#bucks look so different now LMFAO

[milesworld96]

YOOOOO THEY JUST SHOWED THE YOUNG BUCKS FOR CODYS VIDEO PACKAGE, IK THEY WERE ALLOWED TO USE THEM FOR THE DOCUMENTARY BUT HOLY SHIT?????????? JUST SHOWING THEM ON LIVE TELEVISION WHAT

[magniloquent-raven]

I'm getting distracted from my current projects by someone else's post again someone tell me to stop going on tumblr while I have WIPs lmfao

@rosetterer this isn't EXACTLY what you posted about but it does get there in the end

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Twenty-four hours has never seemed like such an insurmountably long time.

Buck's had long shifts before, the boring ones when he'd stare at the alarms on the wall, willing them to go off—he can picture Maddie's disappointed scowl if she ever found out about that, but he swears he was only hoping for something small and harmless to break up the monotony—and the busy ones. Ones that leave his ears ringing with phantom sirens by the end. Those days only ever seem long in retrospect, when he's bone-tired and trying to remember all the names he asked for.

But now every shift seems to find new and shittier ways to be gruelling. Eddie's miserable and trying to act like he isn't. There's this weird, uncomfortable tension brewing between Hen and Chim. Ravi got himself transferred to B shift—probably to get away from Gerrard, and Buck can't exactly blame him, but he sort of does anyway and their new probie is terrible, and... then there's Gerrard.

Like, Buck already knew he was a piece of work, but. Knowing and experiencing are two very different things. He could barely stand keeping his mouth shut at the medal ceremony when he met the man for five seconds, and now he has to put up with him making smug, belittling comments towards all his friends, all the time. Constantly needing to remind himself he doesn't want to get fired is actually killing him.

It doesn't help that every so often he'll remember Tommy's offhand Captain Gerrard was like having the dad I already had, with a pang as he wonders what exactly Tommy grew up with. What parts of Gerrard's condescending tyranny were familiar to him. Phillip Buckley may not have been father of the year, but maybe never being looked directly at was better than being raised neck deep in toxic waste.

Every time he remembers he gets the urge to pull out his phone and call Tommy up just to... he doesn't even know. Just to hear his voice, maybe. Know if he's doing okay.

Another reason work days seem so long now, if he's being honest. He's always counting down the hours until he can see Tommy again. Like a kid on the last day of school, watching the clock tick closer and closer to summer vacation.

So, of course, right near the end of a particularly busy shift, Gerrard gets them all lined up for a lecture about how sloppy that last save was. Everyone did something wrong, and everyone needs to hear about all the ways they could have gotten someone killed, like they don't all know how risky the job is already.

By the time he's finished telling Chim it's a miracle he managed to convince anyone to let him out on calls, Buck is clenching his jaw hard enough to make his teeth ache.

"I'm sure Captain Soft-Touch loved telling you all it was okay to be mediocre, and that you were trying your best," Gerrard sneers at them all, waving a dismissive hand at very idea of Bobby's captaincy. "But the coddling ended when he retired. Sparing your feelings is going to get people killed. Diaz!" He shouts, abrupt, turning on his heel towards Eddie. Eddie doesn't flinch, but Buck does.

"Yes, sir?" He's coolly polite, and his face is carefully blank, but his posture is tense.

"If I ever catch you checking your phone at a scene again, I'll make sure you're mopping floors for the rest of your life."

Eddie's expression hardens. It was a fender-bender and Eddie didn't even touch his phone until everyone was accounted for and packed into the ambulance. "It was a text from my son. Sir." His tone veers a little to the left of polite.

"I don't care if it was from the goddamn Pope, when you're in the field your focus stays on scene. Next time your brat needs something tell him to go cry to his mother about it."

This time when Buck flinches, everyone else in line does too. Hen bites down on a grimace. Chim hisses quietly through his teeth.

"I can't do that," Eddie says flatly. "What with her being dead and all."

The firehouse is silent for a long, horrible moment. That might've taken the wind out of any decent person's sails, Buck thinks. At the very least most people would've retreated into awkwardness and ended the lecture entirely.

Gerrard's brow pinches angrily. "Don't get smart with me, Diaz."

Buck's not sure it's possible to hate someone more than he hates their new captain right now.

"I don't care about your little sob story excuses, I care that you're sloppy and distracted. If you can't handle the job and the kid, drop one of them."

Oh, he was wrong.

He hates this man so much he's choking on it, it's clogging his throat like bile and he's running out of strength to care that he shouldn't spit it out, spew it everywhere and ruin everything just for the chance of hurting this man in the process. He feels like his skin is bursting at the seams.

Eddie's biting the inside of his cheek, rage and sorrow warring silently on his face.

And Buck breaks. Bursts. "Hey, Captain, that's—"

"Can it, Buckley," Gerrard cuts him off before he can even start. It's not angry, it's not anything, he brushes Buck off like he's an annoying fly buzzing in his ear, barely worth glancing at for the two seconds it takes to tell him he doesn't care. "You're all dismissed. Get out of my sight."

Some of them flee, scurrying to their lockers, the kitchen, anywhere but here. A couple of people throw backwards glances before they walk away. Hen and Chim exchange grim looks. Eddie disappears out the back door in an angry haze. And Buck...

Buck feels. Empty. Small. Like he cut himself open trying to relieve the pressure and now there's just nothing left. No one to patch up the wound, and no reason for any of it, he didn't make an impact, he didn't help anyone, he stood there listening to his friends get degraded, and now—now he's feeling sorry for himself?

It's stupid. He's stupid. He feels like shit because, what, because he didn't get yelled at? Because his piece of shit captain took a break from implying he's a disgusting pervert?

He thinks himself in circles about it his whole way home, the pit in his stomach getting a little deeper every time he tries to will it away.

He's wallowed himself halfway through a six-pack, staring sightlessly at his TV, by the time his front door opens.

"Evan?"

One of the knots in his chest loosens. "Yeah," he calls out, not bothering to sound less pathetic than he is. "In here."

"Hey." Tommy's stopped next to the stairs, eyeing him. His gaze is assessing, but his tone is soft. He's always so careful with Buck. "Bad day?"

Buck takes another sip of his beer. Shrugs.

"Ah, one of those."

The couch cushions dip as Tommy takes a seat next to him. He's close enough that Buck doesn't have to look at him to know he's there. There's warmth radiating off him. The woodsy scent of his aftershave. Buck presses their knees together, and exhales properly for the first time in hours.

He knows he could talk about whatever he wants and Tommy would let him. He's waiting for Buck to take the lead here. Buck could avoid the issue entirely and decide to talk about anything. The fact that he can't really tell the difference between the fancy beer Tommy insists is better than the crap Buck's drinking right now. The documentary about bees he's pretending to watch. The goddamn weather.

What comes out of his mouth is a quiet, "I feel like an idiot."

Tommy pulls the beer bottle out of Buck's loose grip, puts it down next to the couch, and then takes Buck's hand in both of his. "Why?"

Buck scrubs at his eyes. "I..." He catalogues the tiny scars on Tommy's knuckles. Two, three, little dots on his index finger. A lopsided vee on his thumb. "Something happened at work."

"Did Gerrard say something to you?" There's an edge to Tommy's question, something sharp and flinty. It makes Buck's heart do dumb little somersaults.

"No." He stops, shame burning his cheeks. "Not. Not to me. That's... He was lecturing everybody, and I..."

"Evan." Tommy grips his chin, firmly, gently, guiding Buck's face until he looks him in the eye. There's a sympathetic twist to his mouth. "Tell me."

He does. As best he can when it feels like what's didn't happen is more important, and he can barely put into words why that is. But trying helps, a little. Trying to whittle it down into an explanation forces him to look at the whole of it, and realize it's not looming over him anymore.

Maybe it's just Tommy's hands on him, soothing the hurt away.

"I dunno. Feels like I could have done something differently, maybe"

Tommy hums, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "You could've."

Buck winces.

"But it wouldn't have turned out any better."

Oh.

A flower blooms on the TV, purple and white petals reaching for the sun. Buck toys with Tommy's fingers, and shifts his leg closer, hooking their ankles together.

"It felt so shitty," he mutters.

"I know."

He would, wouldn't he. Buck gets that pang in his chest again, and he pushes the rest of the way into Tommy's space. Tommy wraps his arms around him, and drops a kiss into his curls, seemingly content to let Buck situate himself however he wants.

He kind of wishes Tommy wasn't still wearing jeans, but asking him to take his pants off might send the wrong message.

"You don't think I'm, like...a bad friend, right?" He cringes his way through the question.

"No." Tommy responds matter-of-factly and without hesitation. Then the corner of his mouth twitches. "I think you're a very good boy."

Buck's entire head feels like it's on fire. A grin starts to creep across his face. It might be the first time he's smiled all day. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm."

Maybe he should ask Tommy to take his jeans off after all.

[joelsmochi]

Joel Miller — There You Go

warnings: post-apocalypse, pre-ellie, age change + gap (joel is 53, reader is 33), smut (minors dni), unprotected piv sex + creampie, outdoor/public sex, reader has a thing for joel’s hands, joel has a thing for reader being a pillow princess, joel also has a thing for praising reader, joel loves spoiling reader what more can i say, definitely ooc joel, pet names (baby, pretty girl, doll, etc.), dirty talk, vanilla sex (? should this even count as a warning LMFAO), possessive!joel (only a little it's kinda cute), fluffy!joel, probably an over-usage of the word “pretty”, i always lazy proofread so there may be some typos <3 wc: 4k a/n: there are so many mean!joel or rough!joel smuts (don’t get me wrong i be eating that shit up!) so i thought i’d do something a lil different & give y’all a sweet and endearing joel smut <3 this is lowkey inspired by the scene from jason’s lyric + inspired by a comment i saw where someone said pedro/joel would definitely talk you through it .-.

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“The sun feels so good,” I think aloud. “Come lie down! You should try it!” I glance over at Joel who is cleaning the pot that we just ate dinner out of.

“You’re gonna get sunburnt,” is all he says. I don’t respond, enjoying the warm blanket the sun is providing. A few minutes later I hear him sit next to me which makes him block the sun from my face so I open my eyes and smile up at him.

He and I aren’t that close, but it never hurt to try and grow closer with him—sometimes he’d give in and laugh with me, but most of the time it was like talking to a brick wall that occasionally grunted at you or rolled its eyes. I understand though. I’m sure he lost someone he loved so deeply and that kind of shit changes you. I’ve lost more people than I can count and no matter how much you try to prepare for it, you’re just never ready. That’s why I always try to get him to smile, I want him to know that someone still cares about him even if he doesn’t care for anyone anymore.

But I know he does. I know for a fact that he cares about me. He never let’s me hold him when we’re trying to sleep but the second I hear his breaths deepen I always wrap my arms around him and he shuffles his back deeper into my body. I loved the way he was too emotionally calloused to warm up to me because it makes me want to fight harder for him which reinforces the fact that I care about him.

“Thank you for dinner, you sure know how to whip up some twenty-year-old ravioli,” I joke.

He just nods and looks at the trees in front of us.

“How old were you when this all started? Thirty-two?”

“Thirty-three,” he corrects.

“Hmm, same age I am now.”

“Ain’t that a bitch?” He huffs, clearly exhausted from our hike. I sit up in front of him and grab his hands; he tries to pull back while giving me a dirty look so I just grip him harder. “What are ya doing?” He asks.

“Holding your hands,” I say with a cheeky tone and a grin.

“Why?”

“Because I think about touching ‘em all the time,” I tease.

He takes a few breaths, watching to see if I break my smile. “You think… About my hands?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, “I think about your fingers.” I hold one of his hands up to my face and analyze his digits, memorizing the cuts and bruises and wrinkles along them. Even though my words are true, I still played as if I were joking endearingly, but the more I looked at his fingers the more complicated it got. I feel my nipples perk up underneath my tank top from the cool breeze and… Well, from being horny. “I think you’re a cool guy,” I say after looking at him and dropping his hand.

“Why?”

