#but oooh man when I started watching this show
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fellas, is it gay to dream about a man, then hunt down said man, eye-fxck each other pressed to a wall and then move in together a week later? asking for a friend...
i started watching the exorcist because i saw a gifset and the chemistry between the tomas and marcus looked enticing. but if someone had told me they met because tomas literally had a psychic link to marcus and started dreaming him every night until he tracked him down. i wouldnât have believed you and yet. and YET
#no but really#not the first show I watched thanks to homoerotic gifs#but usually they are out of context and the rest of the show is at best lightly coded#but oooh man when I started watching this show#I was taken aback by how blatantly gay the show was from the first second#it is glorious#all hail the holy gays#the exorcist tv#tomarcus#marcus x tomas
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âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has to have a front row seat.
warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending
a/n: trying a new fic layout, i hope you all like it as much as i do <3 lol i had the hardest time trying to decide on the song i wanted to use for this fic
you couldnât believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatementâ you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.
with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. âoh my god, you look amazing!â you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelceâs girlfriendâs gaze. âme?!â your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. âlook at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.â you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.
âyou think so?â she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a âokay, weâre on in five!â over one of the staffâs walkie talkieâs. âoh, god, just what i needed to hear.â you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spearâs âgimme moreâ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of âooohâsâ and âahhhâsâ when the first model walked out.
rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldnât help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.
and what a vision it was.
you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. âlook, here comes y/n!â rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. âdonât get too excited, now..â rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached itâs final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.
âyouâre beautiful, babygirl!â rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. âsheâs getting it tonight.â he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.
ânow thatâs a show..â he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; âsheâs perfect.â
eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldnât help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. âoh, rafe!â you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. âyou were so amazing out there, baby.â he rubbed your back. âyeah?â you pulled away, pecking his lips. âfuck yeah.â his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. âcan you take those angel wings home?â he whispered.
âyes.. why?â you smiled mischievously. âcause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.â
#â€ïžâ âč works#âËâč⥠rafe#âËâč⥠kook!sweetheart!reader#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks smut#outer banks imagine#obx#obx rafe#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x you#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe fic
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JJK Men: Finding Your Toys
Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, FAB!Reader
Word Count: 4,952
Warnings: Sex toys! Dirty talk, squirting, smut, videotaping, degrading, holy heck, itâs spicy
A/N: This had me feeling things; I loved writing this. Each one of these hit differently, in the best ways. đ
MDNI!!!
Geto Suguru:
âSuguru!â You called out from the kitchen, standing on a stepstool dusting the tops of your cabinets. âCan you do me a favor, please?â
Popping his head into the kitchen, Suguru stared at the curve of your ass peeking out from your shorts. âAnything for you.â He watched you stand higher, ass bouncing just a bit.
âCould you grab me the spring decorations? I put them on the bed.â
âOn it.â
Ah, spring cleaning. A single day of the year, you deep cleaned your shared apartment. You were donating clothes and books, pretty much decluttering. Then you cleaned everything: floorboards, vents, every crevice. You always felt better after it was done. Plus, with Suguru helping you, you did it in half the time. All that was left was to put up the windchime and new throw pillows.
Then you both could relax.
Suguru was looking forward to a long shower and takeout food. Maybe if you werenât too tired, he could have you for dessert. Before anything like that remotely happened, he needed to finish the task at hand. The bag was right where you told him it would be. Yanking it off, Suguru turned only to hear something hit the floor.
âShit.â He cursed, watching your water bottle roll under the bed. Bending down, Suguru reached for the runaway water, only to feel the corner of an extended storage bin. With a tug, Suguru pulled the mysterious box out, his eyes widening as he stared at the transparent container.
Sex toys galore were inside. Glass dildos, clits suckers, vibrators, regular dildos. The sight nearly rocked Suguru's back as he opened the lid, glancing at the cleaned and organized toys. His cock throbbed painfully as he picked it up, putting it on the bed.
