#but just bc it’s not spelled out for you in big fucking letters

[dirtwormgirl]

uh-oh people are not understanding a dracula adaptation’s clear implications about SA and instead are calling it romantic and erotic! wow! definitely the first time this has happened…

People not comprehending Nosferatu correctly might kill me. Yes it's erotic and about pleasure but yes it's devastating and about child sexual abuse. It's a movie about victimhood, about being already dead, about longing for the great beyond, about never feeling safe from your abuser, about always expecting one more rape must be endured. It is about being an ugly victim, a neurotic victim. About your supposed allies tying you down for fear you will rip their world to ribbons. It is about facing the abuser, facing the pleasure the abuser brought. It is about men seeking to silence a plague in the quiet of the night when grooming and abuse can only be destroyed by pulling it into the light of morning.

[rosenclaws]

Valentines Day Blues || Worst!Logan x Reader

summary: Logan has never really cared about Valentines day until he met you, but despite his best efforts nothing seems to be working out for him.

warnings: angst to fluff, a little spice at the end but no smut, logan's self doubt and slight anger issues, happy ending.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: This is my entry for Loveuary event by @lubdubology and @yxtkiwiyxt! I had pick worst logan my love and add some angst bc I love angst but it all works out for our boy <3 Happy (Early) Valentines day guys!!

Sometimes Logan wonders why he even tries anymore. It's like the world is out to get him specifically. All he wanted was to plan one perfect day. Just one day where he can prove to you, to himself that he's more than a fuck up.

Logan has never really cared about Valentines Day. He's celebrated before. You know gone to dinner, to the movie, had a few hook ups. When he lived at the mansion he remembers the heart decorations and all the red and pink. The kids sharing valentines and watching them experience their first love. But thinking back on his long life there just wasn't anything about the holiday that stood out to him.

For Logan, things just never seemed to work out. Love wasn't his thing. He had lost the ones he loved. He hadn't thought about it, felt it, for years. It never even crossed his mind anymore. Too afraid of losing yet another lover. He went about his life, a shell of the man he used to be. A disgrace to the name X-Men and a monster parents tell their children about at night.

Until Wade showed up and everything changed. He's a hero now, well he's not a villain in the eyes of citizens. He'll take it. He could be free to live again, to make friends, enjoy life. To heal and live in memory of his fallen friends rather than run away from the pain. He doesn't think he'll ever forgive himself, but he can start by being a better man.

It's been so long since Logan felt love that he didn't even recognize it at first. He didn't understand why his heart beat faster, why he felt sweaty, why his stomach twisted and turned by just your mere presence. He thought it was something else.

Maybe you're a mutant and were using your powers on him. Maybe you had heard what he had done and decided that he wasn't worthy of redemption. He avoided you like the plague. Unable to shake whatever you were doing to him no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't until Wade slapped him on the back of the head and spelled it out in big bold letters.

He had a crush.

Logan just scoffed. A crush? That word...It felt so juvenile. A crush is something between two kids who stare at each other from across the classroom. A crush is small and innocent and Logan is far too old and far too worn to be crushing on Wade's friend. But he could only lie to himself for so long. It wasn't a crush. No that wasn't the right word.

He was in love. When he started creeping back into your life it hit him full force. Took him by the neck and shook him until it all clicked. He longed for your attention, to be close to you. To make you laugh, to watch you smile. He wanted to hold you at night, to hear your voice when he drifted off to sleep and to wake up the next morning with you by his side. He was utterly fucked.

It was funny really. Especially to Wade, I mean how clueless could a man be? You would think two hundred years of experience would mean he could pick up on these things. But Logan doesn't notice those things anymore.

He's so in his own head he never even noticed that you were mirroring his feelings. That the mere sight of Logan was enough to make you weak in the knees. That his laugh, as rare as it was to hear, was music to your ears. That you were heartbroken when he started to avoid you, anxiety filling your brain about why the man just couldn't stand to be around you.

Wade treated it as his own rom com. Making popcorn and watching the longing looks shared between the two of you. Except Wade wasn't a patient person and he wasn't trying to watch a slow burn where both of you refuse to talk. So he pushed you two together. Spilling both your secrets right in front of each other and walking away like he didn't just change your lives forever. But it worked. You had to give him that at least. Even if Logan really didn't want to give Wade any credit ever.

Logan remembers that night like it was yesterday. You took his hand, so nervous to look him in the eyes. He locked your fingers together, squeezing your hand softly and tilting your chin to look at him. Colossus passes by and using the man as cover he kisses you. He could hear a faint "Oh come on! What is this Disney Channel?" From Wade but he pays it no mind.

Since that day Logan has vowed to spend every moment being the man you deserve. You tell him that you love him but sometimes it's hard to believe. How could someone like you love a man like him? Your heart was too good for him. Too bright to be with a man who wasn't even sure he had a heart just a year ago.

But nevertheless you're still here and Valentines day is fast approaching. This is his chance to show you how much he loves you. To buy you the perfect gift and plan the perfect date. If he could do this, he could be just a fraction of a man good enough for you.

He wanted to make you breakfast. To dress up nice and proper for once with flowers in his hands. A picnic at the park. To watch the sunset together all wrapped up in blankets. A night time drive that ends in a passionate night.

But life has other plans.

The day starts with a broken alarm clock. Logan groans as he wakes up, reaching out for you only to feel an empty bed. He shoots awake, looking at the clock to see that it was well past breakfast time.

"Fuck!" He hisses as he throws the covers off and scrambles to the kitchen. To his dismay you're already awake and eating. His heart sinks, failure number one.

"Hi honey, how did you sleep?" You ask sweetly as you wrap your arms around his waist, sighing happily as you hug your boyfriend.

"Alright, I meant to wake up earlier than this." He mumbles as he holds you tight. He tries not to show his disappointment as he covers it with a smile. He still has his other plans, the day is just starting.

"That's okay, I'm glad you were able to get some rest." Logan huffs but nods along with you.

He pours himself a cup of coffee. He suddenly realizes to tell you something and pulls you back into him, kissing you fiercely. You squeak in surprise but melt into his embrace.

"What as that for?" You tease as he pulls away. Logan shrugs and kisses you again.

"Happy Valentines Day Sweetheart." He purrs. You giggle as he buries his face in your neck.

"Happy Valentines Day Logan."

"Now, I have the whole day planned so go get ready." His disappointment from earlier fading as he thinks about the rest of the day. "How romantic of you." You kiss his cheek and turn to go back to your bedroom. Logan smirks and gently slaps your ass as you walk away.

"Logan!" You scold him but he just grins wider.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Logan packs the picnic basket as you get ready. He made sure to buy all your favorite things and handmade chocolate covered strawberries last night after you went to bed. Those were romantic right? The clock ticks by faster than he realized and it dawns on him that the flowers he ordered have yet to arrive. His phone buzzes and he growls as he checks it.

Of course.

A text from the florist shop that they can't complete his order despite the fact he ordered these weeks ago. Fuck. Well maybe he can grab something on your way to the park? No he can't buy them right in front of you. Plus what store even has flowers right now. Maybe he can cut a few from the neighbors garden. They won't miss a few roses.

"Logan? Everything okay?" He snaps out it and shoves his phone back in his pocket.

"Just fine sweetheart," His eyes land on you and he lets out a low whistle.

"You trying to kill me or something?" He says with a smirk as he takes in your outfit. Fuck you're perfect.

"This old thing? I just had it laying around." You joke.

You grab onto his belt and pull him into you, his lips capturing you in a hot kiss. His hands slowly slide up your body. You could get lost in this kiss forever.

A loud boom breaks you apart. Your heads whip towards the window and see the sky darken before your very eyes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Logan growls as he lets go of you. Stalking his way to the window to see rain pouring down outside. There goes the picnic plans. He slams the window shut. Frustration taking over his mind.

"It's supposed to rain all day," You say as you check your phone. You notice Logan's mood turn sour and you start to get worried.

"Of course it is." He scoffs. Logan searches for something in his brain to fix this day. Maybe he can just drive out of the city and you can still go on a picnic or watch the sunset.

"Logan are you okay?" You ask softly. He grunts as his phone buzzes once again in his pocket. Wade's picture flashes up on the screen and it takes everything in Logan to actually answer.

"What."

"Hey so...I might have borrowed your car last night for reasons that are not important to you and well lets just say its going to be out of commission for a couple days k sorry gonna hang up before you process this bye love you!" Wade speaks fast and hangs up faster.

No breakfast, no flowers, no car, no park, no sunset. Just fucking great. He can't even do one fucking nice thing for you. Logan crushes his phone in his hands without even thinking. He's done, he just. He doesn't get it. Why can't he just do one nice thing for you?

"Logan!" You hurry over and try to comfort him but he just holds his hand up.

"What's wrong?" He just sighs, stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"There are no plans anymore. I'm sorry." He says lowly. Disappointment seeping into his tone.

"I had everything planned, I had the perfect day. A day where I can just... you know what? Forget it. I don't even know why you bother with me anymore." He mumbles.

He ignores the calls of his name as he walks out the door and leaves. The rain soaks him right to his metal bones. He just sits on the grass. Letting the rain hit him. Dramatic? Maybe but he's defeated. Just. Purely defeated.

His inner thoughts swarm with attacks, the happiness he had hoped to feel was draining. Being replaced with self doubt that can only scream that he's not worthy of you, not worth the love.

"Logan you get your ass back inside right now!" Your voice cuts through the harsh patter of the rain. He turns to see you marching forward, your pretty clothes all ruined now as you walk over to him.

"Go back inside, you're going to get sick." Logan says with concern but you don't care.

"No, not until you talk to me." You say stubbornly. He huffs and takes off the jacket he had put on earlier to hold it above your head. Rain pelts his back but its stopped hitting you.

"It's nothing."

"Stop that! Stop shutting me out Logan. Look I know this is hard, that sometimes you get wrapped up in your own head. But that's why I'm here." You grab his face, making sure he can't get away from you. You don't know how many times you need to drive this into his thick skull but you will if that's what it takes.

"A bother? Do you really think I'm just putting up with you? I fucking love you, you idiot! I don't care about if the date is perfect or if you get me flowers or chocolate. I care about you."

"Everything got fucked up today sweetheart. Literally everything I wanted was ruined. Don't you think that's a sign? That the universe is trying to fucking tell me something?" You scoff and shake your head.

"Tell you what? Huh? What could the universe possibly tell you that I can't. I'm telling you right now. That you are the love of me life. I love our lazy mornings, the soft kisses, the movie nights, the way you make my day brighter and my stomach flutter. Fuck the universe. Logan, I'm right here." Logan does so much for you that he doesn't even notice.

He loves you and his love is more than enough. It bleeds into everything he does. The way he looks at you, how he talks to you, the pure love and adoration in his eyes.

"I wanted today to be perfect for you. I wanted to show you that I'm worthy of every part of you." He confesses.

You pull him in for a kiss. Not caring if he drops the jacket that was once covering you. You let the rain fall as your lips move passionately with each other. Logan groans as he wraps his arms around you. Your hands reach up to grab at his wet hair, pushing it back and running your fingers through it. His hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you impossibly close to him. Reluctantly you pull apart, needing to catch your breath. He's got this dopey smile, his eyes softening as you rest your hands on his chest.

"You idiot, you're already are worth that and more." You whisper. Thunder rolls through the sky and you tug on Logan's hand.

"Come on, let's go back inside. I don't need to find out if your metal skeleton attracts lightning." He chuckles but follows you back inside. After drying off and changing back into your pajamas he finds you trying to push the couch back.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he walks over and picks it up with ease.

"Show off." You mumble. You grab a blanket it and lay it on the floor.

"You wanted a picnic, so let's have one." Placing a couple pillows on the floor, you and Logan sit in your living room with the food he had packed earlier.

The sound of the rain hitting the windows was oddly peaceful. Your heart warmed at the sight of everything Logan had packed. He really put thought and care into this. You were practically in his lap at this point. His hands wanting to be on you at all times.

"Here," You lift a chocolate strawberry to his mouth and he takes a bite.

"Sweet, not as sweet as you though." He says with a cheeky smirk.

"Cheesy," You roll your eyes playfully. He chuckles, his thumb rubbing the side of your mouth where some chocolate was. His face softens, eyes brimming with an emotion you can't read as he stares at you.

"Hey, I love you."

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're everything. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. Logan feels it all, you're it for him. But he doesn't know how to say it quite yet, so he settles for I love you and hopes you understand how much he truly means it.

"I love you too Logan, more than anything." He presses a kiss to your cheek and peppers them down to your jaw. His teeth grazing your pulse point.

"There's still one more thing I had planned that we can do right here." Logan purrs. You giggle as he flips the two of you so that you're on your back, your head on a pillow.

"Oh really?" You tease as you slip your hands up his shirt.

"Happy Valentines day Logan." You hum as he nibbles on your neck.

It's not the day he had expected to have, but it's turned into one he'll never forget. Maybe this holiday isn't so bad. He smirks as he sits back on his knees, still in slight disbelief that you're his. You know what? The universe can suck it. Because he's happy and for once he won't let anything get in his way.

"Happy Valentines day sweetheart."

Here's to many, many more.

[babyjakes]

flamingo pink.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | pet play

pairing | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader

warnings | ddlg and pet play elements (daddy!ari and sort of little? puppy!reader.) brief mentions of ownership; reader wears a collar. unprotected sex- vaginal and anal penetration. mild clit play (mild for me anyway lol.) nipple play for like one (1) second. finger sucking. squirting (and he comes in her ass!) a little bit of crying. teasing. some mocking/humiliation. some dumbification. lots of praise/encouragement. beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,006

an | hi sluts, welcome to kinkmas 2023!! i'm so super excited to be running this event, i've already put in a lot of work on these pieces and i'm really hoping you'll all enjoy them <3 as a quick note, if you haven't already, make sure to check out the event masterlist (linked above) to see the list of prompts i'll be writing for this month! i tried to pick mostly new ideas and concepts, hopefully there'll be something to fit everyone's taste!! hope you all like day 1 with big strong daddy!ari and his little baby puppy! also yes there are 1989tv references bc this is MY kinkmas and I MAKE THE RULES hehe :))

Clink clink.

The rattling sound of your custom-fit collar's tiny tag could barely be heard over your and your daddy's mix of heavy breathing. Large hands gripping your ankles, Ari had your legs bent up at an obscene angle as you lay on your back against the soft white bedding below. "Fuck, puppy. Look so pretty, takin' all of me like this. What a good girl," you were melting into the towering man's touch as he brought up a few rough fingers to caress your cheek, warm with wanting.

Ari's gaze traveled over your glistening body, spread out perfectly before him like a feast to be devoured. The glimmering shine of your gold tag caught his eye, eliciting a deep groan from within him as he brought his hand down to gently turn over the small, heart-shaped plate against your neck. "All fuckin' mine," he all but growled as the pads of his fingers traced over the letters that spelled out his initials. It was more than a symbol of love; it carried a heavier weight- ownership.

