after sex, no matter what kind it is. But you? You love when it's rough, truly. But you never get much sleep afterwards. At least when he fucks you gentle you're in for the best sleep of your life after.

Grumbling under your breath, you hobble to the dresser, pains shooting through you. You had a long day ahead of you, you knew that. You manage to dress yourself in one of Sam's flannels and some loose shorts, only almost tripping over once. You consider getting back in bed with Sam, who's still fast asleep (the lucky bastard), with his hands clutching your pillow. But the uncomfortable grumble of your stomach says otherwise. You know you'll start feeling sick soon if you don't eat.

Praying no one else is up yet, you creep out of the bedroom, shutting the door silently on your sleeping Sam. You knew you wouldn't be able to get by without at least someone noticing your discomfort, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You were cringing at just the thought of Dean's reaction to what his brother did to you. You really didn't need him seeing that. So far the coast was clear as you moved through the halls. Even alone, it felt ridiculous to hobble. So you tried walking normally.

You just hoped your funny normal walk didn’t look as stupid as it felt.

You walked (or limped) into the kitchen, trying your hardest to walk normally, which probably made you look even more ridiculous. No one was here, thank god.

You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal, waddling like an idiot to the table, sitting down gingerly, a hiss slipping between your teeth as you do so. You focus on your breakfast, grimacing a little.

Why the hell did you make this? You've been getting so sick of cereal recently. The flakes are already soggy now as you move them around the bowl with the spoon. You groan, grimacing more once you take a spoonful. Eventually you just abandon it, half-eaten, sliding it away from you.

This wooden chair is doing absolutely no favours for your aching body, the splats on the backrest digging into your spine, the seat offering no support to your sore ass. You shift your legs uncomfortably, hissing a little at the intolerable pain between them, before you practically jump into the air in your seat when you suddenly see Sams massive body in your peripheral.

He stands in the doorway, his boxers he must've just slipped on sitting on his hips, his hair messy, smiling at your jump, and fuck, he always looks so good like this.

"There you are. You weren't in bed this morning." He says, far too cheerfully for your liking as you watch him come over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then squishing it up to his.

"Cereal. Why'd you make that? You've been complaining about the sogginess for like a week now." He says softly, his eyes on the bowl sitting in the middle of the table.

You don't even have an answer to that, just pouting a little.

"I'll make you an actually decent breakfast in a bit, hm? How's that sound?"

"Good" You murmur, a little smile on your lips now.

After a moment of his comfortable embrace, he pulls away, taking you in. He can see the marks on your skin you couldn't hide, the slouchiness in your posture and the tiredness in your eyes.

In this moment, you hated him. You looked a mess. You were bruised and hobbling, set to be uncomfortable for the next couple days. But Sam, he looked fine. Not a single hickey or red mark on his skin. He could do a whole dance routine for you with how able his body is if he wasn't so terrible at it.

And worst of all, he liked it. That smirk of his told you that. And you wanted to slap it right off his pretty face.

But you knew you'd just look like an idiot trying to fight him in your state. So, you go for the next best thing. His comfort. You stand on shaky legs, using the arms of the chair to help you, then immediately turn into his chest. A small coo escapes Sam's lips as one of his hands moves to your hair, scratching your head slowly.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks gently. He knows full well what's wrong with you. He knows, but you're still embarrassed to say it. You're always embarrassed to say it.

"I'm just a little— sore, from last night.." You mumble, dipping your head down, your eyes now very interested in the patterns of the tile floor.

"Oh, baby.." He responds, moving closer, his massive hands coming up to rest on your shoulders for a moment, before one catches your chin, lifting your head.

"Honey, why didn't you say? I always wanna know when I've hurt my baby." He says gently, his eyes as soft as his voice.

"It's a little embarrassing waddling around like a damn penguin because you fucked me good. And a little pathetic."

"Honey," He cracks a smile now with a soft chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“You don’t—… look like a penguin.” He says, trying his hardest to suppress the quirks at the corners of his lips, however, the mirth in his eyes gives away his amusement anyway.

“Well I look like an old woman then.”

“Baby, you don’t—" He shuts up and purses his lips when he sees your face, stubborn as ever.

"Fine. You're an old lady penguin. Is there anything I can do for this geriatric penguin to ease the pain? You know I'm all for animal welfare."

You scoff, looking at his amused grin in disbelief, the lines in your forehead deep with your scowl.

"You're ridiculous."

"You're the one claiming to be a penguin. Now, tell me. What can I do?" He says, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes as he steps closer, taking your hand gently in his.

You soften, your face relaxing as you lean into him a bit. You think for a moment as you study your intertwined hands, rolling your wrists around a little.

You've always loved his massages.

"A massage? And not having to move would be nice."

He smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

"You got it."

You turn around, heading for your bedroom, before realising you're about to show Sam how stupidly you've been walking, no matter how much you try to hide it.

Like he's read your mind, you hear his laughter from behind you. Then he's scooping you up into his arms bridal style, holding you to his chest firmly. Despite the embarrassment of him having to carry you and the grumble that leaves your lips, you settle snugly into him, feeling his smile on your forehead.

Instead of your bedroom, he kicks open the bathroom door just a little down the hall from it, making sure you don't hit the wall or the door as he steps in. He kicks the door shut, surveying for a place to put you down, before he just sets you back on your feet.

His hands grab the hem of your shirt, his brows raised in question. Once you nod he pulls it off you, his eyes widening.

"Fuck." He says simply, his eyes glued to the barrage of hickeys and marks all over you.

"Yeah." You reply knowingly, watching his expression.

"Shit baby, I know I was rough as hell but jesus, this is worse than I thought it'd be." He sounds genuinely apologetic as his fingertips brush along your skin.

"Yeah. I don't know if you fucked me or beat me up last night." You tease, starting to get a bit of your confidence in the situation back. This happens every time. You cant quite wrap your head around why you always get so shy in the beginning.

He laughs, his cheeks burning a bit, his thumbs rubbing your waist, along the red marks there.

"I think I know exactly what I did to you. And it definitely wasn't beating you up, baby." His mouth harbors a smirk, but his voice is as soft as ever. His fingertips are gentle as they brush against your hips, like a reminder that those hands of his would never lay harm on you, no matter how much they have done.

Because you didn't bother with a bra that morning, his hands slide down from your waist to your hips where the band of your shorts are, hooking his thumbs in and pulling them down gently. You step out of them once they're at your ankles, and when you look up at Sam you almost bust out laughing at his expression.

His eyes are close to bulging out of his head as they focus on your thighs, his mouth open dumbly. Yeah, he's marked you up plenty of times before, but its not often it's this much.

"Sam?" A blink.

"Sam!" You try again, a little firmer.

This time he blinks away his stare, moving to your face again.

"I— i'm sorry baby, I just— god"

"You did spend a lot of time down there."

That gets him smirking.

"I did." He rests a hand on your hip again, watching his thumb as he thinks.

"God, you must be so sore," He breathes, his brows furrowed.

You say nothing in response, because you can't really tell him 'no, not really' because in all honesty, you're really fucking sore. And you're not about to lie to him.

You're both quiet for a moment before he pulls away a little sullenly. He turns the tap for the bath on, waiting for it to get warm then puts the plug in. You watch his back, a frown pulling at your lips. You don't want him to be upset about last night and feel guilty for how it went. You don't regret a thing, and you don't want him to either.

"Sam," You murmur, coming up close behind him, rising on your toes, and resting your chin on his shoulder. He clears his throat a little, turning his head to face you slightly.

"Stop thinking," Is all you murmur, kissing his cheek softly. He sighs at the soft touch of your lips. "And don't you dare feel guilty. You've got a serious talent with your mouth, baby." You tease, trying to get him to smile. He does, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, making your smile wider.

"Okay." He whispers, turning to face you.

"I'll put that lavender stuff you like in there, yeah?" He asks, his thumbs brushing your waist. He's got that puppy dog look on his face as he dips his head to look at you better, and the way he's so soft has you responding with just a tiny nod.

You watch while he puts in all your favourite oils and soaps, the room smelling sweet and lovely, suds foaming up the water. He even lights a few of the candles you put beside the tub when you guys settled in, wanting to make this as relaxing for you as possible. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him, doing all this for you. It's all so goddamn sweet.

As the tub fills, you turn off the main light, casting the room in a warm glow from the candles. Even just the dimness of the room has you more relaxed already.

In small steps that don't agitate your body, you walk back over to where Sam's bent over the bath, testing the water. He'll put the temperature scorching hot just how you like it, even if he has to bite his lip to contain hisses. He'd prefer it warm, not like he's submerging himself in a vat of hot oil. But, if it's how you like it, then that's how it'll be.

He turns back to face you, hooking his thumbs into your panties with raised eyebrows. You nod, and he pulls them down, letting you hold onto his shoulder as you step out of them. The loss of the last piece of fabric reveals a few more love bites, completing the path they all led to your core.

"Are you coming in with me?" You murmur, your chin dipped low as you watch him move your clothes to the hamper.

