#but like they cant be playing like that!!!

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dude i think you broke it

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[deesseshesca]

PAC: What they would do to your naked body that they will be afraid to admit ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~4 )

No, you are NOT dreaming ... SHE'S BACKKKK !

Pile 1 

Hey  girl/boy  hey ! How are you doing ? Miss y’all so much ! Anyways don't look at me like that … in what kind of mess did you put yourself into ? Imma move on but we definitely circling back to this next time. Now we are all about the way your next partner would dream about treating your naked body but will be too afraid to admit it. 

First thing first, y’all know I am not the one to sell y’all dreams, right ? No coming back did not change that side of me but babe you are the turning point in your next lover's life. I mean there's a clear before and after effect. Now I’m hearing the lyrics of Brokey: When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown

You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out). There's a difference; the second part of the verse does not apply to you. Like you did not do anything to make that person change. You did not want that person to change. They saw what you were about and decided to change their way. You might never know how much of a trash lover they were until they decide to be honest with you. In my vision, I see a guy dressed like a bad guy in the 50s looking at the pretty preppy girl in pink from a mile away and instead of wanting to do bad to her he want to show her how good love can get.She's the only one worth his good side. I aint saying y’all fit that narrative is just an analogy. 

In their mind, there's no crazy possessive act or even passion. If we stick to my vision, they want you in their pretty car, caressing your leg, keep losing themself in your pretty brown eyes (some of y’all have green eyes and enjoying deep conversion. They don't even want to take you out at night because they want to make sure you know they are serious and this is not some kind of trap. Now sometimes, late at night in their room, they may catch a boner because they mind is almost ``forcing`` them to think of you in a more sexual manner. They will think of kissing your neck (not leaving hickeys because the mere fact that you let them this close to your delicate energy is a privilege). Most of y’all in this pile have the bra game crack and under control (I am jealous tell me all your secrets, NOW !), your tits always look the fuck good. They would love to stare at them and you letting them do so not thinking he's a creep or not risking his chance with you. Caressing your inner thigh and also maybe playing a bit with your panties does cross their mind. They never go further than that because they need to focus on the bigger picture which is a long term commitment with you.  At the end of the day, their passiveness depends on your energy. If you ever give them hint of wanting more (fuck me eyes, playing with your tits, nasty texting …), they will jump on the occasion. 

They also enjoy how strict you are and love it when you remind them that you are not the one to play with. The fact that you can drop them that easily is a turn on for them. They also imagine you, squirting all over them. Overstimulating you with their munch abilities and flipping you around on their dicks at night they cant their mind out the gutter. 

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PILE  2

Hey to my lesbian girlypop. How is your cherry doing ? I hope you had all the fun you wanted while I was gone, if not good news the fun is coming. 

Your next partner's sexual thoughts about you, that they would be afraid to admit is that they want you. I think this person presents themself as straight until they meet you and you set fire to their POV. You may actually never know this person is thinking about you that way and if you miss the clue, you are going to miss out on a beautiful opportunity for some good sex because they are pretty lowkey. I ain't going to lie no matter what, this is not going to transform into a full blown relationship. You may have a habit of falling in love with a good box so guard yourself. Don't worry, this person is a gentle soul. I see y’all being FWB. Everytime they are going to think about it in a sexual manner is going to shook them because that's not who they are. They never wanted and thought of playing in the rainbow before you. They will take extra time reminiscing about your tits and your natural curvy body. Most of y’all reading this have an hourglass body or pear body no matter slim or thick. Y’all going to have good sex after having an honest discussion regarding y’all desires and the way y’all want to deal with it. 

Her love language is physical touch. She might get extra affectionate with you because she loves the feel of your bust on her. Another hint, you may need to catch. Funny enough, she also has a habit of falling in love which is quicker than you. Idk the relationship may be chaotic not the toxic kind and the sex bomb. Maybe because it comes with forbidden feelings. Anyways the ball is in your court, you decide if you want to mess with that or keep going in your dry spell era. 

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PILE 3 

How are you doing queen ? It has been a whole month since I left and you are still bedrotting ? What happens with all your goals set in Jan 2025… huh ? No, don't go away, I'm not stepping on your neck (this time at least). I am not here for that TODAY. Today is all about love and good vibes and you deserve all that. Even when you think you don't …

Let's dive into it ! To begin with, your next partner is going to think you are porn star beautiful. Don't worry I was mad for you when I got that message. Me (yesterday) : WTF DO U MEAN PORNSTAR BEAUTY ! Are u sex addicts because I swear my babes deserve better than that … Until my spiritual team told me to calm my butt down. Your next partner is no sex addict and he dont think your makeup is cakey. What he tries to make me understand is you have every attribute to make any man fall on their knees yet you are too insecure. In his sexual dream regarding you, you are more confident. Your dominant planet may be Venus and you may have a stellium in Taurus because everything you do is so sexy and sensual. Some of y’all have a rising sign in Scorpio with all that I have mentioned, damm another day wishing I could see y’all gorgeous face. Your voice is sweet like honey but very sexually inviting. Like you can be reciting a grocery list and you would make these men have blue balls. He could be on facetime masturbating to you just doing your laundry. You have a natural pretty face, your mannerism is enchanting and your voice oulalala dont worry they will not. If in your future you are down for that, you don't have to ask them twice. Calling you is their bad habit. They love receiving voice memos from you. Also they think you are hiding some kind of sexual talent. Maybe you know how to ride it well or you give good head. They know you are uncomfortable when it comes to sex. Most of you, your ex took your spark away when it comes to being sexy (funny this is single since birth …). Or maybe somebody you thought you were in a relationship with the whole time he was cheating with you which took your confidence away and left you with nothing but guilt.They want to feel like a boss, they would probably daydream about taking charge in the bedroom. Not full blown dominatrix but telling them where you want them to put their hands. Where you want them to kiss. Holding their head down while their munching. Would love for you to express how good you make them feel and how it is only them making you feel that way. They LIVE for your validation and YOUR validation ONLY. For some it is someone from your past not the bad ex/situationship is actually somebody you have good moments with but you naturally drift away and you are going to reconnect again. Fucking them would be full of longing and euphoria. Is almost like fucking on the clouds, so dreamy and soft. They can sense a growth in you when they see again, that you may take for granted. When they left you were more of a people pleaser and when they are coming back you have an ease in displaying your boundaries which they are going to be so proud of you for changing. I keep hearing : babygirl & ‘’ I am so proud of you’’. Throughout all your relationship they are always going to celebrate your wins whether they are small or huge. 

This man is definitely a white one. There's a high chance he has blue eyes and blond hair. Also he walks around with a sex playlist … lol. 

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PILE 4

Hey my wild rides. I missed your chaos. Don't tell the other you are secretly my fav energy (y’all : I could have swear a couple post ago, you said gentle & delicate soul were your fav… me: No need to fight ladies, Shesca has enough love for all of you (no me entering my douchebag era)). Anyways what kind of mess did you create and left like it was not your fault while I was gone. Is ok, you right … How could it ever be your fault? 

That being said, let's go back to the business that pays me (shameless promo, go get a private reading !). Talking about shamelessness, you like big dicks. Don't try to hide the cards rat you out a long time ago. Since it is supposed to be for my single since birth, y’all may have a size kinks. Which shows me that your type may be tall muscles guys. You may have something for big biceps. You don't want them gym rat way but more nerds type way that still go to the gym and send you pictures after they are done. I know your pussy just did that crazy twirl, let's calm down lady. The next person you are going to deal with is going to be your dreams come true. They are going to want you to be hooked on them and to only have eyes for them. Honestly they may be quite stoic from the outside in even their sense of style is quite minimal ( just wanted to add that they smell extra good) but inside they are fucking golden retrivers. They would do anything for you to compliment them. They will put that work in the bedroom girl ! Just for you, the pillow princess to say it was good. Is like a reward for them. You guys will need to find a middle ground. That is what they think about because compared to them you are tiny. They can easily break, they are actually scared of hurting you. Or embarrassing you with a run at the emergency room because he decided to go to deep inside. He will have an Aries mars … shit. Big dig, size kink and Aries mars … don't worry I am already calling the police on your behalf. In their daydream regarding your naked body, they are not actually picturing you naked. They are pictureing y’all kissing, caressing each other's body and you asking for more and them telling you, he can't because he is scared of hurting you.  