So this was what you got off with when he was on a mission. He hummed, picking up a vibrator and turning it over before grabbing a glass toy. It was long and had a large orb on the end. A g-spot toy. Did you use these to make yourself squirt? Have you squirted without him?
The first time Suguru made you squirt was when you both first started fooling around. His mouth was on your clit, fingers hammering against that spot until you screamed, soaking the sheets and his face. You freaked out at first, profusely apologizing. But your words were silent as Geto went feral, wanting to see you squirt again.
He didn't stop until you were nearly fucked out of your mind. All you could say was: âD-Didn't know I could squirt!â
âSuguru!â Your voice called out from the kitchen. âDid you find the bag?â
âOooh, I found something alright.â
His tone had you turning your head towards his voice. âOh? Was it the fairy lights? I thought I forgot to grab that bag at the store.â Your boyfriend hummed.
âI mean, a few of these light up.â
Okay, the man was definitely up to something. You finished up what you were doing before treading down the hall. As you turned the corner into the room, you froze like a deer in the headlights. Your toy bin was out, and Suguru was eagerly digging through it, a smug smile on his face.
âAh!!â Bolting across the floor, you snatched the toys away, throwing them back inside before reaching for the lid.
Suguru chuckled, grabbing the lid from you and tossing it. âOh no, you don't! We're not putting this away.â With your plan foiled, you held your arms out to block his view.
âNo! It's embarrassing.â
âEmbarrassing?â Looking at your boyfriend, your cheeks flushed as he pulled his sweats down an inch. He's showing you the bulge in his boxers. âIt's fucking hot.â
The humiliation slowly began to fade, a fire replacing it. âReally?â
Suguru nodded while digging in the bin. âYeah, I like seeing the stuff you get off with.â He pulled out your g-spot dildos and vibrator. âTrying to make yourself squirt?â The knowing smirk on his face left you a blushing mess as you glanced away, nodding in response. âDid you do it?â This time, you shook your head.
âI don't think I'm doing it right.â
You felt Suguru behind you before you heard him. âOh? Maybe you should show me~?â
One heavy make-out session later, you sighed softly as you slowly thrust the glass toy in and out of your dripping pussy. Suguru was on his stomach between your legs, watching you like a hawk. The glass toy rubbed against the sweet spot inside of you perfectly. The sensation was almost too overwhelming.
âC-Canât.â Your legs clenched together in an attempt to ease the throbbing.
âYes, you can.â Hands grabbed your thighs, forcing them open. âStop closing your legs; I can't see.â
With an almost pained whine, you kept thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt. It was tight, so tight, your walls were hugging the toy, making it difficult for you to thrust it in and out. You were getting so fed up with this. Glaring down between your legs, you chewed on your bottom lip. Every time you tried to make yourself squirt, this happened. You'd get tired and annoyed before tossing the toy to the side with an irritated growl.
Suguru was focusing less on your dripping sex and more on your face. You were frustrated, focusing too much on the task at hand. You were never going to cum like that. So he gently wrapped his hand around yours, helping you with the pacing of the thrusts. The warmth of his hand and the subtle change of pace had you tilting your head back.
âYou need to relax,â Suguru whispered, pressing hot kisses against your thigh. âYouâre too tense. Stop focusing so much on the mechanics of it and more on the sensation.â
Letting out a trembling exhale, you relaxed, focusing more on how the toy slid in and out of you. Frustrated groans turned into low whimpering as Suguru sucked at your skin. Fuck, this felt so good, like when Suguru would finger you. The familiar coil tightened in your abdomen. The same tightening you usually felt when you would squirt.
âAh, ah fuck.â You arched your back off the bed, pussy throbbing around the toy. âFuuuuck, Suguru~!â
âYeah, feel good?â He asked, still gripping the toy. âyouâre getting the hang of it. It would help if you did a little of thisââ he bit his lip in concentration, curving it up more. When he did that, you saw the entire universe. A scream escaped you as the toy rubbed perfectly over your g-spot. âthere it is; you just gotta curve it a bit.â
âHoly fuck! Holy fuck!â Your legs began trembling as they began to shut.