He turns his head to you briefly with a quick smile. "'course," He's already hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He hesitates before pulling them down, his gaze softer when he looks at you again. "Do you want me to?" He's worried he's gotten ahead of himself.

"Of course I do," You reply earnestly. It's so Sam to ask that when you've been together for years.

He smiles, the tension in his body relaxing as his hands move back to his boxers. Although you're very familiar with watching him strip, the softness in your demeanour doesn't change. In other words, you were all fucked out. For a good while.

He hesitates again, his boxers still on, God, was he trying to tease you? It's not like you were needy or anything, no, but you always want to see him.

"Alright, sweetheart, c'mere. Let's get you in." With one hand encompassing yours and the other steady on your waist, he keeps you balanced as you step in.

"Careful, baby," He murmurs as he helps you lower down into the hot water, internally scared out of his mind that you're gonna slip. Only once you're entirely settled does he finally pull off his boxers, stepping into the bath behind you. He settles his legs out so you're sitting between them, and lets out a sigh when he tugs you to his chest.

The water settles, reducing to soft noises as his fingers gently move up and down your forearm. He lets his eyes fall shut as he murmurs gently, his chin moving against your shoulder.

"You should've just stayed in bed, baby. Or if you wanted to get up you should've woken me."

You sigh. You knew something along these lines was coming.

"You barely sleep enough as it is. If I can get you to get at least five minutes more I will."

"Still. You know i'm here to help you. Whenever."

Silence falls between you, and you feel the tension in your muscles start to ease as you melt back against Sam's chest.

“Feel nice, baby? Water's good?"

You respond with a little hum, whispering; "Water's perfect,” with a teasing curl to your lips, digging at him just a little for his temperature preference.

He smiles back with an amused huff, burying his face into your shoulder blade as he starts pressing kisses to it, along each bruise, bite mark and hickey. He goes all the way up your neck, behind your ear. Your breathy sigh and the fluttering of your eyelashes don't go unnoticed by him.

He turns you gently in his arms so he has better access to your chest, pressing more gentle kisses to each mark on your neck and chest, his fingers tracing little hearts on the bruises he can't reach with his lips, like the ones on your stomach and hips.

His hands slide down to your thighs, rubbing along them, to the underside, and you can't help but think about the way that he—

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—hooks his hands underneath your knees, hoisting your legs up so your calves rest on either one of his shoulders. You're both so hot, your bodies slick with sweat from so much exertion, and you were already tired enough from riding him for so long, but neither of you are done yet. He decided to grant you some mercy once you were slowing down, bouncing you himself 'till you both came, then letting you onto your back again.

His presence is heavy and lustful over you, his fingers pushing back the hair that sticks to your forehead as his hand dips down to angle his hardened cock. Both of you and the sheets are a mess of each other, your thighs and outside of your pussy slick from his saliva and when he came there.

"Sammy, I don't—" You whine, your hands squirming against the belt where they're tied in against the bedpost, wanting to grasp onto any part of him you can reach.

"Shh, c'mon, baby, I know. Just one more, yeah? I know you've got it." He coos, coaxing you over with a little tease of his tip to your clit, triggering your eyes to roll back.

"Sammy, I wanna— hold you, please," You beg, desperate whines leaving your lips.

"Oh, baby," He says condescendingly, a devilish smirk playing on his reddened lips.

"I think your hands are just fine there. Look good wrapped around my belt, yeah? Or would you prefer it between your teeth?"

His thumb comes up to your bottom lip as he speaks, pushing against your parted lips teasingly. He swipes a bit of spit there down your chin, and with a grin, he pushes his cock into your already abused hole, yet still giving you that delicious stretch nonetheless.

He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, a hand sliding up your arm and gripping the skin underneath the belt harshly as he thrusts in and out of you.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes from how relentless he's being, tucking your head to the side into your arm as the hot tears slide down your burning red cheeks. You sob, and Sam moves his other hand that dug into your knee to grip the side of your head.

"Aw, honey, can't take my cock anymore huh? Maybe I just gotta lower your dose," He teases. He knows if he was seriously hurting you or making you uncomfortable you'd tell him to stop, you both communicate and trust each other enough to know that.

His teasing words only make you moan even more, shaking your head rapidly.

"No, no! Sammy please—"

"My baby's so desperate, huh? I'll give you more, baby, c'mon,"

And then he's sliding his arm under your hips, lifting them at an angle and pounding into you deeper and so hard you cry harder, a mess of tears and sobs until you're shaking, your pussy fluttering hard as you feel him cu—

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"So, what're we thinking for breakfast? Chocolate chip pancakes?" You're quickly snapped out of your daze, your eyes blinking wider, uncrossing your legs that somehow moved during your daydream.

It takes you a minute to think about what he said. Chocolate chip pancakes. Right. He knows you love those. Especially the way he makes them. He puts so many choc chips in there, there's more chocolate than pancake.

"Did those special psychic powers of yours include reading minds?"

He laughs, his palm rubbing up and down your arm.

"No, I don't even have those anymore, silly. I just know how to read you, baby." He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your temple.

"I know," You smile, relishing in his touch.

He then sets on the task of scrubbing you down, rubbing into your muscles with your favourite soaps. His big hands are perfect, digging into all the right spots. But eventually, after sitting against each other in the tub for so long, the water begins to grow cold, and goosebumps begin to rise upon your flesh. Of course, Sam feels it too, and shifts slightly behind you.

"Alright, we should get out," He rubs up and down your arms a few more times as you nod.

He gets out of the bath first, standing up behind you. He stifles a laugh when the water drips off his body and falls onto yours, watching your shoulders hunch and a grumbly noise leave your lips.

"Sorry, baby" He smirks through his apology, his fingers lightly brushing your head as he steps out onto the bath mat.

He turns around, extending his hands to help you. Your limbs definitely aren't as stiff, but they're still wobbly when you move them after sitting for so long. You rise on shaky legs, putting your weight into Sam's hands as he leans close, making sure you don't fall.

Once you get your bearings, standing in the tub, he looks at you with a little smirk, and you know he's gonna say something stupid.

"Is it awful to tell you that you look like a newborn deer?"

You scowl.

"I'm never letting you fuck me again."

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[seitmai]

But just because you were used to being underestimated; doesn’t mean it doesn’t get old.

Say it louder for the people in the back 🥲

Your attraction to the rest of him has only grown in the time since, along with your feelings; you adore his sweet, quiet demeanor. Natasha keeps telling you he feels the same way about you, but you haven’t built up the nerve yet to make a move.

Of course Natasha what's to play matchmaker haha

“Why not?” He asks, perplexed.

Oh sweet summer child

“A woman’s place is wherever the hell she wants it to be, Jackson. I know you’re an idiot but I can’t believe you’re dumb enough to say something like that in front of me, but also your female commanding officer. I haven’t been impressed with the way you,” he stops and looks at the rest of the guys that have gathered around, “any of you have been treating her since she started but refusing to help her is going against direct orders. Not only could she have been injured, but the part she was holding costs more than a year’s salary for you.”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he breathes as you kiss down his neck, groaning as you nip his collarbone. “Me too,” you murmur against his neck before pulling back to take his hand. “Come on.”

Glad everyone is on the same page 😌🤭

“What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle as he puts it under the light while you slip your coveralls off. “Making sure it’s not expired,” he replies with a chuckle. “It’s been in my wallet for a few years. It’s good for a few more months yet.”

I can't, this is just so cute and thoughtful, even in the heat of the moment 🥹

“Think it’d be upset if you rescheduled?” He asks, leaning forward to press a kiss just above your bare knee, then halfway up your thigh as he pulls up the fabric. “You said I could do this,” he places a wet kiss to your clit through your underwear before continuing to rise, “next time. So I was thinking I could pick up takeout and we could have ‘next time’ tonight?”

🥰🥰🥰

Underestimated

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x You/Reader/OFC

Summary: Being mistreated isn’t uncommon for a woman working in a male-dominated field, but Bob isn’t going to let it slide when he witnesses it happen to you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, military/mechanical inaccuracies (I’m assuming), misogyny, etc.

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For as long as you can remember, people (men) have underestimated you. Starting with your older brothers thinking you were an easy target, though they quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Next, your math teacher overlooked your intelligence because you were female. Your guidance counselor tried to persuade you away from the Navy after graduation because you weren’t tough enough for the military. The RDC laughed in your face the first day of boot camp, saying someone of your stature would never make it through; it sure felt good to see the smile fall from his face when you received ‘Outstanding’ marks in your physical readiness test.

But just because you were used to being underestimated; doesn’t mean it doesn’t get old.

It’s been two months since relocating to your hometown to be the lead aviation structural mechanic of North Island and none of the men you oversee have warmed up to you. The look of disappointment on your crew’s faces when you were introduced was obvious; your name was gender-neutral so they were counting on a male. You hadn’t expected them to befriend you, but you did expect respect; which was definitely lacking.