Shrugging, I say, “Because you take care of me. You teach me a lot.”

His eyebrows rise and force wrinkles onto his forehead. “I teach you a lot?”

I hum again, nodding slowly and blinking even slower not able to hide my true intentions anymore. “Yeah, you… Taught me how to use a gun safely… You taught me how to get past an infected… You taught me how to hunt a buck.”

“Shit your parents shoulda taught ya when your were a kid,” he retorts, letting me know he doesn’t see my desperation.

“Maybe,” I whisper. I carefully move onto my hands and knees, slowly crawling closer to him. “Maybe I was just meant to have you as my teacher.” The look in his cold eyes shifted yet he continues to leave me confused. I may be overstepping here, but his lack of resistance only urges me to push further and further. I bat my eyelashes at him and reach my nose just in front of his. “You could even teach me how to fuck.”

His eyes bat shut and he exhales as if he were committing the worst of sins. His eyes reopen after a few quiet seconds and they flicked between both of my own eyes. His cold irises were now warm with dilated pupils and his pulse is beating so strong I could see it pump against the skin along his collarbones. I glance at his lips more than once and press one of my hands to his thigh.

“Is this okay?” It comes out shakier than I intended it to as my breathing feels much heavier than before. Joel makes me feel so small but in the best way possible. It’s as if he were my sworn protector and I could always count on him to be there for me. Like a lovestruck twenty-year-old, I cling to him in my most desperate of times even though he pretends to hate it. I could tell he likes having someone to take care of, and I love that he takes care of me.

Hesitating, he nods and carefully reaches for my forearms.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he whispers sounding more desperate than me.

I can’t help but simper at both his confirmation and touch, finally touching my nose to his. A knot twists deeply into my stomach, and my chest fills with waves of nervousness. “I’ve only done it a couple times,” I whisper.

“That’s okay,” he hums against my lips, his chest rumbling at the low vibrations from his voice. “I’ll teach you.”

I snicker and giggle at his words earning the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on him in the time I’ve known him, then he presses his lips to mine so softly I thought I was imagining it. The smack of his warm mouth dazes me momentarily and I grasp onto his shoulders before completely falling into his touch. He lies back onto the blanket and encapsulates my body with his thick legs and firm arms. He whines into my mouth and holds onto my waist as if I would fall apart if he let go.

I pull away after a while to look down at him, wondering how we should start. It’s been well over a decade since my last time and I don’t want to disappoint Joel.

“Lie down,” he instructs while admiring my flustered look.

I do as he says and allow him to take my shoes off, which he does so carefully. I always pegged Joel to be a bit rougher, and eager for it, especially after a long time of waiting.

His fingertips nuzzle the hairs along my calves and thighs up until they reach the hems of my shorts and this is where my expectations become true; he wraps his fingers into the folds and tugs gently, probably trying to pace himself, but the rise and fall of my chest catch his attention and his patience runs out. He yanks my button undone and doesn’t even bother taking my shorts off, he just slips his hand inside to feel around. I prop myself up with my elbows to get a better view of everything. He strokes the stubble along my pelvis, then around my clit, dipping down to my entrance and slightly parting my lips to see how ready I am.

I inhale at the feeling of his warm finger coming into contact with my cool precum, locking eyes with him to watch the subtleties in his face change at every new feeling he notices. He just barely whispers, “Fuck,” when he rises his finger to my clit. He gives it a gentle stroke and watches me breathe slowly for him. “You’re doing so good, staying still like that for me,” he praises. I bite my lip and confidently smile at him. He starts to rub soft circles onto my skin, eliciting a gentle coo from me. The space between my eyebrows tightens at the relief and my eyes close softly. “Fuck, look at’ya… So eager for me already, huh?” I look at him and nod. “Tell me how bad you want it, doll.”

“Do you remember the night we first met?” I ask between moans. “And I had that cut on my arm that you had to clean and wrap? All I could do was stare at your fingers and—and imagine how good they would feel rubbing my clit the way you’re doing right now. It was the first night I had touched myself in almost a year.”

He squints at me sharing this information and rewarding me with more pressure from his fingers. “And how often do you touch yourself now?”

“In the past two years I���ve known you?” I sheepishly ask; he nods and halts his moving fingers. Desperately wanting him to keep going, I shout, “Almost anytime I get left alone for longer than ten minutes.”

“Since we’re being honest…” He leans down to my ears to whisper, “…Sometimes I leave you alone to touch myself as well.” He takes his hand out of my shorts to slide them off of me.

He looks around the trees, and I do the same to make sure no one living or infected is around; once we’re sure it’s clear he sits to remove his boots which I laugh when it starts to take a long time. I reach for his shirt buttons, undoing them carefully as a few were hanging literally by a thread. I push his flannel shirt off of his arms while he finally kicks his boots off, then he hovers his head over mine and just barely pushes his pants down to reveal his swollen cock. I reach for it despite my intimidation at the girth but he stops me, guiding me to lie down again.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?” He asks against the skin above my collarbone whilst placing lovely kisses all over my neck.

“It’s really big,” I say tensely, laughing at myself.

He gives me a juicy kiss and shares a winsome look with me. “I’ll be gentle if you want,” he promises. I barely smile, not realizing how harshly my nails are digging into his arm. I give him a slight nod and spread my legs slowly for him. “I promise I’ll be real nice to your pretty pussy.”

I lift my head up to kiss him again and he shifts to rest his body weight on top of me with his hand reaching between our bodies to line his tip up with my entrance. His tongue folds over my lips and into my mouth restlessly and I feel his hips push forward against me. I prepare myself for the discomfort, squeezing my eyes tightly and pulling away from the kiss to brace myself.

It’s difficult to breathe with my ribcage pushing against him and I feel him leave a trail of kisses along my jawline in an attempt to soothe me. I constantly squeeze around his thick cock, trying to ignore the slight burning and get used to the pain faster. He notices how long I remain tense and anxious, so he taps my cheek gently with his fingers and I open my eyes to look at him which relaxes almost every nerve in my body.

“Just relax, honey, okay? Can you do that for me?” My eyes roll to the back of my head as his raspy voice continues to beg me to relax. “Hmm? Can you relax for me, baby girl?” He pulls back a little and begins to slowly pump himself in and out of me, chuckling as he watches my body actively relaxing around and beneath him. “There you go… There you go… Here.” He adjusts his knees to be flush against the back of my thighs and moves my arms and legs to wrap around his back. “How’s this?”

I wait for him to start moving again, noticing the difference in closeness. “Yes!” I hiss. I feel his hand pop my boobs out of the top of my tank top and I look to his fingers to watch them rub against the sewn-in rose in the middle of the shirt, but soon enough his hand cups my boob and gives it a delicate squeeze. I notice my pussy get wetter at the steady pace he is going at, feeling the curve of his cock hit the deeper parts of me.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Joel,” I moan. I slide the straps of my shirt off of my arms to get a better grip on him making him smile at the now bunched-up fabric around my waist. All I can do is moan and roll my eyes back and forth at his cock filling me up repeatedly. With my thighs trembling around his hips, my nails digging into his back, and my back arching deeper into the ground, he lifts his upper half off of me more than likely to see me—all of me.

He drives his hips faster, not fully entering inside of me but using the curve of his shaft to his advantage. As my hands flail around either gripping the sheet or his arms, I accidentally dig my knees into his stomach, and I can tell it’s hurting him but he doesn’t stop.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts, somehow managing to go even faster, “cum for me, pretty girl, I can feel it—oh, look at’cha!”

I whine at the ticklish feeling of his tip rubbing against my g-spot, feeling sudden shocks in my nerves from my stomach to my feet. I feel my muscles stop squeezing around him and start pushing against him as my orgasm creeps up. Joel hunches over to pop one of my nipples into his mouth adding waves of electricity to swim through the rest of my body.

“Joel, I—“

“Shh, shh shh shh,” he mumbles against my breast. “Look at me, darlin’. Hold onto me.” My fingers wrap into his curls and I watch his eyes trail over my face. I feel myself fall over the edge and into my orgasm, and his words seem to only exist to intensify this burst of energy. “God, look at you cumming for me—oh, my God, I can feel it," he repeats. "I can feel you cumming, it feels so fucking good."

“Yeah?” I whimper. “Fuck, please don’t stop!” He grunts and gets a bit more sloppy with his thrusts which help ride out the rest of my orgasm. I release his hair and drop my legs down next to his, feeling soreness spreading throughout my thighs from them being stretched. “Do you want to switch?” I ask after seeing how tired he is.

He pretty much pouts and shakes his head, cupping my face in one of his hands. “No, baby. I wanna take care of you,” he says. “You look so pretty in the sun.”

I blush to thank him, then take his scruffy face into my hands and give him a few kisses until they turn into our tongues dancing together. I moan at the taste of his skin, pushing my hips down to get his shaft deeper inside of me.

He listens to my body and instead of thrusting he rocks his hips after resting some of his weight on me again. I feel the layers of sweat from both of us stick his skin to mine but we just ignore it. All I care to focus on are his groans and the way his cock fits so perfectly inside of me.

“I was made just for you,” I moan, reaching out to run my hands along the hair on his chest.

He shoves one of my legs up on his shoulder, bending forward to somehow fuck me even deeper. “You were made just for me?” He asks, kissing the inside of my knee.

I mewl out, cursing at how smoothly his hips continue to roll in between my thighs. “Yes, Joel!” I shout when he shoves his dick all the way inside of me, stopping once he presses against my depths. “My pussy was made just for you!”

I watch his pretty eyes roll under his twitching eyelids, and he whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. I gasp at his shaft throbbing inside of me and cradle the back of his head.

He lifts himself to his knees again, forces my legs to spread apart, and pulls out. “Fuck, baby,” he groans with furrowed eyebrows. “You keep talking like that you’re gonna make me cum too fast.”

Grinning wide, I sit up and turn around to my hands and knees like earlier. I figured a change in position could help excite things a bit more, plus my ass is starting to hurt. I moan and giggle while I tauntingly wave my ass for him to grab. Instead, he yanks my knees back knocking me down to my stomach which admittedly hurt a little bit, but I didn’t care. I finally got to have Joel and that was all I needed.

He pushes my legs apart with his chest pressing against my back. I shudder at his warm breath on my sweat-covered cheek and ear, flinching when he nibbles on my lobe—not from pain, but surprise. He moves down to bite my shoulder, then my spine before I feel his hand push his thick cock back inside of me.

I kick my limp legs up to meet his wide thighs and lay my face against the ground. He fucks me like he’s desperate for me to know how strong he is, how weak he can get me. I arch my neck up for my lips to meet his chin; listening to his little whimpers has my entire body weak for him. I didn’t want the noises to stop, I don’t want him to stop.

“Oh, baby,” he whimpers some more, “you feel so good. S-oh good.” His breath is shaky as are his words.

“I want you to cum inside of me, Joel,” I beg before pecking his chin. I relax the arch in my neck to instead bury the back of my head into his shoulder. He stops for a few seconds to absorb my words, using this time to wrap his arms below and around my stomach. “I love the way you fuck me,” I whisper against his jaw. “You make me feel so good, baby.”

“That’s my job, honey,” he tells me, thrusting a couple of times. “Oh sh—oh my God,” he mewls. He bites my cheek which makes me giggle and turn my head to kiss him. He starts to drill in and out of me while our lips fold over each other, our moans and begs and whimpers falling out occasionally. I feel that bubble growing inside of me again just itching to be popped, and I completely crumble when he says, “You take my cock so good, princess, I know you got another one in ya.”

I can’t even speak whilst he wraps his strong hand around my neck to hold my head up rather than to choke me. I cry out his name shallowly and squeeze around him so tight I’m sure his cock started to ache. He curses into my neck, not letting up on my pussy one bit. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.

“You look so fucking pretty when I fuck you. Look at how helpless you are, fuck. You’re mine, pretty girl.”

“I love the way you fuck me, Joel,” I say breathlessly as my orgasm doesn’t let up.

“My sweet girl,” he coos in my ear. “Keep talking to me, mmm, I love hearing you beg for it.”