That person is an amazing cuddler and loves cuddling. Do not joke around about cuddling time, it may be one of your couple's traditions. Maybe before bed is mandatory y’all cuddle. Y’all may also have a tradition of always showering together.  He is also very vocal in the bedroom, talks dirty, moans, grunts and may even beg …

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[comatosebunny09]

it takes two | sylus & mc

sum: “sylus likes you,” she says offhandedly, toying with the second button of your blouse. you scoff. humor her, lips pulling. “what makes you say that?” “because i like you.”

cw: non-mc reader, female reader, girls love girls, cunnilingus, p-in-v, threesome (ffm), fingering, explicit language, clit slapping, oocness, 3.2k of filth, spawned by this ask, not proofread, mdni

now playing: bolero - bathe hell of a night - schoolboy q

Emcee’s smiling, and you know this won’t end well.

It’s mischievous how she sways her hips like that, pushing through Lux’s private room like she owns it. The other dancers part for her like a school of fish as she makes her way to you, slinking away like they know something you don’t.

She plops onto your lap like you’re her throne as the swinging doors slide shut, siphoning the air from your lungs. Drapes her arms around your shoulders, gaze bleeding sin. 

Instinctively, your hands drop to her waist to brace her, and you bounce her on your lap into a more comfortable position. Sink back into the red leather cushions of the loveseat, her body sliding further up your thighs with the shift.

Her smile is infectious. Melts away your surprise, making way for a sly curve of your lips. You get a whiff of her perfume, the conditioner in her hair, as she leans close until your noses bump, hair tickling your collarbones. 

You’ve got a face full of teeth and bad intentions. Her laughter is bewitching, furling in your stomach like the smoke occupying the red-tinged atmosphere, and the other girls trickle out of the room with knowing cants to their lips over her shoulder. 

“I’ve got an idea,” she murmurs beneath the thumping music, blurring back into focus, breath fanning over your already warmed cheeks, your lips. 

You lift a brow, studying her mouth. Back to her eyes. “Really?” you reply, intrigued. Enamored.

She nods slowly, a hand slipping from your shoulder to splay against your sternum. Fingers the second button of your blouse until it slips free.

“Sylus likes you,” she says offhandedly.

You scoff, sticky, disbelieving. She must’ve been drinking, because there’s no way in hell your boss likes you like that. Not when he looks at her like she’s the center of his universe, the star he orbits in slow, methodical rotations. 

Sure, you’ve quietly pined for him for years. Followed in his shadow like an obedient mastiff, ever faithful, ever watchful. But you could never imagine him returning your affections. Not with your hands stained red and scars littering your skin.

You humor her, lips pulling. “What makes you say that?” 

Emcee laughs, throwing her head back, hair spilling off her shoulders, as if you’ve said the funniest shit. You get a look at her throat, the tendons jumping there. Your mouth waters. Thighs twitch beneath her warm weight.

You track the glide of her fingers along your cheek, the slope of your jaw, in your peripheral vision until they curl around your chin, tilting your head back, and you’re faced with irises that bubble like heated liquid. 

“Because I like you.”

You’ve barely time to process the implications on her tongue before she’s pushing it into your mouth. Soft yet insistent. Commanding in a way that leaves you fucking spinning, out of your mind, sighing all hot into her mouth, fingers tight on her hips.

She kisses like bonfires and sea sprays. Like peaches growing beneath the sun, like drive-in movies in the summer, a band-aid on nicked skin. She sucks the air from your lungs into her own body like it’s hers. You can’t get a grip on things, for she’s shifting on your lap until she’s straddling you, full thighs bracketing yours, hands cupping your cheeks to keep your face in place.

You kiss her with equal fervency. Or at least, you try to. You pull, stroke, and bunch up the back of her blouse in favor of the supple glide of her skin, lost in the wet swipe of her tongue, in the slow-weighted roll of her hips, in the husky, pleasured sounds she bleeds into your mouth.

She’s pulling at the lapels of your blazer, and you catch her cue, leaning forward to help her tear the offending garment off your shoulders. You pulse beneath her, her mouth slanting possessively over yours, fingers threading into your hair, pulse roaring, nipples unbearably tight. 

Emcee tears away from the hot suction of your mouth with a sticky click, and you catch a glimpse of her lips glossed with spit in the low light. She blisters your chin with pecks before she finds her way to your neck. Sucks and nibbles on your throat, tongue licking out to ease welting skin, before she’s at it again—a vampire trying to siphon your life force through your skin. 

You exhale, craning your neck back, eyes sliding shut. You don’t know what you’ve done to warrant such treatment. But you don’t deter it, fingers curling around her ass to encourage her to grind against you. And she’s ruthless in her assault, bearing down on your lap, pussies dragging across each other, drawing the sweetest little noise from your throat. A laugh, disbelieving, breathy.

She busies herself with pulling your blouse buttons free as her mouth seals around your pulse point, sucking, licking, wide, wet. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been at this—making out with your partner, your charge, like some hormonal teen. But your head lolls forward, the space beyond her shoulder blurring and bending until you’re able to make out discernible shapes and colors through the haze, and, oh shit— 

“Really?” rolls a voice so deep, so enthralling, it disturbs the dust particles around you. Like the crackle of a fire burning through the underbrush, and you feel it curdling in your chest. 

Shock ripples through you once you put things together. Cold mortification. You sit up, Emcee not at all perturbed by his entry, by your rigidness, her fingers crawling over your sides and down to your hips after she’s pushed your shirt open, baring your torso to the crisp air.

Your mouth spills open, a slurry of excuses on your tongue, face heated. 

Sylus watches the pair of you from the bridge of his nose, arms crossed over a broad chest, finger tapping his bicep, hip cocked out like an impatient parent. He quirks an offended brow, lips thinned with mild irritation, and he’s a dangerous, dark cutout of power amid the steady scrawl of smoke. Satan incarnate, limned by Lux’s customary red glow, the columns casting ominous shadows across his face, that right eye glowing a corrupted shade of scarlet. 

You wince when Emcee sucks on your shoulder, the wet sound of it jarring, and a pitiful noise is pinched from your throat. Before you can offer an explanation, beg for your life, Sylus sighs, dropping his hands at his sides, seemingly resigned. He crosses the room in measured strides, like a panther prowling through a jungle, not once releasing you from the intoxicating pull of his gaze.

The cushions on the loveseat dip beneath his weight when he plops beside you, draping a long arm along the backrest, still staring like he’s witnessing the ultimate betrayal. What audacity you two must have, getting along without him.

You watch with a constricted throat as he snatches up the whiskey glass, stained with condensation, you’d been nursing earlier, dumping its contents down his throat in one go.

He scowls like a child who didn’t get his way after he sets the glass down with a definitive clack. And finally, finally, with your cheeks in her hands, Emcee draws back, face smooshed up against yours, smile wicked, playful. All teeth and sin, like a youth caught doing something they were clearly warned against.

Your pulse thunders in your ears. Mouth hovers around words that never come. Sylus could kill you with a snap of his fingers for touching his girl like this. For being so brazen in his club, in his territory, getting all handsy without his permission. 

You flinch, anticipating your demise. But it doesn’t come, and you peek an eye open, surprised to see he’s redirected his ire to the little temptress in your lap.

There’s something in their staredown. A quiet exchange you’re not in on as they study each other’s faces, brows and mouths twitching as if they’re inwardly mulling over something together. A war of the minds, a muted battle, almost like telepathy, and you’re their unwilling hostage. 

You feel like prey between two predators. Carrion waiting to be picked clean, hands stiff and wide around Emcee’s waist. She giggles again, her breasts warm and doughy as they push up against yours, and you cast her a warning look. This is no time to be laughing. No time to taunt the Devil when your life's on the line.

Sylus’ gaze slides to you, and you’re stricken. Something cold spills into your belly, branching down to occupy your nether regions at the weight his eyes carry. They’re hooded. Slip into a mysterious shade of garnet as he tilts his head down to scrutinize you, lips slightly parting, brows pinched in the inner corners. 

You blink wildly when, in one fluid motion, Sylus snatches Emcee from your lap onto his. You’re remiss of the warmth of her body despite the moment, watching wide-eyed as Sylus tugs her close to nip at her throat.

She snorts, burying her fingers in his collar, clinging to him as he dips her back to bite her shoulder. 

You feel like you shouldn’t be here. Like you’re impeding on something intimate, a glacial spike of disappointment lancing through you. But those eyes slide to you again, punching the air from your lungs, petrifying you. And you can’t recall a time you’ve ever seen him so…

Ravenous? Needy? Towards you?

There is no warning. No preamble when long digits curl around the nape of your neck, when rigid features pan in. He tugs you to him, sealing his lips to yours, tongue probing the wet cavern of your mouth, swallowing up the surprised little noise you make. 

