#and how buck gets let into each of these spaces so differently but fills each of them up and

[chronicowboy]

still caught up on the back door of it all. (yes i'n turning it into my own heavy handed evan buckley style metaphor so what?). buck getting a side of eddie no one else does, this open and vulnerable and heartbroken man who doesn't have to be anything but himself because he knows buck is safety and certainty and of course. buck being let in in a way no one else is, into the deepest and ugliest parts of eddie that he's tried to hide and polish and fix on his own for so long. eddie opening the door wide for him and being shocked when buck asks if he can come in because buck's the kind of person to knock eddie's door down to get to him, but also knowing that buck will always knock first as an i'm here, i'll be here before he pushes his way inside all of eddie's mess. and the back door opening into the kitchen, into the heart of the home generally, but absolutely the heart of their home, buck comes knocking and eddie lets him into his heart without hesitation, eddie lets him into his heart directly, no hallways to traverse through first, one step and buck's inside because when is he not nestled safely in eddie's heart?

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, my insane theory that I was waiting for the episode to see if I'm right or not. This is a lot more from the business side of things than something actually plot-related. But the thing is, about a year ago, at some point during the s6-7 hiatus, I made a post about how I thought the show had written themselves into a corner when it comes to buddie basically because the stakes are too high (the post is here but please keep in mind I wrote this before Buck bi and thinking about the way fox dealt with them, and we have since found out something was supposed to happen in s4 and they were censored by fox and we are not dealing with that anymore, I will explain my thought process here tho). But basically, I thought that they were not gonna do buddie because the expectations around buddie were too high, and it was easier to play with their tension forever than getting them together.

Because the thing is, we are talking about a six plus seasons queer slowburn that already has a lot in canon, between Chris, the well, the shooting, the lightning, the fact that they are best friend partners, there's a lot at stake and the correct lead up can make it seem as if buddie has been planned when watching the whole show. And since buddie is already insane, buddie in a romantic setting would have to exceed expectations. There's also the way that since Buck and Eddie work together and are partners on the field, they would have to acknowledge buddie every episode they were both in, something that is not true for madney or bathena, so that means that at some level they would have to be okay with the show being known as the buddie show at some level. The way that buddie has the potential to be the first relationship of its kind, a queer multiseason network slowburn, means that there will be people who will watch the show because of buddie. I know I joke about how buddie will make 911 go down in television history, but it is true, buddie will be placed next to big television love stories, people will teach classes on buddie in film school, so they need to be okay with that focus on the relationship existing and potentially being the thing people talk about when thinking about the show. With season 6 knowledge, I thought that at best they would have buddie kiss in the last 10 minutes of the series finale just to say they did it because I did not believe that they would want to be forced to write buddie into every episode and deal with the external focus on them. Now, knowing that fox blocked Buck bi and with the way they didn't even let Oliver and Ryan stand next to each other, I believe fox was never gonna let buddie be what they could be.

We have different rules now. My thing there is the way that they would have to deal with the external focus on them and to acknowledge buddie every episode, right? Well, they set Oliver and Ryan lose last season, including paired, and they let them say all sorts of things, the I love you to the core, buddie wedding season 10, giving the people what they want, there's no competition for Eddie, Buck fills the space Shannon was support to have, every interview Oliver, Ryan or Tim do mentions buddie, so they clearly don't care if people discover the show through buddie, they seem to be leaning into it even. For example, the first video we got for s8 was a ryliver video. So that part is covered, they are fine with it. So that leaves us with the acknowledging buddie every episode. They are doing that. I think everyone knows I'm doing the buddie supercuts by now (if not you can find the ones that are done here), but I wrote a meta about this, something that happened in s7 that was not true in the previous seasons is the fact that buddie has at least one moment every single episode, 1 we had the whole partnership/co-parent thing, 2 we had the thing at the locker room, 3 we had them finishing each other sentences while moving around each other during the rescue, 4 and 5 I don't even need to say it, right, 6 we had the bachelor party, 7 we had the Buckley-Diaz family scene, 9 we had the kitchen scene, and 10 had all that partnership/co-parent thing again. So s7 proved that they don't care about writing buddie into every episode. 801 has a lot of buddie, my cut of the episode amounted to 11 minutes and 33 seconds, that's 27% of the episode, the only episode they have more than that is under pressure, which is saying something. 802 we also had some buddie squeezed in there even though the episode was about the plane. That was an Athena episode, but we still got buddie. So my whole thing with the post I made this morning was about the concept of them adding a buddie scene even though they started the episode physically separated. And Well, I'm gonna count this as my buddie shoutout. They were together on the plane, and we got that little look at the end.

I think, like Tim said in the interviews for s7, that they are trying to work a little buddie every episode because it is a core part of the show, and that is a way to get the audience used to having at least a little buddie every episode. And I think that's the biggest sign that something has shifted and buddie is cooking.

Anyway, yeah, that's the theory. If you read this I love you 🫶.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

[tmwcs]

Random Thought!

When I see this…

MDNI 18+ content below the line.

After the show, you were heading toward the back to meet up with said boyfriend, when all of a sudden at the end of the narrow corridor, in the dimmed hall is Jake, a member of a different band that rivals the one your boyfriend belongs to. You made sudden eye contact but snapped your gaze onto the floor as you fidget your fingers together and continue to walk forward, intending to walk past him. He leans against the wall, his face turns to the side as he watches you. Nothing is said, just the clips and clapping sound of the short heels of your boots echoes through the darkened space.

Just as you were parallel to his body, he grabs onto your waist. You snapped a shocked reaction but barely weee able to scream as he muffles your mouth and pushes you in a nearby closet space filled with spare chairs and tables.

“What the hell!? Get off me!”

He lets go, but doesn’t back away. Instead he smiles and chuckles. “Wasn’t on you….not yet at least.”

“Get away from me.”

“Why? Is big, bad boyfriend gonna come save you?”

You look at him angrily but suddenly felt yourself melting as you both stare into each others eyes. His smile wears off and he develops a look of passion and sincerity. His hands grab onto your waist…again. Only this time, you didn’t fight him off, you let him pull you closer. His palms slip and grab you under the shirt, and they felt warm, strong, and the subtle squeeze of his finger tips stirred you from the inside and out.

He pulls you in…closer…closer…and closer. His eyes were dark, rimmed with the heavy eyeliner as his black zip up hoodie and straight jeans added more into his bad-boy flare. He was a bad boy. Is a bad boy. But he wants to be your bad boy…only yours.

For quite some time, you caught him staring, smirking, making direct eye contact each time he flashes his abs when he fanned himself, yet this was the first time he made a move. He pulls you in until your breasts squeezes against his broadened chest, that’s when you whimpered out his name, all the while your thighs shake and your slit is pulsating with sexual rage.

“Jake….”

His hand shoots up and palms the back of your head and he runs you backwards, up against the opposite wall as he lifts your blouse above your breasts and exposed them to the cold air, but instantly warms them as he cups and massages them. One thing leads to another and before you know it, he’s inserting himself inside and pumping his length into you hard, fast, and deep. You wrap your limbs all around him, and he supports you as he suspends your body up in the air, with your back shifting against the wall. It didn’t help that you were ovulating, a moment in time that you were safe keeping for your boyfriend, after finally deciding you were ready to take things up the next level since you both had been dating for a couple of months. But it would so appear, Jake beat him to the punch.

“No…no please…ugh, don’t fuck me any more…please…I’m…I’m gonna cum…” you begged half-heartedly, not wanting him to stop, but at the same time, begging him made it that much more sinful…in a delightful way.

“Fuck you’re so wet…does boyfriend not know how to fuck you? Or did he just not get the chance to?” He smiles and buries his face into your throat.

Pumping and thrusting, he goes in deeper and deeper, his hoodie opening at the zipper front and your fingers drag down his stone hard abs. You looked down and watched as the raging muscles of his abdominal wall bucks up as he fucks you over and over and over again until finally….

“Shit I’m cumming!”

“Ugh! Oh my God!”

With him releasing and you gushing out, you both moan in delight and exhaust your breaths into each others mouths while you share tender kisses. Even after, he wouldn’t let you go, he kept holding you in place, making you keep his cock warm and wet as he nestled inside.

When all was said and done, and you were able to catch your breath, you realized the devastating truth of what you just did. You not only cheated on your boyfriend, but you let some other man take what should have been his, and let said man cum inside you…during your ovulating period. Just as if Jake was reading your thoughts, he chuckles.

“Don’t worry baby…” he playfully knuckles against your cheek and clicks his tongue. “If you decide to stay with boyfriend, you can tell him it’s his…after you let him…you know.”

You frowned your brows together and was about to angrily express your disdain towards his heartless words, but he spoke again.

“Or….if you decide you don’t want to be with him…we can keep going and make something pretty rad…you and I.”

Rubbing your belly, he kisses your forehead, indicating that he not only wants you, but delights in the thought of having children with you. A fast mover, but hey…when you see something you like, you go for it and “just don’t give a fuck”, as Jake would say.

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[whorety-k]

a song that I really like is bedroom hymns by florence + the machine, which I think would work quite well with lorgar. And even if you don’t write anything with it do listen to her songs cause they’re all utter bangers. I highly recommend them

I'm a simp for Florence + The Machine lovey, don't you worry. I have sang Sky Full Of Song outside in the middle of a storm as the gods intended.

you are SO right about bedroom hymns being perfect for Lorgar, so please let me indulge us all with this one

I hope you intended for this drabble to be NSFW because a song about sex guised as a religious metaphor has me thinking about religious sex. Please enjoy my shaky understanding of structured religion and my attempt at cramming as much blasphemous/religious language as possible.