He rutted up harder into you, his punishing pace drawing tears from your eyes as his gaze settled back on your precious features. "Baby," he murmured, softening slightly at the sight of your tears. "Bein' such a good little pup for me, c'mon- show me you can take it. Are you gonna be good and take Daddy's dick?"

You were gasping as he thrust up against your sweet spot repeatedly, the sensation of him stretching you open causing goosebumps to prickle up along the back of your neck. You shivered, trying to construct an acceptable response. Smiling at the sight of you being fucked stupid, your loving daddy helped you by bringing his hand back up to cup your cheek and jaw, his thumb slipping in between your glossy pink lips as he forced out a nod from you. "Good girl," he crooned as you mindlessly nursed his thick digit, your tongue rolling sloppily around its tip as he tightened his grip on you. "That's it, baby. Just let Daddy do all the thinkin'. Nothin' but a dumb little puppy for Daddy to play with- isn't that right? You're my pretty little puppy?"

You didn't need his help to nod this time, your eyelashes batting so sweetly as his grin spread further across his face. When he slowed the movement of his hips, you were a bit confused as Ari pulled out of you, bringing his hands down to guide the tip of his massive length to trail cruelly over your messy folds. You let out the cutest little whine, your thighs flailing weakly as he bumped himself right up against your puffy button.

"I know baby, I know," your daddy hummed, wanting to draw out his teasing as much as he could force himself to. "Just wanna take my time with you, sweetheart. You're such a pretty little puppy, you know that?" He brought a hungry hand up to paw at one of your breasts as it sat so perfectly beneath the flimsy fuchsia lace he had dressed you up in. Pinching and rolling your hardened nipple through the sheer fabric, he chuckled as you squirmed softly under his touch. "My perfect little pup, so pretty in pink. Makin' it hard for me to control myself, baby. S'hard to be gentle with you when you're this fuckin' cute."

When you felt his smooth tip nudging up against your smaller hole, you let out a squeak in surprise; being the good daddy he was, Ari was quick to reassure you. "Don't worry, pretty girl. Daddy won't make it hurt, just relax..." His fingers collected plenty of your wetness, dragging it down to prep his length for you. "Deep breath, angel. There," he gasped along with you as the head of his member pushed past your tight ring of flesh, the intrusion burning deep in your tummy.

"That's my good girl," Ari kept praising you proudly as he gradually worked you open, only giving you as much as you could handle. One of his thumbs came up to brush over your swollen clit, the pad of his skilled finger tracing circles over the hardened nub as a way to soothe the heat of the stretch. "You gonna be a good little pup and take all of me, princess? Gonna let me ruin this tight little bottom? Fuck-"

"D-Daddy," you mumbled, your gaze growing hazy as the pressure in your tummy expanded. Nearing the brink himself, Ari knew the signs of your impending orgasm like the back of his hand.

"C'mon, puppy. Give it to me." Forehead drenched in sweat, the man furrowed his brow harshly in concentration as he flicked his thumb faster over your aching button. "Come for Daddy, baby. Come for me, shit, that's it-" Like waves colliding, your climaxes both hit at once, glorious and gruesome in the way they made your bodies explode in tandem. As your high squirted out forcefully against the large man's front, his heavy release was shooting up into you, filling you with an indescribable warmth.

Seconds passed that felt like minutes. When your eyes finally fluttered open again, your legs were trembling uselessly off to either side of you as your chest rose and fell sporadically. You felt something leaving you, the harsh tug on your sensitive walls pulling a diminished cry from your hoarse throat.

"Shhh," your daddy's familiar voice soothed, a gentle hand rubbing careful circles on your knee. "I'm here, baby. Daddy's here. You did so well." In an instant, he was collecting you in his arms. He moved you away from the edge of the bed, propping you up against a few pillows as his lips came down to press against your dampened forehead.

"Now you just wait here, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna go get a rag to clean you up. Just close your eyes, baby. There," seeing your exhaustion, he didn't want to make you lift a single finger. "Daddy's here, angel. Daddy'll take care of you."

[softxsuki]

Hello! If requests are still open I would like to submit one for the valentines day event? I would like a confession letter from baji (he's liked me for a LONG while but bc I have low self esteem/been in a bunch of failed friendships and relationship (some of wbuch he had a part if bc he didnt wanna see me with another man), I only saw him as a friend and didn't really allow myself to have feeling for him (like im a really optimistic/extroverted person but I'm also rlly scared of getting close to people as my most recent friendship breakup resorted in me getting fucking insomnia that took weeks to recover from). Tone: hurt/angst to comfort/fluff where after I try to go out on a date (and fail), he finds me crying onnthr curb, ion wanna see his fsce (bc we got into an argument) and then he tries tos ee what's wrong but I'm hiding my feelings, we get into an argument and I run off (it's super dramatic too). Other info: we've been tight since middle school (i saw him as a big bro/cool guy figure. Looked up to him) ans latches onto him even as I gained and lost friends gjnffjdnmd

Sorry if its too confusing or complex dndndn

Have a lovely day!

Confession Letter from Baji

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader| Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 500 |

Warnings: mild language, jealousy, crying

Note: You painted a whole scene for me, so thank you. Hope you like !

You were at home sulking over the events of the day; a failed date once again due to your inability to fully trust a guy again, to Baji finding you crying on the curb, the argument that ensued after, and you running away from your own feelings, taking yourself back home.

You felt so pathetic, why couldn’t things work out for you? Why did you have to have these feelings for your friend despite how much you tried to push them away? There was no denying them anymore.

A knock at your door, forces you off your feet, opening the door to find no one there, but instead, a letter on the ground with your name on it.

Strange…

You wipe away your tears and bring the letter in with you, opening it;

Y/N,

Before you crumple this up and throw it away, please wait…I’m sorry okay? I was just…upset. I realize I’ve been holding my feelings back for so long that my instinct is to scold you for going out on dates…it’s probably jealousy honestly.

We’ve been close since middle school and I’ve seen all the crap you’ve been through with fake friends and failed relationships…which I’ve probably scared a few potential love interests of yours away myself…but I can’t help it. I like you. What man stands around and lets other guys talk to the person they like? Despite how lame I’ve been to keep it to myself instead of just telling you…

But after tonight, I can’t hold it back anymore. I like you, Y/N. I have for a while and I hate to see you hurting…I know I could treat you well. Our friendship is proof of that, but I want to be more than just your friend. I want to hold you when you’re hurting and kiss your tears away. I want to reassure you and build you up after all the times you’ve been knocked down by losers who don’t know how to treat their lovers…

I’m tired of running from my feelings, I just hope I haven’t pushed you away by telling you this. 

Come find me, please.

Love, 

Keisuke.

You can’t help but smile at the letter, the guy could hardly spell (let’s pretend like there were many spelling and grammar mistakes in the letter…the editor in me couldn’t actually do it BFHKEAF), let alone put words together on paper, but he tried for you, and it was beautiful. 

Maybe these feelings you had for him weren’t so bad after all. Maybe this could be your first good experience with a relationship. Baji always treated you well, despite the times he’d get moody after you’d mention dates you had gone on, but now you knew why–he liked you back.

You laugh to yourself, wiping the remainder of your dried tears. Time to find happiness with your best friend. The thought filled you with hope, making you excited for the idea of dating him. 

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Posted: 2/14/2025

[langcompanion]

It's wrong to say "America" or "American" when you really mean The United States of America or Citizen of The United States of America.

People say America, not because it's the only or even best part of the Americas, but because y'all not worth so much more struggle and breath than other countries, and tbh it's kind of rude to just name your country so it forces people to tongue ache or support the delusion you center on your whole (2!) continent(s).

No one wants to say The USA. Don't make me say two words and painfully spell three (or even 2) whole sperate letters out for you. Most countries have names that cling and flow, that can beautifully be associated with their unique culture and population etc.

"Italian food"... "French food"... "Chinese food"... "United States of American Food"? Wtf it doesn't even work. Fugly

So I suggest we find alternatives, where you don't need to strain with the "the (long name)" format, so what about

McAmerica

USsiA

USsiA is great bc it is so similar to Russia. You know, McAmericas only remaining friend...

"hey, I'm going on a little trip to ussia, I have some friends that are McAmericans. I eat the Ussian fast food, and drive my McAmerican car everywhere" Easy to say.

McAmerica is fun bc it sounds like a little hiccup when your stumbling to say "make America..". It also makes it painful to say "Make McAmerica Great..." And Hilarious.

USsiA is also great because "United States of 2 whole continents" for literally 1 ass country has neocolonialist undertones that the trumpet is using to declare other American countries as this or that new state that must be "united".

Y'all not the American Union. It's one (1) country. Imagine Germany going "We are The United Euroasia"? Yeah they'd be told to fuck off big time.

Find a normal name if you don't wanna be McAmerica.

[evansbby]

So i was rereading poyt 2 because you said you thought the ending was too dark and me being forgetful was like wait what happened (it was when he marked her) because soy estupida.and this stood out to me:

“His pointer finger is now tracing shapes on your upper thigh – and it’s not just any random shape. It’s the letters of his name, “

1) this is so HOT. Also part of me likes to think this is quite soft (atleast for pre-character development steve) since he usually likes to grope her and hump her as a way of claiming her.But here he’s just delicately tracing his name(I also think he does this in anther drabble/part where he traces his initials)

2) Also when i first read poyt it was before you started roleplaying as steve and before we started making fun of his stupid ass. So now also when i read it I can’t help but think about how unserious and unhinged this man is lmao. Like yeah it’s hot but also you fucking psychopath like it’s so unhinged that he’s literally tracing his name on her leg.That man is OBSESSED. Like it makes me giggle that big bad alpha steve is (i think) subconsciously delicately spelling out his name on his omegas leg.

So that was two things!

He was tracing his initials on her leg bc he was in the middle of gaslighting her with sweet words and manipulations bc he did that a lot in parts 1 and 2! Steve knew that his scent, his words, his “gentle” actions (tracing her leg lightly) would ALL make omega fall into his trap and believe everything he was saying.

BUT ALSO. I do think there was a bit of honest tenderness and possessiveness in that too. Like a SMIDGE of tenderness and mainly possessiveness. Like we all know Steve loves to visibly mark up his omega as his, so he was probably imagining his name tattooed on her or his mark on her or his initials on her skin or something like that, which is why he did that. BUT he also liked touching her and he liked how soft her skin was, so there’s that too.

Honestly, the Steve roleplay has humanised poyt!Steve to an extent and made him into a funny character but like… he’s really awful, especially at the end of poyt 2… like that was just SO bad and I feel so awful for omega when I read over that part. Like the way he forced himself on her 😭 I mean in part 1, it was pretty noncon/dubcon already but part 2 was just a lot more worse and intense and ugh… so yeah!

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Chaotic DBD Annotations: Episode FOUR!

My dad just compared Niko to Yukio from Deadpool 2 XD

I WISH TO PAY MY RENT WITHOUT FEEDBACK

honestly I thought the letters were from a man the first time I watched, at least partly because the song playing when she reads it is about a guy

GO TO SCHOOL

"I don't have anywhere to be but right here" I mean I know she means it literally because even if Crystal went to school, she wouldn't remember, and because she lied about her age, but I wonder if this is an allusion to the books, because Crystal was only ever enrolled in school when she felt like it.

"soulmate"? Really??

actually, can I make a case for ^^this being autistic black and white thinking?

"A pretty big leap" I see what you did there

If Crystal got her hands on the envelope, she might have seen Maxine doing something stalkerish and have to explain her reaction to Niko with Jenny in the room

Jenny can't even be nice without compulsively being mean right after lmao. I mean it's sad.

what is that stick?

I guess it's been days or weeks, bc apparently Monty has been a Thing for awhile now.

BUT THEN WHY IS HE ONLY NOW BRINGING UP THE DEVLINS!?

Is Dagfinn sexist or does he just want to only explain himself once?

He's dead and all he wants is to be alone and do the one thing he's interested in. Dagfinn is autistic.

Who would make a toy like that, and why/how did old Daggy get one??

MUSHROOM HAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT IS SHE DOING. DAG TOLD YOU.

I have never heard of such fishsticks.

Period medical term for depression, go off Edwin!

"probably high" UH WHAT!?

and she was so dismissive of Asha

what is Asha playing at? she believes the kids imagined it then randomly brings up pranks??

grinning ghosts

of fucking course he has to be ominous about it

why IS he acting weird?

did she hear that from her own house??

why are they still under the spell as ghosts when they don't even hear the call anymore?

kill him

I think he meant "old" in a different way but okay

why is Monty "fun" just like Charles is "fun" for Crystal? in both scenes that wird had a weird amount of emphasis

random cat yowls lmao

CK is standing on some sort of elevated platform methinks

make your case to who?

"way off" my ass

THE GUIDE BOOK

yknow for someone who works with children she kind of sucks with them

FUCK I LOVE THE VISUAL COMPOSITION IN THIS SHOW

my eyes are squinting :(

ph wait the bigass fish kites are foreshadowing

mushroom teacup?

what do you mean "where did you go" you didn't see him leave you left first

*quirky sting*

the sun is blacked out in the Lillith one

why are mermaids and sirens conflated?

I was so excited when I first watched bc I immediately recognized that image as the Irish folktale, the Washerwomen, of whom my memory is admittedly lacking, but I still like that there is one incorporated with the show.

blood magic, bloody linens. for an episode about positive connotations to red, there's sure alot of blood references. Thankfully, due to color theory,

red boat??

Did Asha do all those paintings or just the Washerwoman?

haha stuffed seagulls

lots of shell crafts, a wholeass intact jaw of sorts.

setup for the commonplace book!

what are her voices normally? Iris??

if those two weren't supposed to know, why was Niko allowed to know?

when did they explain to her who the cat king is??

she's so worried and wants Crystal to go home :(((

he's mad you aren't letting him take care of you and protect you like normal or something????

why does she thinks it's real??

aww

Does she know personally, or from manga?

Also there is definitely logic behind the love in this show

also Edwin instantly realized Niko meant him and Monty, rather than herself. I wonder how much thought he's given that.

well, the pink book and the pink lights were both to do with the Sprites, so I wonder if it is used in the show to signal attention as well.

Niko color coordinates her own fits on purpose, the pink when she knows there's love involved and the red for her first official case, but she also wears pink before finding the letter writer, if I remember. I'm getting ahead of myself.

he can't even say "kiss"

the small "I don't know" awww

MUSIC

he lives his little rock

I don't think that is a prism

OOH KALEIDASCOPE SHAPES AND COLORS

tf you mean "you can see the future too" !?? WHO ELSE SEES THE FUTURE

that scream. there's two screams layered together but if you Korken coddling one sounds like a slide whistle or howling animal and one sounds like a tire screech sound effect

but WHY is it 'your' burden?? Also are those ropes bloody too???

but. everyone dies at some point. and Angie will feed again one day if she stays alive, or she will die and you're responsible for her.