“A little help over here,” you call out, struggling to not lose your grip on the intake part you were trying to replace.

“Hello? Can someone help me?” You ask again a few minutes later, muscles trembling as it slides further off your shoulder. Not only would it hurt like a bitch if it lands on you, but it’s also not a cheap part if it bends or breaks.

“Equal pay for equal work, sweetheart. You can’t do the work yourself, you shouldn’t be here,” Jackson, the smug asshole, replies while the others chuckle in agreement.

“Fuck,” you grit out, trying not to panic as it begins to fall. But strong hands are helping you guide it into place. The same hands that have been on your mind since he dwarfed yours when he shook it on your first day.

Your attraction to the rest of him has only grown in the time since, along with your feelings; you adore his sweet, quiet demeanor. Natasha keeps telling you he feels the same way about you, but you haven’t built up the nerve yet to make a move.

“I’ll hold it here while you attach it,” Bob says softly near your ear. Your heart races as you do so, getting close enough that you can smell his signature leather and clean laundry scent.

Bob’s brows furrow as he watches your arms shake from the exertion. “How long were you holding this up?”

“About 5 minutes,” you reply, catching him shaking his head from the corner of your eye.

You’re done a moment later, sighing in relief when you put your arms down.

“Thanks,” you say as you set down your screwdriver and wipe your hands. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in his flight suit.

“No problem. Why didn’t you ask for help?” He asks as he wipes off his own.

“I did,” you sigh. “The boys here uh…aren’t too fond of me being their supervisor.”

“Why not?” He asks, perplexed.

“Because I’m a woman,” you reply with a shrug. “They don’t think I’m right for the job because I ask for help with lifting sometimes. Among other thing so I’m sure.”

His expression quickly turns angry.

“What’s up, Floyd?” Jackson says, smacking Bob on the shoulder. “If you need something worked on, you’re better off coming to me.”

“Why’s that?” Bob asks, shrugging his hand off and turning around.

“Come on, you know a woman’s place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant,” Jackson jokes.

But you’re not laughing. Neither is Bob.

“A woman’s place is wherever the hell she wants it to be, Jackson. I know you’re an idiot but I can’t believe you’re dumb enough to say something like that in front of me, but also your female commanding officer. I haven’t been impressed with the way you,” he stops and looks at the rest of the guys that have gathered around, “any of you have been treating her since she started but refusing to help her is going against direct orders. Not only could she have been injured, but the part she was holding costs more than a year’s salary for you.”

He steps closer to Jackson as he continues. “I’ll leave it up to her if she wants to report it, but if I ever see you disrespect her again, you’ll have to deal with me.”

You’re suddenly feeling hot and flustered as the crush you’ve been harboring intensifies as sweet, shy Bob defends your honor.

Jackson visibly gulps, nodding before he looks at you.

“Go home for the day,” you say with a glance at the clock before you begin to clean up your bay. “All of you are dismissed.”

“Look, I’m sorry-“ Jackson starts but you cut him off.

“Save it, Jackson,” you sigh. “I’m not going to report you, but I will if it happens again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies before scurrying away.

Bob follows you as you wash your hands in the sink, scrubbing the grease off. “Sorry, if I overstepped. I know you’re more than capable of standing up for yourself. I just can’t-“ he starts but you interrupt him as you dry your hands.

“You didn’t overstep. I appreciate it,” you assure him as you look over his shoulder to make sure everyone’s gone.

You take a step closer, bringing a hand up to play with the zipper of his flight suit.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull him to you for a kiss.

He freezes as your lips touch his, but only for a moment before he kisses you back; the tension that’s been building snapping in an instant.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he breathes as you kiss down his neck, groaning as you nip his collarbone.

“Me too,” you murmur against his neck before pulling back to take his hand. “Come on.”

You lead him to the parts room, unlocking the door and pushing him against it once closed, gasping into the kiss when you feel his thick erection pressing against your stomach.

He groans when your hand finds him next, palming him through his flight suit. You shiver before pulling down the zipper, wanting more of those delicious sounds.

“What are-oh God,” he sighs when you fall to your knees, flicking your tongue over the wet spot on his boxerbriefs to taste the precum.

“Wanna taste you,” you say, hands pausing by the waistband of his briefs. “Can I?”

You continue when he nods, gulping when his size is revealed to you. “So big,” you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lean forward to lick the precum beading.

“Fuck,” he whispers before his head falls back against the door with a thump and his hands fist at his sides when you suck him into your mouth.

You bring a hand up to stroke what can’t fit in your mouth and unzip your own coveralls with the other, slipping inside and between your legs to give yourself some relief. Your eyes fall close with a moan as you circle your clit.

“Oh-oh my God,” he gasps when you moan, his eyes zeroing in on what your hand is doing. “Are you touching yourself?”

Your eyes open and take in his wrecked expression before you hum around him.

“Ah…w-wait,” he pants, guiding you off him and to your feet. “I almost-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You smile as he spins you, pressing you to the door. You shiver as he leaves wet kisses down your neck and whimper when he sucks your nipple through the thin material of your sports bra.

“Next time,” you promise, stopping him as he starts to kneel. “Right now I want you inside me.”

He inhales sharply at your words and nods as he reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle as he puts it under the light while you slip your coveralls off.

“Making sure it’s not expired,” he replies with a chuckle. “It’s been in my wallet for a few years. It’s good for a few more months yet.”

“Good,” you reply, watching as he rolls it on.

You wrap your legs around his waist when he lifts you and lines himself up to your entrance.

Your mouth finds his as he pushes inside you, and you whimper at the sweet stretch.

“You feel like heaven” he whispers before trailing kisses to your shoulder as you adjust, withdrawing to push back in when you’re ready.

Now it’s your head that thunks against the door as he fucks into you at a steady pace, grunting softly into your neck with each deep thrust.

He pulls back to watch you through lust-heavy eyes as he wets his ring and pointer fingertips before sliding them between you to circle your clit. “Feel good?” He asks, voice husky.

“So good,” you moan, clenching around him as your release starts to build.

“Good,” he nods, “I want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Y-yes! Fuck, I’m close,” you whine, your hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

He leans in for another kiss and the change of the angle is all it takes for you to fall over the edge with a throaty moan.

Bob’s hips stutter and he fills the condom with a deep groan when you clench rhythmically around him.

He sets you down gently once you’ve caught your breath, making sure you’re steady on your feet before removing the condom. You pull your underwear back on while he zips up his suit.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks as he kneels, helping you step back into your uniform.

“I have a date with a load of laundry,” you joke. “Why, what’s up?”

“Think it’d be upset if you rescheduled?” He asks, leaning forward to press a kiss just above your bare knee, then halfway up your thigh as he pulls up the fabric. “You said I could do this,” he places a wet kiss to your clit through your underwear before continuing to rise, “next time. So I was thinking I could pick up takeout and we could have ‘next time’ tonight?”

“I like the way you think,” you reply with a smile, leading the way out of the hangar.

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A/N: Thank you @lexixstewart for the idea (again!) You have such good ideas! I hope you like it!

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs!

Sorry if you’re not a Bob girly, but I’ll add my taglist here:

@mamamaystbr

@its-the-pilot

@dizzybee03

@sweetwhispersofchaos

@shanimallina87

@blindedbythelightt

@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@mrsrobertfloyd5

@charmedkim

@k-k0129

@bellaireland1981

@hookslove1592

@amiets2

@nero4te

@eli2447

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@dempy

@angelbabyyy99

@buckysteveloki-me

@djs8891

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@mrsevans90

@littlezee80

@emma8895eb

@jessicab1991

@devil-angel-winchester

[daenysx]

I seriously love the vibes of all your sleepovers. Can I ask for modern!au where James Potter babies and comforts reader when she’s having a hard time? If not totally understand <3

James has big hands. Big, not so soft because the air is dry and he neglects applying hand cream, but always gentle. He's really good at putting on the right amount of pressure as he rubs wide circles on your back. You kind of want to melt here and never deal with anything else.

It's a bad day. More like a bad week. You can find reasons or maybe excuses if you try hard enough, but you don't want to. You feel beyond overwhelmed, so emotional but also so empty. Something disturbs your stomach, your legs get numb if you don't stretch them enough. Your body doesn't feel like it's yours and- that's too annoying to be true.

James is here. He always is. His fingers press on the tight spots on your back and you try to relax. It works, mostly. It works better when he kisses you.

"Can I get a kiss?" you ask him with a low voice. You know he tries to be cautious, not overbearing, just here for you. You don't mind asking for things.

"Of course," he says, cupping your cheek to get you closer. "You can have as many kisses as you want."

This is a good promise. You feel better, focusing on James' lips and controlling your breathing. His thumb gently circles on the skin of your neck, you sigh softly. He takes his time, cuddling up and holding you in his lap. A hand goes on your thigh to stroke the tight muscle.

"I feel better," you tell him. He never asks verbally, but you know he likes it when you let him know. Your fingers linger on his cheeks, he smiles broadly, the kind of sunshiny one you love seeing so much.