(my own religion is not very structured so this was actually a fun learning experience)

Pairing: Lorgar Aurelian x wife!Reader

Song Inspiration: Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine [Youtube] [Spotify]

“Sweating out confessions / The undone and the divine / ‘Cause this is his body / This is his love / Such selfish prayers / and I can’t get enough.”

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, heavy religious tones and language, body worship

Word Count: 462

A feather-light kiss pressed to the inside of your calf causes you to give a full body shudder, and you feel your husband’s broad chest rumble with sweet laughter. 

“So sensitive,” Lorgar whispers, breathless. His amethyst eyes trail over the love bites he’s left between your thighs, full of veneration. Devoted fingertips examine the newest scripture: a crimson bloom situated within the curve of your hip. The way he spreads your pages wide and reveres your texts has you squirming and pleading his name like a mantra. 

A delicate finger runs through your folds, gathering your dripping essence before sinking in sinfully slow. A low moan bubbles in your chest, relieved at finally receiving stimulation after the teasing worship Lorgar has been lavishing your body with.

Lorgar lifts himself from between your legs to hover over you. A free hand tips your chin towards him, smiling when your eyes find his. He kisses away your sacrificial tears as his thumb begins to rub circles in your puffy clit, playing your body the way he knows drives you towards rapture.

Leaving you dripping with tender touches is promise.

Stretching you open on his fingers is liturgy.

Sinking his aching cock into your heat is sacrament. 

Lorgar moans reverence as your cunt parts around him, sucking him in.  “You’re perfect,” he breathes, relishing in the warmth of your smaller body. He aches to press his lips to yours as he worships at your altar, to confess his impure thoughts directly into the ears of his deity, but the size difference is too great. Instead, he finds absolution in the way your hips rock back to meet his languid thrusts, finds grace in each hitched breath or ragged whine. “So good,” Lorgar sighs, “so good…”

The keen that leaves your lips as you reach your peak drives him into religious ecstasy, rutting desperately into you when you clamp down around him. Ragged moans fill your ears, your husband’s thrusts becoming erratic before his hips give a final buck firmly into you– his final offering. Warmth pools within your belly as Lorgar’s cock throbs deep inside. The fluttering of your walls is a blessing as you milk him for all he’s worth, a close to your most sacred of rituals.

Lorgar shifts back to remove himself from you, and you beam up at your husband with a smile, admiring him with heavy eyelids. You’re quick to beckon him back down to cuddle with open arms. The sight causes Lorgar’s heart to swell, and he finds himself completely lost in you once again. His tiny little wife. His world. His stars. A goddess so willing to cleanse his soul and forgive his sins.

How can he be so condemning of himself when you invite him into your hallowed space like that?

[bidisasterevankinard]

tease tidbit tuesday! 🎸🎙️

Tagged by @heartbeatdiaz thank you love 💙💙💙

rule: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited, ig???

I shared part of it for sss but I needed to share part with Bobby cause his my fav here and I actually excited about this scene

more enemies to lovers au

“Let's get started. Buck, you're the first, play that tune that you showed me a few months ago,” Bobby points Buck to the instruments.  Buck goes to the guitar to play a melody that he started six months ago, but the text never came to him and he never finished it. Maybe someday.  He almost reaches the chorus, when the damn brown-eyed begins to sing and his as it was called "a wonderful angelic drawling voice that makes you think sinful things"(Buck literally read it in twitter once) fills the room. And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before They end the chorus and both are looking at each other shocked. Buck can admit lyrics are good and go with music fantastically. Well, he can admit it for himself, never to anyone else. “I wrote it after Shannon sent the divorce papers,” the only explanation Eddie gives to Bobby, and the old man nods.  Buck feels the urge to be a jerk and doesn’t stop himself. “Couldn't satisfy your wifey?” Eddie turns to him so quickly that Buck is sure his neck will hurt for weeks. Fires of anger and hatred are burning in brown eyes and Buck wants to pour more gasoline. But he doesn’t have a chance to add more. “Well, at least I got into the label not through the bed of one of the producers,” Eddie says with the smirk that Buck hates from the first day he found out about Eddie Diaz, it always makes him want to start a fight.  “I slept with Abby after joining the label. And I didn't know she was a producer,”  “Come on, you're with your story and you haven't whored your way here? How many pussies have you licked and dicks sucked to get there?”  Eddie continues and Buck abruptly gets up and in a few steps overcomes the space between them, standing so close to the brunette jerk, using all his height and size, trying to seem bigger and intimidating. Bobbie’s quiet but rather intimidating voice scares both. “Both shut up and in the corners,” he points to two different chairs in different corners of the studio.  “The lyrics and music are perfect together, so whether you like it or not, we are finishing it. And you better start being a team. Otherwise, both of you will fly out of the label with a scandal that no one will ever want to work with you. Now you both have to stick to each other as if you haven't drank water for days, and the second one is a fountain of pure delicious water. Is that clear?” “Clear,” they both say looking at Bobby like kicked puppies, but then send each other looks that can set someone on fire. “Buck, do you have more for music?”  Bobby looks at him and Buck just shakes his head in denial and slight shame. He had never had to sit for so long with a draft of one song. And moreover, only with a melody. There are no words at all to put his heart in them as much as music does it. “Eddie, more lyrics?”  The old man changes his attention to brown-eyed but Buck prefers to look at the guitar or he might say something again, and maybe Bobby is a good man, and with the patience of the saint, but he has his limits too, and Buck pushed them enough in the past that almost lost his place in the label. “Only three more lines in the start,” the voice of a jerk playing an angel says and Buck can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. Well, looks like they are going to work long together. “Ok, Eddie, give your lyrics to Buck to read. Buck, give Eddie notes to look and Eddie, try to play it. Maybe while you look at the project of the other one it will inspire something. Learn from each other a little. I will go and work in my office, only try to start another fight. I’m serious about ending your careers,” on that Bobby leaves them alone in the studio.

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[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hospital Flowers

Aurelia is an oc of mine that will be seen everywhere throughout different universes. Her last name will constantly change, but the character remains the same. Its easier for me to remember one character name than 20+.

TW: BLOOD, CAR ACCIDENT, ANGST (maybe???)

Nobody could've seen it coming. 

Aurelia was driving to the apartment she owned with Steve when it happened.

She had stopped by the tower to drop off a couple gifts for Natasha and Wanda, her chosen bridesmaids, on the way home from a meeting with the venue coordinator in Central Park.

The wedding wouldn't be for another year, but their venue needed to be secured several months in advance, just to ensure they'd have it for their set date. Though it was well known that an avengers wedding took precedence.

"I'll call you when I get home." She promised Nat, a playful grin on her face. It was the same one she always had when she was with her best friends. 

"We'll be making sure you get home." Wanda reminded Aurelia, hugging her tightly. 

Aurelia laughed. "I know. . . But I have to go now, Steve's cooking tonight and I promised I'd be home by seven."

"Fine, we'll talk to you later."

Natasha and Wanda finally let her walk out the door, watching as she got into her car. 

She pulled off into Park Avenue traffic and grabbed her phone from her passenger seat, dialing Steve's number. It rang three times before his voice filled the inside of her car. 

"Hey, Sweetheart." 

"Hey, you. How was your day?" Aurelia questioned.

"It was good, yeah, Buck and I went to the farmers market up the street and he spent most of his pocket money on homemade candles." The smile in his voice was evident as Aurelia laughed softly. 

"How many did he get?"

"Five, one of each scent they had available." 

"I don't blame him," Aurelia admitted. "Candles liven up the space, you know?"

"Yeah they do. So, how was your day?" Steve questioned. 

Aurelia heard shuffling on the other end and the familiar sound of their dogs leash being taken off of the hook. 

"It was good. I met with Danielle, our venue coordinator, and she ensured we would have the venue completely booked for ourselves, October 31st of next year. Once the meeting was over, I stopped by the tower to give something to my loyal bridesmaids and to say hi to everyone. . . I actually called to let you know I'd be home in just about an hour, maybe less."

"Alright, well I have to go make sure dinner doesn't burn. . . Be safe, Sweetheart. I love you."

"I will. I love you too, Captain. See you soon." The call ended and she was plunged into silence. 

She drove along in silence, taking her usual route to the Brooklyn Bridge. 

Aurelia was crossing the intersection at Bowery and East Houston Street when it happened. 

A van ran the red light and full on collided with the passenger side. She couldn't react fast enough. The force of the van flipped the car twice and pushed her into oncoming traffic where she was hit again.

Glass was surrounding her, blood oozing from cuts on her face, neck, chest, and arms where glass had scraped her or forcefully entered her body from impact. Her ears were ringing from her head hitting the window moments before it shattered.

She felt like she was under water and couldn't breathe. Everything was blurry. She couldn't move. Everything hurt. It was far beyond any pain she had experienced in her past six years as an avenger. 

Then the world went silent just as the sound of distant sirens met her ears and her blood ran cold. The lights seemed to turn off. Nobody was home. 

Natasha burst into the two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. The red rimmed eyes and the look on her face was enough to pause any potential lecture from Steve on the art of privacy. 

"Steve, you need to come with me right now." She said firmly. 

"We're waiting on Aurelia, I can't leave. She's supposed to be here any minute." 

"Steve. . . She's not coming. You need to come with me, and I'll tell you everything I know. . . You come too Barnes."

Both men looked at the cooling lasagna on the stove before grabbing their coats off the hook by the door. 

Natasha led them to the roof, where a quinjet was waiting for them. "Go, hurry." She told Clint the moment the ramp was closed behind them. 

"What happened?" Steve questioned, taking the empty seat beside Wanda. She had her head resting on Sam's shoulder, it was an unlikely sight. 

"There was an accident. . . Aurelia was in an accident. Friday alerted us at the tower as soon as she detected the first collision. . . Tony got down there just in time for the police and EMTs to arrive. He called and told us to get to you."

"Does May know?" Bucky questioned, sitting down in disbelief. 