By this point, I am suffering from the pain of overstimulation, which I never thought could hurt so bad but feel so damn good at the same time. “You’re so good to me, Joel,” I tell him doubtlessly. “I want you to cum for me, please.” His body jerks a few times and it instills confidence in my tone. “I want you to use me… Use me to cum, please…”

“You want me to cum in that pretty pussy a’yours? Hmm?” He cuddles his face into my shoulder blade, striving to reach even deeper inside of me. “Turn around. I wanna see you,” he whispers; I turn around and he lifts me onto his lap, still standing on his knees. His burly forearms manage to hold me up enough for him to keep doing all of the work, but by this point, I was thankful for it with how much he’s worn me out. “You take my cock s’good. Look at your pretty face, your pretty little helpless face.”

I watch as he takes his lip between his teeth into his weeping mouth, breathless gasps leaving my own. He looks so majestic with how the sun casts subtle shadows along his face; his vulnerability coats the look in his eyes as his face begins to relax which tells ms he is close. His nails dig into my spine and he looks to me for reassurance.

I run my fingertips over Joel’s broad shoulders and blink slowly, drawing my tongue out to lick his lips briefly. “Can you cum for me, baby?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” he says, heavily nodding his head. “Anything for you, honey.” He kisses me swiftly, smiling at me and stroking my thumb over his cheekbone. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

We both moan out little praises against each other's faces and lips and sometimes kiss roughly. My chin burns from his stubble but I don’t pull away from him. I don’t want to. I just want to feel all of him.

He tells me he’s going to cum once more and I say, “Look at me, baby. Look at me when you cum.”

I hold his head still in my hands and rock my hips against his, but he stops me by pushing my hips into him and holding me there. I whine but allow it, cockily grinning at him when I feel his warm cum paint my walls. He is a whimpering mess, cowering his face to my chest. His body twitches underneath my legs and his hands fall to my ass, squeezing it enough to lift my hips up and back down a couple of times. Grunting when he finishes, he peels his face from my skin to smile down at me after lying me down carefully. He looks around for a moment before pulling out and laying next to me.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he says, still out of breath.

I look over at him and twist to my side. “It’s okay. I know you like taking care of me.”

“Do I now?”

I nod and hum. “You’ll never say it, but I know you do.”

Joel also turns onto his side to stare at me. “I like taking care of you,” he admits with a hoarse voice. He reaches to pull my shirt straps back over my arms before covering my boobs, then grabs my panties to slide them up my legs but stops when he gets to my vulva just to place a kiss on it. He half-dresses himself before pulling my warm legs onto his lap; I sit up to get more comfortable and stare at his hands massaging my legs. “Your face is sunburnt,” he tells me.

I touch my cheekbone and flinch when I feel it is indeed sunburnt. “Dammit.”

“Doll, I want ya to know that this doesn’t mean nothing to me. It isn’t nothing, I mean… It’s something… If you want it to be.”

“Something?” I question with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah…” He shrugs, looking back down at my legs. “If you want.”

I crawl into his lap, responding to him with a loving kiss. “I want you. Not something.”

“Oh, pretty girl…” He moves some hair from my face and bashfully smiles at me. “You already got me.”

[ieathumanorgans]

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru with a poc! fem reader

warnings: nsfw/oral sex/threesome/male creampie(?) implied ig/poly relationship/geto and gojo going at it about who’s gonna do what/gojo fucking geto while he eats you out lmfao/no plot (?) whatsoever just plain ol fucking/a rushed draft/not really proofread/REALLY ooc - strictly for poc readers. proceed at your own risk.

a/n: gojo is kinda dumb he doesn’t know how to do aftercare so geto does all the work forgive him geto he’s a visual learner UGH its the weekend finally so no more school yayyy i get to write now :3

they wanna freak you BAD. nsfw under cut

You are geto’s girlfriend and you’ve been together since you guys were first years. Years passed and now you’re in on something with geto and gojo. While you laid in their shared bed, completely naked. They were arguing, “I get the front! And you get the back!” Gojo yelled at geto as he pointed towards you. All you do is stare at them like they just two fucking idiots that are fighting over the last chocolate bar at the candy shop, “What if she doesn’t want you in the front and wants you in the back, you doofus!” Geto bickered back at gojo. Now, they were definitely going at it. You sat up, “Can you guys just stop it already. I’m getting dry over here.” You pointed to your cunt. Geto and gojo stopped and turned to look at you then back at each other. “Take turns?” They asked in sync. “I swear you guys are like children..” You said, laughing as you laid back onto the bed, “You can go first suguru, since she is YOUR girlfriend.” “Well, she’s your girlfriend too, Satoru.” Suguru hummed as he crawled onto the bed and in between your legs, He licked his lips before he leaned his head down to devour your essence. Gojo on the other hand had a different idea in mind, “Geto, to make this more interesting. How about I..” He trailed off as he eyed geto’s back. “How about you what.” Geto asked as he lifted his head from in between your legs to turn back at gojo who had his hand on geto’s hips now as he positions the head of his cock at geto’s hole. “..sure…” Geto responded as he went to sucking on your clit and shoving his index and middle finger in and out of your aching cunt, causing you arch your back and whimper out in please. Gojo slowly bucked his hips into geto’s ass. Gojo groaned at the tight feeling around his cock. Geto moaned but, it was muffled against your clit which made you, “Mmm…geto..~” You moaned out as reached your hand down to pet geto as he ate your pussy like a starving animal. Your other hand worked to massage your breast. Gojo, on the hand was working his hips into geto’s. Every thrust gojo gave geto’s ass caused him to moan as he ate your pussy, sending waves of pleasure over you.

After what seemed like hours and hours of sex. You all got scolded by shoko because she couldn’t sleep due the fact your room was filled with nothing but moans and groans and skin slapping. “Next time..just keep it down, please. You’re lucky principal yaga wasn’t roaming last night..”

[alecjbi]

"i wanna kiss every inch of your body"

ice after the volleyball match

all of these have been icemav lmfao which i’m not mad about! i like this one a lot, i took it in a bit of a different direction but i think it’s fun :)

(666 words (ope), explicit)

drop a smut prompt in my inbox

The sun was beating down on Maverick’s back and he had taken his shirt off long ago. All the pilots had, except for Goose, which Maverick had teased him for his dad outfit. Maverick knew he should feel normal, just a bunch of guys having fun, but his eyes were only on Ice.

Ice’s hair glowed in the sun, sweat rolling down his back in rivulets. Maverick wanted to lick it off. Maverick wanted to feel all of him, taste him. And he was sure Ice wanted the same.

They had been playing this game for awhile, dancing around each other, so when Ice brought him behind a building and pinned him against a wall after the game, Maverick wasn’t surprised. This was everything he had wanted and more.

“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Ice said, eyes scalding him. Maverick didn’t back down under his gaze— he straightened his back and let a smile slip onto his lips.

“Why don’t you?” Maverick asked, looking up at Iceman. Ice copied his grin, teeth sharp and smile teasing. In the summer heat, Maverick felt like he was about to melt.

“Not now,” Ice said, leaning in and kissing where Maverick’s neck met his shoulder. He trailed them down, biting his shoulder and making Maverick groan. Anyone could see them here but he couldn’t care, not with Ice’s hands slipping up his back, bringing him closer.

“I’ll have time later,” Ice continued, letting his hands drag lower and grasp Maverick’s ass. Maverick bucked his hips a little bit, gasping as he felt Ice’s hard-on against his own. Ice’s words were pure sin as he brought their bodies together, removing one hand and working at his belt. Maverick got the message and lowered a hand to his as well, shaking hands working at the button of his jeans. “I’ll have time when you’re in my bed and I’ve fucked you until all you remember is my name. Then, I’ll kiss you all over, mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Ice removed his cock from his pants and Maverick wished he could get a better view instead of this cramped alleyway. He wished he could see Ice sprawled out in his bed, begging his name. Ice tsked as Maverick’s hands shook and helped him out of his underwear. He spit into his hand and wrapped it around the two of them, Maverick groaning and dropping his head to Ice’s shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” Ice said, stroking them long and tightly. “Wanna hear you moan my name. Loud enough so everyone knows.”

“Fuck, Ice,” Maverick gasped. His hands traced over the muscles of Ice’s back, dipped below his pants to grab his ass and force Ice’s hips into his. Ice groaned lowly in his throat and started stroking faster, whispering words to bring Maverick closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he repeated. He thumbed over Maverick’s dick and Maverick’s knees went weak, falling into Ice and trusting him to support him against the wall. “You gonna come for me?”

“Please,” Maverick begged. “Please, Ice, I want—“

“I know,” he shushed him, kissing up Maverick’s neck, leaving bites along the way. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Please,” Maverick repeated. He was so close, limbs shaking and gasping into Ice’s neck. Then, it built up to a high, a pressure deep in his stomach, a heat he couldn’t fight anymore. “Oh, fuck, Ice, I’m gonna—“ he gasped.

That’s when Ice cupped his chin, and with eyes blazing only for Maverick, kissed him hard. Maverick came into his hand with a blinding white light behind his eyes, moaning into Ice’s mouth. Ice wasn’t far behind, groaning lowly and stroking himself as he came. They stood there for a moment, panting in each other’s mouths, simply basking in the moment.

“I hope you still keep good on that promise,” Maverick muttered when he caught his breath, and Ice laughed. It was the most beautiful sound Maverick have ever heard.

[eddiegettingshot]

Honestly so far this season has just messed with all my eddie hc, which isn’t a problem in andof itself, it just basically means i’m having to look at him now and ask who the hell this character actually is, and idk yet if i enjoy him as much as i have previous seasons. And i also have to question if this is me having totally misinterpreted who he was from the beginning, or if the writers are actually writing him differently this season for some reason? Like i love seeing eddie happy, but the happiness he’s exuded this season has just been really out of nowhere and almost aggressively in your face. Like why did he ask marisol to move in when he’s had no more development with her than he did with ana, and being with her caused him to have literal panic attacks? That makes no sense?? The way he acted in 704 was so out of nowhere too, and i know it’s theorized that it’s just from buck’s perspective, but how do we know that for sure? Because he’s obviously been acting kind of careless after that too, especially with shannon’s doppelganger whose name i forgot atm sorry. And to me that’s the ONE instance i actually completely understand him acting so differently, because like how the hell is he supposed to act in a situation like that?? I completely understand him behaving erratically after that, but why did they write him like that before that too then?

Idk, like i said, maybe i’ve misinterpreted him all along, or maybe the writers are cooking up something truly incredible here, but as of right now i’m thinking it’s just odd writing tbh. It feels like they’ve moulded his personality to fit all these different storylines rather than working those storylines around his natural personality. Like i actually refuse to believe he’d ask marisol to move in and then back out like that. Maybe it’s bcs of the shortened season ig. Anyway, i think it’s why i feel like i’ve lost my grip of him this season somehow…

I really, really hope they make it work in the end, but i’m genuinely wondering how they will do that. Like at this point only a brain tumor would make sense to me, but i don’t think they’re gonna do that lmao

yeah honestly anon idk what to tell you LOL my strategy with this season is to basically pretend whatever happened for eddie (and buck/hen to an extent) didn’t happen and the end result is all im paying attention to. it’s not you, the writing for eddie has been TERRIBLE and careless thus far this season, at least after 7x01. we’ll see how things go but the 7x05 plotline seems to just be a throwaway lmfao (and no like … he IS impulsive but he’s never had a problem with moving fast in relationships in the past and he certainly would not do any of that). 7x04 i do think is very much from buck’s pov (tim confirmed this but also eddie is back to being normal with tommy in 7x06). i really do not understand what’s going on with eddie either and i think that’s part of what’s making the season so unenjoyable 🤷🏾‍♀️ i can’t blame you

[unlimitedgolden]

I have toontown headcanons to share so I'm going to just go for it + canon honorifics

PRONOUNS!!!!!!11!11 ROMANCE!!11 AHHHHH1!!!11

Deep Diver is a bigender baddie, she/he (Mr/Ms). Update: I think it'd be really funny if Deep Diver was bigender and bisexual. baby bi bi bi,,,

Gatekeeper she/her (Ms) and also the swaggiest butch lesbian you'll ever see

Firestarter he/they (Mr/Mx) otd. My brain says demiboy and I KNOW he is gay as hell

Featherbedder they/he/she (Mx/Mr/Ms), non-binary in some way, most likely genderfluid. I don't know enough about them right now so that's all I got

Major Player he/hymn (Mr) (this is straight up from the official server), and I honestly think he's pan with a preference to men (Buck Ruffler and their freaky fusion)

Chainsaw Consultant looking like a he/they (Mr) transman, I also think he's bi

Mouthpiece my grandma. She/her (Mrs) and I am a trans grandma truther. She is the elder transhet to me.