Washerwoman is sitting right in the same spot as Niko was before.

OH THAT'S what makes the storm plot-relevant.

how AND WHY

I wonder what about that specific moment helps her look within. I mean besides the missing powers plot.

tiny coffin??

typewriter with missing keys is. not very useful.

there's a lesson on there somewhere. about Maxine's MO being in the shop. idk.

Jenny doesn't just look at her reflection. she sees it in a cleaver. with the red lights.

MUSIC

her red lipstick is so much brighter than the rest of her outfit.

Good on Jenny for not volunteering information!

forgetting spell and compulsion spell. interesting.

"Not that it's my business" feels like an important line. like he doesn't deserve to know if he never saw the Washerwoman?

Also Charles has a funny triangle hand pose rn

several empty jars on the shelf

this music reminds me of Lost in Oz show

why "long" pig?

MUSIC

is reading funny now?? Charles, what is funny?

ah yes, the 1960s modern masterpiece.

Also, I haven't read it so I don't know how committed the author is to the "dolls" thing, so this "over (Ed's) head" business might just be another Molly situation now I think of it.

MONTY he's so cute

"where did you come from" *stares in wtf* go off Crystal

what IS the peach pit?

lots of kite festival posters

"tells" and "told" mean pretty different things, man. tells like often and told like once, or tells like once and told like irrelevant?

maybe she DOES have powers, Charles!

so they're assuming it is Crystal's mom, and Charles is now being an optimist because she cares.

also it is kinda funny in retrospect that all they know is that she has red hair and they're like Yup. Crystal's Mom.

MUSIC

MONTY

since I was in that coma WOAG thar sounded intense, not that. since I woke up,

I already made a post on the rest of that quite but I had to include it bc he's adorable

I💀know 👀ghosts 👻don't 🚫drink🍻 coffee☕️but✨️

😬🥺I apologize for being coyyy

he's a detective!✨️✌️🌈😀🥰

this whole interaction LMAO

Also I'm more convinced that Monty has only been around for the times we've seen him. Charles what do you mean they spend a lot if time together

HE HAD A SARDINE

YOU'RE SUCH A WHORE

Do they expect the pork to *stick*?

why not put it in like a bag?

aww she wants their help!

unfortunate 😒but I don't 🙄have time 🕑🕖🕕for your 🤏trivial🤏 human🤏 emotions✨️✨️🌈👻

okay but seriously what IS that

CHARACTER LORE: Night Nurse edition

Niko's face when TNN says "the both of you" ???

Like Crystal just looks at the boys to see where they're at and Niko just had this expression of "oh my fuck"

✨️Edwin knows where he's going✨️

she literally tried to convince Charles to betray him!

wait did they think she *didn't* know their names? I feel like that'd be weirder.

The way they show the dad before you see the scene??

his mom is so sad and scared I will literally cry

so TNN clearly has an understanding of abuse, bc she gets that Charles couldn't "make it better" bc his father was the one at fault, but she is certainly being a dick for someone who is trying to be seen as the savior. Saying that when you have forced someone to relive their trauma in first person, then saying they can only be happy in your afterlife, is ALSO taking away their power. nobody will want to fucking listen to you if you do that.

"even when you try your best, be your best self, this world beats you down for it. Frankly, anywhere is better than this place."

Well first off you did just gloat that you would send his boyfriend to HELL, so you're argument is not ask that sound.

How is he running like that while dying?? holy shit????

GO OFF CHARLES

WELLERMAN

"I STILL HAVE A PURPOSE. I'M A DEAD BOY DETECTIVE" is both a sweet and sad line.

All he wants is to help people 🥲

I love the visual design here!! go off, Angie! specifications the above shot.

EDWIN'S FACE WHEN CHARLES TALKS TO HIM OH NOOO

he told the night nurse he won't leave the agency even for a good afterlife but the moment Edwin has something to say all of a sudden he hates being dead. yknow ik *why* he's doing all that and I'm not mad at Charles but. I can see why Edwin felt hurt by this.

DAGFINN

case closed, I guess 🤷 Niko you're so funny

aww Mick. ofc Niko is the only one to see him.

early kitefest arrivals!

she's so me (I wanna not think for the remainder of the night)

"thanks for saving my ass today" UNDERRATED LINE. she didn't wanna think about her day and the stress, but she can't just let Niko NOT know she is appreciated!

"aww you too" is Charles' ONE default response to Edwin trying to show support. "you can talk to me" "I love you" SAME DAMN THING

I wonder if he believes it. either of them.

WHAT DOES THAT L O O K MEAN??

whoosh

She's so mecore (autistic)

the lil braid in her hairr

I love how Niko progressively ties her hair up more as she gets less shy.

Wanting to do something personal while keeping someone in the room without speaking to them during is SO REAL

*whoosh*

oh I never noticed that lil lip glance when she says that. Is he taking her cue??

I always laugh in this scene because Charles' pants are JUST short enough not to cover his socks

[mangostarjam]

to be fair to us both, i ALSO forgot about read mores and i use them for writing asdfkjlgkl

omg that's so cute... we're writing letters to each other... like pen pals !! i did save this to reply to for when i got on my computer bc i wanted to be able to yap freely HAHA and now it feels even more like writing a letter

it does make me feel like i'm cosplaying an adult (i am an adult) (legally anyway) when i mention my assistant lmao but it's really just the nature of my job that kinda requires me to have one! waiting for the day he can do things without me supervising and i can devote more brain space to all the things i wanna write for fun

panes con pollo looks SO DELICIOUS WHAT. omg i can't wait for you to learn it and have that in your back pocket! you're sooo lucky she's willing to teach you gah i love when people share recipes like that it's like a love language to me. i just laughed out loud at the image of you grinding up dried fig leaves and your bf like, sleepily rubbing at his eye to make sure he wasn't seeing things in the middle of the night HAHA

YEAAAAAH BUDDY okay honestly you can spell cambodian food however sounds right to you and i will most likely get it and will not be offended LMAO i don't think english letters really gel well with khmer sounds. anyway that sounds so bomb. clay pot pork belly... was it like. kaw sach chrouk? oh but with prahok... hmm... INTERESTING i wanna try that it sounds pretty good! absolutely i will share if i think of anything helpful!! ah but while i have recipes in my head, my family does a lot of freehand instinctive cooking (and i didn't grow up in the kitchen, so i've been sticking to baking (thank you, clear instructions!) until i have the freedom to experiment in my own place) [insert silly family trauma backstory here] but ooh i fucking LOVE samlor kako the pumpkin bits are my favorite! i can't believe i've found someone in the wild who loves prahok HAHA but if it was going to be anyone, it does feel like it would be you with your incredible tastebuds!!

i think we had opposite growing up experiences LOL i could not and would not shut up as a kid and now it's like... you've gotta be in my inner circle if you ever wanna hear my personal thoughts. i can do small talk and coworkers and whatnot just fine but good luck prying anything else out of me unless we are Vibing from the get go. omg though not class president!!! that's so big i'd be nervous as hell too!!

YES SHARE YOUR CANDLES!! i am currently banned from getting more candles but i recently got gifted the honeycrisp apple candle from trader joe's and i'm so basic but it smells SOOO good i'm burning it today bc i did a full bedding-sheets-blankets wash and flipped the mattress and worked out and showered and did a face mask and it's just. dreamy. okay though that nest holiday candle sounds DIVINE?? even if it's the size of a small trash can LMAO and i love that you keep it tied to the holidays!! this isn't a scent thing but now that i no longer work in retail (where holiday music would haunt me), i play n*sync's "home for christmas" album every weekend of december bc that's what i listened to as a kid and it immediately makes me feel like the holidays can be magical again.

oof okay i feel like i'm really yapping a lot right now but i love citrus scents any time of the year, apple and pear for fall, and green tea scents for spring. i'll dig out my candles sometime to give you a proper list haha but overall i don't tend to enjoy the really reaaaally floral scents (i do love jasmine though)!

also can i just say. i am about to go into your ask box to say this again but waking up to your comments and tags on my writing like. made me tear up. made me feel like i should keep sharing my writing if that means people like you will enjoy it!! with so much love in my heart (wow that sounds so corny but it's TRUE) thank you 💕

fuji!! how are you doing on this fine day lovely lady? i'm responding to our thread here bc idk what the etiquette is on reblogging long ass conversations on the same thread lmao so to be safe i'll just send u a new ask.

soupmates is so cute and i love when typos become canon jargon in friendships hehe. you've made me crave croissants again and i am wistfully thinking of how we have a rule that while we're in france, if one of us asks "what time is it?" the other is legally obligated to respond "croissant o'clock" and then we go find a boulangerie. this is how we end up eating 8 croissants/day whenever we're there.

wttcsms is on my deep dive list too!! every time i see them on my dash i'm like how does it feel to never be wrong? ack i've just been so busy that the only time i have to trawl tumblr is during my unhinged insomnia hours when i'm only half aware of what i'm keyboard vomiting lmao NO FILTER only screeching.

okay not mushrooms but this weekend i was busy running around the kitchen experimenting with my lil hoard of fig leaves! i made fig leaf syrup, fig leaf oil, and experimented with dehydrating and freezing the leaves for preservation. i also tested different ratios of toasted fig leaves and pandan in creme brulee and panna cotta so i could see how the flavors bloom in dairy in preparation for the idea i had for my cake. then i gave all the excess treats to baristas at our fave local coffee joints bc i'm not a huge sweet tooth and this was tew much dessert! after i found a ratio i thought worked, i made the cake except i'm afraid it's going to turn out hideous (it's still in its cake ring rn) but it's basically a first draft cake and i can refine it next time! you should see the notes i took on it. i always try to start with a neat plan and end up scribbling all over it with ideas and corrections.

tonight we've invited a couple of our friends over so i can do a fig leaf-inspired dinner with hamachi crudo with fig leaf oil, tomato bisque with fig leaf oil drizzle and crouton, slow roasted salmon in fig leaves (finished with a sear from our bernzomatic + searzall bc crispy salmon skin is life), and the fig leaf and strawberry cake. my friend also got cheesybf a new cocktail set for his bday so we can use the fig leaf syrup to make some nice gin cocktails or a fig leaf strawberry mocktail!

right now i'm munching on leftover crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew for lunch with jasmine rice that i steamed with some of the leftover pandan leaves for extra ~aroma. i still have a ton of leaves so i think i'm gonna make a pandan simple for my favorite matcha pandan lattes.

re: urls haha YES chopsticks are the best way to eat flaming hot cheetos and no one can change my mind. i always think of puffins when i think of my own username. those cute lil round birds. with like a lil cheese hat. i also associate you with apples now as we move into fall. but mentally my picture of you is a swirl of the colors in a kent mango, scented by mango skin by vilhelm and just a hint of kilian's apple brandy on the rocks. maybe a waft of mfk 724 and something like clean cotton or a soft white floral.

HAHAHA totally fair i just realized it was getting long maybe i should put my responses under a read more LOL

i'm responding a day (??) late (time is fake) bc i had to recover from how gorgeous your cake looked and sounded tbh. but i'm good!! my new assistant at work is picking things up quickly and has common sense which is sadly in short supply around here lmaooo

there's a vietnamese bakery in my hometown that makes the BEST croissants i've ever had in my life (though tbf i have not been to paris yet!) and they supply all the local taquerias with bolillo so they are Churning Out Breads but i cannot emphasize enough that it's like. a warehouse space. with a door on a side street and the price list handwritten and they only recently started accepting anything but cash. i love them. the croissants are huge and lightly buttery and delicious. i will now be declaring it's croissant o'clock any time we happen to drive nearby haha

wttcsms and dee my beloveds!!! on behalf of all writers though i will say no filter unhinged screaming comments/tags are GREAT to read. i hope your busyness is the good kind!! it's always lovely seeing you pop up on the dash or inbox or wherever but i hope you're having a good time here >ᴗ<

oh my goddddd your fig leaf experiments... divine. glorious. something about the description of "seeing how the flavors bloom in dairy" is just. dreamy?? you sound like a wizard creating your own magical spell book tome with your scribbles and notes and ideas (saying this in SUCH a complimentary way). crispy salmon skin IS life i just had some last night hehe i had to look up crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew but YOOO this reminds me of duk prahok... yum. and oh my god crying tiger steak is like. a summer staple for us. i never knew it had a NAME. not to over share but my family is from cambodia and i have so many recipes in my brain that i just figured were things my dad created LOL

AND I LOVE PUFFINS!!! in like second grade i did a report/presentation on puffins unprompted unsolicited to my class. i read a book about them and was obsessed i wanted everyone to learn about them (yes i am/was a nerd) (bless my teacher for letting me present lmao). and i do love apple scented things mmm. one of my favorite candles ever is autumn air from elder&co (notes of wild apple and pear and fallen oak leaves). i'm so glad it's getting cloudy and cozy season is coming bc i can light my candles without feeling too silly. do you have any favorite candles?? oh these other scents are SO GOOD. i love that!! brb going to find a way to smell these immediately

[katsu28]

return to sender

pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

summary: you’ve been getting your neighbor’s mail for the past few months and you were okay with it, but now came a time to finally talk to him about it 

warnings: light swearing, neighbors meet cute, bradley's biceps bc god damn they deserve a warning of their own (2.5k)

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The first time you got someone else’s mail, you didn’t think anything of it. Bradley Bradshaw, it said, 1987 Pennsylvania Court. That was a few doors down from your place, and they were just letters, you could just drop them off in his mailbox the next time you went out. No big deal, it was just one time. 

Then one time became twice, which eventually turned into a third, fourth, fifth time, and so on. Letters soon became bigger envelopes, which didn’t actually fit into his mail slot. 

So you started dropping them on his doorstep, leaving them for him to find the next time he left the house. Knocking on his door and giving him his mail seemed like it would be too much of an endeavor for your poor social skills, because you’d seen Bradley Bradshaw around from afar sometimes, but you’d never said a word to him. No, he was big and tall and scary looking, and as much as you hated to pass judgment on people you didn’t actually know, probably a jerk. 

So yeah, sticking them in his mailbox, leaving them at his door and hightailing it out of there was the best option for everyone. It meant you didn’t have to confront him and tell him that his mail was being sent to the wrong apartment, and he didn’t have to waste his time talking to you. Win win for both of you. 

That all went out the window today, when you opened your door to see the biggest box you’d ever laid eyes on sitting on your welcome mat, the mailing address on the top flap spelling out none other than motherfucking Bradley Bradshaw in large, bold letters. Upon trying to lift it, you very quickly found that you couldn’t even get it to budge more than an inch. 

Looks like you were going to have to talk to Bradley after all. 