"I don't know, maybe? If Tony hasn't called her yet, I bet he will." Natasha responded. 

"Is Aurelia going to be okay?" Steve asked, trying to hide his feelings behind the Captain. Unfortunately for him, Natasha could see right through him.

"I don't know. . ." She answered honestly. "She has to be okay, I mean, you're supposed to get married next year." 

"Yeah. . ." Steve trailed off, pacing at the back of the jet. 

When the jet landed in a park near the hospital, they saw two ambulances with flashing lights and sirens speeding to the hospital. 

The first one pulled in and before it could even come to a full stop, the doors were being swung open and a flurry of activity began. 

Tony jumped out behind the medics and wiped his face. 

The moment Steve saw him, he ran across the street ignoring Sam, Bucky, and Natasha calling out to him. 

"Where is she? Where are they taking her?" 

"Rogers, you need to listen to me."

"No, I need to see Aurelia. . . I need to know she's okay." Steve pushed past Tony but didn't get too far before his arm was grabbed. 

It was too late, though. He had already seen her and the several bandages littering her body. 

"They need to do some scans. . . Clearly something is wrong, her heart stopped beating twice on the way over here. . . They're taking her up for emergency surgery right now." 

"How are you so calm about this?"

"Steve—"

"No — Stark, how are you so calm about all of this? She almost died twice and you're acting like it's a normal day!"

"That's my daughter in there! My sweet baby girl is fighting for her life! Her life means more to me than my own, but forgive me for not wanting to cause a scene! You may be her fiancé, but I'm her dad. . . You could never love my daughter as much as I do, even if you fucking tried."

The two stared each other in the eyes, finally realizing how bad both of them looked. 

Steve was holding back tears, thinking he needed to be strong for everyone. 

Tony looked tired and worn out, but just like Natasha, his eyes were rimmed red and his face was puffy. 

Steve deflated, losing his defensive posture. He backed off and entered the hospital, soon followed by the few avengers that had time to be there for hours. 

Bruce called every hour, with no updates. He finally went to bed at midnight. 

Tony called May and she promised to come by in the morning with Peter. 

After eight hours, the only thing they knew was that Aurelia was out of surgery and should wake up soon.

Part 2

[humanrindswrites]

something new

summary: corey's girl wants him to be dominant

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light dom/sub, hair pulling, biting, finger sucking, safeword use, begging, unprotected sex, aftercare

word count: 2472 words

originally posted to ao3 december 27 2021

“Baby, I want to try something different,” she said to him from the door to his home studio, dressed in only his shirt and her panties. He looked up from his notepad and let his eyes trail over her body.

“Different like how?” he asked haltingly. He would never have called himself unadventurous, but he knew what he liked and what he didn’t like, and the same for her. She made her way across the floor to him and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Her mouth opened to speak but immediately snapped shut, embarrassed by what she wanted to say. “Hey, come on now, don’t get all shy on me. Tell me what you want.”

His palm stroked up and down her bare thigh, skirting dangerously close to her panty line, her skin tingling with each pass of his hand. She toyed with his hair as she watched him look at her expectantly, waiting for her answer. He wasn’t going to give her anything that she wanted unless she asked him to, this was no time for her to clam up.

“I want you to be a little more dominant with me,” she said quietly as if she was afraid someone else would hear their conversation.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, a tone of concern in his voice. 

“No, I don’t mean for you to hurt me, just boss me around, overstimulate me, that sort of thing.”

“Alright, just tell me if you don’t like something,” he said softly before kissing her temple lightly.

He could already feel himself growing hard just from the thought of being in total charge of her body. They were usually on an even playing field in the bedroom, sometimes with him being the more submissive one, but he couldn’t deny that being in charge excited him.

She shifted in his lap to straddle him, her clothed pussy brushing against him and drawing a soft groan from him. His lips met hers in a soft kiss as his hands travelled up her back, bunching up his shirt and exposing her soft skin, before he laced his fingers through her hair and pulled gently, making her whine against his mouth.

“Is this what you wanted?” he husked against her lips, swallowing her gasps.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips starting to buck against him of their own accord.

His free hand played with the hem of the shirt, his fingertips ghosting against her skin, goosebumps appearing on her skin.

“Take this off. Let me see you.”

He released his grip on her hair, stroking her scalp soothingly before moving his hand back to her hip to let her reveal her soft naked breasts to him. The old fabric slipped across her skin as she pulled it up and over her head, eager to feel his hands on her hot skin.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, in awe of her body on display to him. He leaned forward to place damp kisses on her neck as his hands trailed up her body to play with her breasts. “My pretty girl.”

His mouth slowly trailed down her neck to her collarbone, leaving her a writhing mess without touching her where she needed him most. He let his lips linger over her pulse for a few beats before baring his teeth and sinking them into her skin, sucking her flesh into his mouth just hard enough to leave a nice purple bruise. She cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling her inner muscles clench around nothing, eager to be filled.

His mouth never leaving her throat, he shifted forward in his chair, wrapped her legs tighter around him, and stood up with her in his arms before making his way to the bedroom.

Once there, he threw her down onto the bed and removed his own shirt before crawling on and sitting among the pillows, his back rested against the headboard. He spread his legs wide and patted the space between them.

“Come here and take your panties off,” he commanded, beckoning her to him. She looked at him through hooded eyes as she pulled her panties down her legs, letting them dangle off her foot and giving him a good view of her dripping pussy.

She took her seat between his legs, her back rested against his bare chest as she hooked her legs over his and angled her hips up. Her hand snaked up to play with his hair, one of his blond curls wrapped around her finger.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked him coyly. He leaned down to kiss her sweetly and stroked her face.

“You’ll see, just try to relax for me,” he said as he trailed his hands back down her body, one keeping her legs open while the other stroked the inside of her thighs, dancing dangerously close to her sopping pussy.

“Please, Corey,” she whined, squirming in his grasp.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?” he teased, his fingers tapping her clit lightly, her arousal sticking to his skin. “Here?”

“Yes, right there,” she moaned as her back arched. He reattached his mouth to her neck, his kisses ranging from soft touches to bites, littering her skin with more bruises as he played with her sensitive clit, his fingers sliding over her slick skin torturously slow.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered as he gathered her arousal on his fingers and brought them to his mouth to lick them clean. “You taste good, baby.”

She angled her face up to meet his mouth, her lips parted for him to slip his tongue inside, her taste still lingering on his mouth. She moaned into his kiss and relaxed her body into his more as he slid his hand up to her throat, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing just slightly. Her body went rigid and she broke the kiss.

“No,” she gasped against his mouth and circled her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away from her throat. “Not there.”

He soothed his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, trying to calm her down.

“Sorry, baby,” he said before kissing her sweetly again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered into his kiss. “You didn’t know.”

She moaned cutely when she felt his fingers on her pussy again, her inner muscles clenching and tightening, already so close to climaxing so soon.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” she whined as she squirmed in his arms.

“No, not yet,” he said, stopping his movements and moving his hand to her waist, stroking her side. She grabbed at his biceps as her body tingled, the fire in her pussy dying down the more she missed the feeling of his hands on her.

Once her breathing had evened out again, he ran his middle and ring fingers through her folds, slicking them up before pushing them inside her eager cunt. She hummed in pleasure as his fingers slid further into her, brushing up against her swollen sweet spot that he tapped a couple of times to gauge her reaction.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned in her ear, making her shiver. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

She whined his name as he started to steadily fuck her with his fingers, driving them into her wetness, hitting her sweet spot expertly and making her moan loudly, her voice bouncing off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

“You want me to make you cum?” he purred in her ear, his fingers slowing down slightly. She whimpered and bucked her hips in a pathetic attempt to get him to speed up. “You’re gonna have to beg for me, sweetheart.”

“Please make me cum, Corey,” she moaned, her voice already hoarse. “Please, please make me cum.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he said with a cruel chuckle. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so bad,” she said with a shuddering breath. “I want to cum on your fingers so hard, I want to cover your fingers, please, baby, let me cum.”

“Then cum for me,” he purred as he fucked her harder with his fingers. It didn’t take much for her orgasm to crash through her body, her cunt clamping down on his fingers as he curled his fingers, helping her to ride her orgasm out. A loud moan ripped its way out of her lungs as she tangled his hair in her fingers, her other hand squeezing his bicep as she spasmed and fought the urge to close her legs.

“Holy shit,” she panted as she tried to get her breath back. He pressed a soft kiss to her sweaty temple and gently pulled his soaking fingers out of her spent pussy.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear before stroking her bottom lip with his wet fingers. “Here, taste yourself.”

She took his fingers into her mouth and groaned when the taste of her arousal hit her tongue. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, cleaning them off and swallowing her sweet arousal, her cunt clenching again when she felt his cock twitch on her back.

He removed his fingers from her warm mouth and turned her around to sit in his lap, her wet cunt staining his grey sweatpants. Her hands shook as she raised them to cradle his face, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body as she kissed him.

“You feel okay?” he asked her, his palms running up and down her back. She smiled and nodded, words unnecessary. He was getting painfully hard and had to be inside her again. He needed to feel her tight pussy squeezing his cock, to hear her sweet moans again.

“Do you think you’ve got any more left in you?” he asked, already moving her body without waiting for an answer. She nodded and looked at him through hooded eyes, her lips parted as she breathed slowly, her breasts rising and falling. “Good. Lie on your stomach for me.”