Rainmaker she/they (Ms/Mx) and CALL ME INSANE BUT I think they're transmasc and I love her ok. Also bi

Witch Hunter he/him (Mr) and I don't know enough about him yet except he seems like a miserable bloke and a hater

Duck Shuffler he/they/it (Mr) transmasc (projecting lowkey) and he is gay as hell as well idc

Treekiller he/him (Mr) and I don't know enough about him yet either SORRY

Plutocrat he/him (Don/Mr) he seems cishet but I also don't know enough about him either

Bellringer he/him (Mr). I think he's cis but experimenting with he/they. Bi, British, Bell.

Prethinker he/him (Mr) transman? Transmasc? Not sure but he's transgender. Also pan

Multislacker He/They but maybe she too (Mr/Mx) methinks genderfluid. Its the colourscheme I promise. Somewhere on the asexual spectrum to me. Romance? Maybe, maybe not. Not sure.

Pacesetter he/him (Mr) + transman swagger with the gay gay boyfriend on top

RELATIONSHIPS + FAMILY WOOOAHHHH

Prefacing this with the warning of multishipping for funsies and I am a believer of polycules argue with the wall

Deep Diver according to cogs.ink hates Gatekeeper and Treekiller which is so funny to me because I think Deep Diver and Gatekeeper would be cute together

Deep Diver/Gatekeeper with Rainmaker is also so fire. Polycule them NOW

Firestarter and Pacesetter canon boyfriends

Also that one headcanon of Firestarter and Rainmaker being siblings is so cute I'm adopting it

Major Player fused with Duck Shuffler that one time and even though its not a canon event they're really good together. Love wins in every universe

Chainsaw Consultant with Duck Shuffler (thanks Sludge) kissy mwah mwah

Chainsaw Consultant and Rainmaker t4t swagger btw

Rainmaker already mentioned all above but yeah she should get soooo much love. Love wins. Multishipping wins. Polycules win.

Duck Shuffler has two hands to hold one for Major Player and one for Chainsaw Consultant. Polycules babeeey!!! And then I'm on his leg like a diseased animal.

Treekiller and Chainsaw Consultant brothers for realsies

Sometimes I think about that animatic with Plutocrat being interested in Mouthpiece with the spongebob audio. Yknow the one by cogmics. Lives in my head

Bellringer and Prethinker kissing. Idk where it came from but I think they're cute too

Also whoever came up with Pacesetter and Multislacker having a sibling like bond os brilliant. Adopted that hc now too.

Other STUPID HCS before I forget

RUNNING IN TO EDIT THIS BEFORE I FORGET. DUCK SHUFFLER AUTISM ADHD COMBO

CHAINSAW CONSULTANT AUTISM HC REAL TOO

I was talking to my sister about this one but I think it'd be funny if cogs reproduced by just building their offspring like in the Robots movie.

Building my son from scrap parts I found

And again in convo with my sister it'd be funny if toons reproduced by just drawing their children since they're literally cartoons

She said if you look ugly as a toon sorry your parents were just bad at art LMFAO

Furthermore this was to build our own lore on why our toons are siblings but different species and since we agree our dad would be a cog (which I did design) that he must've drawn our toons

Mfw we are our fathers oc

OK I think that's everything for now. I'm immediately sending this to everyone I know for approval

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PART 5!!! WAS!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!

Reader really was going through it in the beginning, poor girlie 😭😭ALSO I'm starting the "A New Love For Myrtle 1944" petition. Sing to make this woman happy again. We didn't spend much time with her, but hers is a sad story in need of a happy ending. Every signature counts.

I love that she's knitting now and I love that she's sending it all to Bucky ❤️❤️ You just know that those are his most prized possessions ❤️

And eeeew, where was my Miller trigger warning?? 😭 She's so mean 😭 Like, I get she's a product of her time and I'm judging her with a modern mindset, but YEAH I'M JUDGING HER!! People are dying! Let them be happy! Chase your own bliss, girl! Leave them youngsters alone!

OMG, Bucky's POV is all I ever wanted. Loved being inside that man's head. He is a mess lmfao. But I can only imagine what he was like the first few days since he can't remember himself. Buck was blessed with an endless amount of patience because we all know Bucky talked about that 1-minute at most phone call the entire time.

AND HIS REACTION TO GETTING THAT FIRST LETTER AND THE PARCEL WAS SO CUTE, LIKE MY HEART!!!

Their letters? 10/10. Soooo perfect, it felt like I was prying into other people's private conversations. And I love the little details she adds just for him, like the Yankees winning the whatever it's called (sorry, baseball confuses me severely).

And honestly, the TEASING the boys must be putting Bucky through between letters 😂😂 And he's on cloud nine, he doesn't even care. And I bet Buck is thrilled for him too ❤️ I love them besties, your honor.

AND YAY TO BABY EGAN ON BOARD!!! Coming soon to a hospital far, far, far away from Bucky 😔✊

Despite the little joke I sent in another ask, I get her reasoning for not telling him, but man's not stupid. He's gonna figure out pretty fast he's about to become a father if he hasn't already. What's left for us to find out is if he's going to write to her, saying like "the jig is up. Can we name them after my plane? Not the one that went down, that wasn't even mine" or if he's going to wait for her to bring it up.

At any rate, pretty sure he'll miss the birth since, as he said in the last episode, he's been in the stalag for like eight months already. Hopefully he will learn how to astral project by then 🙏🏻

History question to wrap this up: could POWs send things out of the camp to the people they were corresponding with? Can't imagine they'd want to part with anything, but I wouldn't put it past him to send her something for the baby as a way of saying "I know" instead of having any of them writing about it.

Beatriz you have blessed my inbox yet again

Firstly - I adore how you connected with Myrtle. She’s a complicated, wounded woman who thought she did what was right. I don’t think she anticipated the reader’s poor reaction to it all, honestly…but there’s no shortage of eligible men if she can allow her heart to take another chance.

The knitting! Yes! Inspired by the weird little hat that Bucky was wearing at the start of episode 7, I was thinking it would be a lovely connection and per Red Cross rules very much allowed! You bet he takes very good care of his winter accessories.

But Captain Miller - a woman with very different priorities from the reader and very rigid morals. Interfering and scheming, she is always looking for the next promotion so it is utterly bewildering to her that the reader resented one and then proceeded to ruin her well-laid plans. Good riddance to her.

I honestly hemmed and hawed about including a Bucky POV here but it was demanded by my brain and therefore we got several into his rapidly fracturing psyche. Bless Buck and his patience for the delirious ramblings of head wound Bucky 😬

Beneath any teasing from the boys, there is surely a lot of jealousy - the reader’s letters come faster, and she seems to send more? And the knitting…But they’re also glad because it’s dulling the edges of Bucky’s caged-animal behaviour…or it was 🤦‍♀️

Baby Egan 🥹

Baby Egan to be born stateside and definitely not named after Bucky’s planes because they were - Just A Snappin’, Mugwump, and Mlle Zig Zig. Don’t seem to roll off the tongue 🤣🤣🤣

His reaction is going to be very interesting, wish me luck as I do my very best to bring this all to a close in just one more part 😬😬😬

History answer - as far as I can tell POWs we’re only entitled to send letters, but I will do more digging!!

[rou-en]

lmfao the fuck are you on, a tesla is still very much a symbol of being rich as fuck. shut up and listen to actual poor people for a minute and maybe you'll gain some critical thinking skills. or maybe you'll just go back to being a bootlicker. who knows?

Oh wow another first - anon hate!

Also welcome, it’s very weird to be interacting with people on this hell site after so long, but hello!! To me this is all very hilarious to come about from just venting in tags about Watcher drama but I guess that’s this place for you eh?

I could just have not swiped and answered this one, and tbh I hesitated a bit on the first anon as well, but it does feel exhilarating to be speaking to the void and getting a voice back (any voice in fact!)

But first to this second anon (coz I’d guess from the tone that you’re not the first), I hope you’re doing alright in the real world - that as frustrated and angry as you might be about my take on Teslas (very much a shitty car), you are alright and safe,

Since I seem to have a captive audience (of at least two that I can tell of so far, how novel!), I guess let me soliloquy about thoughts on wealth and the complex nature sometimes of the whole “poor vs rich” dynamic, which is also a bit of why I even waded a little into responding to you amidst watcher drama,

Second anon, I recommend dl;dr (don’t like don’t read) -

I come from a generation where that’s what we did for things we didn’t like. For all I’ve said you’re a captive audience, you’re actually not (again, this is all very funny to me right now I can’t believe this is over ghoul boi drama still jfc) - one person’s opinion will always be just that, an opinion.

I think anon, we might be in different areas of the world, but at least where I live (please check prev tags on the post you were referring to, I’m also too internet-old not to hide in tags as much as I like) it’s become an increasingly common sight to see even soccer moms drive a Tesla, their bloody SUV model is the bane of my existence,

Does that mean everyone can afford them? No. Does it mean a middle-class family could afford them? If they wanted it enough, yes. Does it mean there still aren’t people suffering here from poverty in my part of the world? Sadly, no.

And therein lies an interesting problem (well at least to me as a former economics student) about signalling and truly knowing where in the whole class wars business you’re on, because it does make a difference if you ever have to figure out which rich to eat,

Is the 1% who get to fly on private chartered space flights and book out the whole of Disneyland for themselves (I’m looking at a shitty Amazon CEO there) the first to the guillotine? Oh yes.

But what about everyone else? Are we going to burn everyone who has multiple iPhones? God forbid anyone ever treats themselves to a seven-course degustation? Would not recommend, but I don’t think it guillotine-perfect, and I don’t think everyone that drives a Tesla where I am in the world can begin to count as that,

Those people live a daily life here, second anon, it’s so middle-class here it’s almost funny and why saying to me “Steven owns a Tesla” makes me shrug and go “would not recommend but you do you”,

I understand that can be different to you, because oh, turns out my own thoughts and circumstances can be very different to yours indeed.

Fun fact, I grew up first in a developing country, and had the privilege to move to a “first-world” country because my family was dedicated and sacrificed to make sure I could live the “better life” so to speak,

So I know there’s an inequality in the world when an exchange rate could mean the difference between something being a “rich” vs “normal” thing - I buy a Switch here for about 450 bucks (I saved and then got it on sale) as an achievable treat; for my sister who still lives in my home country, it’s almost two grand and definitely ridiculous to spend on for any normal family,

On one level, where is the fairness in that? But I live with it, and I have to choose some treats or if not what’s the point in life,

What does this all mean in the face of the original ghoul boys/watcher drama that’s occurring now? If anyone has read this for long enough is probably wondering at this point,

(I hope you’re both with me still my two anons, I’ll cherish this even if nothing else ever happens to me on this hell site)

I guess I wanted to try and say: life is complicated, and everyone makes complicated decisions, even your favourite comfort YouTubers,

It means I can only see the exacting vitriol at Steven for liking nice things but not Shane for also liking nice things and wonder whether people are barking up the wrong trees, very racist trees in fact,

It means that I keep thinking of shitposts about when the time comes, we’d likely just start offing our neighbours for being “rich” then anyone actually rich, because we seem to not understand the difference between nice things and things no nice person should have (holding also the complicated element of environment and geopolitics to account),

In the process of writing my first response to anon #1, I did have a moment where I wondered, “what if the Watcher boys did think about this? What if they did have some level of number crunching and still looked into their souls and decided that it wasn’t what they wanted? That they knew they could keep doing what they’re doing now and be financially stable, or risk it because of what they believe?”