After giving yourself a pep talk (and hyping yourself up and going through all the things that could possibly go wrong) you marched your way over to his place, practicing what you were going to say to him the whole way. 

You exhaled one last sharp breath through your mouth, licking your lips nervously before knocking on his door, once, twice, a third time. Faint footsteps came from inside, the clicking of the lock a few seconds after, then the door swung open. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the person standing in front of you. It was Bradley, of course, but up close for the first time. For once, you could see him in his entirety, and holy fuck was he hot. Clad in a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts, he looked unfairly good—a far cry from you in your stretched out leggings and frayed sweatshirt from fucking college. He was tall and broad and tan and about a dozen other words you couldn’t even think of right now, not when all you could do was barely control your reaction to seeing him. You wouldn’t be at all surprised if there was a ‘loading, please wait’ signal flashing above your head. 

His gaze landed on you hovering awkwardly on his doorstep, offering you a polite smile. “Hi, can I help you with something?” 

“Hi. I live a few doors down from here and I think there’s been some sort of mistake with the post office, because I’ve been getting your mail for the past few months.” You blurted, pressing your lips together right after the words left your mouth. Way to ease into it, loser! 

Bradley’s eyebrow’s furrowed, mouth turning down into a confused sort of frown. “Uh…no, I don’t think so? My mail’s been getting here just fine everyday.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been dropping it off in your mailbox every time I get it.”  

His eyes widened, mouth dropping open the tiniest bit in…was that shock? Surprise? Possibly guilt? Maybe a mixture of all three. “Shit, really?” You nodded. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t even—I didn’t notice.” 

Honestly, you were expecting him to be a dick about it, but here he was, apologizing for something that he couldn’t have even known was happening all this time. It was throwing you for a loop, because you’d built him up in your head to be kinda mean and scary, but he was actually really nice. 

“Um. It’s—it’s okay. Just thought I should let you know.” 

“I guess I should be thanking you then.” He smiled warmly, and you had to fight the urge to turn tail and run. Bradley Bradshaw had the kind of smile that had the power to throw your whole plan out the window. 

See, you’d banked this entire interaction on him being an asshole. You’d tell him to come get his package, he’d do it, somehow fix the whole mail delivery problem, and then you’d never have to talk to him again. Problems solved, no reason for you to have to take this any further. 

Except he wasn’t an asshole at all, which made you feel like an asshole. 

“I’m Bradley, by the way,” He offered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Which you already knew, ‘cause you’ve been getting my mail for months. I never got your name though?” 

“Y/N.” You replied, shifting your weight to your other foot. He repeated it, bobbing his head in acknowledgment. Hearing your name come off his lips was…well, the only way you could describe it was weird. It sounded somehow better than you’d heard it come out of anyone else’s mouth. “Right, so that’s not actually what I came over here for. Well, it was to tell you about the mail thing, but also something else. You’ve got a giant package.” Your face burned lava hot as you realized what you said and what it sounded like you were saying (two very different things, by the way). 

Bradley coughed abruptly, choking on his own breath at your words. He pounded on his chest a few times to recover before speaking. “I’m sorry?” 

“Your mail—a really big box. Sent to my apartment. Again!” You exclaimed, attempting to salvage your dignity and this downhill spiraling conversation. You could see Bradley was trying to keep his composure so as to not make you feel any more mortified than he could clearly see you were, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. He’d brought up a hand to rub at his mustache, effectively covering most of his mouth, but the beginnings of a smirk curled the edges of it, his eyes glinting in barely contained amusement at your blunder. “There’s a giant box that belongs to you on my doorstep and I can’t move it, so can you just…” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come grab it.” He nodded quickly, grabbing his keys and stepping outside. He shut the door behind him, gesturing for you to go first. “Lead the way.” 

You started the walk back to your place in dead silence, keeping your eyes trained on the sidewalk so you wouldn’t have to say anything to Bradley. You’d rather stew in your own humiliation and impending misery than initiate another conversation. Or think about how attractive he was, but that was besides the point. Totally, completely irrelevant. 

It was going pretty well, but then, he spoke. “So, when did you move into your place? I can’t say that I’ve seen you around here much.” 

He was trying to make small talk, you could tell. Probably to avoid having to dwell on the very awkward situation from moments prior. And as much as you didn’t want to make any more of a fool out of yourself than you already had, it would’ve been rude not to answer. 

“Been here a few years. I keep to myself mostly though.” Mainly to avoid situations like this. 

“Ah yeah, I’m usually not here too often. My job takes me a lot of different places, so I’m typically gone for months at a time.” He replied casually, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Long business trips?” 

“Sorta. I’m Navy. Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, naval aviator—at your service.” Navy, interesting. Now you were wondering how those broad shoulders fit into a jet. 

“So you zoom around in the skies for a living?” 

“It’s a little more than that, but yeah, pretty much,” He snorted, said broad shoulders shaking with laughter. Damnit, even his laugh was endearing. It was getting harder and harder for you to justify making this thing with Bradley a one off. “Maybe I could take you up in my jet one day, give you a taste of what flying free feels like.” 

Was he…flirting with you right now? 

You finally looked at him, raising a curious eyebrow. “Really?” 

“Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s extremely against the rules. I can’t do that, I don’t—I don’t know why I said that.” Bradley admitted, offering you a rather embarrassed smile. 

You didn’t know how to respond to that, but good thing you’d arrived back at your place right at that minute, the huge box on your doormat instantly distracting him. 

“No way! I’ve been waiting for this thing for ages!” He exclaimed, squatting down to run his hand along the cardboard. He turned to you, eyes alight with pure joy. “You wanna know what it is?” 

You didn’t feel like you really needed to know, but from the way Bradley was beaming at you, you found yourself actually growing a little interested. “What is it?” 

“This fancy new coffee machine one of my buddies has been raving about. Apparently it’s supposed to brew like, the best coffee ever. I really think he might be exaggerating a bit, but Hangman’s fairly reliable when it comes to cool things.” 

Your brow raised in curiosity. “Hangman?” 

“His callsign. Mine’s Rooster.” Weird, but somehow it seemed very fitting. 

Bradley hefted the box into his arms with ease, resting it on a raised knee as he attempted to get his arms around it. His biceps bulged with the effort, and you had to make a conscious effort to avert your gaze. God, those things had to be bigger than your head. 

“Thank you again for dropping off my mail all this time, you really didn’t have to.” He said earnestly, fighting another smirk. Oh, he definitely caught you looking.

“I didn’t mind.” You replied quickly, feeling your face grow warm again. “Thought they might be important things. Naval aviator paperwork, maybe.” 

“Right. Well, I’ll let you get on with your day,” Bradley chuckled. He shifted the box a little higher up in his arms, and you looked anywhere else to stop your eyes slipping to his flexing biceps yet again. “But hey, if you ever wanted to chat or hang out or something since we’re neighbors, feel free to swing by. We could try out this coffee machine, see if it’s worth the fortune I spent on it.” 

You hesitated in your response. You knew it wasn’t anything serious, just some coffee between two neighbors, but the weight of it hung heavy in the air. Did you really want to make this more than a one time thing? 

Bradley was really goddamn nice, and as pathetic as it might’ve sounded, just that was enough to make your answer lean towards yes. But he didn’t need to know that yet. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to pressure you for a response right this very minute, so you just nodded. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. It was nice to meet you, Rooster.” You were slightly teasing him about his callsign, but it didn’t look like he minded one bit. One side of his mouth lifted into a smile, dimples on full display. 

“Call me Bradley,” He insisted, brown eyes not unlike the coffee he was offering up boring into yours. “Please.” 

“Okay. Bradley.” He looked pleased at that. “See you around, I guess.” 

“I sure hope so.” 

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It was weird how frequently you did start to see Bradley around after that. You’d stopped getting his mail, but sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of him through your window on one of his daily runs, and a lot of the time you somehow left the house or came home at the same time, which resulted in more conversations with each other. 

He’d always go out of his way to say hi or good morning to you when he spotted you, even if you had your head down or your earbuds in, and one time he even scared the living shit out of you by tapping your shoulder when you were looking for your car keys in your bag. Turns out you’d somehow dropped them near his car (which you didn’t even know was his car), and he was on his way out too when he spotted them. 

Things like this happened so often, you began to get used to Bradley. Talking to him became easier, less nerve wracking. It got to a point where you even started to look forward to seeing him out and about, because your interactions always ended up leaving you in a better mood. He was funny, charismatic as hell, and definitely easy on the eyes, and as much as you were afraid to admit it at first, you started to like him a little more than you knew you should’ve. Part of you thought that he might like you too, but you just weren’t sure. 

Yeah, he was a little flirty with you, but you just chalked that up to it being part of his personality. No way he was actually serious about it. That was just who Bradley Bradshaw was. 

Or so you thought.

The answer to your wonders came in the form of a stack of your mail in your mailbox one day a few weeks after the whole giant package fiasco. There was a sticky note attached to the top one, a message scrawled across the paper in small, messy letters. 

These were mixed in with my mail today. My my, how the tables have turned. Here’s my number in case the post office decides to make this a new thing. - Bradley 

You had to hand it to him—Bradley sure knew how to make his mark. You smiled to yourself, phone in hand, fingers entering his number and tapping out a message before you could even take a second to dwell on it. 

y/n: that offer for coffee still on the table by any chance? 

You set it face down on the kitchen counter the moment after you pressed send, walking away from it like that would quell your nerves as you waited for Bradley’s response. But really, what was the likelihood that he was going to see your message in the next—

Ding.

It was pathetic how fast you bolted back to the kitchen to snatch up your phone. 

Bradley: Absolutely. Tomorrow at noon sound okay?

y/n: sounds perfect

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley had also been waiting anxiously for your text, digging his phone out of his pocket the second he felt it buzz, hoping his not-so-subtle way of slipping you his number wasn't too forward of him. He couldn’t help the stupid grin that stretched his lips as his eyes read your text over and over again. It would be perfect. 

Now if he could only figure out how to actually work the goddamn coffee machine, it would be even better. 

[virginburial]

.·:*¨༺    sextape.      ♱   bucky barnes ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you bother your upstairs neighbor or alternatively, in which you, a cam girl, try to do your job and accidentally wake up your neighbor

SHIP: fem reader!bucky barnes, FATWS bucky barnes WARNINGS: explicit content, mentions of sex work, mentions of daddy issues, explicit language, random story-telling/plot

WORD COUNT: 4.8K SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/4rEGJ9KirDlKiOHxqVwcVg?si=a3c34ab37c7749d0

A/N: hi everyone! Buffy here, this is my first oneshot on here that will be posted on ao3 and wattpad later in the week. i know this concept is kind of unrealistic but it’s also the best idea i had for bucky bc i’m writing him for clout, it was hard to think of anything else. i apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. forgot to mention that i’m super adhd and get my letters and grammar confused. not even accidentally dropping 144 bucks on Grammarly can save me :,)) REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

                                                     .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

"Alright! should we go with option one or two?"

You weren't always the outgoing type, and when you were, you were most likely in your element; but nothing could compare to how very much 'in the zone' webcamming made you. Things have been different since you were able to move on out of your childhood home; your lack of world experience hit you hard. of course, the blip added to the economic stress of it all, but you were so sure that when everyone came back, everything would be normal again, right? Something had to give. Next thing you know, you got fired from your barista job because of the workplace blip act - basically ensuring that the blipped got their jobs back. Their livelihoods. As if you haven't been scraping for your own since they all dissipated to nothing. Whatever, you were over it now. Or you presumed you were. It used to be so easy to find a job, but webcamming wasn't your final option; there was always working for the city's sewer system - yeah, fuck that.

Besides, as complicit-in-your-own-oppression being a woman may seem, the false illusion of having control over your body felt somewhat empowering. You never were big on your sexuality until you discovered webcamming, and it gave you the confidence to treasure the wonders of the sex world - sex work wasn't fun for everyone, but you were happy it was fun for you. Consider yourself privileged. It went from being scared to taking off your shirt, to randomly buying fun wigs and toys to wear and mess around with during your shows. Rent would be on the back burner as corsets and vibrators started to rack up a bill with your bank. It didn't matter, though, men were throwing money at you, and it all comes back; a complete cycle.

Sure, there were the downsides, like dealing with someone who lacked respect or was just indecent, but that was the magic of the internet or at least chaturbate.com. All you had to do was block them. You were laying it all out there, and there was nothing they could do or say to make you feel any more naked. It did hurt still. And it does ruin the overarching mood of the so-called performance-please don’t try to do that thing where you settle for webcamming over an acting career ... it's just sad. Like broadway, hecklers get ushered out, and the show always continues. Then it goes all over the place. Either way, it happens.

Nonetheless, you were still you, just with a new hobby. It's no different than being a writer or a painter, someone who got a hold of art the way they want to see it. The point is, you were still you, but you were finally home in your skin, and at the end of it all, the digital footprint will become privatized by law, so we can't snoop in on what Mark Zuckerberg or Grimes is doing. Everything matters, and it doesn't, so you go with toy number two despite the comments telling you to use toy number one. You were a tease like that, and you loved making those paypigs wait until frustration because of the payout. It was just a basic vibrator with the craziest settings imaginable. You tested it out before the show, and it already made you weak enough not even to consider it. But you did because you learned the fun way not to judge a book by its cover.

The cam girls get to have personalized websites for their business, and you took it upon yourself to make the website so very much yourself. You didn't have to pretend with your audience. think of it like MySpace. You even had a bit of having scene aesthetic to your site, but it was all centered around you. You, you, you, what would your audience ever do without you?

You slowly set the vibrator on high, the words are in Japanese, and you managed to memorize some of the characters to know what it means, spreading your legs open to reveal skimpy pink laced panties that complimented your skin color. There was already a puddle forming on the base of your panties from earlier and then throughout the day. Mainly because you and your neighbor were chatting up about the new upstairs neighbor. The man seemed disheveled and gloomy, almost like a lost puppy, and you had a thing for strays. You wouldn't say it out loud today because everyone is so political, but you liked the idea of fixing someone. You were probably projecting and wished someone would correct you, but putting all that energy into someone becoming better, helping them, that interested you. Cry for help, probably? Not like anyone could hear over the excessive amount of moaning you were doing. Either way, he looked sad; you liked sad, repressed trauma aside, you thought he was handsome. Then you let the thought of him simmer down in your mind, which was a mistake on your part, leading down to you concluding that your attractiveness towards older men was either your father's or Lana del Rey's fault. Somehow.