She crawled out of his lap and took her position on the bed, resting her head on her folded arms and raising her hips just high enough for him to slide a pillow underneath her. She watched as he removed his clothes, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock standing proudly. He straddled her legs and gently stroked her back, relaxing her tightened muscles before he pushed her hair off her shoulders, exposing the nape of her neck to him. Leaning over her, he pressed a gentle kiss to her nape, his lips curving into a smile when he heard her gasp and felt her shiver.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, his voice low as he waited for her response. She turned her head to look at him, her hair obscuring half of her face as she opened her mouth to speak, nothing coming out. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Taking hold of her hip in one hand and his cock in the other, he slipped inside her tight cunt, her slick arousal allowing him to enter here with ease. He stilled once he was all the way in, her tightness squeezing him and making his head swim.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he breathed when he started to move, his length sliding in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot again. Her breathy moans were muffled by the blanket she was lying on, and that just wouldn’t do. 

He gathered her hair roughly in his fist and pulled her head up, groaning when the sudden movement made her gasp and her cunt tighten. His lips took their place over her pulse, kissing and biting softly, drawing more moans from her.

“Keep your head up, darling, I want to hear you,” he purred in her ear.

He fucked her harder and gripped her hips tighter, his hips crashing into her ass with delicious slapping sounds. A sharp pang of pleasure shot through his body when she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes large and pleading, wordlessly begging him to make her cum again and again until she couldn’t take any more.

“You getting close again?” She responded with a whine and bit her lip. “Me too. Tilt your hips for me, play with that clit.”

Her hand slid down and underneath her body to find her swollen clit, still sensitive and aching to be played with. She jumped slightly when her fingers made contact, swirling around the sensitive little button in time with his thrusts.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

“I can’t hear you, darling, you’ll have to be louder than that,” he teased.

“Please make me cum,” she pleaded louder.

“Still not loud enough.” He angled his hips to grind into her sweet spot.

“Please, baby, please make me cum.”

“Louder.”

“Please, Corey!” she all but yelled. “Please make me cum! Please, please, I want it.”

He leaned over her body, covering her with his own, and kissed behind her ear, making her shiver.

“Then cum for me,” he purred in her ear, holding back his moan.

Her body seized up immediately, her mouth hanging open silently before an ear-splitting moan ripped itself out of her lungs, leaving her breathless as her body shook and spasmed through her orgasm.

“That’s it, good girl,” he crooned, relaxing his grip on her hair and allowing her to flop back down on the bed while he chased after her, his own orgasm starting to catch up to him. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“Inside,” she breathed, her lungs completely spent. “Cum inside me.”

His thrusts sped up and became more forceful, his breath picking up and turning his small huffs and groans into full moans. Hips faltering, he pulled her up by her waist and held her body close to him, biting her shoulder and sucking harshly as he shot his warm cum into her, his body quivering with each pang of pleasure.

Both completely spent and exhausted, they both flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily before he pulled out of her, rolled off of her body and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her softly and ran his fingers up and down her back as she lazily kissed him back.

“You okay?” he whispered against her mouth. She nodded against him. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No, you were perfect, baby,” she breathed as she played with his hair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum so hard, maybe I should be in charge more often.”

“Maybe, but don’t forget, I like seeing you be a brat.”

[zenosanalytic]

Paintbrush, PlasGlue, and Holy Clippers: Sparse Marns: Part VII: Basing

The End!SO CLOSE to The End!! All that's left is to do SOMETHING with their bases and then varnish the minis to protect the paintjob!

Ok so TECHNICALLY, you really don't have to do anything to the base.

I mean I've never really been in the gaming part of the fandom as I said at the start, I only ever played by myself or with my sibs, so maybe some ppl would hassle you for leaving them with just your basic black+primer bases, but really: Who Cares? So What! If you didn't want to do anything with the bases you could just leave them as is, and if you wanted to do SOMETHING but not anything crazy, you could just paint them a uniform color: black, or grey, or a nice terrainy green or brown. Allot of folks do basically this:, painting the sides of the base brown and the tops green. Most mini-hobby companies also make "basing pastes" and terrain-paints meant to simulate particular terrain environments which you can apply with a brush and maybe schnazz up with a few licks of paint once they dry.

BUT! The point of all this was for me to practice skills, old and new, so I decided to do some flocking. "Flocking" just means "gluing terrain-like Stuff to your mini bases". SO! I went to the gamestore and bought some Army Painter flocking materials

Lots of folks call Basing Glue "PVA Glue", which is basic wood glue or Elmers to most USians, so Im assuming that's what that is: it certainly looks, smells, feels, and behaves like it. I used the lid from one of my water jars to hold the glue, and This Brush

to apply it.

The flock itself is some Paver's fill I had lying around, plus Army Painter's Brown Battlefield(a sort of gritty rubble-sand), Green Field, and Battlefield Rocks, which I found those tweezers I didn't like much from assembly to be PERFECT for manipulating, placing, and holding secure. The shrubbery is Army Painter's Highland Tufts which I LOVE! I LOVE THEIR TUFTS SOMUCH!! Seriously after I got done with the basing I immediately went out and bought, like, 3 more packs of different varieties. The Flocks cost ~$15 total and the glue was, I think, another 5 or so, so it was about 20 bucks. The Paver fill didn't really do a super great job which was unfortunate, but now I know sand isn't a great flocking material(at least: not how I used it. I'll get to that later).

Working one base at a time, I brushed the glue on, held it at a tilt, then sprinkled the gravel and sand down it, adjusting and turning to til I was satisfied with the coverage. Then I let it sit for 30 minutes to dry, held it vertical and gently tapped to knock loose any excess, and did that again with the grass, only applying it in patches where I thought grass would Look Neat, letting it dry for another 30 minutes. Here's how that looked

Swag!

Then I applied glue to the bottom of the rocks and stuck those wherever I thought a rock should live on the bases, letting dry for another 30 minutes, then did the same with the BEAUTIFUL Tufts My Beloveds uwu Here's how they looked after all that!

I love how this looks!

Unfortunately, the brown battlefield and green field flocking doesn't stay on so well X| This may be my fault: I might have not used enough glue. But, I decided to go looking for a way to lock it down and found some videos about "sealing" your flock to keep it from doing that, and decided to try covering the flock with a layer of VERY watered-down glue, to hold it in place, then decided to paint the wee skull on Sarge's helmet white, to stand out more. Here's how that looks

Oh: and once the flocking was dry, I painted the rim of each base in Mournfang Brown with a #2 brush, taking the time to fill in any empty spaces on the edge. I think it's fine, but it's definitely less charismatic than with the grass standing up all willy-nilly. When I went to get the tufts last time, I saw they also sold spray cans of "Terrain Sealer". Now, I KNOW this is for actual terrain pieces you build and paint, and for sealing gameboards you might create, but I figure that, with sufficient distance, it'd probably work well at sealing base-flock, too.

In general I think the flock-experiment went well, but I think I probably made a few mistakes in it. Next time I'll fully paint the bases in a ground-color before applying any flock, and I'll use a thicker layer of glue and see if that changes the stickability. Another option is to use the flock purely for texture and paint over it once it's dry. It's allot more work, and it requires prepping the basing substrate before you attach the minis and some VERY careful painting of said substrate at the finish, but most of the painting tutorials I've been watching lately do something like this, often using cheaply or freely available materials like sand, pebbles, and chopped up Ephemera instead of branded flocks. I could also use branded basing-pastes which, again, allot of video I watched prepping for this used. I'd like to give all those options a go sometime in the future just to see how it works out, though I worry about weight; one benefit of the Army Painter flocking is that it's pretty light and doesn't really impact the handling of the mini.

All that's left now is applying the varnish, going over my thoughts on the project, what I think I need to work on, and discussing my next one! Seeya then ^v^ ^v^

[rubykgrant]

(I don't remember if I mentioned this here before or not) One of my weird "it's like I'm watching a movie dreams" with a whole plot and everything (that doesn't always make sense, but whatever) was about this girl, who has been homeless for about 7 years. She has recently heard that a teacher she ad in college recently passed away, so she goes to visit his family, say good-bye, and such. While there, she hears about how difficult they all have it as well, and doesn't want to mention her situation (she knows they'd want to help her, but she would feel guilty when they ave their own problems).

She goes back to the place she's been staying, but a bunch of cops are there, hassling other homeless people. She grabs her backpack of belongings from a hiding place real quick, then moves on. She eventually comes to what she thinks is a recently constructed mall, and after looking around, she finds a garage entrance that leads to a big bathroom, where she sleeps for the night. The next day, she hears people moving around, finds a new spot to hide, and discovers this is actually a soon-to-be opened hotel resort. Sneaking around in the unfinished halls lets her get into different rooms, that have beds and bathrooms, so she moves from one to the other as each floor gets completed, and plans to leave when she runs out of space.

One night, some people some to stay as some kind of "pre-opening" event, and she realizes this will be the last evening she can hide here safely. At around 2 in the morning, she gets read to leave... and thinks about going into the rooms with people in them, taking some of their stuff and wallets, and maybe pawning anything valuable. She gets a tablecloth, and begins to fill it with things... then changes her mind. If she gets caught stealing, it'll be worse than trespassing, and she'd hate to accidentally take a necklace that belonged to somebody's grandmother, and it's worth 5 bucks, but has more sentimental value.

She actually goes and puts everything back... and in doing so, sees SOMEBODY ELSE sneaking around! A figure dressed in black with their face hidden hurries out of a room, and leaves through one of the back halls. The girl goes to look in that room, and discovers somebody tied up in a bathtub, fully clothed, and unconscious! She pulls them, up, helps get them breathing, and calls for help. After things settle down, it is revealed that the person in the tb was drugged with sleeping pills, then tied up in the water, left to drown. All the new security cameras were shut off an hour before this happened, so this was very much planned.

This is also how the girl learns that this hotel is owned and designed by a rich couple, who are pretty oblivious regarding HOW wealthy they actually are (pleasant and nice, but they are SO out of touch with reality. they live in a happy little bubble of money). They invited all their friends to visit the weekend before the hotel opened. Upon learning that a homeless girl has in fact been hiding here for a couple weeks, they react like they just realized being homeless is REAL. They aren't mad at all, and are very grateful she helped save their friend. They basically want to adopt her, but she's a little hesitant about that (she's 28, and also not a stray cat, thank you).