Suguru sat up, growling as he shifted his body, preventing your legs from closing completely. âI thought I told you to fuckinâ stop doing that.â All you did was whine in response. âAh~ too fucked out of your mind to even notice? God, you're so fuckinâ cute.â The hand he had on top of yours set a fast pace. âYou're almost there, don't stop~ good girl~ good fuckin girl~!â the sweet praises had you speeding your hand up, making your boyfriend chuckle in surprise. âOh, Y/N, you want me to praise you more~? You get off on that?â When you whimpered, he cooed. âMy pretty princess is doing such a good job fucking her pussy. Are you going to cum? Gonna cum for me, princess?â Your boyfriend's freehand began rubbing your clit.
âY-Yes! Fuck ohhh fuck!â Tears formed in your eyes as Suguru grinned, letting go of your hand. Watching as you sped up, not needing his direction anymore. âI-Iâm gonna, gonna cum!â
âThat's it, squirt for me. Make a mess, princess. Ooh!â Suguru scoffed, sitting back as you convulsed, squirting all over the bed and him. His hand rubbed your clit, extending your orgasm, making you squirt even more. âFuck~! Look at you, making a mess, you nasty slut.â
Suguru made sure to watch you. The way your body slowly came down, hips against the mattress as your eyes fluttered shut. The subtle way your hips jerked, trying to evade his hand, which was now drawing gentle circles around your clit.
You were so damn beautiful.
Hungry, starved eyes bore into yours, his chest heaving as you pulled the toy out. âS-Sugu?â Your timid voice didn't seem to break his trance. âBaby? You okay?â Instead of responding, Suguru answered by grabbing your hips and flipping you so your face was in your pillow. âMmmph!â
âYou did okay,â his voice was dark, gravely, âI'd give you a five out of ten.â All you could do was listen, tensing up when you felt the tip of the glass toy prodding your entrance. âBut I think you need a demonstration.â You couldn't even respond as the toy was shoved back inside of you deeper than you could have managed on your own. âMaybe, just maybe, if you cum hard enough, Iâll fuck you.â
Gojo Satoru:
The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from the oven as you pulled the hot tray out. The viral cinnamon roll cookies smelt as good as they looked. While placing the cookies on the cooling rack, you heard footsteps hurrying down the hall. Seemed as though Satoruâs nose was as keen as ever.
âAm I the best girlfriend ever or what?â You tossed the oven mitts on the counter with a fist pump. âNot only do I bake, but I suck coââ Turning on your heel, you were about to wink at your boyfriend, only to find him towering over you.
His face was flushed, and his smile was as wide as could be as he smirked. âWhen the hell did you get this?â Gojo dangled your pink, blue-tooth bullet vibrator in front of your face.
âSatoru!!!â You reached for the toy, only to have him yank it out of reach. âGive it back!!â Satoru shook his head, holding the toy above his head, making it impossible for you to reach it now. âToruuu!!!â
Satoru was as excited as a child at Christmas. He was practically vibrating (not from the toy) with horny energy. What a fucking find! All you asked was for him to grab the blanket from the closet! When he pulled it out, the box to his new friend fell.
âThe box said I can control it with an app?! An app on my phone?! Oh my god, this is great!â He promptly held the box with his other hand, reading its functions. âLong distance play, waterproof, and it syncs to music and sound?!â His white brows furrowed in disbelief as his grin widened. âY/N, why didn't you tell me?!â
âBecause it sucks.â
All of the excitement on Gojoâs face vanished. âSucks? What do you mean it sucks?!â His cerulean eyes darted from the toy in his hand before focusing on you. The pout he was sporting was almost impressive.