You began fidgeting at the sensations rolling through your body as you tried to keep your thighs from squeezing shut, but it was hard; then the sound of coin slot machines started rolling from the computer. You felt like Schrodinger's dog, the sound triggering you to shut your legs, taking deep breaths as a slight giggle left your mouth. Blood ran to your cheeks like a marathon, causing the chat to compliment how cute you looked when flustered. You peaked at your panties to notice how the puddle suddenly grew into an ocean, flopping back to your bed and turning on the vibrator again. You thought it would be funny if you teased your audience again, flipping the setting up and placing it on the base of your areola as you stared into the camera. Glittery makeup and lipstick smudged as your blonde wig threatened to fly off. You let it slowly trail down your stomach - the vibrations from your abdomen were already setting you off - steadily going down south until you heard three loud knocks on your door.

"Shit!" You whisper under your breath as the chat freaks out with you. You look at the chat and try to remain calm; this usually never happens. One; because your neighbors don't care, and two, you're never that loud. you weakly smile. "I'm going to put the show on hold, i'll be right back, Lovelies." you kiss the camera, saying it all with a defeated tone as you quickly pause the show. You grab the pink cheetah robe you've had since you were fifteen - back when you had a bit of a princess aesthetic - and ran to the door, struggling to put it on as you made sure you covered just about everything. damnit, son of a bitch cunt whore slut, the colorful words started to pile up in your mind as you reached for the front door. you have got to be fucking kidding me

in all his exhausted glory; there he is, the mysterious upstairs neighbor

he looks timid, almost like he didn't want to bother you. meanwhile, all the blood from your cheeks went directly back to your cunt. "hello, um..." he sighs softly. "I haven't really set up my bed yet; I kind of just have this mattress that's on the floor." the look in his eyes screamed 'why did I bring that up??' as you tug on your robe. "so I can hear everything, and I haven't been able to get some sleep." you heard him just fine, but you were to busy to notice what he was wearing; grey sweatpants and a black tank top; yes, he was packing. The thing that caught you the most off guard besides his sweet-raspy voice was his metal arm. You grew up in a small town with a vast military population, so you knew and had family and were friends with people who had prosthetics. His, however, was strange. The metal was much more refined, it looked very, very, very expensive. You might just be assuming, but why does a man with such a costly arm live in the dump you live in? just a thought as you avert your gaze back to him. "I'm so sorry, i'll be sure to keep the noise down... i-i don't have any guests, it's just ... me." why the fuck would you say that?! you scold yourself as the man cracks a small smile and looks down at your robe. "cool...?" he says in the same tone.

you start to fumble. "I-I'm sorry I-I dunno why I said that sometimes my mouth is faster than my brain-especially in situations like this." you ramble a bit. Make. This. Less. Awkward. I'm. Begging. You. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

The man still has the small smile he had from your confession. He seemed rather amused at how quickly you shattered in his presence. you couldn't tell if it was attractive or unbelievable how someone could look like a nirvana song. "Bucky." he introduces himself, and suddenly, the mystery is solved; his name is Bucky. he then points to the wig struggling to stay on your head. "I'm guessing you're ... cosplaying is the word, right?" he takes a pause. "cosplaying Hannah Montana-" "-oh no no no." you take off the wig, revealing your loose and messy bun/braids, a few pieces of your hair falling to your face as you, in sitcom fashion, throw the wig to the side. "I'm... I'm an actress," you say confidently. You two just kind of stand there looking at each other before your maternal instincts kick in, it's midnight, and he looks tired. You bite your lip hesitantly. "come in, I can make you some tea. It's the least I can do for waking you up." you open the door a little for him, not giving him a chance to reject you as you reveal how snug and perfect the robe fit around all your curves. he noticed that. And just like that, he strolls into your home.

You go to the kitchen, your thighs rubbing with every step - just reminding you that you were still on the clock and that you were still very, very, very desperate for some touch. You just had to make Bucky some tea now, did you? You grab the sleepytime tea box that sat elegantly on your microwave and fill the mug with the words; "maybe swearing will help" printed with water. Making tea was damn near ritualistic. You can't help but feel Bucky's presence, though. Lurking in the shadows and looking at all the fun knick-knacks you collected. You turn to him. "so, you from New York?" you ask.

he nods. "Brooklyn born and raised. I just came back from living in Wakanda for some time. Also spent a little time here and there..." no actual specifics besides Wakanda and Brooklyn. "you from Brooklyn?" he asked, but you shook your head. "small-town girl, I'm from the south. I moved up here during the blip." you explained. Bucky nodded. "to become an actress? Like on broadway?" he asks.

He remembered your white lie. How sweet. You squeeze your thighs a little and gulp. "n-no." you laugh a little. "I came here to get away from losing my brother in the blip and start school. I'm studying biochemical engineering. I wanted to study theatre and the arts, but my dad told me that it was a waste of a college education and that he wouldn't pay if I went and did theatre. but now that my brother is back, he can focus on ruining his life instead of mine..." you ramble a bit before seeing the look on Bucky's face. he was intrigued at the little spice you were able to throw in the conversation. you bite your lip. "sorry, I shouldn't be trauma dumping on you like that...dad's, yknow?" he nods in agreement. "but i've always wanted to be an actress-"

"so, you're not an actress? you're a biochemical engineer student?"

You feel a pang of guilt for lying, but you realize now that you should probably tell him, considering that he's your neighbor, and warn him about the cons of your newfound profession, such as the noise and noise complaints. you scrunch your nose and tilt your head to the side. "I am, but not in the traditional sense ... I'm a porn actress, webcam, actually. I started a couple of months ago after losing my job after the blip." you keep it short and sweet, turning over to the microwave to fetch him his tea before turning back around, you didn't want to see his reaction, but you did, and he looked relatively unfazed. Most men scream and run in the other direction, weak, but Bucky... doesn't care. You decide to change the topic. "what about you? why are you here?"

"...I was in the Army, just came back to get my life back on track, have to do court-mandated therapy now. I should hate it, but a small part of me is glad I'm going." court-mandated therapy? no wonder he's unfazed by a cam girl. "I'm sorry, I know what pornography is, but you said you did webcamming? what...is that?"

you narrow your eyes at him. "you...don't know what caming is?"

He shakes his head. "nope. I'm old-fashioned, don't even have those fancy smartphones." he says as he pulls out a Nokia. "holy shit." you say as he beholds the ancient relic. this was going to be good. Suddenly, you felt your clit throb as he glanced at your robe; you couldn't help but want to show him. You suddenly remembered all the thoughts you left on the back burner about him, simmering down until it boiled and exploded. You were at your boiling point,.your cheeks turned red as you pulled out your phone, going to your site as he keeps staring at you. he could tell, he could tell that you were holding out; considering that you were standing right in front of him and you had your legs crossed. You didn't want to show him your old shows, but at the same time, you didn't want to show him anyone else. If he was going to watch, it had to be you somehow. You pressed on your most recent one from two days ago, skipping ahead before showing off yourself in a sexy nurse costume. You pull the phone away before he gets to peek, though. "you sure you want to see this?" you asked for his consent.

bucky nervously laughs, his smile suddenly getting cheeky as he rubs his chin. "I mean, Y/N, you're showing me pornography-not like I haven't seen it before." his smile slowly turns to a smirk. He was so shy at first, maybe you said too much, overspilled, but no, that wasn't the case. he wasn't getting comfortable with you. He was somewhat charming you. or at least, appeared that way. "cmon, you can show me." he smirks softly at you.

Fuck. Me.

Without hesitation, you show him. You could see his pupils dilate right away, his cheeks getting a little pink as Bucky... studies you. He's not engaging in the content, just analyzing it like an accountant. He holds the phone and observes as you start to feel hot, skin sizzling-almost like a hot flash of some kind-as his eyes follow your every move. he glances over at you. "arent your other neighbors concerned about how loud you are?" he asks almost mockingly, teasingly, but he was serious. You shake your head as your moans echo throughout your apartment. "my neighbor on the left is my best friend from middle school, who told me I should look into this. The neighbor on the right is Miss Chen. She's hard of hearing; I told her I had a cat. and the neighbor across the hall, Amelia, is a flight attendant. Lucky, right?" you try to pause the video, but Bucky is mesmerized by your movements. "so all you do is...sit in front of a camera naked? And people just give you money? And it's live? How...innovative." he said like it piqued his interest. you began to laugh nervously as you finally managed to pause it. he could see it, how visibly nervous you got around him. he furrowed his eyebrows. "why so shy? You weren't earlier." his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You decide to play his game. "first of all, it's not just sitting in front of a camera and looking pretty. Second of all...whatever happened to being old-fashioned? aren’t you going to buy me dinner first before you look at me that way?"

Bucky looks down a bit bashfully, handing you back the phone as you start to question his motives. "is the real reason you came down here was to quiet me down? or something else?" you ask. You had to have asked. You were okay with whatever answer, though. He's hesitating, though, Bucky glances back at you. "well, it's hard for me to sleep regardless, thought I'd be more tired if I came down here then go back up, but I'm wide awake...why? Were you hoping I came down here because you were moaning like that?" he asked. The conversation was starting to cross the rhetorical-question-turned-confession territory. A small part of you wanted to say yes; ever since he moved in last week, you'd cross paths with him, and he'd stay on your mind. But hooking up with your upstairs neighbor? Webcamming was one thing; being with someone, after how lonely the blip was, was another thing. but something about Bucky made your stomach turn into Simone Biles; flips and tricks and jumping through hoops at the mention of or the glances from Bucky. "...moan like what?" you raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Bucky seems hesitant, maybe he didn't want the conversation to continue, but it wasn't until he was staring at the space between your chest did it hit you that maybe he was too shy to make a move. Yet, he looked so eager, something was holding him back. You realized you weren't the only nervous person here. But you had to try, and you had to try to get him. You lean in a little closer. "cmon Bucky, why so shy? You weren't earlier." you mocked him, playfully teasing him as you slowly grabbed his hand. "may I?" you asked him. It only felt right. he nodded his head and watched as you guided his hand down to your core, his calloused fingers running against your inner thigh as you slowly humped on his hand, rubbing your clothed cunt on his rough palms as a soft moan left your lips. he looked at you in awe, almost like he couldn't believe you were real. You keep a steady pace as you hold onto his shoulders, smiling a little at him because his reaction was priceless. "did it sound like that?" you innocently asked as lust glazed over your eyes.

He lets out a shaky breath. "oh .. fuck..." he said in a throaty tone.

You watched him crumble as he grabbed you and smashed your lips against his, teeth hitting teeth as you eagerly kissed him back, his hand staying still on your cunt as its presence set you off. The first thing Bucky does is undo the loose knot on your robe; it's almost like that's what he wanted to do the moment you answered the door. He reveals your breasts, his sweet kisses never breaking from the fact that you were naked besides your wet panties. Your jaw starts to buckle and hurt as your bottom lip turns red from the friction. Bucky pulls away, practically panting as he delicately brushes your hair behind your ear. You can't help but notice that Bucky was still a gentleman in all the tension. Even if you wanted him to pound you. You could tell this was a little unorthodox for him; maybe he truly was old-fashioned, but also very touch starved. You pull him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants, your hand slowly wandering down to his expanding tip as your index and thumb rub it. You could physically see Bucky relax into your touch as he latches on to your neck; soft kisses on your neck before going completely animalistic on your chest.

You let out a soft whine before grabbing his face and passionately kissing him, your thighs squeezing around his hand. You pull away from him, both of you panting as you hold his warm hand, noticing a thin coat of your wetness before dragging him into your room. A piece of you wanted him to bend you over the counter, but you voted against it. that's when Bucky's eyes landed on the computer. "...is it live-?" he asks. You shake your head; webcamming was your thing; it didn't mean it had to be Bucky’s. But Bucky surprises you. for a man who ‘didn't know’ how to use a laptop; he sure worked his way around it. You - laying in your bed and squeezing your thighs, raise an eyebrow and laugh. "what are you doing?" you giggled.

"hitting two birds with one stone."

He quickly finds the GO LIVE button and moves away from the frame, leaving you front and center, watching the views roll in from your loyal fans as Bucky grabs you by your chin and kisses you lustfully. You could feel your skin cry for him as your knees got weak; the kiss was out of the frame, Bucky made sure of it because, god, it would be embarrassing if anyone there recognized him. It wasn't long before you flopped down on the bed and spread your legs for him like magic. You didn't know if it was because he looked like a movie star during the golden age of Hollywood or because of how mysterious he was, but Bucky made you weak. So weak that you didn't care if this was the first and last time he would touch you. You feel his rough fingertips slowly slide off the panties you've soaked, seeing your hole overfilled with your wetness. Bucky slides his warm hand in between your folds, causing you to jerk your hips slightly, trying to keep them down as your chest starts to rise.

Bucky lets out a dry chuckle. "you're sensitive, how...cute." he mocks you.

The disgusting thing about it is that you liked how he mocked you, watching you squirm as he spits down on your clit, saliva hanging from his lips as he leans down and slips his tongue in your mouth. You open your jaw a little more so he could explore your mouth, watching him pull away before feeling the freezing metal from his other arm hit your clit at full force. At this point, that's where your heartbeat was, and the cool metal was making it worse. You gasp and let out a quiet moan as you look into Bucky's eyes; he knew that would get you. watching as you shut your thighs around his arm, he roughly pries them open. "I don't think so." he damn-near growls at you. a chill ran up your spine before feeling two cold fingers slam into your hole, your walls closing in on his index and middle finger as he holds it there. What a fucking tease. your clit was begging for attention as he looked down at you. "not so talkative now, huh?"

You arch your back, practically offering him your body as your eyes beg him to move his fingers, but he doesn't. he keeps them there to remind you of how helpless you indeed were. Not like you didn't know; you were vulnerable for him for a whole week. He slowly moves his fingers out of you, carefully rubbing them on your bottom lip before you eventually obliged and sucked them dry. The sound of coin slot machines echoed in the room as you shakily closed your legs, squeezing them shut before feeling your chest heave - you were already orgasming? To be fair, you have been teasing yourself for a good hour before Bucky waltzed in. a deep moan left your mouth as your thighs shook and coated themselves in your cum. Your back was getting sweaty as your cheeks turned bright pink. Bucky watched as your body compulsed. You could tell he loved the show but was disappointed that it wasn't him making you shake like that.

Bucky watched as your body tried to maintain itself, finally calming down after your rolling orgasm as the sound of coin slot machines went crazy. You weren't letting yourself catch a break as you felt your clit throb for more. That's when you felt Bucky move—dragging you off to the edge of the bed and sitting down. Having you lay across his lap. You've seen and read enough porn to know exactly what was going on and obliged happily. You watched him slowly take off his tank top before making it into a ball and stuffing it in your mouth; a makeshift gag, if you will. Your right-hand touched his chest and feels him up as he keeps you in a comfortable position. Now, you couldn't think about the timid and traditional man that came knocking so he could get some sleep; your mind bombarded with thoughts of the eager and somewhat perverted sweetheart that was helping you relieve yourself after pulling you away.