Your shoulders drop once the shock peters. And you know you’ve lost your shit because you’re kissing him back. Your boss. Your employer. The focal point of your affections, your fantasies. You’re kissing him, tangling your tongues, pushing a breath into his mouth, tearing your fingers through his silken locks.

He groans into your mouth as if he’s waited lifetimes to kiss you. To experience you like this, and Emcee’s like a little imp, snickering as she occupies her fingers with unbuttoning his shirt, with sinking her teeth into his ear, dragging them across his lobe.

Sylus pulls away, lips imparting on a journey down your neck, blazing a path opposite where Emcee branded you. He sinks his teeth into your collarbone, and you toss your head back for the second time that night, breath all shaky, mind turning to smog. 

He alternates between kissing you and Emcee, and the positions are awkward as he tries his best to hold you both in the wide span of his arms on his lap. Tries his damndest to divvy up the attention, never leaving either of you enough time to catch your breath. 

You’re on your knees now on the cushions, lips sealed around his throat once Emcee’s set his pretty, warm ivory skin free. She’s opposite you, licking up his neck, along his jaw, and you pulse when he releases a shuddering breath, voice all ragged, pretty lashes sweeping over inflamed cheeks.

He’s gripping you both. Palms full of ass as the pair of you render him speechless with the devious scrape of your teeth, hands smoothing down his sculpted chest, his stomach, to knead the thick of him pulsing in his pants.

You part every so often from the salty tang of his skin to kiss Emcee, tongues wriggling, messy, giggling. Sylus humps into your kneading palms when you get too distracted, sighing so pretty, voice so sexy, so guttural, so needy. 

He’s leaning towards you now, ingesting you with those dangerous eyes before he pushes you down. Eases you onto your back, and Emcee’s crawling off his lap so he can moor you to the loveseat with his weight.

He’s kissing you again before you can catch your breath. Like snuffed out hearth fires, like the shifting gears of a muscle car, like the welcomed burn of brandy at the back of your throat. He notches himself between your splayed open legs, rolling his hips until the thick of him throbs against your swollen labia, and you see stars.

He’s commanding in everything he does. A steady, comforting pressure, swallowing you whole with overwhelming heat and the meticulous stroke of his palms. And you feel you’re dreaming, pulling at his neck, his shoulders, your body undulating like the lazy lap of waves against him. 

You almost forget she’s in the room—the source of this debauchery. Almost, until she’s maneuvering herself behind you on the loveseat, settling your head onto her lap, petting through your hair, laughing so sweet. 

Sylus flows like smoke, perching himself on sturdy palms to kiss her over you. And where you should feel left out, jealous of their unspoken bond, you burn, watching their mouths fuse, their tongues dance, hearing the sounds of their pleasured sighs taking place overhead.

He returns his attention to you, forgoing your mouth to brand your throat with kisses, down your shoulder, towards the swell of one breast. 

You arch against his mouth when he bites down, eyes hooded, peering up at the beauty overtop you. She’s all smiles, messy hair, swollen lips, before she angles herself down to steal the taste of your lips. And she’s got your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting through the lacy drag of your bra. 

You bite your lip, so deliciously out of it. The attention’s too much, the scenery hazy, your mind slowly disconnecting itself from your body, ascending.

Sylus is on a mission, blistering kisses down the ripple of your rib cage, groaning with each press of his lips like you’re a meal worth savoring. Down, down, down he ventures, teeth scraping the meat of your belly near your navel, before he lines the stretch of skin just above the cut of your slacks with reverent kisses. 

You lift your hips to help him pull your slacks off once he’s unlatched your belt and snatched the button free. And you can’t focus with his lips so close to your cunt, with his breath so hot, kissing where labia meets thigh, groaning at the earthy scent permeating through your damp panties.

Emcee pulls your tits free from your bra, kneading them in lazy arcs, testing their weight, their fullness, pushing them together, occasionally swiping her thumbs over your puckered nips. 

Her gaze simmers like heated liquid when she wets her fingers with her tongue, doubling down on her nipple-pinching efforts. And you’re rocking your hips, one hand reaching up for purchase of her blouse. Something to cling to while Sylus swipes his tongue up the seam of your cunt. 

Before you can think, Emcee’s on her knees beside you on the floor, licking your nipple into her mouth, massaging your unattended breast with her free hand, gaze unyielding as she watches you like something to be devoured. A meal to be licked clean, not a morsel left to spare. 

Sylus has your panties off and flung somewhere on the stage in the room’s center. And he’s gazing at you with equal desire, drawing your thigh onto his brawny shoulder, nosing your pretty, sticky cunt. 

He breathes against your muff, the heat of his breath making you twitch and throb, and you wiggle your hips pathetically, not sure if you want his mouth on you or off. 

In hindsight, this still feels so very wrong. Sandwiched between your boss and your partner. The catalyst for your heartbreak and your envy. But is it really so wrong if they’re both here, ravaging you like a prime cut of meat, writing the most sinful words of all against your body with their mouths? With the reverent scrawl of their fingers?

“Relax, sweetheart,” Emcee coos, dragging her mouth to pay similar homage to your other nipple. “Let us take care of you for once,” she breathes around your teat, fingers sliding down your stomach to tap your swollen cunt.

Once, twice, and your hips surge off the couch. And Sylus is there with that hot, devastating mouth to catch you, groaning into you, palms cupping your ass to keep you sealed to him as he spreads you open with a sweltering, wide tongue.

Your fingers instinctively thread through his hair as you ruck your hips up, humping against his mouth, calves strained as you roll on the tips of your toes. 

A moan swells in your throat. Emcee swallows it, having abandoned your pretty tits to push her tongue into your mouth, to render you speechless. She disconnects to suck on your throat, your pulse point. Crawls back overtop you, her clothed pussy pushing into your face as she pitches herself forward to spread your labia apart for Sylus to draw your clit into his mouth.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You’re desperate, one hand curled around Emcee’s thick thigh, quietly beseeching her to put something in your mouth. You’re eager for a taste, eager to please, to reciprocate. She peers down at you with pitying eyes, lips crooked in a smirk.

She leaves you momentarily to shimmy out of her shorts, panties sticky and kicked off, before bracketing your head with either of her legs. The earthy aroma of her cunt fills your nostrils before you bury your face in her muff, sucking, licking, and nipping to mirror Sylus’s mouth on you.

You lose it when a thick finger tests the pucker of your cunt before dipping inside. He digs a little deeper with each pump of his finger until he’s knuckle-deep inside you. And you’re remiss of the hot suction of his mouth before the sticky click of mouths fusing reaches you. Instead of Sylus’ lips sealing to the seam of your cunt, a smaller mouth wraps around your clit, wrenching the sluttiest little sound from your throat.

They work in tandem to undo you. Alternate whose mouth is on you, whose fingers are in the tight clench of pussy, before both their tongues attack your clit. They feast on you, groaning like they’re appreciative of the meal. You can’t focus, releasing Emcee’s clit to bite down on her inner thigh, eyes screwed shut, fingers tight on her thighs.

You break at the seams, that sparkling feeling washing over you. Pins and needles in your extremities, vision white, voice lodged in your throat as you cum. 

By the time you return to your skin, float down, chasing the even push of your breath, Emcee’s hovering over your legs. Hands braced on either side of your hips, face screwed up in pleasure. 

She’s so gorgeous, panting like that, tits bouncing, Sylus’ fingers bruising, tight on her hips. She’s reaching for your hand as Sylus takes her from behind, and from your vantage point, you can’t tell where he ends and she begins. 

You twine your fingers with hers, still descending, and you smile. A sloppy, enamored, tired thing, holding tight as their grunts and whimpers salt the air. The clop of wet skin to skin accompanies it, breathiness, pleasure.

Your gaze slides up, blurry, body boneless, and Sylus studies you, mouth hanging open with the effort of breathing. Even long after Emcee’s fallen onto her stomach, wrapping her lips around your clit for something to muffle her voice, the power of Sylus’ thrusts too much to bear, he watches you through his hair framing his face, a reverent, wolfish gleam to his eyes. It borders predatory, carrying a silent threat: you’re next. 

You throb, smile crazed, fingers filtering through Emcee’s hair to hold her in place as she sucks on your abused clit.

You’re counting on it.