I and you or anyone can wonder, can or cannot understand, but I sure as hell wish the Watcher team the best of luck, and like you anon, their days will be safe, content and filled with nice things, because why else would I want anything else for anyone,

That’s my one opinion at least, take that as you will anon on the bootlicking quotient for that - if being someone that would just like us all to take a chill pill is being one, then meh - you’re welcome to your opinion too,

But thanks to anyone that’s somehow come to my Tedtalk that started with my random thoughts on Watcher drama and ended with me finding people are still around (it’s not just all bots huzzah!)

[cafecitoeddie]

ok but the show didn't really start off being about buck though, season 1 did have some figuring out to do but honestly it's always felt more abby/bobby/athena centric no? like he had an arc but it was kinda balanced, not front and center? well different interpretations I guess. and no offense intended to your bf lmao

under a read more because i’m writing A LOT. <33

LMFAO oh no nonny FULL OFFENSE TO HIM. always. hahah

so he’s been watching since the very beginning, i was too but i got distracted / bored(DON’T KILL ME)/ started watching other things.

he thinks the first season was definitely buck centric because he says the first season was more abby/buck and how they both needed each other to deal with their problems. she needed him to get out of her situation with her mom, or at least better understand herself as a woman. and buck needed her to ground himself and stopping looking at the world in terms of what he can fuck, his words not mine.

HE JUST SAID EDDIE NEEDS MORE OF A STORY. i’m marking this day in my calendar.. he never says anything about eddie. (he hates how i love him so much lmao) he thinks christopher definitely needed a better resolution with shannon and he thinks shannon definitely fucked up but christopher needed closure or a chance to deal with it better and he hates how that has never been shown. he likes chris. <3

he thinks RAVI needs more of a story too. he liked ravi.. thought he was definitely interesting and wants to see him come back, which he seems to be excited for now that i told him he is.

[queerfables]

Should I go to bed or should I watch 2x01?

I should definitely go to bed.

Anyway, here's my thoughts on 2x01 ;)

Hen is extremely hot always but today that uniform is really working for her

Athena and Bobby flirting at work is so cheesy it's cute. They both deserve happiness. I might’ve seen some spoilers for later seasons do they end up getting married?? That's cute. They look pretty different by the later seasons so I didn't quite realise it was them at first. I put it together late s1 and was like "you know what, I can see it".

Anyway they're dorks

Lmfao this chat about the dumb sexiest man at the station awards and Buck thinking it's a given he's gonna get it. I put together where it was going a moment before it happened and boy this is SO FUNNY

Chimney's "Okay that is a beautiful man" and Hen "Where's the lie? And I like girls..." And Buck's FACE everything about this is incredible literally no one is normal about Eddie Diaz

Okay I can never figure out what's gonna squick me but for some reason the guy falling on the tyre pump really has me like D: things in the body that should not be in the body

Omg I'm CRYING Buck thinks his girlfriend is back in town but it's his sister's shower he's trying to climb into BUCK NO

Honestly being very mildly spoilered for this show is great because I keep figuring shit out like a second before it happens which only increases the comedy

I like Maddie immediately and I like her relationship with Buck

Oh, Buck. "She didn't break up with me, who told you that?" and Chimney suddenly getting reaaal interested in his workout.

"What are we measuring here, Buck?" Already thinking about seeing his dick, Eddie?

Aw they're gonna extract a bomb from a guy's leg together and become besties

Oh Buck you are a puppy dog. One nice word from new guy and you're rolling over to show your belly. Extreme dork behaviour.

We're only halfway through the episode, it took Buck 20 minutes to come round on the guy with the dreamy eyes, colour me shocked

Oh God we're cementing people's heads into microwaves now?? Could we perhaps NOT?

HE FELL INTO A POOL? WITH A BLOCK OF CEMENT ON HIS HEAD??

I just involuntarily shouted way too loud for the time of night it is.

Nightmare

Aw I love Athena getting good advice from her ex husband

I also love Hen and Chimney being friends and supporting each other it's cuuute

And of course Hen knew about Athena and Bobby. "Pay up!" So charming.

Guess I'd better pull the trigger on downloading the rest of this series

My impressions of 911, as at the end of 1x04:

So far I like the show a bunch!

I'd heard Buck starts out as a bit of a jerk but so far he's been a likeable one. It helps that there are (very nearly) consequences for his more outrageous behaviour.

I like Abby and Buck for each other but Abby as a character is appallingly under utilised. I feel like her role as a 911 operator underpinned the entire PREMISE of the show and yet it only took one episode for them to realise they didn't know what to do with her. She's also just... not a super compelling character? Maybe she'll get more interesting, I'm mostly mad because I think the concept is really solid but I'm not sold on the execution. The big problem with her personal life is that she doesn't have one, so it drags a bit when we spend so much time with her outside her job. At this stage I'm unsurprised she left after the first season, just because it feels like they don't quite know how to write for her.

I love Athena and oh boy is she doing it tough but I desperately need her to not use her power as a police officer to harass teenage girls. What the girl bullying her daughter did was terrible but she was still waaay out of line.

Related though, something I like about this show so far is that the characters' strengths are also their weaknesses. Buck is impulsive in ways that are good and bad; Abby is caring and empathetic, sometimes to a fault; the passion and assertiveness that makes Athena out of line with her daughter's bully is the same thing that makes her great at standing up to the assholes who deserve it. It's good character building.

I also like that characters are allowed to do shit bad enough to actually warrant censure from higher ups. And then receive appropriate condemnation for their behaviour. Often when shows try to do that kind of story line they go too soft on the characters either by over justifying why their bad behaviour is understandable or by having the consequences be wildly disproportionate to the wrongdoing in a way that makes them feel like the victim. So far 911 seem to be be striking a pretty solid balance on trusting the audience to empathise with the characters even when they do bad things and get called out by the narrative for those things.

I don't think the show has killed any kids yet, which I'm grateful for but also wary about. I'm betting they're saving that up for a real gut punch of an episode. I already cried over the mother in the plane who DIDN'T die?? If there are any big Kids Dying episodes I should watch out for maybe let me know. (I'm already aware of the basics of Bobby's backstory, though)

[chvnssecret]

soft doting dom!felix x fem!reader? watching movies turned into soft make outs and then … the deed lmfao ??

warnings - soft sex - soft choking - fingering (f receiving) - cumming - unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) - boob grabbing - slight breed kink - fem reader - praise. 18+

Your leg slouched over Felix’s lazily as the two of you watched the show playing on the tv. It was boring, and quite frankly you didn’t even want to watch it. Especially since his hand was caressing up and down your leg, making your mind wander to different places. He didn’t actually realise how distracting he was, simply tickling your inner thigh slightly making you sweat. You chewed your thumb, glancing at him every so often. “Why do you keep looking at me?” He laughed and squeezed your leg a little. “You’re too distracting.” You blurted out. This confidence gained from nowhere; usually Felix is the one to initiate sex. “Am I now?” He cocked a perfect brow, straying his hand closer to the top of your leg. You breathed in sharply, containing yourself for the next activities that were going to take place.

He stared into your eyes, making you shy from the endless contact he was giving. It was until he leaned in and kissed you that you could feel your cheeks burning up. His lips were soft, plump and in sync with yours perfectly. He raised his left hand to caress your jaw with his thumb, swiping it over the bone and to your chin. The kiss deepened, adding a tongue as you felt his torso with your hands. He was now laying between your legs, kissing you beautifully as your lips danced together. “God, baby. You’re too perfect.” As he slid your top over your head, the kiss was only broke for a mere second, attaching your lips back together immediately. Within seconds, the two of you were naked. The skin to skin contact was nice, it made you feel closer to him and more intimate. “Felix” You moaned his name as he sucked your neck gently, leaving tiny bruises in a poetic pattern. You tilted your head back to give him better access as he groped your boobs in the process. His fingers traced along the line of your panties before removing them off your legs. You bucked your hips a bit to help him slide them down, leaving you bare and naked. The cold air hitting your sex made you realise how wet you actually were for him. “So wet for me.” He smiled into the kiss as he traced one finger up your folds. Sliding it back down, he entered it slowly, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. Your moans became breathy and shaky, wanting more. “Another.” You thrusted onto his fingers as he added another. “I need to stretch you out, baby. Be patient for me, yeah?” He spoke against your lips as he sucked them; swelling them purple.

His fingers wiggled inside of you like a “come hither” motion, intentionally hitting your g spot every time. “Need you, Lix.” You tugged at the back of his hair as he moaned deeply into your mouth. “You can have me, beautiful. I’m all yours.” Your eyes squeezed shut at his words, imagining him pumping in and out of you with his length. He removed his fingers with a squelch of your juices, wiping them on your thigh as he pulled himself up onto his arms. His elbows were either side of your head, bending down to add more kisses to your lips. He thrusted into you the first try, sliding in carefully so he doesn’t hurt you. The way his cock puzzled perfectly to your entrance was so enticing, it never got boring or old. In fact, every time you had sex, it got better. More intimate, more lustful and more full of love. “Feels so good.” You managed to breathe out between moans. He chuckled against your lips, filling his ego. “You always feel so good.” He complimented you. Your cheeks flushed red. With each roll of his hips, his tip hit your sweet spot. You arched your back with relief, thrusting against his length to deepen his cock. Felix’s breaths became choppy as he thrusted into you, jolting every time he did. The way his low toned groans vibrated through your body made you feel electric. One of your hands tangled through his hair as the other scratched down his back lightly. He leaned down, engulfed you and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

There was barely enough space on the sofa for activities; Felix always made it work nevertheless. “Mm, my sweet girl. How are you so perfect? You make me want to fill you up.” He kissed your temples as you moaned into his slightly sweaty neck. “Please do. I want all of you inside me, Lix.” The nickname made him drool. “I will, baby. I’m close.” He growled as he latched his lips back onto yours. It wasn’t long until you felt his cock twitching inside of you, shooting his cum. Your legs tensed and vibrated around his back with arousal, finishing yourself off too. “Ah, I love you.” He breathed out as he flopped on top of you. “I love you too, babe.” As you ran your fingers through his hair.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Surprise Guest

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: somno, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spitroasting, oral (f,m receiving), degradation, praise, double penetration, threesome, praise, creampie, anal this is so nasty lmfao

Genre: smut with light fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home from a mission and brings you a surprise

***

"Hey doll, we've got a guest." Your boyfriend mutters in your ear, though the voice doesn't register for you, too deep in sleep.

You shift slightly in your sleep as you feel a slow pressure building in your abdomen. Your face contorts softly at the warmth spreading through you.

"Look at that Stevie- so responsive. Even asleep. I mean she's dripping." The voice is muted- sounding too far away for you to make sense of it.

"God you're right- she always this ready for you?" A different voice. You think. You're still struggling to wake up.

"Yeah, she is. Always ready to play for me. Watch this." Suddenly, the feeling of something pressing against your center with increasing pressure causes your back to arch, finally pulling you out of sleep. You rub your eyes as you turn to face your boyfriend with a lazy smile.

"Hi." You mewl as he continues to gently stroke your clit.

"Hello sweetness." He smiles at you.

"Did you just get in?" You ask breathing out a sigh of pleasure.

"A few minutes ago, yeah."

"Successful mission?" You ask.

"Very. Thought I'd bring you a surprise." Bucky smirks.

"I love when you surprise me like this." You hum, speaking slowly to not stutter over your words.

"This isn't the surprise doll, we have a guest." Bucky says. You blink, that got your attention.

"What- what are you talking about?" You mutter. Bucky's free hand grabs your jaw and kisses you ferociously, your legs slowly closing around his hand because of the awkward angle he's turned you. You pull away from him when another set of hands yanks your legs open.

"Legs open- I wanna see the way your greedy pussy takes Buck's fingers." You let out a soft gasp.