His hand hits your ass hard, and you gasp and whine in pain, feeling your body tense up as he smacks it again. The noises from the laptop ringing again made you want to follow through on your habit, so bucky spreads your legs and then spanks you, hitting your ass and cunt with full force. Moans with hints of pain muffled through your gag. he seems amused, seeing your clit turn red and raw from the amount of spanking he did; you shake and quiver every time he spanks you and misses; which is often. By then, you were already horny again. Bucky stuffs three fingers in you unexpectedly, causing you to let out a loud moan. His warm hand goes to your mouth, covering it and shoving the gag deeper into your mouth, causing the fabric to tickle your throat and gag reflexes. Tears come to your eyes as Bucky decides to tease you by leaving them in there. again.

You feel the walls close in on his fingers and ache for them to move, so when he finally does drive them, you feel a wave of euphoria hit you. He curled his fingers as the metal slid in and out of you, causing you to spill out in moans. You were almost glad he improvised a gag because it would be embarrassing if your neighbor, Miss Chen, realized you didn't have a cat. Your heartbeat begins to steady itself, something you were grateful for before Bucky places his cold thumb on your clit and rubbed you like he was playing a scratch-off lottery ticket. It felt like a dam broke between your thighs as you wiggled and tried not to give in so quickly. But you couldn't help it. He was overstimulating you to the extreme.

Your thighs begin to shake as a tear or two rolls down your cheek from how overwhelming it felt, but you couldn't imagine yourself being anywhere besides his lap. Feeling him spread you out and spank you as you wiggle more and more for his touch, even if your clit was starting to swell up. Bucky was too preoccupied with you that he probably didn't notice how hard he was getting; your right-hand slides over to his clothed cock as you gently squeeze it, hearing a soft but deep groan as Bucky leaves another red and purple mark on your ass. "take my fingers first, then we'll see." he raspily tells you, but you knew you weren't going to last long. You longed to have him inside of you.

And he knows.

he knows you won't last that long either, maybe he's alluding to round two? not that you had the energy to think coherent thoughts as a tsunami wave of pleasure hits you. heavy breaths as your chest rises and falls flat, as you creamed all over his hand, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as his curled fingers hits the right spot one last time. if heaven was a place on earth, it was on this man's lap. you look at him, your eyes glossed over and your cheeks red as Bucky pulls out the balled up tank top out of your mouth. you pant and looked over to your laptop screen, seeing the money you made rack up more and more. speechless, you glimpsed at bucky before planting a sweet kiss on his lips, only for him to glance at you and say:

"guess I can finally sleep now."                                                    .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

[muertawrites]

I don’t even know if your requests are open or closed,, so if they’re closed you can just ignore this☹️

So,, hear me out — it was present day, 2022, and Eddie and Y/n’s grandchild(ren) find photos of Eddie and Y/n in the 80’s, and Eddie and Y/n’s child, their mom, catches them looking at their parents photos, and when Eddie and Y/n find out about this, they offer to show their grandchild(ren) more photos.

I need some Eddie fluff,, sO😭 YEAHHH. anyway,, have a great day/night ily/p — 🦔 (call me hedgehog anon😁bc i love hedgehogs fr)

i am screaming. i am crying. i am puking up blood at how unbearably ADORABLE THIS REQUEST IS how dare you make me face my romanticism and sentimentality

i'm going to write this as just a headcanon bc if i think about it too hard i might actually shatter my own heart. i'm also gonna tweak the family setup a lil bit.

so like

let's talk about eddie in his 50s

that man's a silver fox. kept his long hair and totally metal wardrobe. aged to perfection. still a massive ball of unchecked chaotic good. owns a music shop and rides a motorcycle.

and of course he's still head over heels in love with you. every day he wakes up next to you and is like "that's my person. the most beautiful person in the entire world. i am so lucky <3". like he still gets butterflies around you. you've been married for 20 years but he still writes you notes like "will you go out with me yes or no"

and hey let's talk about that marriage!

it was not planned

you were perfectly happy living in a domestic partnership and not getting the law involved

until you both royally fucked up and he got you pregnant

and this poor man was terrified when you found out. not because he didn't think he could be a dad, but because he was afraid you were gonna leave him. you told him you didn't want kids and he went and did the big dumb and didn't use a condom. but he reminded you repeatedly that it was your body and he didn't care what you did, he would still love you and support you and be there through all of it.

but you actually decided... hey. if i'm gonna have a baby, eddie's the only baby daddy i could ever want. so you told him you wanted to be a family.

and he immediately proposed.

so fast forward to today. it's 2022, and your now full-grown baby is headed off to college. she's nervous as hell. so you pull out the shoebox full of photos of you and eddie when you were her age to help reassure her.

the first ones are just goofy ones, back from before you and eddie started dating. pictures from the road trip you guys took when he drove you to college, standing in front of his van packed with your stuff. pictures from parties you went to together, drunkenly laughing with plastic cups in hand. polaroids and letters you sent back and forth to each other, unable to talk about anything more than how much you miss each other.

the next ones you show her are of your pregnancy and her birth. eddie kissing your growing bump. standing with his arms wrapped around you in front of the house you bought. sleeping in a chair in the hospital with a bundle of blankets in his arms, thick tufts of black hair peeking out the top. uncles dustin and steve huddled around her, staring at her with massive grins on their faces. wayne sitting with her at his kitchen table, eddie at his side and both smiling adoringly down at her.

then there are the ones from her childhood, the ones she remembers. sitting on eddie's lap while he teaches her guitar. getting carried on his shoulders at her first metallica concert. giggling at the funny voices and faces he made while reading to her. asleep in the back seat of his van, curled up with the stuffed dragon she's had since she was a baby.

eddie making devil horns with her to celebrate her spelling bee win.

you braiding her unruly curls for her middle school graduation.

you and eddie hugging her in a sandwich on the night of junior prom, forcing her date to take the photo (not pictured is the very long, very menacing lecture eddie gave the poor boy, even though he was just taking her as a friend. it worked though - he got her home an hour before curfew.)

"... you didn't want a kid, right?" she asks. "how did... how did you do it?"

you sigh, pulling her in close.

"it was terrifying," you admit. "but... i had your dad. we had each other. and we had everyone else in the family with us, too. none of it has ever been easy, but it's all been so much better because we're surrounded by people who love us, and we love you more than anything. and that's what you've got to focus on. the good things will make you strong enough to kick the bad things in the teeth."

"hey, that's not how i taught her to fight," eddie chimes as he enters the room. "kicking teeth is too difficult. you gotta go for an uppercut, jam the fucker's nose into his skull."

he grins and flops down onto the couch beside her, kissing her forehead.

"ready to head out, padawan?"

she nods.

"yeah. i'm actually... i'm really excited!"

as you watch her bound into the back seat of eddie's jeeep, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly and pressing your back to his chest.

"we made a pretty cool little human," he muses.

"yeah," you agree. "yeah, we really did."

[ellieswaifu]

first of all i just want to say i LOVE ur writing and i've been wanting to request this AND i think you're the PERFECT writer for this, so there's this sound on tiktok where's the guy says "i'll do anything to fuck you." and the girl replies with "you're so sweet, but no." can u PLEASE write a smut fic from THAT with confident!ellie and the fem!reader who's playing hard to get? omg i need to take a break from tiktok istg

study date | ellie x f!reader

summary — you and ellie are paired up together for a class project.

word count — 5.14k+ (HUHHHHH)

genre — college!au, smut, fluff

warnings — mdni pleasee, slow burn ?, ellie is horny, smut; rough sex, top!ellie, pet names, praising, oral (f!receiving), strap-on sex, semi/light choking idk, hickeys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ;) not proofread, this is filthy guys beware

a/n: : > i decided to do it as a college!au fic if u don mind bc i felt like ellie would hav more confidence in that au— i always feel like ellie is always so angsty in tlou LMAO ;-;

rules | m.list

You were always a work of art to Ellie. Beautiful, smart, and always so nice to everyone, and she wanted to ruin you so bad. Everyday, she can’t help but stare at you and undress you with her eyes. On her lucky days, you wear short skirts and all she does is gaze at at your legs and thighs, watching how the fabric sits comfortably on your ass. She thinks your thighs would be so much prettier around her head.

And of course, you never fail to notice her stares. For some particular reason, whenever the professor calls on her, she always seems so distracted, so inattentive. That is, when you turn to glance at her, her attention is always on you.

You know who she is. Ellie Williams. She’s in school trying to get some science degree you don’t know too much about. She’s also popular with the ladies, no doubt; she’s got the brains, the looks, the confidence. God, you practically write a whole book about her huge ego. Reason being that no girl has ever rejected her. She had a different girl in her bed almost every week, always falling for her ploy. She’s basically got a ninety-nine percent success rate.

And the last percentage she was missing, was you.

Ellie always greets you with a flirty smile on her face each morning before class starts, complimenting how you look each time, and as always, you always choose to ignore her charms.

It’s frustrating for her; how someone as stunning as you hasn’t been in her bed yet. Oh, the things she would do just to have you scream her name, laying in her bed with your legs spread just for her, all hers to enjoy. It drives her crazy each day, seeing you in class in your pretty, little outfits. She wonders who you’re trying to look good for. She imagines it was her.

“Ellie, can you repeat what I just said?”

Ellie snaps out of her trance and turns to look away from you. She meets the professor’s gaze, smiling sheepishly as she leans back in her chair.

“Uh, well,” she scratches her head and at the board, where the powerpoint shone in big letters. “Project?”

The professor rolled his eyes and started repeating said project briefly for everyone to hear again. Ellie pays attention this time, listening how he explained that the project will be done in pairs and she sighs. She always wishes she’d be able to do one of them with you, but all year, the professor’s been pairing her up with some nerdy kids she could care less about.

The professor shows the last slide of the powerpoint, where he shows the list of pairs who’ll be working together. Ellie can’t help but groan, preparing herself to read some unfamiliar name right next to hers.

But, to her surprise, it’s your name that was spelled out.

Ellie reads it over and over again, double checking multiple times just to make sure that she wasn’t imaging things, that she wasn’t hallucinating. She stares at the board until the professor shuts off the projector, almost saddened by the fact that she wanted to look more.

She turns her head to look over at you, and you meet her eyes in surprise before turning away quickly to avoid her gaze. She smirks as she stares at the back of your head, thinking about all the ways she can convince you to come to bed with her. She can’t let this opportunity go to waste.

When class ends, Ellie sits back in her seat and doesn’t move and inch, just watching you pack your books, folders and papers back into your bag slowly before standing up.

You stare at the board only for moment, contemplating what you’re about to do next. Turning around, you look over at Ellie, sitting in her chair with her eyes already on you, seemingly waiting for you. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk over to her desk, causing her to lean forward a little bit as she taps the bottom of her pen against the surface.

“Hey, babe,” Ellie greets you, her lips curving into a small, devious grin. “Study date? My dorm? Preferably on my bed?”

“Library, Ellie,” You correct her, rolling your at her and tightening the grip on your bag, “Four o’clock.”

She smiles at you, “Yes ma’am.”

You nod, looking at her for only a moment. Her gaze intimidates you almost. You’re not going to deny that you’re attracted to her and was clearly showing interest in you. If you were every other girl, you probably would’ve given in to her acts of seduction, but you were you, and you weren’t planning on giving in just yet.

Ellie watches the fabric on your ass as you walk away with a faint sway of your hips. It’s almost like you knew you were driving her crazy to the point where she can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re sitting in the library this afternoon, right on time, Ellie arrives about fifteen minutes later.

The library was quiet with occasional light chatter and the windows were wide and big, suppressing the sunlight behind these grey curtains. It was a clean, modern library with tall shelves filled with a vast amount of books and you’re sitting at a table with a book in your hand, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently, clearly waiting on your late partner. With another smirk, Ellie walks up to your table and sits right across from you.

“What’re you reading?” Ellie rests her head on her arms, leaning over the surface of the clean wooden table.

“What do you think?” you say, not even giving her a glance.

Ellie stares at you then looks towards the stack of textbooks right in front of you. The corners of her lips tug into a small smile before pulling out a notebook out of her backpack and grabbing one of the textbooks you picked out. Ellie wasn’t a bad student or a delinquent or anything. She pays attention to her studies at the right time and does her work ethically.

As time passes and as the sun begins to set, Ellie drops her pen onto her notebook with a tiny thud, curling her hand into a fist before stretching it out. Her green eyes land on you as she rubs the tattoo on her arm.

You’re still reading and writing notes in your flimsy notebook with an old mechanical pencil. For a second, Ellie just stares. No sexual thoughts or anything. Your eyes focus on the words in your book, eyebrows furrowing slightly when you stumble upon something you don’t quite understand and your nose scrunches up a bit sometimes, she notices.

And all Ellie just thinks about is how pretty you are.

“Staring isn’t gonna get any of this research done, Ellie,” you say, this time with a smirk on your face, not looking up from your book.

“I know,” Ellie reassures you and continues to study you.

She can see the heat rise up to your cheeks, flushing them in a soft pink and she would say it might’ve given her butterflies. You’re hiding your face from her, feeling a little embarrassed under her stare as the need to get away from this shyness comes up in your brain.

“I need another book,” you say, standing up immediately.

“Oh, I can come with—“

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head immediately. “I can get it. Stay. Stay right there and don’t move.”

You almost feel like you’re talking to a puppy and luckily for you, Ellie listens and doesn’t stand when you walk away, disappearing into the vast array of book shelves.

Standing closely in front of a bunch of books you don’t even need, you stare at the bindings and book spines that were lined up against each other.

Ellie drives you crazy. You find it quite maddening how the smirk on her lips fit her so well, along with that undeniable charm. You almost want to give in. Let her do whatever she wanted to you. All for her. It’s driving you insane.

You jump slightly at the feeling of something pressing against your back. Immediately, you recognize that it’s Ellie as she places her hands softly at you waist, playing with the shirt that’s tucked into your skirt. You can feel her warm breath on your neck, her lips grazing your skin only slightly.

“I think you’re in the wrong section,” she whispers.

You tense up a little, your grip on the shelf tightening slightly, “What are you doing, Ellie?”

“Just helpin’ you out,” she says.

Her voice gives you goosebumps and you almost, almost just want to lean back a little and the back of your head on your shoulders, letting her do whatever she wants. Fuck.

“This isn’t really helping,” you breathe out.

You can feel a breathy chuckle escape her lips on your neck, as if she knows you’re lying. Her hands travel painfully slow down from your waist to the top of your thighs, giving them a small squeeze before playing with the hem of your frilly skirt.

“You know,” she starts, as her mouth gets closer to your ear. “I’ll do anything to fuck you.”

Fuck. It was a miracle you didn’t give right then and there, but you were so close in doing so. Turning to face her, you wrap your arms around her neck and she smirks, thinking she has you wrapped around her finger.

“Anything?”

Ellie nods, hypnotized by the way you’re leaning in slowly at an agonizing pace. She can feel your breath on her lips and starts leaning in towards you.