The only one who gives her a hard time is the guy who was hired as head of security; he's embarrassed he never noticed she was here, and horrified that somebody almost got killed on his watch. He also knows she ALMOST stole from one of the rooms, seeing the way a tablecloth has been moved. They clash a bit, but she turns out to be very helpful when talking about any strange clues regarding the back halls, and is able to help him figure out how to find the person who tried to kill the guest. This story was also like a non-fairytale modern version of Princess and the Pea, because the girl discovers a clue to the would-be murderer in her room, hidden under the bed she's been sleeping in. She's hesitant to bring it up, since the security is already suspicious of her, but he softens up, and believes her when she finally tells him the truth

And then I woke up, I don't know what the resolution was supposed to be

[workinthemorning]

"every single tommy scene showed how he is constantly on the outside of everything in bucks life" almost as though that's how dating works and you grow closer to everyone the more you get to know them and spend time with them in different situations.

"eddie finishes buck’s sentences and fills in the gaps in information that tommy somehow is missing" because buck and eddie have been friends for years and tommy and buck are newly dating.

"eddie finishes buck’s sentences and fills in the gaps in information that tommy somehow is missing" Tommy was sleeping on the sofa to keep an eye on buck who slept in the chair to protect his dislocated shoulder and let Buck ramble until it was time to sleep in order to heal.

"tommy is again taking the back seat and watching eddie fix buck up and try and reassure him" eddie is a trained medic. tommy isn't.

"tommy’s not in the group chat and we can see the longing to be included on his face" because he and buck have only been dating a few months.

"even in his last scene in the cemetery he is standing so far away from buck when they could have easily had them holding hands or even just standing right next to each other" tommy is there in support of buck even though he doesn't believe in the curse and he's giving him space to say his piece to Billy instead of crowding him.

"there were so many opportunities to assert tommy as a long term love interest but both the dialogue and the physicality of each scene showed just how much tommy is consistently on the edge, this episode made it a point to show us that" you are desperately looking for signs for things that just aren't there and so are twisting the narrative, which is fairly simple when all's said and done, to suit your needs

JUST ENJOY THE DAMNED SHOW FOR WHAT IT IS!

every single tommy scene showed how he is constantly on the outside of everything in bucks life

eddie finishes buck’s sentences and fills in the gaps in information that tommy somehow is missing

tommy doesn’t indulge buck’s research binge and doesn’t sleep in the same bed as him

tommy is again taking the back seat and watching eddie fix buck up and try and reassure him

tommy’s not in the group chat and we can see the longing to be included on his face

even in his last scene in the cemetery he is standing so far away from buck when they could have easily had them holding hands or even just standing right next to each other

there were so many opportunities to assert tommy as a long term love interest but both the dialogue and the physicality of each scene showed just how much tommy is consistently on the edge, this episode made it a point to show us that

[sheerfreesia007]

Us

Title: Us

Fandom: Any

Pairing: Any Male Character x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 851

Warnings: Smut, sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), implication of unfaithfulness

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author’s Notes: So I’ve been slowly working through a writer’s block. Just haven’t had the energy or drive to write. Have had plenty of ideas and thoughts on stories but no brain space to actually write. This was inspired by “Woman” by Harry Styles and can be any male character you’d like to imagine.

Gif Credit: @error404-username

You didn’t know how you had managed to wind back here in his bed, you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t come back here but you were always so helpless against his attention. Even now as his lips trailed lazily down your bare stomach your hands clenched in the bed sheets with anticipation. When you felt his hot breath against your slick folds you gasped sharply only to nearly come clean off the bed when his tongue swept across them. You keened loudly as his tongue gathered your arousal and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed deeply at your taste before suctioning his mouth around your core making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t like you with him. Couldn’t help myself making a claim on you.” he husked out to you and your mind grew fuzzy with his words. “I’m so selfish when it comes to you.” he gently chastised himself as his hands slid up from your ankles to your grip at your thighs and spread them wide for him to settle between. 

His lips trailed up and down your shaking thighs and his actions let you catch your breath and clear your mind a little. You knew that this was all it was going to be between the two of you, he would get jealous as you desperately tried to get over him only to gravitate back to him like a moth to a flame. You gasped loudly as your back arched off the bed as his finger slipped into you and his tongue circled your clit.

“You’re always so responsive to me. I can’t get enough of you sweetheart.” he husked out to you as his finger pumped in and out of you slowly. You writhed along the bed sheets with pleasure as you broke you apart piece by piece with his fingers and tongue. “I want you forever.” he confessed softly just as your orgasm slammed into you. Your cry of mindless pleasure filled the room while the party kept going on downstairs. “I want you to be mine and only mine.” he continued to confess as his body surged above your own lax one. He gazed down at you with adoring lustful eyes and you sucked in a breath sharply, he’d never looked at you like that before. Sure you’d seen his eyes full of lust for you but the soft adoring look that they held now was something different.

You reached upward and cupped his face in your palms as he held himself above you, his hips nestled between your splayed thighs and you bucked your hips up against his when you felt his hard cock notch at your entrance. His eyes danced from side to side tracing your face as he waited for you to speak up, he always knew when you had something to say.

“Then be only mine in return.” you pleaded softly to him as your eyes bore into his. You watched as his pupils dilated with your words and held your breath waiting for his response. “Only mine nobody else’s.” you insisted softly and he fell forward until his forehead grazed yours gently.

“Only yours, only mine. Us together.” he gasped out softly and you whimpered softly before tilting your head upwards and captured his lips. He shifted his hips and then surged forward sliding his cock inside of you as you cried out against his mouth. His pace was slow and deep as each thrust stole your breath from your lungs. You planted one foot on the bed and hooked your other around his hips as you followed his hips hungry for something harder and faster.

“Please.” you begged him softly as you felt the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten and coil in on itself. He gazed down at you with new sparkling eyes, you knew that this was different now between the two of you it wasn’t like all the other times you’d tumble in his bed. This was so much different and seemed almost permanent between the two of you. He groaned low in his throat and ducked his head down to plant his lips against your neck. His lips sucking a dark mark into your skin to proudly show off as his hips began to speed up as they moved with yours. His arms slid around lower back and lifted you into his lap as he slammed into you, your vision going blurry as your pleasure skyrocketed to astronomical heights.

“Only yours, only mine, us.” he whispered against the skin on your sternum as he buried himself inside of you and you screamed as bliss descended upon you. Your hands gripped his biceps tightly as your head flung back on the bed and your mouth fell open. Later on when you were back down on earth and not in orbit the two of you would define your relationship better but right now it was just the two of you.

“Us.” you gasped out as you felt him empty himself inside of you before your body slumped against the bed sated and tired.

[arcait]

at one with the silence // found peace in your violence

Vi likes to touch. Being touched is harder. 

She loves Cait so much. But with Vi, to love has always been to lose. 

18+ only, mdni. CaitVi.

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// Vi doesn’t know what’s happening the first time. 

She’s not sure what it is that’s different - Cait has done this for her before. But they’re still new, the two of them, they’re still figuring this whole caring a lot about each other thing out, and the sex has been what Vi has known and been comfortable. She gets Cait off, then does it again while touching herself. Or Vi will finish on Cait’s tongue, but then she’s immediately switching their positions so that it’s almost forgotten. 

Now it’s different. Vi is shaking under Cait - her thighs are quivering, her mouth is open and panting. Cait is smiling, looking at Vi with a sense of awe. She’s working her, long and elegant fingers buried in Vi’s cunt while her thumb is relentlessly pressing against Vi’s clit. Vi literally cannot see, all of her senses have been directed to her core, it’s all she knows, all she can focus on. It’s overbearing. Sounds are getting trapped in the back of Vi’s throat, her hips bucking as Cait tries to sooth her.

“Shh, shh, Violet, I’ve got you.” Cait murmurs. She looks at Vi, and seeing her tense brow, Cait quickly leans down to press a kiss to Vi’s clit, and it takes every single fucking ounce of self control for Vi not to cry out. “I know you’re close, I can feel it. Let go.” Cait curls her fingers, and it’s so good that Vi falls apart right there. She stifles a sob, screwing her eyes shut and arching her back as her orgasm rips through her. She feels it everywhere. Vi’s scalp tingles, her toes curl, and her nipples somehow feel like they harden even more. She’s biting her tongue so hard she tastes blood, but all she can think of is how good it is, how Cait has this power over her, how Cait is watching her with doe eyes from between Vi’s legs -

Vi covers her face after, hands splayed over her features. She can feel the scars on her lips on her calloused palm, the cool air hitting her wrecked pussy, and Cait’s weight settling next to her. It’s too much. Vi can’t face it. 

The lights are off, and it’s dark outside. Vi wonders if she can feign falling asleep so fast, if it will be easier to face Cait in the morning. She decides that’s what she’ll do, and Cait is gracious, wordlessly pressing a kiss to Vi’s shoulder and laying so that there is more than enough space between them. Vi catches her breath, finds her underwear and slips it on, and then she lays on her stomach with her face pressed into the pillow. Her eyes are heavy. 

She feels uneasy, but full. It scares her. Vi could get used to this. 

//

Vi is intimidating. It’s not like she doesn’t know, and it’s definitely not like she doesn’t try. She’s tough, and she’s mean. She’s strong too, anyone can tell when looking at her. Vi likes that. 

It’s easy to forget Cait is strong as well. Her muscles are longer, more relaxed, but they are far from being just for show. Vi is being reminded of that, painstakingly so, as Cait presses Vi’s hips down so she can press her tongue deeper inside of her. 