"Stevie." you say quietly causing him to look up and wink at you.

"Hello princess." Steve says with a slow smile. You clamor for your comforter, trying to cover yourself instinctively.

"Sorry sweetness, took the covers off you when I got in. Couldn't have you hiding yourself from Stevie like that. I promised him he could help me break you tonight." Bucky says into your ear. You shudder at the idea as Bucky shoves two fingers into you.

"Fuck." You say breathlessly, grinding into his hand, fingers thrusting into you quickly.

"Besides, Stevie's already seen your pretty cunt thanks to you so helpfully sleeping naked. And I know how you love being watched anyway." Bucky adds.

"Wait- you guys are serious?" Your words are broken up by a few moans, struggling to focus through Bucky's ministrations.

"Well- I know you've been wanting Cap here to slut you out baby- and Steve's been desperate to fuck you stupid forever now." Bucky says.

"All you have to do is say you want us sweetheart." Steve says, his eyes sliding up your body from where his gaze was locked on the way your pussy drips around Bucky's hand.

"Do you baby? Do you want me and Steve to have you? Want us to completely fucking wreck you? Treat you like our pretty little slut?" Bucky asks.

"Y-yes. Yes please." You moan on the edge of an orgasm.

"Say it doll. Please what?" Bucky demands.

"Please- ruin me. Fuck me stupid. Make your dumb little cock slut." You whine, grinding against Bucky's fingers that drive you closer to finishing.

"Cum. Make a mess all over my fingers for us sweetness." Bucky growls in your ear. He curls his fingers as his thumb presses hard against your clit, making you cum with a gasp.

"Such a pretty girl." Steve muses.

"You should taste her Stevie." Bucky says, taking his fingers out of you to suck on them himself.

"Oh I plan to." Steve muses. You bite your lip as Steve licks a wide stripe along your slit. Bucky's thumb pulls your lip free from your teeth.

"Don't bite your lip. We want to hear every sound until you're a broken whimpering mess, begging us to stop." He says though his words hardly register as Steve has busied himself laving your clit with attention. Your hands grip at his hair and tug almost too harshly but the moan he releases that vibrates against your bundle of nerves lets you know he likes it and you tug again to feel his sounds of pleasure against you again.

"S-Steve- fuck that feels so good." You whine, grinding against his face as you chase your second orgasm.

"Never knew you were so good with your tongue bud." Bucky chuckles, amused by the way your body reacts to his best friend.

"You don't know all my tricks Buck." Steve mutters still pressed against you so it comes out muffled and you cry out at the way his words send jolts of pleasure through you.

"Guys I- I'm close- oh I'm close." You mewl. Steve's fingers slide inside you at the warning and immediately curl up. He wastes no time finding that spongy spot inside you that has you spasming against him, your eyes squeezing shut tightly at the force of your orgasm.

"How're you doing baby? You ready for more?" Bucky asks.

"B-Bucky, I want to suck your dick." You say, a moan punctuating your statement as Steve is still between your legs.

"Yeah? You wanna choke on my cock doll?" Bucky asks, forcing you to look at him even while Steve continues to make you thrash against his tongue.

"Y-yes- p-please Bucky." You whimper- a sharp gasp following when your third orgasm hits you unexpectedly.

"Pal keep that up and she'll be wrecked before either of us gets to fuck her." Bucky says.

"Doesn't sound too bad. She tastes fucking amazing." Steve says, finally pulling away from you with a smile.

"We've got plans for tonight Steve- you can spend hours eating her out some other time." Bucky says getting off the bed to shed his clothes. With a slightly dramatized sigh Steve follows his lead and steps away long enough to take off his clothes.

"Alright sweetness, you ready to get spitroasted like a whore for us?" Steve asks, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Yes- yes please." You whine, squirming impatiently against the tip of Steve's hard dick. With his hands at your hips to hold you still, Steve thrusts into you sharply. Your back arches at the way he fills you and you moan loudly. Bucky uses the opportunity to shove his own dick into your open mouth.

"Fuck your pussy is so tight y/n." Steve groans as he sets a rhythm of deep, hard thrusts while Bucky's hand tangles in your hair and he fucks into your mouth harshly. You moan around Bucky at the overwhelming feeling of being filled at both ends.

"That's it doll, fuck you're so good with your mouth." Bucky huffs as you slurp loudly around his length though you struggle to focus with Steve rutting into your pussy the way he is.

"Bucky man how do you not spend everyday fucking this sweet pussy?" Steve's voice is strained as he savors the feel of your wet heat.

"She feels amazing doesn't she." Bucky smirks.

"Yeah." Steve hums.

"Tell her that. Talk to our little slut about how good she feels Stevie." Bucky says. Your walls involuntarily squeeze around Steve's length and he grunts.

"Fuck princess the way you're squeezing me feels so good." Steve says, his thrusts picking up in speed and you moan around Bucky.

"Holy shit babydoll I love your mouth." Bucky throws his head back. Steve's hand dips down to toy with your sensitive clit, pushing you towards another orgasm.

"Come on pretty girl, wanna feel you cum all over my cock like a good little whore." Steve says as he rubs harsh circles. His free hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place as you writhe against him.

"You heard him baby- be good and cum for us." Bucky growls, reaching over and tugging at your nipple. The extra simulation throws you over the edge with a moan being garbled by Bucky's dick. Bucky grunts at the vibrations of your moan. With three more well-timed thrusts Steve's hips stutter and he stills inside you- hot cum splashing against your walls. Steve pulls out to watch the way your cunt spasms around nothing and his release drips out of you.

"Fuck that's a pretty sight." Steve muses, spreading your legs to get a better look. You whine at his heated gaze while Bucky busies himself using your mouth to get off. Suddenly you feel a finger prodding at your other entrance and you squirm slightly.

"Relax doll. Stevie's gonna use your pretty little ass next. You'll let him won't you? A good slut would let us use all her holes wouldn't she Steve?" Bucky says.

"Well yes, all our girl's holes should be ours." Steve says as he inserts a finger into your puckered hole.

"You'll let Steve use your ass, right baby? Like a good whore?" Bucky asks looking down at you. You nod eagerly as best as you can even as you choke on his cock.

"That's our girl." Steve muses as he slowly works his fingers in and out of you to open you up for him. while Bucky continues chasing his own release. You swallow around him with every deep thrust until he's spilling down your throat with a hiss. When Bucky pulls out of your mouth his hand tilts your face towards him.

"Open." Bucky orders and you show him your mouth full of his cum. "Swallow." He says and you do, opening your mouth again to prove you'd done it. "Good girl." He strokes your cheek as you relax into the sheets. Steve readjusts to lay on the bed.

"We're not done with you yet princess." Steve says lifting you onto his lap and shoving his still hard length into your ass. You groan at the foreign feeling. Steve pulls you against him, your back to his chest as Bucky kneels between your legs. Steve holds your legs open as Bucky slides into your cunt. The mess of yours and Steve's releases makes it easy for him to bottom out. You shake around their lengths, the fullness almost too much to handle. Steve's hands tighten around your thighs and Bucky's hands grip closer to your knees as the two begin thrusting in and out of you. It takes them a moment to figure out a rhythm but once they've got it they're pumping in and out of you quickly. Moans tumble uncontrolled out of your mouth at the way their cocks drag against your walls.

"Fuck you're even tighter here." Steve grunts into your ear.

"You made such a mess of her pussy Steve- it feels so fucking wet." Bucky groans.

"How you feelin princess?" Steve asks.

"Good- full. So full- fuck." Your words come out as broken moans, as you lean your head back on Steve's shoulder.

"You're so good for us. Taking our dicks so well." Bucky says.

"She was made for it Buck. The way she squeezes so perfectly. It's like her body was designed for us to stuff her with our cocks." Steve says and both of them feel the way you clench around them at the way they speak.

"You like that doll? Knowing you were made to be our little cock slut?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah- yes fuck I'm your cock slut. I love being stuffed. Love getting stretched by your huge dicks. Fuck it feels so good." You moan.

"Fuck you're perfect princess." Steve says and you can feel the growl in his chest against your back as they both drill into you. Bucky's flesh hand leaves your leg to toy with your too sensitive clit. You jerk against his touch, trying to get away but trapped between the two men.

"B-Buck baby- I can't- n-not again- 's too much." You whine desperately.

"Yes you can babydoll. I've taken more from you before. I know you can cum again for us." Bucky says continuing to rub painfully pleasurable circles into your clit.

"Just one more darling. Just give us one more." Steve hums against your neck, covering the unmarked sides in blooms that match the ones bucky left earlier.

"Don't you wanna be good for us?" Bucky asks.

"All you have to do is cum for us baby- we'll fill you up real good as soon as you do." One of Steve's hands drops your thigh to toy with one of your nipples, tweaking and tugging the hardened bud, sending sharp tugs of pleasure to your abdomen. The two overload your senses until you're crying out their names as you shatter with the force of another orgasm.

"That's it." Bucky hums quietly as he works you through it.

"P-please. Please- please please." you brokenly sob as the aftershocks wrack your body.

"Good girl." Steve says placing his hand back around your thigh and tightening his grip. With a glance at Bucky that you miss as you struggle to catch your breath both men snap their hips against you harder causing your eyes to snap open with a scream. Bucky and Steve use your holes to chase their orgasms, disregarding your wails at the torturous pleasure they put you through.

"We're gonna fill you up real good doll." Bucky grunts above you.

"Stuff you full of our cum, you'll be gaping and leaking like a properly used cumslut." Steve says.

"Please- please god please!" You whine breathlessly, writhing between their bodies that trap you while they get their fill.

"You like that idea slut? Wanna be dripping cum from both holes like that's all you're good for? Bet you'd look real pretty." Bucky huffs.

"Y-yes yes please please want it so bad." You mewl. Bucky's hips stutter then, grunting at the way you squeeze him. It only takes two more thrusts for him to still as his release mixes with Steve's that still stains your cunt. Bucky's release seems to trigger Steve's and the feeling of hot cum filling your ass makes you shudder.

Bucky and Steve wait for your breathing to slow before either makes a move to pull out. Bucky moves first and then helps Steve lift you off of him to place you on the bed. Your eyes refuse to open as you listen to movement throughout the room.

"Even prettier than I imagined." You hear Bucky muse. You think you hear the sound of a phone taking pictures but you're barely remaining conscious at this point- too blissed out to make sense of the sounds.

"This is definitely a sight I could look at forever." Steve hums appreciatively. You groan tiredly when you try to adjust and your muscles ache.

"We'll work on that." Bucky chuckles.

"Hey don't get my hopes up man." Steve jokes with his friend.

"Can you grab a rag from the bathroom? Need to clean her up so she can sleep well." Bucky asks.

"Sure man." Steve says. A few moments later a wet rag drags over your skin and you whine in protest when it makes contact with your leaking holes.

"It's alright my love- I've just got to clean you up a little. Don't think you can handle a shower right now." Bucky jokes.

"Speaking of- I need one. I'll catch you later Buck." Steve says.

"I'll text you when she's up so we can talk." Bucky says. You don't catch Steve's reply- finally giving up on your fight with sleep as Bucky finishes cleaning you up in silence. You feel the bed dip just as you let sleep claim you, partially wondering what this talk with Steve will entail but too exhausted to think about it for long.

Talking with Steve will have to wait.

***

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 9

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky brings you and Mackenzie with him to an important meeting.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Uhhhh hmm work tension, sexual tension, idk Bucky and Mackenzie being annoying as usual lmao

A/N: ALSO I know I haven’t mentioned what the fuck Bucky’s company is all about because c’mon, I didn’t expect I’d get this far lmao so IDK there might be continuity issues or inaccuracies or whatevah, just ignore it lmao it’s fiction. ANYWAAAY, I just want to say how GRATEFUL AND OVERWHELMED I am with the amount of attention that this series is getting. I appreciate every feedback, every ask and every freaking debate about this shit lmfao. I love you guys. I can’t put into words how much I appreciate you all askcnasjkcnak bye

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Don't let Bucky or Mackenzie get to you.