"Happy to hear that, angel girl," he kisses your neck sweetly. "Are you hungry? Maybe we can order something, Sirius was talking about a new place."

You shake your head. "Can we decide later?" Suddenly making the simplest decisions is hard.

"Sure," he agrees. "You know, actually I changed the coffee brand we always get. Do you wanna try it?"

"Hmm," it sounds good, you just don't think you can leave the bed.

"I can just make it really quick."

"I'm gonna come with you to kitchen," you tell him. "Just- 5 minutes later."

He laughs, and it's bright. He's so strong as he pulls you to his chest, hugging you so tight. "My sweetheart, did I tell you how much I love you today? You smell so good, I wish we could just stay like this forever."

"I love you." you say with your softest voice.

"I love you, I love you so much," he kisses his way on your neck, holding you in his lap so tight. "My sweetest angel, I love you so much."

You laugh, smiling so big as he kisses you again and again. He keeps holding you until you're ready to go to kitchen, you're on clouds, being in love with him feels so safe- you like being in his arms. You like being kissed so sweetly. You like how you can stop thinking, he's here and he thinks of everything when you can't.

starry girl sleepover ☆

[acknowledge-reigns]

Experimentation | Jhea x Reader (SMUT) 18+!

(Not my gif)

Description: Reader and Rhea have both had their eye on Jey Uso. They both finally get what they've been craving.

Requested by: @acute-crashout-jeyuso

Warnings: Petnames, honorifics, Mami/Daddy kink, D/s dynamics, teasing, threesome, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, praise, edging, begging, hair pulling, p in v, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating.

MDNI!!! 18+

My masterlist can be found here.

Rhea sits in the hotel room the two of you were sharing for the night looking at you with a sly smile on her face.

"I have a proposition for you, babygirl." she says, patting her lap.

You sit down on Rhea's lap, looking up at her with curiosity.

"What kind of proposition, Mami?" you asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Rhea wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer to her.

"I've noticed that you've been eyeing Jey Uso lately. And I know you've been curious about what it would be like to be with a man." she says, her tone teasing.

You blush slightly, knowing that she's caught you checking out Jey. Rhea had been your first, you'd never experienced sex with a man.

"I...I have been curious." you admit, looking down shyly.

Rhea lifts your chin up with her finger, making you look at her. "There's no need to be embarrassed, babygirl. I understand. That's why I've been thinking about letting you have some fun with Jey."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and a mix of excitement and nervousness washes over you.

"R-really? You'd let me do that?" you ask, your heart racing.

Rhea nods, her smile growing wider. "Yes, really. I trust Jey, and I trust you. I want you to be happy, and if being with him will make you happy, then I'm all for it."

You feel a rush of gratitude and affection for your girlfriend.

"Thank you, Mami. That means so much to me." you say, wrapping your arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

You pull back from the hug and look at Rhea with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Can I ask you something?"

Rhea raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your question.

"Of course, babygirl. You can ask me anything." she replies, her tone slightly playful.

"Are you... attracted to Jey?" you ask, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Rhea chuckles, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Is it that obvious?" she asks, her eyes glinting with amusement.

You nod, feeling a pang of jealousy but also a sense of excitement.

"Yeah, it is. I've seen the way you look at him." you admit, biting your lip.

Rhea leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I can't help it. He's so cute, funny, strong, and he has a certain... charm about him." she says, her eyes filled with desire.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Rhea talks about Jey.

"I can see why you're attracted to him. He's definitely easy on the eyes." you say, your mind already wandering to what it would be like to be with both of them.

Rhea grins, clearly pleased with herself.

"Actually, babygirl, I already talked to Jey about it." she says, her hand slowly moving up and down your thigh.

You gasp, surprised that she had already taken the initiative.

"And what did he say?" you ask, your heart racing even faster now.

Rhea's hand moves higher up your thigh, her touch sending shivers through your body.

"He said he's interested. He's been thinking about you too, you know. I could text him. He's in the room just down the hall." she says, her voice low and sultry.

You can feel yourself getting turned on by Rhea's words and her touch.

"R-really? He's been thinking about me?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Rhea nods, her hand now resting on your hip.

"Oh, yes. He's been thinking about how sexy you are. He can't stop talking about how much he wants to touch you." she says, her fingers tracing circles on your skin.

Rhea sends a quick text to Jey, and a few moments later, he knocks on the door to the hotel room.

Rhea calls out for him to come in, a sultry smile on her face.

Jey enters the room, closing the door behind him. He looks at you and Rhea, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Hey, ladies." he says, his voice deep and smooth.

Rhea pats the spot next to her on the bed, gesturing for Jey to sit down.

"Come here, Jey. We have something to discuss with you." she says, her hand still resting on your hip.

Jey walks over to the bed and sits down next to Rhea. He looks at you, his gaze roaming over your body.

"What's going on?" he asks, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Rhea leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap.

"We were just talking about you, Jey. And how attractive you are." she says, her arms wrapping around your waist.

Jey grins, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Oh really? You think I'm attractive, huh?" he says, scooting closer to you and Rhea.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as Jey moves closer. Rhea tightens her grip on you, her hands slowly starting to explore your body.

"Mhm. We think you're very attractive, Jey." she says, her lips grazing your ear.

Jey reaches out and gently strokes your cheek, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.

Rhea's hands start to wander under your shirt, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.

"We were wondering if you'd be interested in... joining us tonight." she whispers, her lips moving down to your neck.

Jey's eyes darken with lust as he watches Rhea kissing your neck.

"Joining you? In what way?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

Rhea pulls away from your neck and looks at Jey with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"In every way possible, Jey. We want you to be with us tonight, both of us." she says, her hands still exploring your body.

Jey's gaze flickers between you and Rhea, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his hand moving to your thigh.

Rhea nods, her eyes filled with determination.

"We're very sure, Jey. We both want you. We want to feel your hands on us. We've talked about it and fantasized for long enough." she says, her voice dripping with desire.

Jey moves even closer, his body now pressed against yours and Rhea's.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting this." he says, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.

Rhea grins and looks at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I think we have a bit of an idea, Jey." she says, her hand slipping under your skirt.

Jey's hand joins Rhea's under your skirt, both of them exploring your most sensitive areas.

"You're so wet already, babygirl." he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

Rhea chuckles and nibbles on your earlobe.

"She's always been a needy little thing." she says, her fingers teasing your entrance.

Jey's fingers join Rhea's, both of them working together to bring you pleasure.

"I can tell. She's squirming already." he says, his other hand moving to your chest.

Rhea looks up at Jey, a sly smile on her face.

"I think she wants more, Jey. She's craving it." she says, her fingers slipping inside you.

Jey chuckles and looks down at you, his eyes filled with dominance.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Mami and Daddy, babygirl?" he asks, his fingers still moving in and out of you now in sync with Rhea's.

You nod your head eagerly, your body trembling with need.

"Yes, daddy. I'll be a good girl for you and mami." you say, your voice shaky with desire.

Jey grins and looks at Rhea, both of them clearly pleased with your response.

"Good girl." he says, his hand moving to your chin and tilting your head up. "You're going to do everything we say, understand?"

"Yes, daddy. I understand." you repeat, your eyes locked on his.

Rhea leans in and whispers in your ear.

"You're such a good little slut, babygirl. We're going to have so much fun with you tonight."

Jey nods in agreement, his fingers still moving inside you.

"You're going to be our little plaything, babygirl. We're going to use you however we please." he says, his voice filled with authority.

Rhea's fingers start to move faster, her other hand gently squeezing your breast.

"And you're going to love every single second of it, aren't you?" she asks, her eyes filled with lust.

You can't help but moan in response, your body completely at their mercy.

Rhea's fingers suddenly stop, leaving you on the edge of climax.

"Beg for it, babygirl." she says, a smirk on her face.

Jey chuckles and removes his fingers from you as well, both of them watching you with amusement.

"Go on, babygirl. Beg us to let you cum." he says, his hand moving to your hair and gripping it tightly.

You whimper in frustration, your body aching for release.

"Please...please let me cum." you say, your voice filled with desperation.

Rhea grins and leans in to whisper in your ear again.

"Such a good girl, begging so nicely."

Jey tugs on your hair, pulling your head back.

"I think she deserves a reward, don't you think so, Mami?" he asks, looking at Rhea.

Rhea nods, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I think so too, Daddy. She's been such a good little subbie, it's only fair."

Jey looks down at you, a devilish glint in his eye.

"Alright, babygirl. You can cum."

As soon as Jey gives you permission, Rhea's fingers start moving again, her pace quick and relentless.

Jey holds you tightly, his grip on your hair firm as he watches you come undone.

You cry out in pleasure as you reach your climax, your body trembling and convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm.

Jey grins as he watches you come down from your high, his own arousal growing even stronger.

He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down on your back.

Rhea follows closely behind, climbing onto the bed next to you. She begins to undress herself, her eyes never leaving yours.