âIt sucks, Satoru.â Pushing past him, you headed for the couch. âI tried syncing it to my playlist. It didnât get me all hot and bothered. I even tried using the sound function. The app syncs to the sounds of porn videos, or any sound in general, but they just.â You shrugged a shoulder, plopping down on the couch. âThey were so phony that the vibrations were so weak. I hated it so much that I didnât see the point in telling you about it.â
Something about what you had said had Gojo blinking in silence. âYou synced it up to some random porn video online?â
âYes, Toru, and like I just told you, it sucked.â
âRight, but you watched two randoâs do it?â Something in the tone of his voice triggered your sixth sense. The danger was approaching, and it was in the form of your very horny boyfriend.
âY-Yeah?â What should have been a statement was more of a question as Satoru dangled the toy on his index finger with an almost sadistic smirk. âWhat are you getting at with this?â
âAh, you see, dear Y/N, my sweet perverted girlfriend.â
âHey!â
Gojo crouched, twirling the vibrator around his finger like his house keys. âThe problem isnât the toy.â His pink tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip. âItâs the content youâre viewing. You need something moreâpersonal.â
âAh! Ah! Fuuuck! Fuck!â
The toy deep inside of you buzzed at an intense speed. âHoly shit!â You cried out, your hand squeezed Satoruâs cock tight.
âTake my fucking cock.â Satoruâs voice from your television was sultry while the Satoru beside you wheezed out a laugh.
âFuck, easy baby, youâll break my dick.â Peeling your eyes away from the television screen, you tilted your head back against the couch, your Y/E/C eyes focusing on Satoruâs throbbing cock. âSee, I told you it was the content and not the toy.â
He was right about that. When he suggested you put on the pornoâs the two of you made together, you didnât have high hopes. But holy fuck were you wrong. Your moans, Satoruâs dirty words, god it god it got you going, along the vibrator was buzzing like mad inside of you. Firmly pressing against your g-spot, teasing it as you watched Gojo fuck you into the mattress.
Satoru decided to join you for âresearch,â wanting to see for himself that the toy sucked, as you said it did. Little did he know that you were going to start stroking him as you both watched yourselves on the screen. He rocked his head back as your thumb rubbed gently circled over his slit.
âY/N fuck, playing with my pre like that.â his hand slid over, rubbing circles over your clit that had you jolting. âYou're so pretty when you're feeling good. Such a good girl~â
His voice next to you was a sharp contrast to the Gojo on the television. He had the camera turned to his face. He was sweaty, biting his lip as he slapped your ass hard in the video. âYou're such a nasty girl~! God fuck, grinding up against me on the dance floor, telling me you were soaking wet in the car.â Another sharp slap had both of you in the video and on the couch whining. âMy dirty fucking slut, couldn't wait to get dicked down, could yaâ?â The vibrator buzzed louder, your toes curling as you watched the screen. Slapping skin, whines, and guttural moans had your vibrator buzzing like a beehive.
âHey, look at me~â Turning to look at Satoru was so hard from how hard you were jerking. âYou're so beautiful~ do you like your toy now? You love it?â Please say you do, please, please, please. Satoru begged in his mind as you jerked his cock harder. If you liked it, it would make phone sex a million times better.
âToru, Toru, yes, feels good~ love it~!â Fuck you were close. Your moans were beginning to meld in with your moans from the video. Louder, desperate, and ducking porn worthy. âToru wanna cum, wanna cum with y-you!â Satoru gritted his teeth, eyes darting to his cock, that you were jerking off like a crazed woman.
âYeah, ah, pretty girl, Iâm close~ cum with me, okay? Be a good girl and cum~â The Satoru on the television snarled as he came, while your
Satoru whimpered, thrusting into your clenched hand until ropes of hot sticky cum painted your hard and his clenching abâs. âCumming, of fuck yes, Iâm cumminâ!â He cried out in time with his television persona.