Vi is high off it, her top half being splayed over the table as Cait is on her knees and taking her fill. Their meal is abandoned, they’ve found something better, something more substantial, and Vi is feeling the same way she did a few weeks ago, like there’s nothing else except her pleasure and Cait doing her best to give it to Vi. Vi’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head, her nails digging into the wood of the edge of the table she grips it. All Vi wants is to bury her fingers in Cait’s soft hair, pull her closer and take her deeper, but she can’t. Cait is so far in - her tongue massaging Vi’s walls, her nose bumping Vi’s clit, but it’s not just that. Cait has burrowed herself in Vi’s head, made herself heavy in Vi’s chest. Vi carries Cait everywhere she goes, even when she doesn’t want to. It’s so much, Vi has never felt this way. She thinks about how open Cait is with her, how she’ll moan when Vi bites into her or smile when they’re out in public. Vi’s confused, she doesn’t know how she got to this place, when she gave Cait this pull on her. 

And Cait knows. She’s smiling and humming against Vi’s sex, teasing her, letting the effect she has on Vi go to her head. It makes Vi sick, because she likes it. She likes this so much.

“Violet,” Cait pulls away, and Vi bites down on her palm to keep from sobbing at her name on Cait’s lips and the sudden emptiness. “Darling, you can have this. You can.”

You don't get it, Vi thinks. I can let myself have it, but I don’t know how to let you give it to me.

Cait draws it out of her, the earth-shattering and devastating finish. Vi rides Cait’s face through it, soaking her and panting and writhing on the table. Vi feels like she’s imploding, her stomach is tight and her pussy is desperate and Cait is keeping her hips pressed firmly on the edge of the table, Vi is going to bruise, and it’s such a better mark than the ones she’s used to having -

This is the last time, Vi thinks to herself, boneless as Cait stands and gathers Vi into her arms. 

//

Sex used to be safe for Vi. It was one of the only things that didn’t need to be laced with meaning. In prison, a quick fuck was nothing more than exactly that: a way to get rid of an itch. Pressing one of the other girls against the wall of Vi’s cell as the guard she’d bribed turned the other way was as much a chore as showering or brushing her teeth was. 

It was a way to find some power, too. If anyone in prison made Vi cum, it was because she used them, and then returned the favor by fucking them so hard they couldn’t walk. Vi liked doing that, being in charge. Being in control. And some small part of her liked giving out that pleasure, too. Making other women feel nice. Vi was just never allowed to admit it. 

Taking what Caitlyn is so eager to provide is admitting that she has power over Vi. It's a concession that Vi wants her, that she has a weakness.

Worse, it means Caitlyn matters. She matters so much to Vi, it hurts. And yet, Vi likes it. She doesn’t understand. 

She grows a bit distant for a few days, unable to get the orgasms Cait has given her recently out of her head. She clenches her thighs together when Caitlyn’s shirt rides up from reaching for something, and Vi has to take care of herself in the shower because she won’t let Caitlyn touch her. Caitlyn notices - because she’s beautiful and perfect and so so smart, but she’s also the absolute best for Vi, so she doesn’t comment. 

Vi still wants to touch her. Of course she does. She just can’t handle being touched back, so late one night, Vi holds Cait’s back against her chest, her hands roaming, teasing, just like they did the first time the two of them go together months ago.

Vi’s hands are roaming over Cait’s body, she can feel the hard bone of Cait’s ribs under the stupid, prissy little chemise she’s wearing, and that means Vi can also feel as Cait’s breath speeds up as she gets excited -

It’s too real. Caitlyn’s little gasps, the wet spot growing on Vi’s underwear. Vi drops her hands, backing away and shaking her head. Cait turns around, looks at Vi confused, but not at all surprised, and it almost makes Vi seethe. 

“I’m tired, cupcake.” She says. And the thing is, with Vi, that’s not even a lie. 

//

Vi can’t keep away from Cait, and god, she does not fucking want to, so it happens again. She’s been out with Caitlyn all day, watching her smile at gross kids in the undercity, seeing how her lip looks pulled between her teeth when she’s focusing on reading a label from a street vendor. Vi’s kept her arm slung low over Caitlyn’s hip, protectively, and Cait’s been leaning into it. Happy.

Cait is excited for this to be happening again, even if nothing really outwardly changed. But Vi’s funk from a week or so ago seems to be forgotten, so the two pounce on each other as soon as they get back to their shared hideaway.

The second Cait kisses Vi, she knows there’s no going back. When Cait starts to make her fall apart, Vi stops her. 

It pains her to do so - mentally, physically, but mostly because she sees the horror and heartbreak on Cait’s face. It’s just that Vi can’t handle it. Caitlyn has her pressed against the wall, hand down her pants and fingers fit so well inside her. It feels like Cait has hollowed Vi, made a hole that only she can fill. Right now, they’re both in too deep, just in very, very different ways. 

“You’re so lovely, Violet,” Caitlyn is whispering in Vi’s ear. 

“Stop calling me that,” Vi’s words don’t match her actions. Vi’s hand is on the meat of Cait’s shoulder, stroking the nape of her neck. “It’s too… it’s too good.”

“But you deserve good,” Caitlyn’s fingers slow, their purpose now to comfort instead of coax. “You do.” Caitlyn kisses Vi’s jaw, and Vi cranes her neck so that Cait will kiss her there, too. “Is this good, too?” Caitlyn asks, sucking a mark onto Vi’s skin. She soothes the ache with a quick lick. “Or this?” Caitlyn takes one of Vi’s bruised hands, presses it on one of her breasts. Caitlyn’s shirt is thin enough that Vi can catch her nipple through it. Cait curls her fingers, slowly, gently, a sickly sweet gesture that somehow hurts more than any fight Vi has ever been in. 

“Cupcake, please…” Vi doesn’t finish her begging, because she doesn’t know what it is she’s begging Caitlyn for. Caitlyn fingers Vi slowly, kindly, whispering in her ear about how this is for her, Vi is so strong and she deserves this, she deserves good and happiness and -

When Caitlyn says love, Vi’s orgasm washes over her. It’s slow and warm, tingling in Vi’s lower belly. Love. That’s what she and Caitlyn have, Vi knows it, and it’s so -

“Stop.” Vi shoves Cait. She shoves her, pushing Cait away. It’s not hard, Vi is literally in the middle of finishing when she does it. She leans on the wall for support, panting, her shaking hands trying to button her pants. Vi blinks rapidly, trying to focus, trying to do anything useful. Her head snaps up. Caitlyn is standing a few feet away, watching. She looks defenseless - actually, she just doesn’t look like she always does. On high alert. Cait is relaxed, her hands hanging at her sides. Her fingers glint with Vi’s slick in the light. Vi screws her eyes shut. Cait doesn’t move towards her. 

“You’re crying, Violet.” 

“I’m not,” but then Vi realizes she is, that’s why her vision is blurry. Vi watches Cait, looks at her soft eyes, the gap between her teeth. She’s so open and willing, and Vi just isn’t. 

Vi feels like she’s going to vomit. She’s so satisfied, so full of Caitlyn lately that there isn’t room for anything else. She’s feeling so much right now, and her body needs to make space.

“Vi,” Cait breathes. “Tell me what you need, darling, I can’t -”

“I’m trying.” Vi interrupts, her voice mean and shaking. “Don’t you see?” Caitlyn blinks.

“Of course I do, Vi, I -” Vi shakes her head, running her hand through her hair. She pushes past Caitlyn, up the stairs and into the bathroom. She doesn’t know what to do once she gets there. Vi just stands, looking at her reflection. 

//

Vi meets Caitlyn in bed hours later. She doesn’t even know what time it is - way too late, or maybe too early at this point. It’s pitch black outside. Vi’s eyes have always been able to adjust to the dark quickly though, and she makes out Caitlyn’s form on her side of the bed. Vi swallows, then strips down to her underwear and crawls under the covers. Cait doesn’t say anything, but Vi knows she’s awake. 

“Hey, cupcake.” There’s a rasp to Vi’s voice. “Caitlyn,” Vi says softly. “I.. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Cait’s voice is muffled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“You didn’t.” Vi says firmly. “Not… not in any ways I didn’t want to be.” Caitlyn is quiet. 

“What do you want from me, Vi?” She asks after a moment. “What do you want for us?”

Us. Vi bites the inside of her cheek. 

“You’re so much,” She murmurs. Caitlyn doesn’t turn to face her. Vi reaches forward, drawing shapes into Caitlyn’s back. Caitlyn always wakes Vi up by tracing the tattoos on her neck, so it seems right to return the favor. Caitlyn tenses. 

Vi realizes her mistake. She knows Cait has grown up being too much: too much to handle, too eager, too spoiled. She swallows.

“To me,” Vi corrects herself. “You’re so much to me. I don’t - I don’t know how to handle it.” Vi wraps an arm around Caitlyn’s waist, hugging her tight. She hears Caitlyn sigh, then twist to face her. “You scare me, cupcake.”

“I scare you?” Cait scoffs, her fingers traveling over the muscle of Vi’s bicep. Vi lets out a breath, almost a laugh.

“You just… make me feel good. Really good. And I,” Cait cups Vi’s cheek, and Vi places her hand over the other girl’s. “I just can’t shake the feeling that we’ve got a time limit. That being around me is going to hurt you. I’ve never… I’ve never cared so much about someone, Caitlyn. And the way you make me feel is unlike anything else. The amount of power you have over me,” Vi pauses. Caitlyn stares wide-eyed. “It’s terrifying, Cait. What if you don’t want me someday? What if someone takes you from me?” Vi clutches Cait’s hand. “No one has made me feel the way you make me feel. If I get used to it, and then it all goes away, I don’t… I can’t even…”

“Oh, Violet.” Vi’s name is so familiar on Caitlyn’s lips, and it drives Vi’s point home. She melts into Caitlyn, her face pressed into Caitlyn’s breasts, and Cait scratches Vi’s scalp. Vi screws her eyes shut, lets out a breath. She’s been holding it in for months now. “I’m not going to leave you. Not by choice. I promise. Do you believe me?”