[raefayel]

she's busy!

the consequences of playing a lil prank on caleb ;p

warnings: filth! u call him sir n he uses some derogatory terms!! nice lil aftercare tho

minors dni ^.^ this was reposted from my (deactivated) twt ;p

“busy, huh?” caleb growls as he snaps his hips into you, the force of his thrusts pushing you further into the couch.

his hand trailing upwards on your body before groping at your tits. “‘m sorry sir ‘m s-so sorry i cant,” you whine out as your hands reach out to hold onto anything nearby. you look up at him through your tear filled eyes, pretty black streaks from your smudged makeup coloring your face, the mere sight of you all ruined and fucked out making him groan out in pleasure.

your tears are his weakness, making his already rock hard cock even harder and you feel him twitching inside you at the sight of them. it makes you feel like a doll, your suffering bringing him so much satisfaction. only he can make you like this, dumb you down till you're babbling and unable to make any coherent sentences, can only whine in pleasure and pain. a dumb lil doll, all for his using.

“you know how much i hate the thought of any one having you,” he grunts as he wraps his hand around your neck, watching your eyes widen slightly and your breath hitch.

you shake your head quickly, trying to come up with another excuse or an apology, but your brain is too cloudy. you can't. “what made you think that was a good prank, hm?” he asks you, his eyes fully focused on the way you're writhing and squirming. a sick grin painting his face as he watches you drool stupidly. he loves this. he loves you.

“answer me, mutt. i asked you a question.” he mutters, his hips never ceasing its attacks on your pussy. you muster the remaining energy you have to reply to him, and he can see that, he can see that you're really trying your best. it fills him with pride. “‘m sorry i really- fuck, i really thought it would be funny im so sorry sir ill never do it again.” youre really crying at this point, unable to keep up with the pleasure he's bringing you.

“oh baby, you truly are so precious,” he chuckles as he wipes your tears with his thumb before popping it in his mouth, the salty fluid making him throw his head back, a loud throaty moan escaping him. your pussy twitches around his cock at the sight, unable to control your incoming high. “f-fuck fuck, sir ‘m gonna cum, please,” you breathe out, your eyes widening as he quickens his pace, the wet noises of your cunt echoing in the room as your whines get louder and louder. “yeah? fuck, pretty, me too.” his thumb moving to flick at your clit a couple times before your back arches off the couch, and feel yourself wetting his abdomen. “f-fuck yeah, cum for me baby, make a mess all over me.” he breathes out before pushing his hips into you one last time, cock twitching in you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

you're breathing heavily out of exhaustion, caleb holds your face in his hands and presses soft kisses all over. “you okay baby?” he mutters and you nod, a small smile stretching your lips. he chuckles, moves your hair out of your face before mumbling, “i love you pretty girl.” hes so soft with you, holding you like you're his entire world, the only thing that ever matters in the universe. you giggle at him, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “i love you more.” he grins at you, and gets up, pulling out of you with a wince. “let's get your pretty ass cleaned up, yeah?”

[bills5lut]

practice

warnings: smut, praise, dom!bottom billie, sub!top reader, fingering (b receiving), oral (b receiving)

synopsis: billie helps you perfect your guitar playing for a new song you’re writing, then she helps you practice something else.

w/c: 1.6k

You’re alone in Finneas’s home studio, warm lamplight spilling over mixing consoles and scattered notes of lyrics for a song he’s kindly helping you produce. Your guitar is in your hand, laptop open to your half finished track, displayed large on the three huge monitors ahead of you sprawled across the desk.

Finneas gives you a little thumbs up, as he grabs his car keys,

“Back in an hour” he shouts over his shoulder, and you hear the front door click upstairs, leaving you with just the low hum of the monitor and the repeating loop of the metronome.

Your fingers find its way to your guitar, sighing as you try again, plucking a chord that rings out sour, fingers fumbling with the tuning pegs. Your brows furrow, and you huff, as seemingly nothing is working, strings buzzing and whining with every futile attempt.

The stairwell light flicks on, and you see Billie standing there, watching you with a gentle half smile thats equal parts amused and curious, slouchy sweats and a large statement tee, hair tossed back in a careless pony.

She steps over slowly, giggling a little at each attempt, the strings only whining and screeching more. You laugh, trying to brush off the embarrassment, after all you barley know Billie beyond passing hello’s when you’ve been working with Finneas and you don’t want this to be her first real impression of you.

“Sorry” you mumble, between forced laughs, “Everything seems to be going wrong today”

She shakes her head, not bothered

“Need a hand?” She says, low, teasing.

You nod, your cheeks warming as she reaches over you to adjust the low E string. As she approaches, you catch the warm scent of her musky vanilla perfume, and instinctively inhale. Her body curves around the back of your chair, warmth radiating through the fabric of your shirt as her stomach presses against your spine through the back of the wooden chair.

She guides your hand to the tuning peg, twisting it together, the soft brush of your fingers, the pressure of her nail bed against your finger pad making you shiver.

“There” She murmurs, almost to herself, lips close to your ear. Her fingers ghost over the frets as she plays a chord, and the string finally hums true “Perfect” she hums, and you feel every muscle in your neck tense.

Laughter bubbles between you, as you play another chord, nodding, shaking your head with embarrassment.

“Im not sure why I couldn’t get that right, clearly just having a day where I forget how to do the one thing I am usually alright at” You run your hand through your hair, giggling.

“It’s alright, we all get like that” her hand hovers over the strings, pulling yours to do the same, and she plays again, “Yeah thats better”

She leans forward, musk invading your nose and your eyes almost flutter shut. Your vision is slightly obscured by her tits, covered by the shirt, as she taps away at the keyboard, tutting through her lips as she plays about on the laptop, suddenly, your voice, and the beat you and Finneas had worked on, plays through the surround speakers and you cringe at the sound of your voice.

“You sound good” She murmurs, as the first part of the beat loops over and over, the first few lyrics playing continuously. Your cheeks flush red, and all you can manage is a whispered,

“Thanks”

She settles back behind you, her breath tickling your ears.

She teases slightly, “Bet you cant hold it for four bars without fucking it up again”

You chuckle, starting to play as the beat loops to the beginning again, and you turn slightly as you do, her dark braid swinging a little as she nods, lips morphing into a slight curve.

She taps the drum pattern along with the beat flowing from the speakers with her foot, guiding you a little, then you miss a transition and she laughs,

“its alright its alright, c’mere” She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and guides your fingers back into place.

You start playing again, her hand wraps around your waist, holding your hand a little up, helping you move it with the chords.

Your breath catches as her fingers skim across your skin, leaning into her as you play the chord progression.

“That’s so much better”, she murmurs, hand trailing up along your skin a little more.

You miss a beat, again, and Billie teases, “Give it another go.” You laugh, the sound echoing across the walls, and the tension melting slightly. Mid strum, your head turns, gaze meeting her blue irises, and the music appears to fade, despite still blaring clear. Billie leans in slightly, and you close the gap, pressing your lips to hers, soft, testing.

The body of the guitar catches the edge of the chair, and Billie quickly deepens the kiss, leaning deeper, moving her legs around you so she’s straddling you. One hand cups your breast over your shirt, the other tracing her nails up and down your neck. Her confidence is obvious as she takes control of each movement, you fumble in awe at her ease, her experience.

You pull back, voice shaking, hands going up in the air and shaking your head,

“Billie, Im.. Im not used to this. I don’t.. I’ve, I’ve never really..”

Billie’s breath hitches, and she cuts you off, slipping her hands under your t shirt and massaging the small of your back, pressing closer, murmuring

“I can help you practice” She whispers, soft reassuring smile on her face

Billie eases back from the chair, and the guitar slips from your hands with a soft thud, strings vibrating. She cups your waist and shepherds you over to the couch, knees straddling your thighs as you sink into the cushions, her fingers slip beneath your shirt, brushing your skin.

She nuzzles her face against your neck, planting soft, slow kisses,

“Just follow me.” She mumbles, breath hot against your neck, guiding your hands to her own hips, splaying your fingers slightly, she looks down at you, tilting her head a little, nodding you along in encouragement as you run your hands up and down her sides.

Billie interlaces both your hands, and pushes them upward, so you are helping her take her top off, her lace bralette that isn’t hiding much coming into view. Your breath hitches, and she giggles a little.

“Shh, you’ve got it, just..” She takes your top off, revealing your bra, tits spilling out a little, then cups your tits with her hands, thumbs stroking slightly “Now you try”

She takes her hands away, and you tentatively place your hands on her tits, she nods, smiling softly. Slowly, you gain more confidence, taking her bra off, and she lets out a sigh of approval.

You linger on the feel of her skin as the fabric snaps free, enjoying the warmth under your palms.