It was the combination of the vibrations, Satoruâs fast circles over your clit, and watching yourselves cum that had you gushing around your new favorite toy. You screamed, eyes rolling back into your head. You came all over the couch. Fuck when was the last time you came that hard? It was probably when you and Satoru made the video you were viewing.
âSo,â Satoru asked between pants, âdoes the t-toy still suck?â
You didn't answer his question. You instead grabbed your phone with shaking hands, typing on the screen. Satoru was about to ask what you were doing when a little chime went off. You tossed your phone to the side before gently pulling the toy out of you.
âAw, done already?â Satoruâs cocky voice cut off as you straddled his hips. âY-Y/N?â You cupped his face, turning it to the side, allowing you to kiss down his neck. âFuuuck baby.â
âMm,â Kiss after kiss trailed down his neck, âno, I love it~ I love it so much I just bought you the matching fleshlight.â
Satoruâs large hands gripped your hips, massaging them. âOh really?â He gasped out as you sucked and bit the crook of his neck, marking his ivory skin. âA-Are you gonna make me watch the same video when it gets here?â
âOooh, no.â Satoru watched as you grabbed his phone, propping it against the lamp beside him. âWe're making a new video,â Satoru whines louder, wincing as you bite him harder. âOooh, good boy~ Toru~ be extra loud for us~ that way, the vibrations are super strong.â
Nanami Kento:
The second the elevator door opened, Nanmi bolted out, running towards your shared apartment. He was nearly breathless from all of the running he had done in an attempt to get home as fast as he possibly could. Fuck, if only he could teleport like Gojo, maybe his heart wouldnât be pounding inside of his ears in fear and panic.
He had been meeting with Yaga at the school when his phone went off, alerting him of your text. You were constantly sending messages throughout the day. Asking how he was doing, what he would like for dinner, or if he needed anything while you were out shopping. He did not feel like he deserved to have someone like you in his life.
His blood ran cold when he read the screen, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.
Y/N: I need your help; please come home ASAP!
The second those words processed through his mind, he was moving. Telling Yaga there was an emergency and he needed to hurry home. Every single terrible thought rushed through his mind at once. Was there a cursed spirit chasing you? Did one of the students get hurt? Were you hurt? He needed answers to the questions that were on a constant loop in his mind.
âY/N!?â Nanami yelled out as he entered the apartment, slamming the door behind him. âY/N?!â No traces of cursed energy, a sign of intrusion, or blood was in sight.
âI-Iâm in the bedroom, Kento.â Immediately, Nanami knew something was off with your voice. It was far too timid.
When he walked into the room, he expected to find something terrible awaiting him. Much to his relief, you were laying in bed, a blanket covering your lower body propped up against your pillows. Thatâs how he had left you this morning and countless other times. Either you received some bad news from your family, or there was something his observant eyes were missing.
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Whatâs the emergency?â
Your face twisted from unreadable to one to a pained one as you shifted slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but Nanami knew everything about you. He moved so fast you gasped as he crawled on the bed, looking you over for injuries.
âWhat's going on?â the stern tone of his voice made this ten times more embarrassing.
You brought your hands to your face, rubbing them gently as you tried to find your words. âI-I uhmââ Peeking through your fingers, you found Nanami staring at you with that serious look. âIt, uhm, it's stuck.â Could this day get any worse? God fuck, this was mortifying.
âStuck? What's stuck, Y/N?â
âM-My toy.â
âToy?â
Not wanting to get into the details of your activities, you sighed, slowly pulling the blanket off. Laying on the bed beside you was a bottle of lube, and as you spread your legs, Nanami hissed at the sight. A toy, one he had never seen before, was lodged inside of you. It was thick; it made your poor pussy throbbed and twitched around it. Your wet slick glistened around it.
Nanami sighed, looking away from you, trying to keep some composure. Fuck you looked so hot, but a twinge of insecurity hit him in the chest. Nanami loved using your toys on you. He didnât see them as competition; they were more like allies. Heâd do anything, use anything to make you feel good. You both were very good at communicating your needs and wants with each other. If you were horny, all you needed to do was ask him.