“You’re so sweet, Ellie,” you whisper slowly, a smirk tugging at your lips, “but, no.”

Ellie’s smiles fades away quickly as you pull away from her, walking back to the table. You can feel her gaze on you as you walk. Rejecting Ellie made you feel like you could do anything at that point.

When Ellie takes a seat in front of you once again, a little embarrassed, she can’t help but stare at you. Your nose is back inside your book but this time she can you unable to suppress a smile. She’s not going to lie when she says it wasn’t attractive the way you walked away from her. Fuck, you’re so attractive. It only made her want you more. She wanted you in her bed so bad. And she couldn’t even explain it herself.

Two weeks has passed since the two of you have come to meet at the library everyday after all of your classes. You’ve noticed that Ellie was actually a diligent worker and does her part for the project.

You’ve also learned to enjoy her company; mostly consisting of a few jokes here and there, complimenting you each time she gets a chance, and of course, the occasional sexual comments that would never actually go away— not that you’d like them to. Sometimes she’d take a nap, resting her head on top of her tattooed arm, and you can’t resist the urge to watch her for a moment, observing her features.

Then in the evening, when it usually gets dark after you guys finish studying, she walks you back to your dorm building.

You like Ellie. There was something about her that was just so attractive and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

But, today, Ellie arrives at the library with a phone pressed to her ear, chatting away with some other person you don’t ask about. She acknowledges you with a simple smile before continuing her little talk.

You find it pretty hard not to eavesdrop when she’s literally sitting right in front of you, taking her laptop and books out while the phone is still against her ear.

She’s talking to a girl, you notice, and it sounds like they’re talking about some party that’s going down tonight. You stop typing on your laptop, giving their conversation your full attention, not that you can even hear the other side. You can’t help but feel a little jealous, wondering if that girl she was on the phone with was going to be her date or something.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, “Ellie.”

“Hm?” She looks up at you in concern before realizing how loud she’s been, “Oh, sorry. Uh, hey, Dina. I’ll see you later. I’ve got some work to do.”

Ellie bids her friend a small goodbye as she looks at your face, noticing how your eyebrows are furrowed and the light clicks of your keyboard had ceased. She wonders what it was that was bothering you. Did she annoy you when she was on the phone? Or perhaps, are you jealous? She hopes you’re jealous.

You spend another couple of hours at the library until the clock hits thirty minutes past seven. You can’t get your mind off of the phone call she had. You barely got any work done because of it. Jealous. That’s what you were, and you just accepted it, thinking that there was nothing you could do.

Ellie was popular— had many girls chasing after her already. You don’t know how to compete with that. Even if she told you she’d do anything to fuck you. You wondered if she’d just forget about you, if and after that happens. You almost don’t want to be jealous. It was practically eating you a live.

But, fuck, you don’t want her to be with someone else right now.

The sky was dark and the night was cold. You’re walking on a large sidewalk on campus with Ellie right by your side, walking you back to your dorm room. She had on a large flannel over an oversized shirt and You take a few glances at the person right next to you. She was scrolling on her phone nonchalantly, not saying a word.

Eventually, the two of you reach the front of your dorm building. Ellie puts her phone into her pocket and smiles at you, prepared to wave you a goodbye before you walk into the building.

To her surprise, you don’t move an inch.

“(Y/n)? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah,” you nod your head vigorously. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Ellie stares at you curiously, putting her hands into her pockets, “Well, there’s a party someone’s throwing tonight. Not sure who, but I told my friend I’d stop by…”

Friend. You don’t want to think into it too much but you can’t help yourself.

You’re staring down at your shoes, already thinking to yourself that this was a bad idea. You can practically feel Ellie’s gaze on you as you shuffle to find he right words to say.

“Is everything okay, babe?”

You nod again, blushing at the little name she called you.

“Okay… I’m gonna go now,” Ellie smirks at you. “Goodnight.”

It takes you a second to snap out of your trance, watching Ellie step away from you. She’s not far, but she feels like she is and you can’t help but think about the outcome of her going to that party, meeting a girl, going home with that girl, taking her to her bed. No, you don’t want that.

You want that to be you.

“Ellie!”

The girl immediately turns around with a smile, walking back towards you. She still has her hands in her pockets along with that playful smile that’s been on her face this entire time. Ellie swears her heart is beating faster than it normally does. She’s excited.

She knows. She knows what you want. And she wants to hear you say it.

“What’s up?” she asks you, leaning down to your eye level.

You look into her eyes and all of the fear and nervousness you felt goes away in a matter of seconds and finally, you open your mouth to ask, “Can I… Can I stay with you tonight?”

Ellie can hear her heart pounding in her chest. She almost felt like she was dreaming. She takes your hand and tightly interlocks them with yours, eyes not leaving your face. The way you pinked your cheeks and licked your lips has her imagining all the things she would for you.

“I’m not sure I heard that,” she says, a soft and playful smirk donning her lips, “Say it again for me?”

Oh, were you so unprepared for what she has in store for you.

Ellie drags you all the way to her dorm room, which is at a whole other building, pulling you past her door. She pushes you softly with your back pressed up against the surface of her door, arms at either side of your head.

You can feel her warm breath against your lips as she leans in slowly, watching you close your eyes immediately, waiting for her lips to touch yours. You’re adorable, she thinks. But, that moment only lasts for a second before she’s thinking about all the ways she’s going to have you screaming on her bed.

“Are you sure?”

Ellie stares at you with a look of seriousness, realizing that she wants you to confirm your decision before going any further.

“I’m sure,” you say, gently wrap your arms around her neck and smile softly. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Don’t you have a party to get to?”

“Fuck the party,” Ellie stares at your lips; the only thing she has her mind on was fucking you until the sun comes up.

Tucking your hair behind you ear, Ellie places a hand at your waist, untucking your shirt roughly from your skirt. She looks up at you before she does anything else before hungrily pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is soft but eager. Her hands run up and down your waist, frustrated with the fabric separating her from your bare skin as she swipes her tongue at your button lip, practically begging you to let her in. You open your mouth wide and your tongue immediately meets hers, a muffled moan falling into her mouth.

Her rough hands travel down under the fabric of your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. Fingers pressing against your clothes cunt, Ellie moans into your lips as rubs against the wet fabric.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she groans, lips trailing down you jaw and your neck, leaving soft, pink bruises on your skin. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I’d do anything to fuck you.”

Before you can even register what happens, Ellie drops to her knees, face to face with you skirt. She looks up at you, making sure you’re watching her as she pulls your panties slowly down your legs. She slowly litters soft kisses on your thighs as she feels your hands drop onto her shoulders, gripping at them slightly.

“Ellie,” you breathe.

“Yes, baby?”

You shiver at her voice, “I– I need you.”

Ellie presses a smile against your inner thigh and pulls the fabric of your skirt over her head. She pulls your folds apart with two fingers before delving right into her meal. Ellie’s tongue traces your clit hungrily with before traveling down to slip her tongue inside of your hole.

Your moans fill the room and Ellie can’t help but groan into your pussy, the vibrations helping you feel more than just her slick tongue. Ellie eats you out voraciously, trying to edge you on as close as possible. You taste so good, so sweet to her and she quickly becomes obsessed with your taste. Her tongue licks up and down your slit, lapping at you clit before going back inside your leaking hole. Your moans and whines let her know how well she’s doing.

Your hands have a tight grip on her hair and you love the way she groans when you pull on it slightly. Your pussy and dripping right on her tongue and she can’t get enough of how you taste. You taste so fucking good. Your pretty pussy is driving her insane. All she can think about now is fucking you to the point you can’t even remember her name.

“Ellie, fuck!” you moan, the back of your head pressing against the door.

Ellie can feel you tightening around her tongue as she brings her fingers up to play with your clit. The overwhelming pressure makes you feel dizzy. Ellie’s hand are squeezing at the fat of your thighs, silently telling you to let go. Your moans ringing in her ear as she listens to you get closer and closer to your climax.

You come on her tongue, whining her name as your legs shake against the sides of her face. Ellie pulls away from you and smiles, a small but clear shine right on her chin.

Before you could say anything else, Ellie slowly pushes her middle finger right into your pussy. The gasp you let out drives her insane, causing her to add a second finger into your dripping cunt. Your legs started to tremble and shake, sensitive from coming only a moment ago, almost like your legs were going to give in at any moment.

“You take my fingers so well, baby,” she says, pressing her thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles.

Ellie’s fingers pump in and out of you at a unrelenting pace as your grip on her shoulders tighten. Her stares at the way your pretty pussy drips for her, obsessed with the wet squelching sounds it’s making. Fuck, it looks so perfect.

You gush right on her fingers the moment you hear those words come out of her mouth, at the same time when she hits that right spot inside of you, leaving you trembling against her door. She brings her fingers to her mouth, sucks on them, drunk on your juices.

And you’re slipping— your back slides slowly down the smooth surface of her door only for a second before Ellie reaches to grab your hips to stop you from sinking.

“We’re not done yet, babe,” she says against your skin, leaving kisses on your neck.

She brings her mouth up against your lips again and kisses you with fervor. You can taste yourself on her tongue as she pulls you away from the door and onto her bed, your back against the mattress.

Ellie climbs over you and smiles. She has you in her bed, finally, and she’s practically bursting with joy on the inside. She stands at the edge of the bed, right between your legs and pulls her shirts off along with her pants.

You stare at her, her abs on display with some scars on her skin as she moves to pull your skirt down your legs slowly. Once your skirt was off, she starts unbuttoning your shirt, opening it up like you were a present; present being you and your body.

“You’re breathtaking,” she lets out, staring at you making no sudden movements.

You’re a little embarrassed under her stare until her hand grazes your stomach slowly up to where your bra was. Reaching from under you, Ellie unclasps your bra and pulls the garnet away from you with a content sigh.

To your surprise, Ellie steps away from the bed and goes to the corner of the room where her drawer is. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch her curiously.

“Ellie?” you call out. “What are you doing?”

She digs through her drawer for a moment before pulling out her big, black strap on. Your breath hitched as soon as she started walking up to you. Ellie watches your face, watching your eyes widen and start to panic.

A hand caresses the side of face for a moment, before traveling down slowly from your draw, wrapping it around your neck softly.

“You’re fucking perfect,” she says, hypnotized by the way your body looked underneath her.

Her strap presses against the lower part of your stomach. You’re a little intimidated you the size but you trust Ellie. You watch her grab her cock slowly, resting thick and ready in her hand as she observes your face.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me,” she says and you swear you could come right then and there with the sound of her voice and the sight of her seconds away from fucking you into oblivion.

You spread your legs apart for her and she steps closer, the underside of your thighs pressing against her legs. She massages your soft thighs with an innocent smile on her face as you look down between your legs, seeing her strap laying on your stomach. You feel nervous. And she can sense it.

“Don’t worry, babe,” she reassured you. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You nodded as you watched her as she dragged her the tip of her strap up and down your sick pussy. She pushes the tip into your cunt but not enough until she pulls back entirely.

"Mmm, I want you to look at me when I'm inside you,” she says, bringing her hand up to play with your nipples.

“Ellie,” you breathe, moaning her name before you can even feel anything.

“I’m here, baby. Look at me,” she whispers slightly, watching the way you look up at her face.

Ellie smirks at the way you prepare yourself for her strap. Your hands are already gripping at her bed sheets and your eyes giving her the green light to push into you.

Her thick strap slides in easily with a squelch as Ellie eyes your moaning face, watching as you roll you head back against her bed. Your back arches slightly, feeling the girth of her cock filling you completely. The sight of you was enough to make her come.

Ellie waits for you to adjust to the size, groaning impatiently. And as much as she wanted to give you time to adjust, she wanted to start thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. Ellie moved only slightly inside of you and you moaned and whined at the small action. Her heart is beating fast and wonders how loud you would be when she actually starts moving. Fuck, she was impatient and she told herself to wait, to wait for you to adjust, to wait for you to tell her to move.

But she can’t.

“Baby,” she warns you, rubbing your thighs with her hands. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Ellie thrusts into you right after those words leave her mouth. You gasp, hands pulling on her bed sheets as she drills her cock into you. You cry out her name, watching Ellie clench her jaw at the sight of her cock glistening each time she pulls out as some of your wetness drips on to her bed. She’s obsessed with the way your sucking her inside your pretty pussy, thrusting way too hard into you.

Your eyebrows turned up in pain as your mouth hangs wide open, whining and moaning as Ellie fucks you. Her thrusts are hard and fast, giving you no time to take a deep breath. All Ellie could focus on was the way you moan for her, tits bouncing up and down, and your pussy sucking her strap inside with wet noises. Fuck, it was all driving her crazy.

Ellie tilts her hips to an another angle, hitting a spot that makes you scream and attempt to squirm away from her. Her hands grip onto your thighs and pulls you down on her cock, combining it with her unrelenting thrusts, successfully making you scream for her.

“Pretty girl,” she calls you, “Are you gonna cum?”

You struggle to speak, unable to stop moaning so you nod your head vigorously and call out her name over and over as she thrusts into you over and over. You feel her thumb press against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles as you thrash around, screaming into her pillow.

And she can feel it. She can fucking feel it. Ellie knows you’re about to come— it gets a little hard to thrust into you, your pussy tightening around her strap.

Fuck, you’re taking her so well.

And after a couple more thrusts, your body twitches as you gush around her strap. You shudder on her bed, trying to catch you breath, but Ellie doesn’t stop. She keeps going, fucking you through it as you squeal against her, so sensitive from the previous orgasm. You gripping her shoulders before wrapping around to dig your nails into her back as she groans.

“E-Ellie, p-please, I–“ you babble, an attempt to try and tell her to slow down a little bit, but you don’t finish your sentence and decided to take whatever she was giving to you.

She’s so distracted by the way you look when she fucks you, the delicious sounds your pussy is making. Her cock drills in and out of you mercilessly as she listens to your whines. Fuck, you look so pretty like this.

“(Y/n)… Come for me again, baby, please, fuck,” Ellie groans, hips speeding up as she rubs your clit again.

You melt at her touch, whining at the stimulation on your bundle of nerves. She fucks you hard, thrusts knocking a little breath out of you. Ellie leans down, her elbows at each side of you head as she pistons in and out of you, your face right in front of hears. She can’t help but think that your whines are the prettiest thing she has ever heard.

Her last thrust pushes you into oblivion as your back arches, front pressed against her torso while you release, making a mess all over her strap once more. You are sure you left scratch marks on her back with the nails you’ve been dragging all over her skin.

Her forehead laid against your shoulder and smiles, the side of her face pressing against the skin of your neck as she listens to you catch your breath. You’re still twitching and trembling, legs still spread wide as Ellie lead in between them. She keeps her strap inside of you comfortably, not moving an inch.