Her breathing quickens as you get a little bolder, tipping her head back, as you take her tit into your hand and caress it softly.

She guides your hand to her waistband, and you fumble with it, until her sweats slide off, and she grabs your hands, moving them up and down her thighs.

Billies heat pools at her centre, she grips your wrists softly, guiding your hands to her stomach, before helping them roam to the elastic of her underwear.

“This okay?” You say in a shaky exhale, and Billie holds back a laugh, of course it’s okay, she’s practically making you do everything so of course she’s okay with it, but she doesn’t laugh. She strokes your cheek softly with her fingertips, murmuring

“Mhm, perfect”

She lifts her hips in a subtle thrust, helping you take off her cotton panties, then nestles back into the sofa, thighs opening slightly, as you take in her bare skin.

Billie positions your hands at her core, smiling reassuringly, breathing out

“Gentle”

Her hands come to stroke your hips reassuringly, as you trace a fingertip through her slit, and her hands squeeze your hips harder, an instruction to go deeper.

Her hips twitch as your fingers slide deeper, titling her pelvis up, guiding your rhythm, moaning approvingly.

“That’s good, thats so good baby, just like that” She murmurs, still softly stroking your skin in praise.

Billie parts her lips, breathing your name, then leans back, guiding your head between her thighs with a slight push, “Taste me”

As your tongue swirls in slow circles around her clit, she threads her fingers through your head, tugging gently to encourage firmer pressure.

Between moans, she gasps out, “little faster”

You hum against her clit, speeding your tongue a little, and she breathes out moaning, “There, yeah, fuck thats better”

She props herself on an elbow, taking your hands back to her tits, helping you cup and roll her nipples while your tongue works her clit.

You lock her gaze as her back arches, pressing her pussy closer to your face, and she nods, smiling, moaning, “Doing so good pretty, so good, don’t stop”

You melt at the praise, continuing, and her hips begin to buck against your face, between ragged breaths Billie coaching,

“Harder, keep same pace just a little harder baby- oh fuck, yeah, yeah”

Her legs squeeze around your face, mumbled praises coming out at an increasing speed, until the soft glow from the monitors illuminates her face as she cums, nails grazing your skin.

You glance up from between her thighs, chin coated in her cum, mumbling, “Was that okay?”

Billie nods, draping a hand around your shoulder, pulling you up to lay on her chest, “Mhm, so good baby, perfect practice.”

[starboye]

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everything reminds him of you

how about you be the killer and i be the helpless victim

"aw look babe it misses you"

all that work fighting crime and what not really leaves dick pent up

even while gaming dick cant stop thinking about you

"im sorry babe I didn't mean too, just one more round please i can take it"

sometimes dick has needs too

dick vibes but side note i love the shuddering breaths in this vid like omg yes

one day sooner or later you'll get to fuck dick because with an ass like that it's begging to be ruined

conner watching ass dick shows him who can fuck you better

dick on the way to your house thinking off all the nasty things he'll do to you after you sent him that picture of you in lingerie

dick sometimes likes to play sext cops and robbers with you over facetime and this time he got to be the robber

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[cephaloph0re]

we're going back to the first thanksgiving

everyone lets do this ok? play touys

[starry-bi-sky]

writing about Bruce's speculations in chapter 5 of WTNS was the best part of his POV hands down. It meant I got to force everyone to listen to me infodump about my in-world lore and in some cases character studies, and they couldn't do anything but listen because it was vital to the chapter.

Danny isn't gonna go on an in-depth internal monologue about blood blossoms because he already knows what they are and what they do. So unless prompted, he's not gonna explain them in detail. He's also not gonna go into detail about what Vlad does or what his motivations are because he already knows Vlad and has a pretty good grasp on why he does shit. (although the blood blossoms did absolutely throw him for a loop)

BRUCE meanwhile doesn't know any of this stuff. So he's got to research Vlad and Blood Blossoms and all this stuff and then form his own conclusions and theories from that. It also makes an extra challenge for myself because i have to remember not to meta and keep in mind that he doesn't have the same knowledge on ghost stuff as Danny, and thus everything he knows is from a limited lens.

It's great, it's fantastic, it's my enrichment. Coming up with conclusions for Bruce to come to with the info he's got on hand is delightful. It's like im playing logic puzzles.

[tinyshyteacup]

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Tw: Cussing, Fluff, Angst, Tension, abduction, medical procedures.

Part 19

Words of Command - Part 20

The kitchen is bright and humming with low ambient noise. A small speaker tucked behind a fruit bowl plays an old Sam Cooke tune, low enough that you can hear the gentle sizzle of olive oil in the pan.

You’re standing at the counter, stirring a pan of vegetables, your sleeves pushed up.

Bucky enters quietly, like he always does—soft-footed despite the heavy boots. He doesn’t speak at first. He watches.

You don’t notice him right away, which means he gets a few seconds of just seeing you. You, completely at peace, humming softly along with the music.

The pan sizzles as you toss in fresh herbs, and the smell—lemon, garlic, thyme—spills into the air like memory.

He finally steps closer, enough that you feel the shift in the room.

You look over your shoulder and smile gently. “Hey, Bucky.”

He leans against the counter, metal hand tucked under his elbow, thumb grazing his jaw. “You always cook for everyone"

You hum softly in response but go back to stirring, but he doesn’t move away. In fact, he steps closer, eyes on your hands.

Then, he clears his throat. “Can I cook for you sometime?”

You blink, glancing back at him.

He’s still calm, but there’s a certain tension under the words—hope, uncertainty.

Before you can answer, Agent Collins strolls in holding a tablet and a half-eaten protein bar.

He immediately picks up on the atmosphere but—unsurprisingly—completely misreads it.

“Oh! You two playing house again?” he grins. “That’s adorable. Can I get you m-matching aprons?”

Bucky freezes.

It’s subtle—but unmistakable. His body goes from relaxed to alert in half a second.

The set of his jaw hardens, his blue eyes flicking toward Collins with restrained calculation.

Not danger.

Just control.

And irritation.

Your voice, soft but steady, cuts in before Bucky has a chance to say anything.

“Hey Collins, could you give us a minute, please?”

He blinks. “Oh—uh. Yeah. Sure. S-sorry.”

As he leaves, Bucky doesn’t watch him go. His attention is on you. Like he’s waiting for a signal.

You place the spoon down gently and turn to face him. Head tilted back slightly, that open expression Bucky always reacts to like it’s sunlight.

“You want to cook for me?” you ask with a warm smile.

He nods, serious now. “I been learning. Watching videos. I even asked Steve to help. Don’t laugh.”

“I’d never laugh, Bucky.”

He exhales slowly. “I figured… it might be a good way to say thanks. For everything. For… being patient with me. Letting me figure stuff out at my own pace.”

You wipe your hands on a dish towel, then reach up—very gently—and brush a thumb against his cheek. He closes his eyes for a beat. Doesn’t lean in, but doesn’t pull away either.

“I’d love that,” you whisper.

He opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He takes a deep breath, then reaches—delicately—and takes your hand in both of his.

He cradles it gently. Thumb grazing over your knuckles like they’re something fragile, precious. His touch is reverent.

“and I sort of want to—” he begins, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

He clears his throat again, like preparing for a speech, his brows twitch just once, then he bends—slowly, hesitantly as he lifts your hand—and presses the softest kiss to your knuckles.

It lingers, for just a moment. He draws in a breath as if memorizing the shape of your hand against his lips.

When he straightens, he doesn’t let go.

“I want to take care of you too, Doll.”

Your breath catches.

His voice is low and gravelled with emotion.

Not urgent.

Not needy.

Just true.

It’s a simple sentence, but it carries weight—guilt, tenderness, and something he hasn’t yet named for himself.

The golden hour light filters through the tall windows, warm and soft. The compound’s kitchen is quieter now—the after-dinner lull has settled in.

Dishes are drying on the rack, the radio has been switched off, and the only sound is the occasional hum of the fridge.

You’re at the counter, tying off the trash bag with practiced ease. Bucky’s nearby, drying his hands on a cloth towel. He hasn’t said much since the meal, though there’s a lingering softness in his eyes.

And a warmth in your chest.

You turn to lift the bag, but Bucky steps forward, hand out.

“I’ll take that,” he murmurs.

You tilt your head. “Its all good, I got it”

He hesitates for a moment, then chuckles under his breath, brushing his metal hand through his hair. "I'll come with you"

You chuckle almost to yourself "I think I can handle a trashcan Bucky"

“C'mon Doll, where you go I go right ?" He grins, using your line against you.