Jey quickly removes his own clothes, his body on full display for you to admire. He crawls onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with lust.

He leans down and kisses you passionately, his hands roaming over your body. Rhea lays down next to you, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

As Jey kisses you, he begins to slowly push himself inside you, his cock stretching you deliciously.

Rhea watches intently as Jey enters you, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Good girl. Look at you, taking daddy so well." she says, her voice filled with admiration.

Jey grunts in agreement, his hips slowly starting to move as he begins to thrust into you."You're such a good little cockslut, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

Rhea moves closer to you, her body pressed against yours. She starts to kiss and nibble on your neck, her hand moving down to tease your clit.

"Such a beautiful sight, watching you get fucked by daddy." she whispers in your ear.

Jey picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, his fingers digging into your skin.

"You feel so good, babygirl. You're so tight and wet for us." he growls, his eyes locked on yours.

"Go on, babygirl. Eat Mami's pussy while daddy fucks you." he says, his voice commanding.

Rhea moves up a bit, her legs straddling your head.

You eagerly obey, your tongue darting out to taste Rhea's wetness. She moans softly as you begin to pleasure her, her body trembling with desire.

Jey watches the two of you with a smirk on his face, his eyes filled with lust and pride.

"That's it, babygirl. Make Mami feel good while Daddy fucks this needy pussy." he says, his hands moving to your hips and gripping them tightly as he continues to thrust into you.

Rhea grabs your hair, holding you in place as she grinds against your mouth.

"Oh god, babygirl...you're so good at this." she moans, her body arching in pleasure.

Jey's thrusts become more forceful, his hips slamming into you with each movement. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, the sight of you eating out Rhea and the feeling of your tightness around him driving him wild.

Rhea's moans grow louder, her grip on your hair tightening as she nears her own climax.

"I'm close...don't stop, babygirl..." she pants, her body trembling with anticipation.

Jey grunts in response, his own orgasm fast approaching.

"I'm gonna cum soon too, babygirl. You're making daddy feel so good." he says, his voice strained.

Jey reaches down and starts to rub your clit, his fingers working in quick, firm circles.

"Cum for us, babygirl. Cum on daddy's cock." he commands, his eyes locked on yours.

The combination of Jey's touch and Rhea's moans sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

Rhea's body tenses as she reaches her climax, her legs shaking as she lets out a loud moan. She throws her head back, her grip on your hair loosening as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

Jey watches as you both cum, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Good girls..." he says, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, Jey buries himself inside you and lets out a loud groan as he reaches his own climax. He pumps his cum deep into you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

As Jey catches his breath, he pulls out of you and looks at Rhea.

"Come here, Mami." he says, beckoning her closer.

Rhea moves closer to Jey, her body still flushed from her orgasm. She looks at him with a mix of affection and desire.

"Yes, daddy?" she asks, her voice soft and submissive.

Jey smirks and cups her chin, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." he says, his eyes dark with lust.

Rhea obeys immediately, her lips parting as she opens her mouth. She looks up at Jey with anticipation, waiting for him to do whatever he wants.

Jey scoops up some of his cum that's leaking out of you and brings it to Rhea's mouth.

"Taste." he says, his voice low and commanding.

Rhea leans forward and takes his fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she licks up every drop of his cum. She moans softly, enjoying the taste of him mixed with you.

Jey watches her intently, his eyes filled with lust and satisfaction.

"Good girl... you love the taste of me and our babygirl, don't you?" he says, his hand moving to gently caress her cheek.

Rhea nods, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the moment. "I love it, daddy... I love everything about you and our babygirl." she whispers, her voice filled with devotion.

Jey smiles and pulls both you and Rhea into his arms, holding you both close.

He lays down on the bed, with you on one side and Rhea on the other. He wraps his arms around you both, pulling you close to his chest.

You snuggle into Jey's chest, feeling safe and loved in his strong embrace. Rhea cuddles up to him as well, her head resting on his shoulder.

Jey kisses the top of your head and then Rhea's forehead, his hands gently stroking your bodies.

The three of you lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. Jey continues to hold you both, his touch gentle and affectionate.

He breaks the silence after a few minutes.

"That was amazing..." he says, his voice filled with contentment.

You and Rhea nod in agreement, both of you still a bit breathless from the experience.

Rhea speaks up, her voice soft and sleepy. "Yeet".

[miange1]

donnie darko slightly pushing male reader into having their first time together?!? manipulating him until he craves it just as bad as him now

DONNIE DARKO

male reader, bottom reader, reader isn't a virgin he just hasn't had peen up his booty, manipulation, say gex, sum like that, nervousness, donnie doesn't know what he's doing either, anal sex, rough but soft, linkin park is so yummy, donnie is addicted to sex, persuading with actions rather than words, donnie does NOT know how to fuck but figures it out later

he was nervous, fidgeting the whole day and glancing at you much more often. he felt some sort of weight on his shoulders, he just needed to get it off and if he never told you what was the matter it would never happen would it?

"donnie." you looked over at him, your finger pressing at the TV remote to turn it down. "hm." he looked over at you, eyes roaming over your body by instinct. "don't 'hm' me. you've been creeping the shit outta me all day? you alright?"

he opened his mouth to say yes, but then closed it up again, changing his mind. he got closer to you, bed dipping in the area near you and his hand resting on your leg.

"you ever..fuck before?" you giggled a bit, mostly confused but amused as well. "yeah? of course ive–" he cut you off, "no, i mean." he moved himself closer towards you,

"have you been fucked before, like by another guy?" your heart started to speed up, your body tensing and it felt like it was getting hotter.

"..no?" donnies hands went to your legs, moving towards your thighs and squeezing them a bit. "do you want to?" he was expecting a yes, but he frowned seeing your head shake and your legs move towards your chest.

"donnie," your eyes looked like they were pitying him, looking at him as if he was in the wrong. but he wasn't? "why? why don't you want to— we're together so we have to!" his mind worked differently, and you knew that. he always wanted to get to the 'good stuff', and as messed up as it sounded he still loved you.

"please, i promise.." he went close to you again, hands pulling your ankles and spreading your legs. "it'll feel really good," he's never fucked another guy before, and most likely has never had sex before but he just needed to persuade you somehow.

"donnie, no. my answer is no." your words cut off with your own giggle as he kissed at your face multiple times, making you tell him that it tickled a bit.

then his lips would go lower, slowing his pace down as he kissed at your neck and making them more open mouthed to leave a mark.

"hey..hey, donnie—" you squirmed, hands to his chest to push him away but you just ended up gripping his shirt and wanting more "hm." his fingers went up your shirt, grazing your nipples having your body arch into his touch and whimper into his ear.

"stop..donnie," his pointer and middle finger squeezed the bud, your legs tightened around his hips as he did so. "can't..i can't.." he sounded just as desperate as you, moving his hands back down to your shirt to take it off and toss it some other place.

he let his body get on top of you more, your body sliding down all the way underneath him. he looked at you for a moment, taking it all in. this was really happening

his pace was slow at first, it hurt to him too because he didn't really know he had to use some sort of lubrication. as he had gotten used to it, he completely forgot to think about you.

he was thinking about you, but also wasn't.

"donnie..donnie— donnie!" he could hear you calling out his name, saw your fingers grip at the sheets for dear life as if you were gonna fall off the bed even though he had you by your waist.

"slow...down, oh god it hurts.." but it felt so good, the tears that went down your cheeks were tears of pleasure and your hole would twitch and clench around him and each time he felt it he just couldn't help but go faster and harder.

the headboard hit against the wall, and you prayed that no one was home to hear this because nothing was silent especially you. "feels so good..do you feel good? tell me it feels good." your head nodded, burrying yourself into the pillow cover.

"so good..donnie, don't stop." your words were becoming slurred, turning into mindless jumbles and moans. for a guy who's probably never even fucked a girl, shit he was real good.

it had you wondering how many times he must have thought of what he wanted to do to you.

"don't stop?" your pupils moved to the side, giving donnie a look. "okay.." he flipped you over back onto your back, wiping his forehead from the sweat that dripped.

"i won't stop, i promise." oh, of course he'd take that shit literally.

[irregularcollapse]

Something about your ‘limerance’ au has really stuck with me - all the little snippets you posted have me incredibly intrigued!

I think it’s the outsider POV to the Clegan relationship and how easily their dynamic can be misunderstood, because it’s truly only Gale and John who see each other clearly.

Would love another snippet if you’re still working on it, but otherwise just wanted to let you know that it is living in my head rent free (like all of your fics)!

I actually tried to work on this one the other day!! I got a bit self-conscious about it, but I still like the premise and every time I rewatch parts of MOTA with Curt in them, I’m reminded of how malleable an interpretation of his behaviour around the Buckies can be. I have particular thoughts about the bar scene (and it’s actually this scene that’s the basis for my ideas about past CurtBucky in ITIL).

But okay the limerance fic!! These are the first 500 words (under a cut), because I don’t actually know when I’m going to be finishing it:

The curveball is that this one is fucking blond.