Vi does, actually. She believes everything Caitlyn has ever told her. 

“I want to leave you sometimes,” Vi admits. It feels shameful. She grips Cait’s hip, and Vi knows she’s going to leave angry bruises on Caitlyn’s nice skin. “It just… seems easier. That seems easier than losing you.” Caitlyn stills. 

“But is that worth not being happy at all?” She asks quietly. Vi shakes her head. I don’t know.

“I like us so much, Caitlyn.” Vi says. “Enough that I don’t know how to lose this. Or how to even prepare for that.”

“You don’t have to let what we have be defined by the possibility that it ends. Tell me, Vi, does that even make sense?” Cait hooks Vi’s chin, tilts it up so they stare at each other. She smiles sadly, brushing hair off of Vi’s forehead. Her thumb runs over the scar on Vi’s upper lip, and Vi’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “You have me, Vi. You just have to decide if you’ll take me or not.”

“Why am I even worth it to you?” Vi asks bitterly. “I’m a burden. I hurt everything I touch.” Vi thinks of her siblings, and flinches. “Everyone.”

“You’re wrong.” Caitlyn says, insistent. Her hold on Vi tightens protectively. “You’re worth anything to me, Vi. Someday, I will figure out how to show you. I promise.” Vi hides her face again.

“Don’t give up on me,” she says. “Okay, cupcake? Even when I want you to. Please.” Vi adds, and she’s finally found what she’s begging Caitlyn for. 

Vi feels a kiss on the top of her head, and a small sigh. 

“I won’t, Violet. Understand?”

Not yet. But Vi is starting to. 

[fourandmoreeyes]

-cracks open a soda.- My time to shine. It's been a while, so forgive me for being rusty.

"FUCK!" Lotus shouted when the loading platform shifted unexpectedly. They gripped the railing with one hand before swinging back to scowl at their team of operators. "They hiring clowns these days? Get the fuck outta here if you don't know what you're doing!"

Below them came a long, irritated sigh. "How in all of space and all of time did I get stuck with this loudmouth?"

Lotus turned their irritated glare down to the pilot on the ladder beneath them. "Shut it, Carnage. Or I'll shut it for you."

Carnage tilted their head back and met the furious glare with an unimpressed stare of their own. "Oooh. I'm shaking in my boots— Hurry up and climb already. My arms are getting tired."

There was one, two, a thousand different things Lotus could have said to that. But the mission was time-sensitive, and if they got started now, there was no guarantee they'd stop. So, they just sucked their teeth harshly instead and continued to climb up. As they ascended, a smooth voice echoed through the hangar.

ENDLESS PILOTS 1 AND 2 LOADING IN PORT 81.

The cockpit for the Endless combat model hissed opened. The panels unfurled and retracted into of the chest cavity to allow both pilots access. Lotus climbed in first and made their way into the top, front-facing seat. Carnage emerged a few seconds later and paused at the sight of their partner locking themself in. Lotus smirked at their displeasure. Carnage rolled their eyes and muttered something under their breath as they climbed into the cockpit as well.

Forced to take the bottom seat, Carnage rolled onto their back and stared up at Lotus' smug expression. "I refuse to look at you all flight if you're going to be like this."

"Tough shit. You don't really have a choice, huh?"

Don't rise to the bait, Carnage thought, and they angled their eyes away from Lotus as they ignored their partner's childish attitude.

They arched their back as a thick cable rolled against the ports along their spine. Several ridges and nodes rubbed against their back until the cable was able to slot in with the correct configuration. Carnage jerked again. Their expression pinched as each port was filled. Pain and pleasure echoed through their body, and they let out a breathy "Fuck..." as they eased their back down against the seat once again.

Lotus' eye twitched when they picked up that note of pleasure. And they were immediately caught off guard by how much that grabbed their attention. They cleared their throat, shoved their arms into the hydraulic cuffs, and then curled their fingers around the steering units. The cockpit gave a warning alarm before sealing shut and submerging them both in darkness.

"You ever fly with a partner before?" Carnage asked, their voice far too sensual for Lotus' liking.

"I don't need a partner. I'm better when I fly solo."

It was Carnage's turn to smirk now. "The Marshall don't seem to think so."

Lotus bucked at them as if to pounce, only to be cut off by the protective restraints under their chest and across their hips. Unable to stop themself, Carnage winked and then laughed softly when it only served to irritate Lotus further.

A holographic panel appeared between them. "Endless, checking in."

"Locked and loaded," Lotus replied, less than happy to have lost their opportunity to save face.

Carnage's fingers danced along the consoles underneath their arms as they seamlessly began the pre-flight routine. "Endless 2, ready to launch."

"Copy that. Neural sync countdown in three- two- one."

The holographic panel disappeared, and both pilots closed their eyes as the chamber dropped in temperature. Seconds later, the bioimmersion gel flooded in from every corner of the cockpit.

Carnage inhaled sharply through their nose as the gel covered their legs and soon consumed their arms and chest. Lotus shuddered from the cold and tightened their grip as they waited for the gel to cover them entirely. But where Carnage was prepared for what happened next, Lotus was not.

As a solo pilot, Lotus was used to the process that came with neural syncing. Thousands of nanomachines would draw out of their body and synchronise with the ones already inside of the mech. After being briefly overwhelmed by the mech's previous flights sessions, combat encounters, and updates, they'd be ready to fly.

But with a partner... There was so much more for their brain to process. There was so much more that their body had to endure. And the worst part about it was that they didn't hate a second of it.

As the gel began to overwhelm them, they felt the familiar tingle of nanomachines making their circuit. Their thoughts were forcibly emptied out as they accepted a new stream of information and sensations. The sensation of... a warm body pressed against their front. Of legs were embracing their hips and hands running along their flesh.

They felt lips against their own, breathing life into them so that they didn't suffocate in the gel. Long fingers stroked through their hair and pulled thick locks back so that they didn't tangle with the carbon cables. The pleasure was slow, and it filled every nerve in their body.

They gasped against those prying lips, tried to press closer against the body that ached for theirs and arched against their form. They bucked their hips and were met in kind. They heard the steady pace of their heart monitor slowly increase as they fell into the rhythm of Carnage's hips against their own. Being in the top seat left them with little options. Lead pilots were drivers; they were supposed to focus on what came ahead. They couldn't afford too many unnecessary movements—but Carnage wasn't beholden to such restrictions.

Or maybe it was just Lotus' inexperience coming to light, as they were soon pained to realise. Their surprise left them open to the feeling of Carnage digging and prying their mind open, leaving them raw and twitching and bared to a complete unification. Soon, the very essence of Carnage consumed Lotus entirely, leaving them awash in the afterglow of relentless, seemingly infinite ecstasy.

Lotus' back arched, and their hands tightly gripped around the steering units as they came back to themself. The Endless mech flared to life, and every facet of the cockpit began to glow through the gel. Lotus' floating vision found an anchor on the status window that opened in front of them.

ENDLESS PILOT NEURAL SYNC: 100%. COMPLETE

"Let's go," Carnage's voice echoed in Lotus' head, and they sounded completely unaffected.

"Wha..."

A laugh that Lotus felt in their chest. Though they were both physically still in their seats, Lotus felt a hand seal around the back of their neck, and Carnage's eyes met theirs.

"You should have let me drive," Carnage teased, and their lips quirked up in a smile. But they didn't give Lotus a moment to recover. Their eyes ducked down. They replaced the status window with an astral map and laid down the coordinates. "Launching in ten. Get ready."

Lotus mentally shook off their partner's touch—or at least they tried to—and they focused on the path in front of them. "Don't tell me what to do," they blustered before opening communications with the coordinators in the hangar. "Endless 1 and 2, live and ready to launch."

i think mech cockpits should be filled with goo

in universe explanation would be something like the goo is filled with nanomachines that interface with your nervous system or something

out of universe explanation is that i think t4t gay sex in a mech cockpit would be so much more fun if there was goo involved. it could even have the same texture and consistency as lube.

and then the mech boots up and both people in the cockpit get neuralinked and its like. super gay brain sex

[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

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EVEN COLDER

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda needs your help, and you can't deny her, no matter what.

Warning: Angst, cheating, cursing, major character death, sad dog things

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: This is the first fic I ever wrote!

For Charlotte, who cried when she read it, told me to release it, and posted this for me (and who is also very much not a brat). Ps: VERY much is. The biggest one i know, right with Desi on her side.

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You walk into the house, shaking the rest of the clean, fresh white snow off your shoulders. Groceries land from your hand with a thud on the floor, spilling the contents. You couldn't care less about it now. The tips of your fingers are fighting with the aching cold, your whole body is covered in goosebumps, shivering with the hope of getting warm as fast as you can. 

Moving further into the house, you leave the trail of wet clothes behind. The smell of wood and incense sticks invade your nose and calm you down. Making your way into the closet, you take out the set of clean, dry clothes and put them on. After covering your shoulders with your favourite wool jumper, you can feel the life is slowly coming back to your limbs. 

Walking to the city felt like a whole different adventure with this kind of weather. It surprised you. The snow storm on your way back wasn't gentle for you. It wasn't gentle for anyone, but you living three miles into the woods made it twice harder. 

With still shivering hands, you get the groceries into the kitchen and put them away. The cabinets are filled up with food supplies for the next four weeks, a meal is getting warmed up for you on the stove, the thirty-year-old whisky finds its way out of the bar to warm up your lungs and throat. You put your music on, making the place more to your liking. You start to like quietude after moving into this cabin, but sometimes it gets too overwhelming for you.