“Not this time" you giggle "I'll be right back.”

Bucky blinks, as if returning from somewhere distant. "Yea, right ... of course"

You thread your fingers through his flesh hand and give a quick squeeze. "Ten minutes tops"

As you walk away, you don’t see him watching you. You don’t see Collins slink further into the corridor. And Bucky—still standing in the low light, metal thumb brushing flesh where your skin had just been.

The elevator doors hiss open with a mechanical sigh. The hallway is colder here—dim lighting, exposed pipes trailing overhead, and the sharp antiseptic bite of a place too sterile for comfort. You step into the corridor, trash bag in hand, the soft shuffle of your slippers the only sound.

The bins are down a short corridor, but a faint scrape of a shoe against concrete freezes you mid-step.

"How was dinner?"

You turned to see Agent Collins leaning against a concrete pillar, his uniform slightly rumpled and askew as always.

"Collins. You scared me." You forced a smile, but something about his posture doesn't seem normal. "What are you doing down here?"

"Waiting for you." His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Been waiting a long time, actually. Watching you with Barnes. Interesting development today—a date, is it?"

He straightens slowly. Too slowly.

Your eyes adjust.

Gone is the clumsy smile, the fumbled clipboard, the half-stammered apologies. He stands tall now—calm, deliberate.

There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before. His tie is loosened, his posture firm.

Calculated.

He smiles.

But it’s not kind.

“Funny, isn’t it?” he says, voice like oil. “How easily people believe what they want to see.”

You freeze, trash bag still in hand. “What do you mean?”

He steps forward, hands folded behind his back like a lecture’s about to begin.

“I mean... all it took was a slouch, some bad posture, and a few jokes about coffee machines. And poof—I’m harmless. Endearing, even.”

He chuckles.

It’s empty.

Your heart begins to thrum. You set the trash down slowly, deliberately.

“You’ve been watching us ?,” you say quietly.

“Just you. You’re the key, sweetheart.”

He takes a step closer.

“That’s what you don’t realize. He doesn’t even realize it. You’re not just the Asset’s handler. You could break them in half with a whisper.”

Your lips part, but no words come.

“Thing is…” Collins continues, circling a little. “I don’t think you even know how much control you have. Affection? Tenderness ?” He scoffs. “Loyalty? That’s real control.”

The air feels too tight. The pipes overhead groan faintly, the shadows stretching unnaturally across the floor.

“And don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you... Not personally."

A chill ran down your spine. "I don't know what you're talking about," you said, your hand sliding into your pocket for your key card or your phone.

Collins chuckled. "Looking for this?" He held up your phone, then tossed it to the ground, crushing it under his boot. "Sloppy. Really sloppy."

You backed away slowly. "JARVIS," you called out, hoping the surveillance extended to the parking garage.

"Disabled on this level," Collins said, advancing toward you. "For about fifteen minutes. More than enough time."

You glanced toward the emergency stairwell. Maybe thirty feet away.

"Don't," he warned, but you were already running.

You made it fifteen feet before something sliced through the air and wrapped around your ankles. You slammed onto the concrete, pain exploding in your palms and chin.

"They always pick the hard way," Collins sighed, strolling toward you casually as you struggled with the bola wrapped around your legs.

You swung wildly as Collins approached, your fist connecting with nothing but air.

His laugh cut through you as he easily dodged your desperate attempts. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Get away from me," you gasp, scrambling backward.

"Adorable."

His first blow caught you across the face, snapping your head back and filling your mouth with blood.

You swung wildly again, a panicked flailing that Collins barely needed to block.

"This is just sad, you live with the Avengers ... can't even defend yourself" he said, not even breathing hard while you gasped for air. "But I suppose that's why you're perfect."

Perfect? The word made no sense through the haze of fear and pain.

You tried to crawl away, fingernails scraping against concrete. Collins planted a boot on your back, forcing you flat against the cold floor.

"Bucky, Tony ... the team ... they'll find me," you managed to say, tasting blood. "They'll come for you."

Collins pressed his boot harder, making it difficult to breathe. "They won't, and Barnes ... He's still the Asset—he just doesn't know it yet."

He leaned down. "And you're going to help us."

He flipped you over with his foot, and you saw the syringe in his hand.

"No—" you tried to scream, but his hand clamped over your mouth as the needle plunged into your neck.

"You should be honored," Collins whispered as your vision began to blur. "You're exactly what we've been looking for."

The last thing you saw was his face hovering above yours, his expression almost reverent.

"Hail Hydra," he whispered.

And then darkness.

Cold.

So cold.

Your eyelids felt like lead as you forced them open.

Harsh white light stabbed into your retinas.

Metal restraints bit into your wrists and ankles.

The antiseptic smell burned your nostrils.

Your stomach cramped painfully with hunger, a hollow ache, you must've been unconscious for far longer than just a few hours.

"...perfect candidate physically," a clinical voice was saying. "Psychological profile matches all parameters. Proximity to the Asset is an unexpected bonus."

"What about the previous failures?" Another voice—Collins, though not the Collins you where used to there was no stammer, no awkwardness this Collins was still cold, precise.

"Subjects One through Six all exhibited fatal cerebral hemorrhaging during the procedure," the clinical voice replied. "But those were older subjects with established neural pathways. This one's more... malleable."

"Recovery time?" Collins pressed.

"If she survives the procedure—which I believe she will—Asset 437 could be operational within 8 months."

"Too long," Collins said. "We need her ready before the Asset recovers fully."

"The chair is prepped and ready," a third voice interjected. "But Dr. Lindstrom wants to run baseline tests first."

"The chair worked on the Asset in less than 24 hours," Collins countered. "We know the technology is sound."

"The Asset required memory suppression only," the clinical voice replied. "For Asset 437, we need complete memory erasure followed by new implantation. More complex, more dangerous. The chair needs to be recalibrated."

A face appeared above you—a woman in a lab coat, cold eyes behind thick glasses.

She noticed your open eyes and smiled thinly to the other people in the room

"Subject is conscious," she announced, making a note on a tablet. "Beginning preliminary assessment for Asset 437 program."

You tried to speak, but your voice didn't come.

You tried to move, but the restraints held firm.

All you could do was lie there, a scream building inside you with nowhere to go.

Your stomach growled loudly—an oddly intense hunger gnawing at you considering you'd eaten just before leaving the tower.

The woman raised an eyebrow and noted something on her tablet.

"Subject exhibiting unusual metabolic response already. Estimated time since last meal, only 2-4 hours, yet showing signs of advanced hunger. Promising indication of compatibility with the initial dose of serum."

Through the glass wall of your cell, you could see more labs, more equipment. More people in white coats moving with purpose.

In the adjacent room, partially visible through a doorway, you glimpsed a nightmarish mechanical chair with restraints and a halo-like apparatus that hung ominously above it.

The floor beneath it was stained dark in places, despite obvious attempts to clean it.

And on a whiteboard across from your cell, written in red marker.

ASSET 437: STAGE ONE IN PROGRESS

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you finally understood what Collins had meant by "perfect."

They weren't going to use you to get to Bucky.

They were going to erase you completely and build something new from what remained.

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A/N: this concludes 'Words of Command' but there story continues in the next part, everyone who has been tagged in this will be tagged in the next part, a small warning it does get dark for a while, but it will have a positive ending.