Every other fuck-of-the-month that Bucky has brought round for as long as Curt’s known him—which is a long-ass time—has been a dark-haired slip of a thing. They’ve all without exception been brunette, sometimes curly, sometimes also with blue eyes, and it made good material for ribbing Bucky about his untold levels of narcissism. Curt would tease him, call his hookups The Other Bucky or Clone Kink instead of learning their actual name, and within a month they’d be gone anyway so it didn’t matter.

Then, a week or two later, there’d be another.

This one, though. This one is fucking blond, and though still not quite as tall as Bucky is definitely taller than Curt, and when he speaks he sounds like a cowboy and he moves with the ease of a dancer. They’re always pretty, of course they are, because Bucky has that face and that size and that powerful pull—pheromones, or something—but this one, well. It’s obscene, is what it is. People who go to book launch events aren’t supposed to look like that.

Bucky had asked if Curt wanted to go with him, that night. Curt remembers it, because it was a party at a bookstore for Bucky’s friend Alex and his first graphic novel, but Curt doesn’t know Alex and it honestly sounded like a bit of a drag, so he’d stayed in and played poker with his roommate’s buddies instead. It was only a couple days later, when Curt had asked Bucky if he wanted to grab a beer and see a movie, that Bucky had said, “Can’t. Got a date with a guy from the book party.”

And now, here he is: blond, and pouty-lipped, and golden-lashed, and angle-jawed; husky drawl and easy sprawl and legs long in his jeans. He had his arm spread over the back of a chair while Bucky got him a drink, and he leaves it there after Bucky sits down. The group has been talking around him, the way they’re used to talking around Bucky’s hookups (Curt had caught a raised eyebrow from Benny after they’d walked in together; he’s not the only one who thinks these things), and he hasn’t been making any effort to involve himself anyway. When Bucky sets the drink in front of him, his broad hand then drops to the guy’s thigh, spreading and squeezing. The smile he gives Bucky is a flicker. As Curt watches, Bucky leans in, and he can’t hear it over the noise of the bar from all the way across the table, but he swears that Bucky asks, “You okay?”

The guy smiles a bit wider then, nodding, and Curt’s tongue feels two sizes too big when Bucky smiles back and reaches up with his other hand to cup the guy’s chin. Maybe Curt only notices it because he’s looking, but it sends his ears buzzing when Bucky’s thumb rubs at that pink bottom lip, tracing the curve of it. Curt has never seen him do that before.

[betsj]

Slow

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅warnings: MDNI, female pov, pet names, hair pulling, choking, and it’s not rough sex i promise

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅summary: You and Sanji are laying in his quarters, just talking about things. As you lay on his chest, you look at his hands that were playing your fingers… biting your lip.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅i keep changing my layouts 😩

How can you explain the feeling you get when Sanji plays with your fingers? Or when he runs those fingers through your hair? Or, or—or where he holds your neck, not enough to hurt you but just enough to keep you soaked? Even when he’s afraid of hurting you with his own hands.

“Love?”

His calm voice took you out of your thoughts… looking up with your chin on his chest. “Hm?” His soft smile almost made you feel bad for thinking these explicit thoughts.

Sex isn’t unknown between you and Sanji. Y’all don’t have it every day but just enough to keep both of yall satisfied. Every time y’all have it, you’re blown away, same for him… but right now, your nasty thoughts make you wish the two of y’all did have it every day.

“Can we have sex?”

“Ye—wait, what?”

The question took Sanji by surprise… he’s usually the one to initiate it, so for you to upright ask was something new. Sanji’s eyes couldn’t choose a place to look on your face, just shocked by the question… now, Sanji is all up for sex but it’s usually when y’all are in the mood.

Sanji mumbled, “Yes?” Arching an eyebrow, not knowing if it was a question or an answer. Clearing his throat, “Of course love… if you want too.” Rolling your lips together and moving around, settling yourself on top of him, both thighs against his waist. “I want you to use your hands.” A crease appeared against his curly eyebrow. “Love-“ “Please, baby, I’m not asking you to hurt me, just soft tugs and choking.” Sanji sighed, knowing he can’t say no to you… and for you to ask him for such lewd things made his dick twitch.

Leaning down, catching his lips. It wasn’t a slovenly kiss, just soft and sweet.

“Love…” Humming in his mouth, pulling away, not realizing how hot you felt against his body. Sanji ran his fingers down the curve of your ass, then groping it softly. “I want you on all fours.” Y’all were whispering, even though y’all were inside his quarters, in bed which was away from the door.

Nodding slowly and moving around so Sanji could be behind you. He cursed to himself when he saw how breathtaking you were… “God, you are so gorgeous.”

Wearing one of his shirts, that dipped down to expose your panties.

“Let’s get ride of these.” Using both pointer fingers to pull the wet panties off. Sanji felt breathless. Your ass was high in the air, looking over your shoulder to watch as Sanji’s eyes glared at your wet sex.

Licking his fingers and running his middle and pointer down your pussy, bringing salvia off of it as he pulled his fingers away. “I’m going to finger you and then fuck you, okay?” Nodding into your forearm, whining, “Please.”

Sanji shoved his middle and ring finger deep inside of your pussy, taking his left hand to pull at your hair, so softly. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, feeling his strong finger abuse your g-spot. “Baby, m’close…” It was so embarrassing how fast he can make you cum. You just couldn’t help it! He was so skilled with his hands.

“Yeah?” He panted, loving the feel of how you clenched around his fingers. Letting go of your hair, moving it out of your face, “There’s that beautiful face.” Your whining got higher and panting became intense, you reached for his wrist, shaking your head “Wanna cum on you…” Sanji could bleed out of his nose right now if he wasn’t in this situation!

Dragging his fingers out, very slowly, rubbing your clit before taking his boxers off also keeping his shirt on. He gasped once he felt your wet, hand jerk him off… grinning, “How did I get so lucky?” Even if you were on all fours, you had to jerk him off. Sanji let out a moan and softly stopped you, saying “No more.”

Aligning his tip with your hole, pushing in. Both letting out a moan in unison… Sanji let out quiet moans while you bit your forearm, trying to be quiet. He chuckled once he was all the way inside of you… it died out when you murmured, “M’full.” His eyebrow twitched and he grabbed your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. Though you were looking at him upside down, you still could see the gleam in his eye, it was beautiful.

“Please move.”

“As you wish, princesses.”

It wasn’t fast but it was slow and hard. Sanji’s cock dragged out, making you moan and whine once it snaps back into you… “San-Sanji,” Closing your eyes, mouth hanging open, “Harder.” Sanji rolled his eyes in a playful manner, “I’m already fucking you hard… if I do more I worry you’ll be hurt, my love.”

He hated to admit that he loved the feeling you gulp against his hand.

“Please.” It was so soft, Sanji smiled and let go of your neck and grabbed your hair making both of y’all sit up. He didn’t speed up… just made his dick hit even deeper, abusing your cervix.

Gasping when he finally started abusing that spot that made your upper body fall, keep your ass up. “M’close, baby—baby…” Panting and Sanji whispered, “Cum on my cock.” Shaking your head and stiffening with one last hard and slow thrust. Sanji came after you, moaning into your ear…

Setting you down, letting you lay on your stomach, panting. “Lay with me, Sanji…” He smiled and slowly slid out of your pussy, laying down, fixing your shirt.

“I’ll clean you later.”

“Okay.”

sanjiii

[rhiannonsknife]

ough you will always be my favorite tumblr blog!! no one else could understand my thoughts and turn them into literary masterpieces like you

i've been thinking a little bit about roleplay with rhiannon... so buckle in, because this is gonna be wild, nasty, and filthy! which, what did you expect? it's rhiannon

i think she would love it if she acted like you were just a stranger that she'd set her eyes on earlier that night. you discuss it extensively beforehand, making sure that neither of you are uncomfortable. you're anything but, especially when she details all the things she wants to do to you

you go to a bar together but sit seperate, growing wetter as you watch her eye you up from across the room. it's not until you leave that you feel someone starting to follow you, just behind you but always out of sight

it's not until she pins you to the wall with her knife against your neck, that familiar crazed glint in her eye that you always see when she comes home from a kill. shes snaking her hands down the hem of your jeans, telling you about how you should probably stay quiet and who are you to say no? she's also whispering that she'll kill anyone that sees you, sparing glances towards the entrance of the alleyway before turning back to you and giving you a wicked smile

or, or, her holding the knife to your face as you eat her out!! with every lap of your tongue, her hand shakes, the knife barely doing anything to reinforce your behavior as you're already drunk on her pussy and the way she's falling apart above you

-🪐

3 months later and i’m finally finishing this draft…needless to say: nsfw content. mdni.

the plan was simple. simple and hers, of course. you'd discussed it at length earlier in the week, mapping out every possible detail.

rhiannon made sure you were comfortable, made sure you knew exactly what to expect (as much as you could expect from her, anyway): every look, every touch, every word. you knew what you were stepping into when you slipped on your dress and let rhiannon guide you out of the house earlier that night.