Mark's advice rang in your ears like a chant as you watched Bucky and Mackenzie's exchange about the project. Joining them in the conference room for a major brainstorming session was you and a couple of people from your team with Beverly taking down the minutes of the meeting.

The upcoming project was a huge one, given that Barnes Group of Companies was a huge name in the automobile industry. Meanwhile, Wilson Enterprises is one of the biggest autonomous vehicle technology companies out there. This partnership was one for the books, possibly an industry changer too.

You wanted to be a part of it, wanted to spearhead the entire thing and watching Mackenzie take the reigns on this one was truly making your blood boil.

"That sounds like a nice idea, Kenzie." Bucky praised, nodding his head.

Mackenzie shrugged, "It's what I do, Buck." she said.

"Yeah, it's a great idea. I do have some comments though, if you don't mind?" you asked.

Bucky and Mackenzie exchanged glances before turning to you. You glanced at Bucky for a quick second before ignoring the way he was eyeing you with genuine interest.

"I know that bringing in a celebrity to endorse this brand new model would definitely create noise around the partnership. Although I think that would take the spotlight away from the actual product we're creating here. We want customers to focus on the brand new car model and the technology that Wilson Enterprises will be providing it with, not on the celebrity endorser." you explained.

Mackenzie hummed, "I get where you are coming from. That's a good point, actually. But a celebrity endorser will pretty much do everything for the brand. Have him up on billboards and different advertisements and you're all set." she further explained.

You chuckled, "But then how will people understand what the entire partnership is all about? Aren't we supposed to be communicating a certain message to our consumers? Wouldn't it be better to hold an event to launch the product instead? Invite the press and key opinion leaders to spread the word. Have Bucky and Mister Wilson talk about this partnership. They're famous and powerful enough to get the message across. Why waste the budget on a celebrity when we literally have everything we need to make noise?" you shrugged.

The entire room was silent after your feedback, even Mackenzie wasn't able to respond to your suggestion. Glancing over at Bucky, you saw that he was giving you the look-- the one with half-lidded eyes matched with a head tilt, the one that often resulted to him giving you a very nice reward once office hours are over.

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, you quickly looked away and shrugged your shoulders, "I mean, that's just my two cents. Having worked here for years, I just based it on my experience. You're the expert here, Mackenzie." you offered a proud smile.

Mackenzie tried to brush it off and turned to Bucky, "What do you think, Buck? I'm still into the idea of hiring a celebrity. That's good publicity. And let's not get worried about the budget now," she said, placing a hand on top of Bucky's that was resting on the table, "I have a lot of connections so I can definitely get an endorser for a much lower rate." she reassured.

"We may have a huge budget for this, but that doesn't automatically mean that we have to use it all up. We can allocate it somewhere else, maybe start a CSR campaign as well? We are, after all, coming out with an environmental-friendly model." you suggested.

You heard Bucky when he took a sharp inhale, bringing his hands up to rub his lips as if in deep thought. He then turned to Beverly, however, his eyes remained on you.

"Take note of everything she says." he reminded her before standing up.

He asked everyone else in the room of their opinions, whether it was your or Mackenzie's idea that the company will go for. The team was divided in half, some of them preferring Mackenzie's celebrity pitch probably because they didn't want to do a lot of work.

Bucky nodded, "Well, I guess we'll have to discuss both ideas with my partner Sam and let's see where we will go from there. I have a meeting with him this afternoon, I need you and Kenzie with me there." he said, looking at your before turning to Kenzie with a charming smile.

Don't let them get to you.

-

You've never wanted for the ground to swallow you up until this moment as you stood behind Bucky and Mackenzie in the elevator. This felt so much more uncomfortable than when you shared it with Bucky after swiping right with him on Tinder. There was still tension and it felt so much worse now because you didn't know whether it was between you and Bucky or him and Mackenzie.

Fucking Mackenzie and her nicely manicured nails which always seemed find its way around Bucky's arm. You eyed her hands as they squeezed his arm, the both of them talking in hushed voices as if you weren't standing behind them.

"I've been dying to try this restaurant, I heard they serve good food. Do you want to go have dinner there sometime this week?" she asked Bucky.

"I'll check my schedule, which restaurant is this?" he asked.

When Mackenzie uttered the name of that restaurant where you celebrated your promotion, you and Bucky choked on your own spits at the same time. Warmth crept up to your cheeks at the same time Bucky's ears reddened.

"Oh, what's going on?" Mackenzie asked with a nervous chuckle as she looked at you and Bucky, struggling with your coughs.

You recovered first and shook your head, "Sorry, I get allergies. Anyway, I've been to that restaurant. They do serve good food, the staff was very hospitable as well. I'm sure Bucky would enjoy it there." you said with a smile, pushing your way past them when the elevators door slid open.

Mackenzie asking Bucky whether he was up for dinner was the last thing you heard. Good luck explaining to her why he's banned from there, you thought to yourself.

Bucky led the way to his car and it instantly brought certain memories back. You weren't going to lie, you missed the fucking and how Bucky always made sure to take care of your needs. Seeing his car was enough to make your thighs clench at the memory of him fingering you as he drove.

His gaze was on you when he opened the door to the passenger's seat, his eyes inviting as you approached him. And just as when you were about to slip in, he turned over to Mackenzie and gestured for her to get in.

What a fucking asshole, you thought to yourself as you took a step back to ride in the back instead. You tried to keep your expression stoic when you saw that Bucky checked for a reaction. He seemed perplexed when he saw that you didn't react that much to what he did.

One hundred points to Gryffindor.

-

The location for the meeting was at a nearby restaurant so you didn't suffer that much during the entire ride. Mackenzie was busy with her phone anyway, typing out messages with those manicured fingers you were beginning to hate.

By the time all three of you arrived, Sam was already there. He donned a navy blue suit and he was rocking it. You'd seen his photos on the internet and knew that he was good-looking, but seeing him in the flesh, you were stunned at how gorgeous he was. Sam stood up when he saw Bucky, offering a kind smile to you and Mackenzie.

You weren't sure whether you were just being assuming or what, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on you longer that it did with Mackenzie.

"Sam." Bucky greeted, shaking his hand before introducing you and Mackenzie.

Sam shook Mackenzie's hand first before he turned to you. You took his hand and introduced yourself, "Mister Wilson." you said.

"Please, just Sam." he told you as he gently squeezed your hand before letting go.

"Have a seat." Sam said to Bucky and Mackenzie before pulling out the chair next to him, motioning for you to sit down.

You thanked him and sat down; straightening up, you were met with Bucky's watchful gaze as he sat down across you. Your attention was taken away when Sam asked what you wanted to order, he even suggested a certain dish and immediately went to discuss that it was his favorite thing to order.

This was going to be an interesting meeting.

And interesting it truly was, because you didn't expect for Sam to be so laid-back and easy to communicate with. He wasn't one of those uptight CEOs who were very intimidating to work with. Simply put, he was the complete opposite of Bucky. While Bucky was ice cold, Sam was sunshine and warmth with his attitude.

When it came down to pitching your and Mackenzie's ideas to him, you suddenly got nervous. Sam wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; from what you've read, he started off working regular jobs before he climbed his way to the top. He was a self-made man and he had extensive knowledge in the marketing industry, having a doctorate degree in the said area.

Mackenzie was the first to discuss her strategy about hiring a celebrity endorser. She said it was fast and straight to the point. When it was your turn, you started off a bit shaky but eventually found your pacing.

"We wanted to ask you how this should go on about. I know that the offer for a partnership came from our end and that we're supposed to pitch the details for it. But we wanted you to be involved in this as much as we are." Bucky further explained.

Sam nodded and let out an amused chuckle, "I really appreciate this, Buck. I was going to ask you if I can contribute with the planning as well. I'm very particular when it comes to marketing our products." he said.

"That being said, I loved both ideas. I think hiring a celebrity endorser is good." he said, making Mackenzie smile proudly.

"But I would rather hold an event to launch the product. You understand the product and what we want to do with it. It's not just a brand new car, it's an innovation and the messaging is very important. I'm very impressed." Sam said, his attention geared towards you.

"Wow, I'm honored." you laughed. "Coming from you, I mean I've read about the marketing studies you did. Pretty big deal to receive a compliment from you." you admitted.

It was meant to be a genuine reaction, really. You had no ill intentions for it, you didn't do it to make Bucky jealous or get the upper hand. However, your passion for your career and area of expertise seemed to favor you. It had Bucky on edge, seeing you and Sam get along so well.

You didn't even need to check for Bucky's reaction because he simply cleared his throat and excused himself to go to the restroom. Mackenzie seemed unbothered though, when Sam favored your pitch over hers. You couldn't read her, sometimes she'd come off competitive but right now, she was unaffected.

When Bucky got back, he was quick to finalize the meeting, "I guess it's a done deal then. We'll work on the details of the launch and maybe we can set another meeting for the major presentation for your approval?" he asked Sam.

"That sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to working with you." Sam told everyone, although he did seem to be directly addressing you.

"Alright, I'm leaving too." Mackenzie announced after Sam left the restaurant.

"Oh, you're not heading back to the office with us?" Bucky asked.

Mackenzie shook her head, throwing her bag over her shoulder, "I have another meeting. You know how it is with freelance work." she said as all three of you stood up to head outside of the restaurant.

"My Uber's here, I guess I'll see you both sometime this week." she said and waved at you before turning to Bucky and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm counting on that dinner, okay?" she reminded before slipping into her Uber, leaving you and Bucky to head back to the office together.

Alone with Bucky. In his car. The exact same car where plenty of fucking happened. Again, you chanted Mark’s advice in your head over and over again.

Don’t let Bucky get to you. And most of all, don’t cave in.

You quickly slipped inside the front seat of Bucky’s car before he could even open it up for you. The air was thick between you and Bucky and it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Reaching for the seatbelt, you tugged at it but it wouldn’t budge. Cursing to yourself, you tried again but to no avail.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing. Seatbelt’s just stuck.” you grunted, using both your hands to pull down at it.

“Here, let me.”

Suddenly, Bucky reached over to your seatbelt and tried to fix it. His face was inches away from yours and you literally felt your insides jump at how you were immediately drowned in his perfume. If you moved forward so much as half an inch, your lips would already be pressing against the corner of Bucky’s mouth. And that thought was sending your senses into overdrive.

Do not. Cave. In.

The loud click of the seatbelt made you relax and thank goodness that Bucky was quick to move away from you, fixing his suit before starting the engine. The office may just be nearby but the fact that you and Bucky were together was making it feel like it was going to be an hour-long drive.

“So what do you think about Sam?” Bucky asked out of the blue.

He was gauging you, trying to get a reaction from you. Maybe he was expecting you to be flirty with your response, or be defensive even? You weren’t going to give him that.

“I think he’s great. Like I said, I’ve read his marketing studies and they were very insightful. I learned a lot.”

Plain, simple and safe. There was no hidden meanings and no malice; you were doing great at this whole not letting Bucky get to you thing. You made a mental note to thank Mark for his advice.

“He seems interested in you.” Bucky said again, shrugging his shoulders a bit and trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

“Well we are in the same field of expertise and I was very straightforward about admiring his skills. I’d be disappointed if he brushed off my ideas.” you slightly chuckled.

“I liked Mackenzie’s idea better, honestly.” Bucky blurted out.

By this time, you had Bucky’s plans figured out. He was coming for your job, using it as a bait to get a reaction out from you. He knew how much your career meant for you, how competitive you were in your field. Whenever his other tactics wouldn’t work, he’d always go for the career aspect.

“It was good.” you agreed, turning to Bucky with a small smile. “I think we can do that for other campaigns. Just not with this partnership. I like her.” you said.

“You do?” Bucky asked in surprise before he cleared his throat upon realizing that he sort of broke his facade.

You shrugged, “She’s a headstrong woman. She reminds me of myself actually.”

If you were alone, you would have given yourself a high-five because that statement truly made Bucky think. His forehead creased as he drove, his hand rubbing his chin and his jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.