[ziggy-stardust-drinks-napalm]

spotify

perpetually messy

blue

yeah, i chose it. i think it fits me.

in a relationship hell yeah

friendly, adventurous, anxious

auburn, a little more red in the summer

i dont have a car

thrift stores, anywhere at the mall

grunge

tumblr

idk what it's called, not queen but not twin

2 brothers, one older, one younger

a big city. theres a lot of stuff to do.

i dont have snap 😭😭

i dont use makeup

7, i have ocd and freak the fuck out if i dont get a shower

stranger things, idk i usually just watch movies

9

im not admitting this

sneakers. i havent worn a shoe other than my converse in years

not often, i work out but dont usually use equipment since i cant drive

getting slushies and snacks and then walking around or finding somewhere thatll let us up on the roof and chill, or teaching them how to skateboard

37 bucks and some coins

white with high mushrooms on them

1

no, im tryna get one soon though

depends on what you count as a friend

i didnt realize venting to someone without asking wasnt ok since i was younger and vented to this person on a constant without asking, still feel bad about it

anything woodsy. pine trees mostly, palo santo too.

pat, alejo, andres

taj, max, tina

FINN WOLFHARDD but pauly shores up there too

melissa mccarthy

finn wolfhard

between talladega nights, a beautiful mind, prayers for bobby, and it (2017)

horror, especially stephen king i love stephen king. misery.

brains.

im the juice guy

at least like 8 i dont really remember

been a son (nirvana), as we go up we go down (guided by voices), tourette's (nirvana), pigs (cypress hill), noid (tyler the creator), dont push (sublime), paranoia (C.C.T.V.), freaks (pat and the pissers), ziggy stardust (david bowie), abduction (callejera)

yeah

oily

being stuck in a situation

maybe 3? idk i wanna foster older kids so i guess they would come and go so it would prolly add up

i dont rlly do my hair, its like shaggy shortish, kinda mullety but not rlly so i dont have to do it. if i rlly want i can tiny it in a tiny pony.

normal i guess

this one friend

on my hair :)))

'LMFAO WHAT THE HELL'

9

orange hippie van or pickup truck

eh i dont rlly mind. if ur not pressuring other people into it its your funeral. i cant rlly give a lecture on how bad it is, im more likely than not to become an addict and ive seen what that shit does to people so im not gonna say anyone who does it is inherently a bad person bc if it

no

i wanna play guitar in a band

neither, urban. if i had to choose, suburbs. ive watched too many horror movies and couldnt stand being that far away from help if smth happened

yes

only rlly faint ones on my face. on my back and shoulders fs

depends on the kind of picture

4000

yeah

yeah

mcdonalds

idk tbh

during summer, boxers and a tshirt. during winter, sweatpants or flannel pants and a hoodie

nope

drawing, anything music related, guitar, reading, exploring, baking, writing poems sometimes, researching random topics that ill prolly never need

YES

guitar :))))))

apes of state

both but leaning towards coffee

dunkin

yeah

RM

maybe??? idrk

green i think

yeah

CLOSED IM NOT PSYCHO

yeah

people in big groups walking rlly slow in a hall so you cant get around them and youre js stuck

my friend raisel

mango or cookies and cream

regular all the way

rainbow

nirvana shirt :)

the shit on the incesticide album cover

outgoing if im w a friend, shy if im alone

YES

some of them

yes, morning

.

.

burger

"the laundromat will miss your quarters. nickles, dimes, the dust in corners. save it up to buy yourself a bigger coat and smaller chest." and "she shouldve stayed away from friends. she shouldve had more time to spend. she shoudlve died when she was born. she shoulve worn the crown of thorns. she shouldve been a son."

summer

night

dark chocolate

september

gemini

no clue

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for babysitting the Barton kids with Natasha

Natasha Romanoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: silly lil concept. also its like implied nat and y/n are dating but not explicit so like it can def be platonic or romantic depending on how you perceive it.

prompt:

oh you KNOWWW it’s gonna be a good time when “auntie nat” and y/n show up to babysit

clint and laura were going out of town for a whole week and left you two—the only two they trusted—to watch their three kids

and ofc the kids loved you guys to death

“can you show me how to shoot a gun?” -lila

“let’s check the rules your mom left” -nat, reading the note on the fridge “‘don’t let the kids touch your guns’ sorry kid, against the rules”

cooking was something you both were dreading

“can we take the quinjet to get mcdonalds?” -you

“only if you fly” -nat

no R-rated movies was circled and underlined on the “rules” note about 10 times

but the terminator doesn’t count right?

being woken up by nate in the middle of the night bc he cant sleep

“your turn, nat” -you

after nat didn’t come back to bed for a while you found her and nate playing “spies” (she really wanted him to be her mini-me 😭)

“y/n! wanna play?” -nate

*defeated sigh* “sure!” -you

within 20 minutes all the kids were downstairs pretending to be spies and the new mission was “get the kids back to bed”

“no, we cant dye nates hair red” -you

“it’d look great” -nat

“natasha they’re never going to let us see the kids again” -you

three kids is just a LOT of work

you had newfound respect for clint and laura

“it’d be easier if we could drug them” -nat

“yeah…..NO” -you

cooper and lila would start arguing over the shower, nate didn’t like his breakfast, nat was getting stir crazy, you were trying to patch a hole in the wall before clint ever knew it was there—yeah. pretty great stuff

check-in calls with laura

“hey! how are they doing, not causing you too much trouble?” -laura

*lila and cooper doing nat’s makeup TERRIBLY* “oh, yeah, we’re just fine. hang on. i have to send you a picture” -you, getting photographic evidence

“oh. my god. clint, you have to see this” -laura, holding up her phone to show the worlds deadliest assassin with horrendous green eyeshadow on her eyes and cheeks and smeared lipstick

“how’d they find my makeup?” -clint, sarcastically

you didn’t know it yet, but you’d be the next victim

“oh, thanks guys…you didn’t have to” -you

truthfully you and nat got some hilarious pictures together

those pictures would live on the barton fridge for years

tending to farm things

“should we call tony? the tractor is broken again” -you

“are you kidding? this is my week away from tony” -nat

it was kind of like a vacation for you guys too. it was no paris or london, but it was an escape from your routine

but you did already make plans for paris for right after this

“watching kids for a week earns us a nice vacation, right?” -you

“i feel like saving the world several times earns us a vacation, but sure, if you think babysitting is the way to go, we can do this more” -nat

lila asking for coffee

you checking the rules list, which has a bullet point saying “do not let lila have coffee”

cool aunt nat almost made her a nice little latte too

“hey, spies might be allowed to lie, but little girls are not. try again later” -you

pretending to be an elderly couple on the porch rocking chairs, drinking your morning coffe and watching the sunrise

“maybe we should retire. get a nice house in the woods. ignore the avengers when they call.” -you

“i don’t hate that idea” -nat

trying to get the kids to do their chores was a hassle

dishes, trash, laundry, cleaning bathrooms, these kids must have thought THEY were on vacation

“i hate how these kids are just not afraid of assassins. that is not normal” -nat

“it’s normal when they call a world famous assassin auntie nat” -you

“are you saying im going soft?” -nat

“i would never say that…” -you

she says in shock like she didn’t just bake cookies with them.

laura and clint finally came home and you guys had dinner ready for them

“aw, you didn’t have to do that” -laura

“don’t worry about it, i know you’ve been on the road all day” -you

you all ate dinner together and said your goodbyes and the kids all gave you a group hug

“i hope they behaved for you” -clint

“they were just perfect” -nat

and on your way out, you heard

“hey, did someone put a hole in the wall? this looks freshly patched” -clint

the kids scattered and you and nat were wise to exit promptly

“love you guys! lets do this again sometime!”

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[kireilien]

OMG OMG OMG OMG I just read your &team 02z x reader x enhypen 02z and I LOVED it can you pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease write a foursome for jungwon jo and yuma x reader

hi anon!!!! yes ofc!!!!! this is such an unexpected trio … lemme cook hold on lemme cook can u guys blow this one up like 02z

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; bsfs!04z, softer dom!04z, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, mention of sunghoon and ni-ki, foursome, casual sex talk-ish? not as much as 02z, double penetration, ass play, lube use, oral (m receiving), face fucking, praise, unprotected sex

i like writing about experimental bsfs a little tew much.....

but listen. yuma, jungwon, and jo are all of your closest friends. you tell everything to each other. literally everything. even down to the pros and cons of all of your hookup and make them act it out with you as you show them what your hookup did. that type of everything. so, when you admit that you needed some dick, they’re obviously gonna entertain that. 

“well, when was the last time you hooked up with someone, y/n?” jungwon hums, not looking up from his phone screen. you take a second to think, “oh fuck. i think last year? at sunghoon’s and ni-ki’s joint birthday.” all three of the men spring up, whipping their head to look at you. “you really haven’t gotten any dick since last year? y/n, we’re almost half way into the year?” yuma chokes on his midway sip of water. 

jungwon’s phone was dropped out of his hands as jo’s mouth is ajar. “really?” jo places a hand on your shoulder as he continues, “... do you want us to help you?” your eyes narrow at him, jo frantically explains, “o–only if you want to, y’know.” 

a foursome with your best friends? 

when you haven’t had dick in months?

i mean… 

you can’t really go back now when yuma’s cock presses at your asshole after an egregious amount of lube when you never let any other of your hookups or boyfriends fuck your asshole before. yuma groans when you suck him and bottom himself full. his tip is deep, his hands are palming at your ass fat.

“shit– y/n– you’re so fucking tight–!” yuma curses as he throws his head back. you whine as you look back at him, torso back onto the couch, “i’ve never– done anal– before–!” the bottom of your stomach is already tight, reeling into the fullness. jo’s large palms take in your waist as he settles down, pressing his cock at your pussy.