Ellie feels your hand tracing the tattoo on her arm as she pulls her head back to look at you. Her free hand tucks a some of your hair behind your ear before bringing her thumb over to trace the bottom of your lips.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she breathes. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Ellie is obsessed with you and the way you look under her. You’re so beautiful. She doesn’t even want to think about pulling away from you and finding someone new.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laugh, thinking she said that as a joke.

But if only you knew how serious she was and how the only one she wants now, is you.

a/n: i’m srry this is so long for like no reason LMAO but i hope u liked it :-) also i have a sub!ellie smut coming!! vv excited

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 5-6

Dont get me wrong i love dareth but why is he the most prominent side side character in the show

Coles whistling sounds so pretty

I love how Cole accepted his faith, giving up, but then he found Zane, gaining a whole new motivation to escape.

Its canon that Dareth nows makeup :)

It was so funny how Nya just kept swatting Jays face until he fucking paid attention and looked 💀

Nya: that means theres a spy!

Literally ten seconds after skyler gives Kai the message she got from cole

Kai: a spy… its a good thing we have some people we can trust. thanks skyler!

Omfg i cant with him

Cole: Time to break out!

(Starts running on the conveyor belt and eating pasta as a show of rebellion)

BFJSNFJDNJR

It was so unexpected

Cole doesnt have his super strength or his elemental powers and he’s still taking on 12 guards at a time and winning

Nevermind

HE GOT THE KEYS

Zane: Cole.. you came back.

Cole: of course i did you shiny new tin can!!! (Hugs him) can you feel the love!

Zane: no.

Cole: ☹️

I really thought Nya was gonna just run away but ripping the spell page out of the book is so smart

Zane: the serpents strategy is very clever-

Cole: WERE ABOUT TO BE EATEN, ZANE.

Cole: pixal?!?!? you got a girl stuck in your head?!?!!!

Coles lines are always the best

Chen: youre harshing my viiiibe 🙄💅

Holy shit dareth can actually sing, good for him

A painting falls on Jay and suddenly hes immobile, get yourself together my guy

Kinda crazy how there's spys on both sides here

Oh wait

The title is ‘spy for a spy’

I'm stupid

The ninja will be like ‘a ninja should-’ and ‘a ninja shouldnt’ and then just say basic morals

Nya is such a girlboss in this

See this is what im talking about when I say she knows how to fight

Its so cool that one of the most intense battles we get in a season called ‘the tournament of the elements’ is nya against clouse

Ohhhh okay so skylers his daughter

Honestly thought she was his granddaughter with how old he was

Jay: they want us to hunt nya down! She wont stand a chance!

Jesus jay have a little faith in her, now ik what she means when she said you dont take her seriously

Ik Skyler is withering in guilt bc everytime she talks to Kai it's like ‘yes, im here for a loved one and im trying my best, oh and that's my sister were all hunting down, another loved one.’

He doesn't catch a break

Why did they ALL let go of their parachutes when the floor gave way.

Lloyd saving his father by giving him the parachute and Garmadom immediately growing worried and angry is just- 👌

Wait Lloyd can make an energy dragon?

Thought that was something he could only do as the golden ninja

Maybe the golden power was like a boost. Helped him work his powers better and now it's more difficult.

Can all the ninja do that? Is that like a thing? Making an energy dragon?

Nya is so smart she's great

Coles covered in powder AGAIN why does he keep doing this

Zane: with all our combined weight, escaping through the system should be fine.

Darreth enters the scene

Cole: time to think up another plan

That was so mean 😭

Chen was always just like that huh

Garmadon was so… sincere. So good even when evil was consuming him. He didn't even want to replace Wus love letter with his name

Okay yeah I fucking hate Chen he can rot in hell.

Kai: maybe we should be together- wait no that didnt come out right. I mean its a big island so maybe if we were a couple. Wait no! What i mean is-

Hes so in deep

Hes so ‘confident’ and flirtatious like that girl at the gas station but when he actually likes someone hes such a goofball :)

Mr pale: youll never get away with this chen.

Chen: Really? Where have you been! Ive been getting away with this time and time again!

I cant believe they showed that the master of flight was killed and due to that he had no descendent to give his power to

The tea lady!!!!

Kai and Nyas parents :)

Its so nice to see these cameos

Dont the anacondrai generals come back sometime in skybound?

Wait I thought Wu and Misako knew about Garmadons letter and him training under chen

Cole: okay, so maybe rolling ourselves up into giant eggrolls isnt the best plan.

Karlof: we could make a roto jet

Zane: that could actually work!

Cole:

Cole: we’re UNDERGROUND.

Okay but what is actually inherently wrong with clouses use of the dark art.

From what i can tell, its able to use a bit of every element and more but what's wrong with it other than how him using it for malicious intent

Holy shit Jay just fucking exploded

SKYLER.

How did she not think that through

You JUST used the ice power of the friend Kais literally searching for

On the other hand she was being really truthful at that moment in wanting to make sure Kais friends were okay and in a moment of desperation, used Zanes power. Which she would not have done if she was thinking carefully about keeping herself hidden as the spy.

The way they animate Skyler makes her so emotionless. Like, give my girl more than one expression.

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heyyy so i’m back with more random late night thoughts i am so sorry except that i’m not anyways

okay okay okay sooo since roach is (selectively??) mute he uses BSL and ASL to communicate. but now that he and rigo are exploring each other’s bodies talking and being cutie patooties together, i’d assume that roach like. still communicates non verbally and signs. soooo like how much ASL/BSL does rigo know?? prolly not much BSL i’d assume bc he’s american 🦅🦅🦅 so like could we possibly get a lil scene or blurb or mention where roach is kind of teaching it to him or something?? bc that would literally be so cute IDK 👀👀 IM JUST SAYING QUEEN you do you. we’ll eat that shit up anyways 😌😌

killing me with this ask, anon, truly

rigo's really just hardly getting by, a lot of what he does is read roach's fingersigning and is slowly learning ASL from both reaper and roach

and for you, just for you (and all my other tumblr followers), i will give you a sneak peak at an unedited snippet of c25...

Third time. This is the third time Rigo spelled his name with a 'q' instead of an 'r'. With time to kill between missions, Roach and Rigo made it their shared goal to fully get the former into the saddle, with the simplest of ASL. They'd been doing really well with texts and scribbles on scratch paper (or important documents, but were Price and Gallagher gonna care? Probably not...) But unlike Reaper, who seemed to pick up both ASL and BSL like it was nothing, her counterpart was struggling a lot more. They'd gone over easy stuff like "hello," "hungry," "bitch," "bacon," and "dick," but it was kind of important for Rigo to know his own name.

Gary inhaled slowly, holding his breath for a second before the Californian sheepishly grinned before him. "Fuck up again?" The Brit shook his head and held up his hands, this time much slower than the last, spelling out the shortened name. "R," "I," "G," "O," before his hands settled. He watched as the American's hands were brought up, a determined frown across his features while the green-eyed man sat with a content look.

Rigo was cute, to say the least. Sun-kissed sepia skin with a million and one freckles, big brown doe eyes that glittered when he looked over at Gary, wavy deep-brown-nearly-black hair cut into a mullet that swept around his cheeks in the most handsome of ways, a big toothy grin to match his harmonious laugh-- not to mention how touchy he was-- yet in a way that understood boundaries. Their first introduction was polite, proper, though, without any physical touch. Standing awkwardly on either side of Laswell, they waited for the rest of the 141 to unload off the plane. The blonde woman had translated a quick back and forth between them, but otherwise, Gary noticed he stayed pretty quiet. That was until Reaper had gotten more comfortable. It appeared that when she warmed up to the team, he did too.

Suddenly, Rigo was everywhere. Usually at his friend's hip, but gradually, he was there helping with unloading, eating with the team, joining in on the post-mission barrack parties (Scrabble and scary movies), and even sitting closer to Roach. Gary'd noticed that the guy would occasionally catch his eye, sending him a sweet smile, before going back to jabbing at Reaper, who he'd sometimes call "Grim," "pendejo," or "puta" (whatever that meant). After a short while, Rigo was starting to greet him with half-hugs, claps on the shoulder, and even reaching over to pick a piece of dust or dirt off Gary's goggles. Maybe it was because he was always around Reaper, or perhaps he was just that nice, but it never seemed to bother him that he was always wearing some sort of covering.

Rigo started to sign "R," crossing the wrong finger over the other, stopping to laugh at his own silliness, then returning to signing the correct "R." Shit, he was really nice to look at. Knees touching on Roach's room's carpet, the only light being the shitty lamp in the corner, Gary watched him form the other letters. For some reason, every time the Californian looked up, it was like he was scanning the exposed features of the Brit. Without goggles, his beautiful eyes could be shown to the world, and boy, did Rigo absolutely relish in that.

On the final letter, "O," Rigo mimicked a handjob motion, giggling again as Gary shoved him a little. Instinct suddenly had him grabbing Rigo's hand, forcing his fingers to pause and move into an 'o' shape. There was a pause, a hitch in Rigo's breath, as they both realized how little space there was between their faces. Quiet and still was the world around them for that moment.

Without pulling away, his voice hardly above a whisper, Rigo asked Gary something that'd been itching at the back of his mind for quite some time now. "Hey, do you know, um," he swallowed, he was cute when he was nervous. "What's the sign for..." Slowly, Rigo's hand rose again. "K," "I," "S--"

Before he could even finish the second 's,' Gary'd pulled down the mask, grabbed his face, and slammed their lips together. The American jumped, squeaking a little in surprise, but melted into his touch, hands dropping to hold Gary's waist. Gary felt Rigo press forward, moving easily together, humming into the paler man. Lips breaking from his bright smile, finally pulling back and catching their breaths, they simply basked in one another's light. Shoulders rising and falling quickly, eyes locked onto each other, studying each other's features for just another few seconds before the American cut back in. "I don't think I understood that fully," he purred, lips curling up to crinkle his eyes. "Mind showing me again?"

[kwdaebin]

hi everyone! i’m miya and PSYCHED to be here with bill nye the science guy, kwon daebin :’) click the read more for some of his info & plots below + feel free to like this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll hit you up!!! you can also feel free to add me on d*scord @ 국밥boi#8158 🚀

born july 17, 1996 (25)

country bumpkin from good ol’ gyeongsangnam-do, so if you love a man with a thick country accent... here u go

parents met in a cult so they’re low-key cray cray and his ambitiousness & drive to be smart and successful are what helps him keep distance from them lmao (they’re flat earthers)

was always that kid growing up that won first prize for his volcano science project

everyone kinda knew he was destined to be the successful scientist... he’s crossing his fingers

physics graduate student & has a minor in astronomy

president of the astronomy club but honestly he’s so f*ckin busy with his graduate work that he’s not very good at keeping the club active :’( he was super active as an undergrad tho

dream is to work at nasa (resume is currently in the works)

typical hot nerd in the streets

same typical hot nerd in the sheets (just give him a little liquid courage)

literally always wearing his glasses. he’s blind as a bat and refuses to wear contact lenses unless he absolutely HAS to… he’s that guy from that episode of twilight zone who is the last person on earth and ends up breaking his only remaining pair

basically daebin in a nutshell

ps DON’T mention harry styles to him or else he’s going to tie you down and force you to listen to harry’s place from start to finish and will actually yell at you if you try to talk over his music

you didn’t hear this from me buttttt he likes girls with big hoo-has & boys with… height

is actually pretty social, you just have to talk to him for a little bit to warm him up ♡

he hates astrology so much so don’t ever mention that around him either. he’s a cancer btw

textbook smart but fucking stupid with shit you’d think he’d have a better handle on ie. is bad at day trading, struggles with fitted sheets, and has poor spelling 

some plots that might be fun:

a. ya boy likes to party sometimes when he needs to relieve stress; normally he doesn’t like to go too hard because he’s sort of an old man and his body can’t really tolerate drinking ‘til 3am anymore 💀 maybe your muse is a bit younger (20-23) and convinces him to stay out and something he regrets happens, ie. y’all kiss because ur both too drunk, he ends up getting too wasted in front of you and you take care of him and now he’s embarrassed to face you sober, etc b. i’m sorry i just have to put this one here but he’s your hot TA and all you want to do during ur seminars is jump his bones... and somehow at some point u get ur way c. someone to proofread his cover letters for his internship and job applications (his spelling and also his grammar kinda sucks so he rly needs a 2nd pair of eyes!!!!) d. planetarium “date” but all daebin does is explain everything to you and ruins the entire experience e. dummy forgets his glasses somewhere and even tho he looks like a complete snacc without them he literally cannot see a THING and please he’s begging you to help him bc he’s so screwed

[tiredassmage]

Memo to future me: there is a reason you avoided pubside Makeb like a plague (it’s long, not particularly my favorite segment of gameplay, why the hell do I always forget the last droid’s second move is an instakill (bc you’ve done this maybe twice, @ myself), dude I just got here give me more than 3 seconds to orient myself). Would not recommend doing again, self akfnlksafdnlkdsfdsf. Rhyst is finally free, but I forgot prelude to SOR is the two back to back FPs and I just don’t have that in me tonight.

So!!!! Back to impside Makeb I guess!!! Because Savosta is also there. I’ve also decided I’m maybe a bit into the utterly doomed bonkers vibes of impside Makeb, like... depending on who you put on that mission, it really can feel like a death sentence - for you as much as it was a bit more obviously to the rest of the crew.

This brought to you by my belated re-rotating of it for Tyr bc I always return to him sooner or later and that made me realize I could probably come up with at least one half-valid reason why the Empire might be displeased with each of the impside characters (or at least certain parties, power plays, y’know) and I distinctly remember Tyr sitting through that briefing thinking ‘what the fuck’ and like particularly with him, it just hits some kind of way.

Think, no Black Codex, Intelligence disbanded, nobody in on him being a double agent for the SIS now anyway, and then a Dark Councilor - y’know, the Dark Council that already thought you were too big for your britches once and thought you should be dead, was swayed just narrow margin into just brainwashing instead - puts him on a seemingly backwater mission for the war effort with ‘failure is not an option’ as a condition. Doesn’t exactly spell the most cozy briefing, and then he gets planetside and finds out the whole damn place is coming apart is like ‘ahaha! nobody mentioned that when i agreed to this!!!!’ And, naturally, any perceived failure is on you. But, I also like the note that Makeb is one of the last good bits Intelligence did dig up, so there’s almost a sense of duty to be there for him. Tyr’s loyalties haven’t been simple since his success on Hutta, I guess, lol.

Then again, I say this, and Savosta doesn’t take it that way, but he’s the Emperor’s Wrath, so he at least has the position to back up any swings back he’d make, if he felt the need to remind everyone of his position again. But he did have to prove himself for that position.

So, it’s a matter of perspective, but it’s a wider variety than the easy, Republic hero go be a good Republic rep and save Makeb! That’s obvious.

Anyway, tldr is probably just me writing another open love letter to the complications of my impside characters. I love you bastards with your conflicted loyalties and troubled identities.