The food is nicely served in a deep plate, along with the meal for your sleeping friend. You sit on the sofa next to your wolfhound, who just woke up feeling your presence next to him. The smell of his favourite food is enough for him to give you the whole couch space. You don't complain when the big ball of black fur leaves. You both became friends when you moved in after you saved him from a snare. It was a hard start, but he gave you a credit of trust which made the two of you lone wolves at least having each other. "Dig in Buck" you say to him, letting both of you get lost in the taste. 

The routine of your days is what still keeps you sane in this “forgotten by the world” place. You wake up, go for a run with Buck and hit your training session. It doesn't really matter how the weather is, you never get sick, so you push yourself as hard as you can. Getting breakfast from your pantry and chopping up some wood for the fireplace are just some of the chores that you have to do every day. Today was exciting because you don't go to the city that often, trying to lie low, so sitting down listening to music with a glass of whisky is well deserved. 

Everything seems to go just like every other evening, but something feels off, you just can't pinpoint what it is. Is it the whistling wind or the cracking sounds of the movement from the tree branches outside? Your mind starts to question more about it. The more your brain thinks about it, the more sensitive your ears get with the sounds in your surrounding. Then you hear a vague sound of steps that rings an alarm in your mind. The low growling coming from Bucks from on the floor makes you sure about that. You finish your whisky in one go and set the glass down on the dark coffee table, grabbing the gun that is hidden underneath it. Taking your stance, your wolf dog follows your movement, taking his place by your side. With all the surrounding quiet, the music sounds too loud now, and it overlaps with the threatening sound coming from your dog as a warning, that whoever is outside the cabin should watch themselves. 

The jiggle of the door handle makes you reload your gun and point it right at it. You try to use your best judgment deciding whether you should shoot first then ask questions or find out first who that is and then shoot. You don't have enough time for that because the door burst open allowing the storm to come first, clouding your vision. All you can see is white snow and a dark presence following the cold inside, shutting the door behind them. You don't have enough time to react when you see Buck attacking the intruder without any hesitation. But the attack never comes, the dog now covered in red power surrounding him, stopping all his movement. Your breath hitch when you realize that's her.

"Buck leave," you give one command and that's all it takes for Wanda to let him go and watch as he is going back right by your side. You look right into her deep green eyes, getting lost for a second when you hold your breath, embracing yourself for the sound of her voice which is like your favourite melody. It seems like she can't take her eyes off of you, trying to look for any changes made by the time apart. The growling of your dog straightens your mind, allowing you to take your surroundings and understand what situation you are in. " What are you doing here?" you ask her with a cold tone that matches the weather outside as you lower your gun to your hip. " Freezing actually" She answers, taking you off guard with the lack of her accent. It's off and might take some time to get used to, but it suits her at the same time. She looks more mature, calmer, wiser, but her eyes didn't change one bit. " You can take the clothes from the bedroom, I'm going to make you some tea and start a fire" You proposed and did not leave any place for argument. You turn around when you hear her speak. " Thank you…. I-I actually wanted…" you cut her off, "later, change first and drink something warm" with that you point to the bedroom door and make your way into the kitchen.

You take care of the fireplace and heat some water up for her tea as she disappears behind bedroom doors. Buck seems to freeze with his protective stance. "It's okay buddy, come here," you call him over to the couch. The presence behind the doors makes you nervous, you play with the leftover ice in your glass, trying to figure out the reason she came here. The room slowly gets warmer and warmer, while the cracking of the fire pierces the silence. Loud noise coming from the kettle stops the river of your thoughts. Just as the smell of mint tea appears, Wanda enters the room.

 "It smells nice" she says, nervousness creeping at the back of her throat. "Are you warm now?" you ask coldly, she barely recognizes you. " Yes, thank you for the clothes and…" once again you cut her off, "Cut the bullshit Wanda. Why are you here? What do you want from me?" The loudness of your voice brings Buck to his feet. "Okay, first of all, can you take this wolf out of my face? He looks like he is ready to rip my throat out." She’s beginning to sound a little annoyed. "Yeah, sorry. I've heard that dogs are really similar to their owners." The comment caught her off guard. She moves closer and sits next to you. Your shoulders are touching, but you do not dare to look her in the eyes. "I missed you.'' The second you hear it, your blood starts to boil inside of you. You quickly stand up to avoid her gaze. "Bullshit! Fucking bullshit, Wanda. You had a whole year to miss me, and you didn't do anything." She followed you into the kitchen. "Of course I did, I do miss you all the time. You went away, and it was hard for all of us, but we missed you every single day.’’ That's it, you don't care about the outcome of the conversation any more. It's either getting your feelings out or getting someone killed. You turn to look at her with a speed and force that makes her stop in her tracks. You take a heavy step into her direction while she is backing up. "Excuse me? I went away? I WENT AWAY? Please tell me that you are kidding. We decided on moving here! Together! But you chose him. Even after he fucking died, it was still him. You went all feral with your mourning while the rest of us were trying to get the shit in the world back together!" All the words coming out of you like a venom. You see that spark in her eyes, she is about to get defensive, you know her like the back of your hand. But not today, you are not going to back down ever again. Not for her. "Is that what you think of me now? I lost my family, and you call me crazy?" Of course, the only thing that matters is her. This time it's her turn taking a step into your direction. "Your family? Natasha was your family, Tony was, fuck Wanda I was your family, and it was you who decided to leave all of us. You fucking left me the second I stopped being useful to you" The tears appear on both of your faces. "You knew where I was all this time, Wanda. And if not, then for God’s sake there is a thing called cellphone or a fucking telepathy in your case. So don't bullshit me with I miss you and tell me what the fuck do you want from me." It seems like she thinks for a second, trying to decide which route to choose. "Stephen needs help … There are some problems with the multiverse, and he needs our help to fix it." You smile with bitterness. "Was it that hard? Being honest for once? Yeah, I should get used to it by now." Her head is hanging low, the guilt setting on her shoulders. It was never spoken out loud. The way you felt about Wanda. She always knew, but hearing it now, seeing how hurt you are by what she did, really sets in her heart. "When and where do you need me?" The voice of confirmation makes the witch look up at you. "You are going to help?" Shock mixed with hope are written on her face. You look at her softer, hurt a little that she didn't know she can always count on you. You made sure to show it to her every single day, even when she left, you tried to find her, to let her know that you are still here. "I will always help you, Wanda …. I can't say no to you, and I hate myself for it. But I would die if something would happen to you." Her glossy eyes look at yours, she wants to step closer and take you in her arms. Wanda really missed you, but sometimes you need to see what you lost to realize how big of a hole it left. " We need to leave as fast as we can, it's urgent." You give her a nod and take your bag to start packing. Just as much as you might need, some clothes, weapons, some food and a trusty knife that was a present from Natasha. 

Giving you the time you need, Wanda went outside on the porch, seeing that the weather has cleared out. She hears you coming through the door with Buck and stands up to take your bag from you. "Let me help". You don't argue with her, handing her the duffle. Buck sits next to you with his collar in his mouth. You look at him, he is ready to go wherever you go, at any second, the trust you see in his eyes makes you cry. "Buddy, listen to me" you kneel down to his eye level. " You can't come with me. It's dangerous, and I need you to stay here, make sure that our home is protected, okay?" The way you speak to him makes Wanda cry. She doesn't really know why, but the way you speak to him makes her sad. God, she hates goodbyes. Buck seems to argue with you by putting his collar on your palm. "No, buddy, you can't go. Stay here. You are a strong one. Find a shelter in the house and food in the woods. Take care of yourself and of our home. I will be back soon." You put a kiss on his head and stand up, moving into the direction of the quinjet. 

Wanda steps inside with you, and you hear the movement behind you. Buck is trying to make his way after you, not letting you go. "NO, STAY HERE!" You yell at him through your tears, and the sound of your voice stops him in his tracks. "Wanda close the doors" you order her. " Y/n… maybe he can come with..." You can't back down, you know that he won't be safe with you. You close your eyes, trying to stay calm and repeat. "Wanda… close the door". With that, the doors are sealed and both of you start the plane to once again save the world. The silence is filling the space between you two, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. " If anything happens..." This time it's Wanda's turn to cut you off. " Stop. Nothing is going to happen,'' you chuckle slowly, ‘’we always say that, did you notice? If anything happens to me, I need you to come back for him. Promise me that." She looks at you, you don't look back at her. She owes you that. "Ipromise.’’ And that's the last thing that's said for the rest of the ride.

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The Sun is shining on the clear sky. The smell of the trees is incredible and nothing can beat it this time of the year. The birds are singing the melody, making the whole place more magical. The loud steps can be heard from a distance. The big, dark creature makes his way through the bushes, getting closer and closer to the noise of somebody opening the door of the cabin. He recognizes the smell from far away, and it makes him run even faster. As soon as he sees the entrance, his form gets defensive, and the low known growl can be heard. At first, he doesn’t recognize the person, but when he comes closer he can see clearly. 

Wanda hears before she sees him. She let the bag fall on the floor of the porch and made her way down the steps.  She kneels in front of him, looking straight in his eyes. Just now, she can see how similar his eyes are to yours. It makes her cry, breaking down in front of your home. He comes closer, questioningly looking at her. "I'm sorry… I am so sorry, Buck. I-I couldn't… I…" she can't get the words out, she can't say out loud that you are gone. That once again she lost someone she loved. She doesn't have to say anything more. He makes his way in front of her, nudging her hand with his head. The collar in her hand is the last thing he has left of you. Wanda slowly puts it at him and watches him take a couple steps back. Buck sits down and looks up in the sky, which only seems to make the witch cry harder. And then she hears it. The last lone wolf howling after you, singing the last song of your life. The quiet promise that he will find his way to you.