It was silent inside the car for a brief moment, before it was interrupted by the trilling of Bucky’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket but before he could even answer it, it slipped out of his hand and disappeared beneath his seat.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed, both his hands on the steering wheel as he continued to drive, his attention divided between driving and searching for his ringing phone.

“Shit.” he hissed again, not knowing how to get his phone while driving. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on the road again. “Baby, can you get it for me?”

You almost missed the term of endearment. Almost. It was obviously a slip of the tongue because he genuinely didn’t seem to realize that he called you that. Bucky was more focused on the road rather than processing what he just said. You chose to ignore it the same way you did to the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Yeah, okay.” you said and reached over to him, bending down to look for his phone.

In a split second, your face was right in front of Bucky’s crotch as you tried to reach beneath his car seat. You tried to ignore the bulge that was staring right at you and let your hand do the searching.

“Can you reach it?” Bucky asked.

You straightened up, “No. Can you pull aside?” you asked.

Bucky checked the surroundings and then the rearview mirror, “We can’t. We’re at a no loading and unloading zone.” he explained.

The phone continues to trill and it doesn’t seem like it would stop any time now. You sighed and removed your seatbelt before stretching your body over Bucky, slipping underneath his arms on the steering wheel so you can fully reach under his seat.

From another car’s view, you looked like you were giving him a blowjob. Not that you haven’t done that before, in this same car.

Finally, you felt his phone at the tip of your fingers and stretched further, your free hand coming to grip Bucky’s thigh unintentionally. It was only when you felt his muscles flex beneath his trousers that you realized how near your hand was to his crotch.

“Did you,” Bucky cleared his throat. “Did you get it?” he stammered.

You still have a certain effect on him, how very nice. Biting back a smirk, you hummed in response before pulling back and then handing him his phone casually. Mackenzie’s name was flashing on the screen as the phone continued to ring.

“Sorry, can you answer it and put it on speakerphone?” Bucky asked again.

You shrugged and did as you were told, holding the phone near Bucky as he continued to drive.

“Hey, Kenzie. Sorry, I dropped my phone. What’s up?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, so my meeting got cancelled at the last minute. I was thinking maybe we can grab that dinner tonight instead?”

Bucky stole a quick glance from you but your face remained stoic, your hand steady as you held out his phone.

“Sure, how does around 7pm sound? I can pick you up.” Bucky offered.

“Sounds great. So are we checking that restaurant I was talking about?”

Bucky’s ears turned red again but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking of trying out a different one. I honestly didn’t like their dessert.”

Huh, that was weird. You and Bucky didn’t even make it to--

Fuck, he was talking about you, you realized. Clenching your jaw, you tried to keep calm. He was trying to get a rise out of you, don’t give in. Don’t react. Bucky’s conversation with Mackenzie didn’t last long and ended when they settled the location for their dinner.

The ride back to the office was quiet again, until your phone lit up from a notification. Bucky was already parking in the basement when you checked your phone, an audible gasp slipping past your lips upon reading the notification from LinkedIn.

Samuel Wilson wants to connect with you.

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Ya think we could see some uhhhhh yandere Brian vs Yandere Tim over someone and them just not being willing to share at all (or them dominating an s/o together sjdjsjshjsjd it's ok if ya don't!!!!!) 😳😳😳

Yandere Hoodie and Yandere Masky Not Willing to Share/Dominating F!SO

I listened to WAP the entire time I wrote this, nice vibes. I made it headcanons because ngl I do not have the mental energy to fully flesh this out, apologies---- if you are a minor, DNI

[Warnings: double penetration, jealous sex, language, creampie, general rough sex]

So, normally when I think of poly relationships in creepypasta, they're all so extremely possessive literally none of them would even consider being in a poly relationship except for Brian and Tim. It just makes sense imo, those two would want to date each other and you at the same time.

Also I write Brian/Hoodie and Tim/Masky as different people. This time, I'm writing them much more as Hoodie and Masky

Now that that's out of the way-

What a situation you've found yourself in!

They're both extremely devoted, possessive partners. As yanderes, this is only exacerbated.

In the beginning, it was kind of hard to balance them because they're constantly at each other's throats.

Masky has a devotion to him that you can't quite understand. He values Hoodie as his best friend, but good gods he does not want that man standing in between him and you.

Hoodie is the exact same way.

Most days, this works into really biting words and venomous glances and glares.

You try to mediate them, but it's so hard lmfao.

One way you can mediate this, rather, they take it into their own hands, is them just dragging you off and fucking some sense into you. That's literally it.

"You can't just keep hogging her," Masky hisses, dark eyes full of frustration as Hoodie holds you closer on his lap. You can feel Hoodie's thumbs rubbing small circles on your waist.

"What are you going to do about it?" He cockily replies back.

Masky stalks over. "Fucking watch me."

Here you are now, thrown onto the bed, stuck in between them. You can hardly breathe as Masky kisses at your thighs and Hoodie fondles your chest, his lips connected to your neck. Hoodie's hazel eyes peer through the lust to see Masky leaving marks on your thighs. "Don't you dare-"

Masky leaves a bruised kiss, planting his signature on your skin.

Hoodie rolls his eyes and begins to mark up your neck, his fingers teasing your nipples, earning sinful sounds from your mouth.

Masky furrows his brows and drags his fingers into your heated pussy, his tongue swirling your clit, making you cry out.

Hoodie grumbles something under his breath before capturing your lips with his, his hands caressing your body.

They're trying to hard to one up each other but you don't care! You are lost in the pleasure.

Masky's fingers begin to fuck you harder, the slick coating him and he chuckles against your skin. "Look at you," he murmurs as he trails those kisses down your slit.

Hoodie's eyes briefly flick down before he squeezes your chest just a little harder. You close your eyes and buck into Masky's hand.

Masky's tongue dives past your puffy, bruised lips lapping at your sweetness.

"Turn her over," Hoodie huskily breathes, palming his cock as he says it.

Masky obliges, flipping you so you're on your hands and knees like you weigh nothing. He hums as he spreads your legs apart and noses you, his tongue licking your lips before his fingers hold your pussy open to him. He wiggles his tongue back in, chuckling when you shudder against him.

Hoodie's thumb traces your bottom lip. "Open."

And you do.

Before you know it, his cock is stuffed in your mouth, his hair tickling your nose as he brushes his fingers against your scalp. He's not taking his time, just using you. The way he looks down at you is kinda hot though.

"You're such an animal," Masky says as he rolls his eyes before another broad lick of his tongue up your slit. He takes out his cock, ready to bury it inside of you when Hoodie momentarily pauses.

"You greedy bastard," he chuckles.

"you're the one abusing her throat," Masky shrugs, the head of his cock rubbing up and down your pussy.

You moan against Hoodie, eyes looking up at him with desire.

"Where do you want me?" Hoodie asks, slowly leaving your mouth, the pearls of precum creating thin strings that connect from your lips to his cock.

Your eyes glance backwards.

"Use your words."

Hoodie raises a brow and glances at Masky.

"If that's what she wants," he hums.

"Fine, then you're bottoming."

"What?"

Hoodie pushes you back to Masky's chest, the brown haired man having no choice but to let you on his lap and fold against him as he catches you.

Hoodie reaches down, spreads your pussy open with his fingers and uses his other hand to guide Masky in, a small grin on his lips as he does so. "Buck your hips."

Masky plants his lips to your shoulder and does so, filling you thickly, and almost completely.

A sharp moan leaves your throat as he does so, every inch of his thick cock dragging against your walls, his veins pulsing.

Masky grunts as he does so, his hands gripping your thighs as he holds you apart.

"Let me get you ready for him," Masky mumbles in your ear as he begins to rut his hips into you, making your heart bound in your chest.

The feeling is almost overwhelming as Hoodie fingers your clit, rubbing and circling you.

Your mind goes hazy with lust as Masky fucks you harder, his strong hands holding your thighs apart as Hoodie rubs himself.

"Think she's ready?" Hoodie muses.

"Why don't you find out?" Masky teases, lips pressing to your neck. He's once again holding you open wide for Hoodie.

Hoodie's fingers leave your clit before he lines up with your filled cunt. He presses his lips to yours, capturing you warmly, teeth clashing together to distract you momentarily as he slips his cock inside of you, brushing against Masky's.

You let out a loud cry, tears filling your eyes from the pure over stimulation, thighs tensing and your hands flying to Hoodie's back as he thrusts his hips upwards, eventually sheathing himself inside of you.

"Good girl," he murmurs as he pulls from your lips, gently kissing your tears away.

You pant deeply as both he and Masky still inside of you.

"You okay?" They ask softly, peppering your warm skin in kisses.

You nod, your body growing used to the feeling of both of them. You lean back into Masky's chest as both he and Hoodie begin to move at the same pace.

You feel so impossibly full and can't help but mewl as their hands reach down between your legs, playing with your clit and not leaving any part of you unattended.

Every now and then, they chide the other, but they're getting lost in the pleasure too.

They mark you up so much!!

Eventually, they work up to a damn near brutal pace.

You're crying out in pleasure, thighs tensed as they buck into you.

Masky is gripping you so tightly.

Hoodie is thrusting in deeper and deeper.

You're so close to breaking.

They are too.

A string of curses leave their mouths as they pull back, roughly thrusting back into you, pushing you over your limit.

You almost scream, your orgasm ripping through you and making your cunt spasm, creaming rings around them, your thighs clamping together.

It's enough to throw them over the edge as well.

Suddenly, it's warm, really really warm. Masky growls as he curls into you, hands gripping your body as thick, creamy ropes of cum spurt out from him. Hoodie grits his teeth as his hips stutter forwards, his cock weeping cum into you.

They rut gently into you, ensuring you're filled as they ride out their highs.

One of your hands lovingly trace Hoodie's back, the other gripping Masky's hand.

You glance down at your abdomen that's puffed out from the sheer amount of cum - a heat rises over your cheeks.

Masky's lips rest on your neck again. "Good job," he murmurs.

Hoodie nuzzles the crown of your head, his lips planting softly.

You take in deep, labored breaths, a small, wiry smile spreading over your lips. "Are you guys gonna be territorial more often?"

Masky's dark eyes look into Hoodie's hazel ones.

Large smiles bloom over their faces, laughter overtakes the room.

[eddiegettingshot]

my interpretation of 704 and 705 was that buck was on the precipice of figuring out his feelings for eddie but subconsciously he’s rejecting it? half of 704 didn’t even feature tommy and buck was still vying for eddie’s attention. like bro ordered a fucking basketball to be sent to the firehouse (also the amazon product placement fucking kills me) just for a CHANCE to have eddie’s giant beautiful brown eyes on him 😭

buck hasnt really had a connection with someone the way he has with eddie outside of maddie and as someone who has experienced abandonment issues i 100% get buck just subconsciously tuning that out and refusing to acknowledge it in a lot of ways. he agonized so much about coming out to eddie too so i think he was just like “oh im not looking at that so it mustve been about tommy oh hes kissing me now, actually i like this”

also now that we know buck was attracted to eddie when they met (thanks oliver my beautiful angel) and he acted similarly in 201 compared to 704 it just feels more concrete to me

honestly would die to see some sort of scene with chimney about the whole situation being like “oh it was about tommy? honestly the whole time i thought you were having a meltdown over eddie” and then buck bluescreening lmfao

anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk -22 anon

yeah i think this is a pretty fair interpretation... i'm less generous than you though, i don't even think buck was on the verge of figuring out his feelings for eddie so much as finally understanding that there was something different there. in that way i actually agree with the idea of tommy as a stepping stone (i know it's blasphemy but there's barely any relationship happening on my screen + the whole 'bucktommy deserves to be its own thing' is silly they are not real lol who cares).

if tommy hadn't kissed him at the end of 7x04 i don't think buck would have been able to understand attraction as even being on the table. he probably would have just kept having his weird feelings about eddie and not known what to do with them. but the problem is twofold because now he understands attraction is possible but the opportunity to project his feelings elsewhere literally just dropped into his lap lol