“gonna go in– ‘kay?” you hum at jo’s gentleness. as his tip nestles into you, you whimper, “t’ full…” jungwon cups your face, pushing your hair out your face, “s’okay, you can do well for us, right?” nodding, jungwon practically feeds his cock past your lips, humming once more, “just feel good. this is f’ you.” his hands run on your jaw as all of them start to move.

all of them are carefully looking at your movements. after all, this was for you. providing their cocks was a favor for you not getting your sexual need, right?

yuma was the first to fold.

he can’t lie and not say your ass felt good. he was the first one stretching you out after all! your ass was perfectly tight, wrapping around his cock, the way your ass stretches out perfectly at his base, the lube turning a milky white from the clear by how much he’s fucked you back down on his cock. you cant blame him for holding down your hips and fucking his cock up in you.

jungwon was the next one.

your sweet little mouth wrapped around him so well, unable to take his cock by months of it not getting stretched out to take any cock. the way your tongue soothed over each vein, spit messily lining it from base to tip, and your moans getting suffocated back down to your throat– making vibrations around his cock– felt so good. you can’t blame him for snaking his fingers in your scalp to fuck that tip over and over at the back of your throat.

then jo finally caved in.

aching, messy, little pussy creaming him like a dog in heat, his hitched moans and groans were saying everything for him. biting down his lip, his brain is turning foggy by how you’re clenching on him– it makes his thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t. for example wanting to fuck this pussy for himself without the other two, or even cumming inside creaming you until you were full. but thats selfish. you can’t blame him for thinking that, though. his cock is kissing at your cervix repeatedly it was natural for him to think that.

when you cum, it was almost automatic that they did too. jo tries his best to slip himself out to lightly jerk his painfully hard cock onto your stomach, painting your belly all white in different directions. jungwon spurts himself all over your tongue to eventually guide his tip to line your lips, making him to pull on your chin to see his art piece. yuma selfishly plugs his cock in your ass deeper than ever to make sure he creampies your ass till his cock is empty and flaccid, wanting you get the “full experience” of anal.

so the question stands.

is this just a for-you-not-getting-dick-in-five-months sort of situation?

or is this a gonna-start-doing-this-five-times-a-month sort of deal?

back 2 catalog

[algrenion]

the way he talks to horses...........

[ganondoodle]

i keep getting stuck trying to find soemthing to listen to (whether its music, essays, documentaries or letsplays) so i can draw and its been literally costing me entire evenings of time

so may i aks for recommendations? what are your favorite things to listen to? the longer the better :U

[evilminji]

Okay, but? I just thought of the funniest/best crackship/rare-not-pair?

Tianlang-jun+Su Xiyan+Shen Jiu+Shen Yuan

As in yes, the Shen TWINS. Who? Probably weren't/aren't twins? Like? Shen Yuan definitely just sorta shows up out of now where? Hauled back to the Sect by Shen Jiu, who DEFINITELY was an only child the last anyone knew of it, from like... a night hunt or visit to town? And he's like...

"Found a weird plant."/"Qi deviation"/"Killed a malicious blue window spirit. Possibly a god."

No, he will not explain. This is HIS now. No one look at HIS brother. He's keeping him.

Like? Yeah, they can kinda SEE that, Shen-shixiong. Maybe relax the death gri-? *feral street kid territorial hissing* MOTHER FUCK! Yue-shixiong! Come get your nightmare!!! He's biting! AND MULTIPLIED!

At least? The new one? Seems very nice?

.....naive, almost...

T-too nice....

Okay, they can see why Shen-shixiong was worried. The Fairies of Cang Qiong collectively side eye each other, nod, and agree to cut-a-fucker if anyone tries to Lewd the Baby. No wonder Shen-shixiong is vibrating with aggression and stress.

And like? Somehow? Hiding them on the women's only (with only the exceptions WE allow) peak? Cuts down on Shen-shixiong's infamous brothel trips? Like he still GOES, but it's more "visits with occasional stays" and less "constant stays over night"?

.......waaaaait a second.....

*turns around and actually looks at what he's doing on their peak, which is sleeping while girls chat and play music around him as his brother does someone's hair near-by*

Motherfu-! Shen-shixiong is a prettyboy! Brothels are full of women and have GUARDS! Of COURSE! Is he even SAFE on Qing Jing?! *furious note comparing with each other as dots start to come together*

Like? His reputation is still SHIT. Shen Jiu is still "the lecher" to outsiders and jealous men who CAN NOT comprehend being surrounded, constantly, by gorgeous women for any other reason then sex. But like? The Fairy peak knows. He's their bitchy martial uncle. The "Never marry and all men are bastards" uncle. The "Will tear a person's soul out and feed it to them, if they cross him or us" uncle.

You can totally hide behind him and go Nyeyeyeye~ >:P at someone and he'll still side with you if you do it sparingly enough. It's GREAT.

Of course, this would get Qi-shemei and Lui-shixiong fighting. Because Lui-shixiong is listening to his peak mates, who are PERVERTS. And are slandering the Shen's, INCLUDING their wittle baby A-yuan(!!!), by suggesting they are-! ARE-! *furious martial sister seething*

Shen Jiu decides? Discretion is the better part of Valor here. Night hunt time. Let's go, brother. I'll even let you look at the beast before I kill it.

They stop in town. Near the Guady Assholes territory. Shen Yuan would like to peruse the book sellers. Indulge his favorite hobby... ripping apart the plot of Bad Books. He is, after all, a bit of a hate reader at heart. He gets his "allowance" (what am I, a child?) (Yes.) (BROTHER!) and wanders off....

Oh! OH? A Most Handsome Man?! He looks like Luo Binghe fanart made real! But slutty and more playful? Rougish. N-not that he NOTICES such things! Because he is very straight. Only girls.

Tianlang-jun? Meets a cute book buddy while waiting for his girlfriend. He got them big ol startled baby animal eyes. Tears apart books like he's gripped them in his teeth and mauled until the books entrails fell out. VERY fun to tease! Hey, Yan-er~♡? How about a third?

*Su Xiyan looks Shen Yuan up and down, sees the clueless Bambi eyed/easily flustered blink, and kinda wants to ruin him*

Oh FUCK NO! Says Shen Jiu! Crashing onto the seen. His "someone is trying to lewd my not-a-brother-but-you-cant-prove-that senses" a tingling. BeGONE, harlots! You degenerates! You-! YOU-! SEX HAVERS!!!!

Well now... what a high stressed, vicious, mean, bitchy, highly competent yet pathetic little man...

*dual interest noises*

So begins there chasing the Shens. Shen Yuan going "idk, maybe we should-" and Shen Jiu going "DO NOT! Don't make eye contact! Don't BREATHE in their direction! Their sex having kind need NO ENCOURAGEMENT."

And? The Old Palace Master? Slowly but surely losing his SHIT.

Because? It's ONE thing, which is bad enough, to lose his Pwecious Su Xiyan to another. But to lose her to THREE? People are TALKING! Whispering! Suggesting she's a DEGENERATE! When EVERYONE knows it's that Shen Jiu boy! And that DEMON.

And!!! The BEST part of this Ship? The SINGLE BEST part?! Is!

WHO'S HAREM IS IT~?

Su Xiyan? The only woman? The clear "Top Energy" Queen of this whole polycule? Only one with the people skill, ruthlessness, AND common sense? Does she have a harem of pretty boys?

Or is it Tianlang-jun? The obvious choice? What with being the Demon Emperor. Did he just... decide he has a thing for Cultivators? Picked a pretty empress and a pair of twins on the side?

Shen Jiu? Is his beauty/seductiveness/lewdness THAT powerful? That he would somehow hook not only his own brother? But a HEAD DISCIPLE? And the EMPEROR OF ALL DEMON KIND?! He IS said to be a strategist...

Or the quiet dark horse, Shen YUAN? Mysterious past, beauty that hits you like a punch to the gut. Kinda makes you want to throw your life at his feet and beg him to take it. Wifebeams. Wife beams EVERYWHERE. Truely, only the most powerful could defend a place at his side.

Again, the Shen's aren't related. Shen Yuan Transmigrated. Shen Jui was just like "hey, thanks gods. I WILL take this Free Twin. Mine now! You are literally never getting this back!" After most likely SUPER MEGA DEATH murdering the System for trying to kill him. Shen Yuan's body is a construct. It might not even be human.

But they DO look alike! And since when has Shen Jiu ever explain SHIT?

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj

[tyzfol]

i still cant escape cookies