it starts at the bar.

you arrive but you don't enter or sit together. instead, you take a stool near the far end of the room, pretending not to notice rhiannon when she walks in a few minutes later.

you can feel her eyes on you almost immediately, dragging over you with that familiar hunger. she's already decided you're hers for the night, claiming you.

you sip your drink, forcing yourself to play along, though the tension coiling in your stomach makes it hard to focus on anything but her. not even 5 minutes in and you already feel like breaking character. rhiannon, on the other hand, is playing her part to perfection: she’s lounging at the corner of the bar, her legs crossed, her eyes scanning the crowd but never without occasionally flickering in your direction.

even from across the room, you can feel her gaze like a physical weight. the way she holds herself doesn’t give her away, yet you can see it in her eyes that she wants you too. you can't help but squirm, your pulse quickening as you wonder just how long she'll make you wait.

it feels like an eternity before you finally leave, the anticipation thrumming through your veins as you step out into the cool night air. it’s refreshing, after the pressing heat of the packed bar and the exponentially growing discomfort of your own wetness between your thighs.

you start walking then, the click of your shoes echoing on the pavement, your heart pounding harder with every step.

you quicken your pace when you hear the faint sound of footsteps just behind you. close enough to let you know you're not alone, but far enough to stay out of sight.

your nerves start buzzing with anticipation. the footsteps match your rhythm, never letting up, yet when you glance over your shoulder, you see nothing, the street stretching out empty under the dim glow of streetlights.

you know it's rhiannon, but the thrill of not knowing when she'll strike sends your pulse racing.

you turn down an alleyway, and that's when it happens: fingers close around your wrist firmly, spinning you around before you can react, and suddenly you're pinned to the cold brick.

rhiannon is on you before you can process what’s happening, her body caging you against the wall. one hand grips your wrist, pinning it beside your head, while the other holds a knife. her knife. the blade catches faintly in the moonlight, glinting as she holds it mere inches from your throat.

if it wasn’t for how close she’s standing, you wouldn’t catch it at all, but there’s a shudder in her breath, her eyes wide as she watches the way the blade moves by the gentle force of her own hand.

rhiannon tilts her head, her eyes finally meeting yours.

"got you," she whispers under her breath. rhiannon’s free hand slips from your wrist to your hip, knowing you won’t run from her.

“i've been watching you,” rhiannon murmurs, trailing the side of your jaw with the knife. “the way you look at me when you think i'm not paying attention...it's almost like you wanted me to catch you, hm?”

she holds your gaze as she runs the flat of the knife up your legs, the fabric of your dress riding up to your waist. you shiver at the sensation of the cold metal against your bare flesh, then exhale into rhiannon’s open mouth when she presses it right against your clit through your underwear.

“fuck-“

her eyes widen ever so slightly, a breathless smile flashing over her features. she brings her free hand down between your legs as well, as if to make sure she’s feeling things right.

“you’re so wet” rhiannon whispers. “if i’d known you would like this so much…” now she’s the one struggling to stay in character, if just for a split second.

“god, do you have any idea what l've been thinking about? what i could do to you right here, right now?”

even through the haze of arousal, you’re still aware of your surroundings. if somebody were to walk by, they’d instantly spot you and rhiannon. her free hand reaches for your chin and jerks your head back in her direction, grip just tight enough to remind you of the power she holds, the power you willingly gave her.

“if anyone sees us,” rhiannon rasps, as if she’d been reading your mind, “i’ll make sure they regret it. i’d kill anyone who saw you like this” her lips brush against the shell of your ear as she whispers, “do you understand?”

her knife presses just a little harder, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you it’s there. simultaneously, rhiannon’s lips ghost over yours, soft and teasing, a stark contrast to the sharp blade in her hand.

eagerly, you nod your head.

“good,” she husks against your lips. “now get on your knees.”

you surprise even yourself with how fast you drop down to the ground before her, eagerly waiting for rhiannon to tell you what to do.

she keeps her eyes on you as she reaches to unbuckle her pants smoothly, pushing them down just past her knees. the sight that greets you is all the evidence you need that you’re not the only one affected by this: rhiannon is wet. impossibly wet. it might be the most turned on you’ve ever seen her, with slick sticking to her inner thigh, her underwear completely soaked through.

“what are you waiting for?” she asks, but the weapon in her hold is trembling.

that much, the order for you to put your mouth on her, you expect. yet, when you reach for her eagerly, the cold of metal pressing to your neck stops you midway.

“wait,” rhiannon instructs from above. you turn your gaze back up to her slowly, just as she drags the knife from your throat, up to your jaw, then carefully brushes it along your skin until she can force you to turn your whole face up at her with the blade against your chin.

“color?” she breathes, tilting her head as she waits.

“green.”

“good,” her knife stays in place, yet her other hand drops between her legs, causing you to nearly choke on a breath. your eyes drop and the blade’s press instantly becomes harder. “look at me.”

you gulp audibly, but do as you’re told.

“good-“ rhiannon begins, choking on a moan herself as she brushes her fingers over her clit. you can see it, a stolen glance when her head lulls back for a second; stiff and wet between her fingers as rhiannon rubs them back and forth. “fuck,”

obediently, though it’s hard, you keep your eyes on hers. you don’t even have to look to hear it when she pushes her fingers into herself. two, judging by the way her breath hitches. you know rhiannon’s body and the sounds she makes like the back of your hand; one finger wouldn’t be enough to draw any noise from her at this rate, three would’ve made her moan. so it’s two, it’s gotta be two.

rhiannon keeps this up for longer than you’d like: fucking herself right in front of you, pumping her fingers into her soaked cunt at a steady pace while she watches you with her knife against your skin, occasionally reminding you to keep looking at her when your hungry eyes drift lower.

only when her thighs start trembling and the hold on the weapon grows increasingly unsteady does she drop her arousal-stained fingers into your hair to harshly tuck you in.

“now,” she orders, moaning louder at the first touch of your tongue.

you hate that rhiannon has deprived you of this for so long, that she’s kept you waiting, only to use you for the very last moment. you whine pathetically at the first taste of her, sticking your tongue in deeper before closing your lips around her clit. she's still holding the knife, but you both know she doesn't need to: there's no way you'd stop now, too drunk on the taste of her pussy.

it doesn’t take her long to finish, though rhiannon reminds you of who’s in charge of her pleasure the moment you try to drag it out for longer than necessary: “don’t you dare,” she hisses, her white knuckle grip on the knife’s handle speaking for itself. “don’t you fucking dare!”

when rhiannon cums, her back arches from the brick wall and her mouth hangs open in a silent cry. she ruts against your tongue until she’s done, still letting out quiet sounds each time you brush your tongue against her throbbing clit.

she only drops her hand from the back of your head when she’s completely spent, her body shivering with the aftershocks of her release. the warmth of her skin is damp against yours, her breath still ragged as she leans against the wall for support.

“here,” she says breathlessly, holding out the knife to you. you instinctively reach out to take it, but before your fingers can graze the handle, she jerks her hand back with a sharp shake of her head. “not like that,”

confusion flickers through you, but it doesn’t take long to understand what she really wants. slowly, you part your lips, holding them open as her eyes gleam with approval.

“good,” rhiannon praises, clearly pleased, as she slides the knife between your front teeth. the cold metal rests against your lips, the weight of it oddly intimate. you stay perfectly still as she takes her time fixing her jeans. she tugs her zipper up, adjusts her waistband, and smooths down her shirt, all without breaking eye contact. when she’s satisfied, her hand brushes against your jaw as she retrieves the knife, her fingers grazing your skin in a fleeting but purposeful touch.

she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “run again.”

rhiannon steps back just enough to give you space. “let me chase you,” she murmurs, her fingers spinning the knife idly between her hands. “make me earn it.”

and though your heart pounds in your chest, the idea of running, of feeling her pursuit, her hunger, her power, makes you hesitate just a moment longer, savoring the anticipation.

— a/n: guys that last line feels so season 3 shauna coded….might have to write a separate shauna fic at some point…also i’m so sorry 🪐 anon, i had the first half of this saved in my drafts for 3 whole months 😭😭

[cordiallyb]

Restless | Wanda Maximoff

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Summary: Restless nights are grueling and irritating, especially when you're a light sleeper.

Contains: N/A.

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The fan hummed as the blades rotated round and round through the night. The humming, aside from the passing cars in the street far below the level of my apartment, were all that sounded. Cars sounded occasionally, their horns blaring in short bursts as those doing their three A.M. commutes or drives around the city, continued on with their night.

I lied on my back, my hands folded over my stomach as my eyes were shut, trying to slow my breathing in hopes that a slower rate would somehow make me fall asleep. I had read somewhere online once that lying on your back, slowing your breathing and then turning onto your right side and continuing with a slow breathing rate could help you fall asleep quicker.

I had been tossing for the last few hours, not able to fall asleep as whenever I did, I would wake up from a quick ten minute nap. The entire cycle repeated to what was now, three twenty in the morning.

I moved onto my right side, keeping my eyes shut as I was determined to sleep. Only, after being in this position for a couple of minutes did I become discouraged. I released a sharp breath through my nostrils, turning back onto my back as I hit my head onto my pillow a couple of times.

A hum of slight disturbance sounded from beside me, I turned to my left to see a sleeping Wanda lying on her right side. Her left hand lying in between us, palm down on the mattress as her red-orange hair was in slight disarray. Strands of her hair covering her forehead as other pieces were hanging off of her cheek.

I turned onto my left side, smiling softly to myself at the beautiful woman next to me. Her eyebrows creased as though she were focused on her dream, or even irritated with me for moving. I wasn't completely sure if she was awake but once her creased eyebrows started to release slowly, I knew she was asleep.

She was a heavy sleeper most nights. Unlike me, I was easily woken up by anything, be it a mumble from Wanda when she would sleep talk every once in a while, a shout from a pedestrian in the street, or even the sound of the air conditioner turning on, I was sensitive to sound. And though it was of course convenient, considering the line of work Wanda had, as just being in a relationship with her put me at risk... It was annoying on the daily when I just wanted a decent night of sleep like a normal human being.

Releasing a breath through my nose I slowly sat up in the bed, doing my best to not make too much noise with the comforter as I left from under the covers. In standing up from the bed, my head felt a bit dizzy momentarily from the movement I suppose, and my vision went black for a split second. I leaned to my right, hitting my nightstand with my thigh, causing the knick knacks on top of it to clatter a bit as they moved on the tabletop.

Wincing, I turned around to see if I'd woken Wanda, surely with that noise she had to have at least been stirred even in the slightest. But no, I released a breath I'd held in as now she was only turning onto her left, her back facing me.

Nodding to myself, I tiptoed the cold hardwood floors as I crept out of the room, and went over to the living room. The living room was the room you entered just as you left ours. It was also the first area space of the apartment you'd enter, once passing through the front door.

Our apartment wasn't too small but it wasn't grand either. Surprisingly, Wanda didn't want a larger apartment as she liked the compactness of the one we rented. I remember her saying that we didn't need a lot of space, and if we had more of it, "it would just encourage us to buy things we didn't need".

The place housed one bedroom, one bathroom, and a storage closet that was to the right when you exited our room. The entire floor plan was pretty much open concept, the only walls being from the side of the apartment which held our room, bathroom, and the storage room.

Our kitchen was small, but like the rest of the house, it was lively, as Wanda wanted to plant greenery in the apartment to add color, and that "feeling". She said, "I feel like it's...Happy. The plants, they show life, and life is supposed to be happy. We need happy," she shrugged to me as we stood in the garden center of some warehouse shop.

I remember it all so vividly. Smiling at her, I kissed the side of her head as I agreed. "Yeah, happy is good." Wanda smiled back at me, turning her attention to the plant in her hands as she asked about how it would look in the kitchen, stating we would definitely need another one so this houseplant wouldn't be lonely. Only then, we would need about twenty more as the last would need a plant-friend too (hence our greenery in the apartment).

While smiling fondly at the reminiscent memory, I went over to the couch, deciding on sleeping there for the night. I knew I would most likely continue moving around and figured, even if I don't sleep tonight, Wanda should be able to.

Lying down on my back, I planted the bottom of my foot on the cushion, my right leg lying across the couch as I rested my left forearm over my forehead. Releasing a breath as I shut my eyes once more, my mind finally coming blank as I slowly drifted into sleep.

This sleep didn't last long though as I felt something beside me. I opened my eyes to see a figure standing right beside the couch, immediately my heart raced as I sat upright, preparing to yell before I realized who it was. "My God, Wanda," I grabbed at my chest, "Nearly scared me to death."

My reaction didn't affect Wanda though, as she remained standing where she was, her blanket bundling her as her eyebrows were creased in a tired state of confusion. Shaking her head she asked me in a low and slightly groggy voice, "What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep," I answered, "I didn't wake you when I left did I? What time is it?" I asked, moving around to look for a clock or anything to tell the time only to find nothing as I was not in my room and did not have my phone.

Wanda said 'no', that I hadn't woken her, "It's four in the morning," she said, "I turned and didn't feel you there, just the blanket. That's when I," she covered her mouth with the blanket, releasing a long yawn, "When I woke up," she finished.

"Oh," I rubbed my face, releasing a yawn as I went on my back again, taking the same position as before, only not covering my forehead as Wanda was still talking to me.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because, just because I can't sleep doesn't mean," another yawn escaped my mouth, my eyes watered as the yawn left my mouth. "Doesn't mean you shouldn't either. Just go back to bed, I'm fine out here," I said.

Wanda stood there a moment not saying anything, and instead stood in silence, the crease of her brow indicating she was considering my words. I opened my mouth to tell her I would be okay in the living room, but she took off her blanket and began draping it over me.

"Wands," I started only to be cut off as Wanda instructed me to scoot, moving into my side as she lied on her left side and I now lied on my right.

"Wanda, there's no way you're comfortable," I said through a small laugh, her right arm draped over my waist as she used my body to scoot more into the sofa.

"Yes, I am," she grunted, pulling my right arm below her head as she used it as a pillow. In the process, she lifted and laid her head softly on my arm a few times, trying to find a spot that was more pleasant than the last. "See?" she asked as she settled. "So cozy," she exaggerated, nodding her head lightly.

She shut her eyes, releasing a content sigh as she seemed to be falling back into a sleep as peacefully as she appeared to be in the room before. Not opening her eyes, she lightly tapped my waist with her fingertips, "You're not going to be able to fall asleep if you don't shut your eyes, Y/L/N," she said in her sleepy voice, a slight raspiness coating it.

Releasing a small laugh, I moved my fingers through her hair as I swept the strands away from her forehead. Lightly brushing the pad of my thumb over her eyebrow, I felt the smile on my lips and didn't mind it being there. Typically when I held one while looking at her, she would tease me, or say or do something goofy to make me laugh which led to her laughing.

Part of me thinks that she does that to make herself smile or have 'reason' to, as I had noticed that she smiles after seeing me smile, almost like that was her automatic reaction.

Whenever I saw her, heard her voice or laugh, held her close, felt her hold me or anything that involved her being there...the smile just came with the immense feeling of gratitude and happiness that she filled me with. They were things that I was met with constantly and only because of her, she was my reason.

Moving the backs of my fingers over her cheek, I leaned my head closer to her before placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

A smile came to Wanda's lips as she kept her eyes closed, moving further into me as she rested her head under my chin. I held her close with my right arm, rubbing the top of her back soothingly, the refrigerator humming into the silent apartment as we lay on the couch.

The air conditioner turned on but it didn't bother me, instead I focused on what was happening in the now, feeling grateful for my home, my wonderful girlfriend, and though I wasn't able to fall asleep, I was thankful for Wanda for being patient with me when I couldn't sleep. Knowing it had to have been annoying to her to deal with at times as well, then I went on to thinking about her. Thinking about how much I loved this person in my arms.

Shutting my eyes, I smiled to myself, hugging Wanda with my arm.

"I love you too," Wanda murmured, her words causing my smile to grow even more than before. Leaning my head, I moved to place another kiss on top of hers, before shutting my eyes once more, finally drifting off to sleep.

[macgyvermedical]

Hello. I'm writing on a sci-fi thingy and my blorbo has to swallow a device that is supposed to stay in his stomach indefinitely and keep track of Things. My question is; can a human swallow an object big enough to NOT leave their stomach? Assuming that the object is round/oblong and made of a material that won't be dissolved by stomach acid? (Note: this is *supposed* to be uncomfortable for the blorbo, but not deadly). Thank you for sharing all your incredible knowledge with us, your blog is a lifesaver for writer's! Literally!

The problem with this is that something big enough to not leave the stomach is something big enough to block the exit of the stomach, which can be life threatening if not treated quickly.

Another option is a tracker injected into subcutaneous (under the skin) fat, such as on the abdomen, back of the arm, or outside of the thigh (always nice to make a whumpee cut something like this out).

It could also be surgically placed into an organ or in the sac that holds the abdominal organs (the peritoneum), but that does, of course, require surgery.

[umilily]

fucking mosquito had a feast on my leg last night

[lale-txt]

friends tell me lore about a tattoo of yours

[sketchyorsomething]

Is it just me or is the reason little girls want to do horseback riding the wish to go on a ride at sunset through the woods and at the sea with no one else around you but your horse?

Basically the wish to be independent with no one telling you what to do and to be free?

[muckmagister]

I’ve had only a bowl of noodles today and I’m not starving. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I should go for a walk to get hungry but it’s dark outside and there might be Bad Guys

you should consume fluids i think 👍 between all the states of matter fluids are my favourite to put in my body, and sometimes when i'm not feeling hungry it's cause i haven't drank enough fluids first

[kalashtars]

I hate having anxiety

[cloudwisp]

✮ sylus x wife!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.

part two here. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.