Even if you wanted to masturbate, he had no issue with that at all! He encouraged it. Nanami Kento was not one of those men who saw you pleasuring yourself as a hit to his ego. He bought you a lot of the toys you shared. Kento wanted you to be satisfied and happy. Thatâs all his heart desired.
But something about this stung. It wasnât because he was hurt that you didn't ask for help. You were not required to tell him if you were horny or needed help. Nor was it the fact that you were getting off on your own. What it was was the fact you were in pain. You had hurt yourself. Thatâs what stung me the most.
âKento?â The stoic look on his face said everything without the use of words. âBaby, look, I just, Iâ!â
Kento said nothing as he stood up, walking to the dresser. He shrugged out of his suit jacket; his suspenders stretched as he took his watch off before rolling the sleeves of his blue dress shirt up to his elbows. Nanami, not saying anything was more stressful than him yelling at you. The room was too tense; it was thick and suffocating as Nanami turned around, getting on the bed.
His hands slowly slid up your thighs, spreading them apart. âLetâs get this out of you.â He nearly whispered before glancing into your Y/E/C eyes. âReady?â You nodded, giving him the approval to proceed. His hands gently grabbed the base of the toy, tugging it.
âO-Ow.â You winced, watching him closely.
Nanami clenched his jaw at your pained whine. âDid you not use enough lube?â Gently, he twisted the toy before pushing it back into you.
âAh~!â A loud moan escaped you, hands covering your eyes. âN-No, I d-donât fuck, ah fuck, c-could you maybe not push it back in?â
A blonde eyebrow cocked at your request. âDo you want this stuck inside forever?â
âNo. Iâm sorry; Iâll shut up. Fuck this is embarrassing.â
âMm.â Nanami sat up on his knees, looking over you. âKeep your legs open.â You pouted, doing as he said, while he twisted the toy inside of you, watching your reactions closely. You withered under him, pleasure starting to replace the pain. âYou should have known better, or you could have warmed yourself up a little more.â He chastised, twisting and pulling at the snug toy again.
Your hands gripped the sheets, fisting the fabric. âN-Nanami, please donât scold me.â You whimpered, cheeks flushing under his gaze. âJ-Just ah, fuck, take it out.â From the mixture of embarrassment and lust, your voice had a tone; one Nanami didnât care for.
He clenched his jaw tight. âItâs not coming out because you pushed it too far in! So now I have to work it out!â
You whined louder; this was not the way you thought this would play out. You bought this toy for both of you. âOh my god! Just fuckin yank it out! This is so fucking embarrassing! I wanna die right now.â You laid your elbow over your eye, hiding your teary gaze from him.
âIâm your boyfriend. Why is this embarrassing?!â It wasnât often that Nanami snapped at you, but your attitude was getting under his skin.
âBecause!! I ruined the surprise!!â You removed your arm, showing him your teary gaze. Nanamiâs eyes went wide. âT-This is the custom toy we made. It was delivered this morning, and I freaked seeing how big it was. I wanted to see if it would fit because I didnât want to ruin tonight. But I ended up ruining it anyway.â
Honey-brown eyes darted towards the toy. Kenton wasnât able to tell from the base. But upon further inspection, he recognized the custom marble coloring of blue and yellow the two of you picked out when you designed it. The one that he had all added ridges and bumps, especially for your pleasure. You were doing a test drive for him. All for him.
âY/N, love,â he smiled softly, âyou didnât need to do this. You wouldnât have messed anything up. We could have taken it slow. Just because it got here didnât mean I would want to use it. I would've helped ease you into it. Besides, you didnât ruin anything.â
You were wiping at blubbering tears, only managing to smile and nod in agreement. It was so relieving to know you didnât ruin the experience. Things would be perfect if this toy werenât stuck inside of your pussy.
Nanami leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. âMm Y/N~â Feeling his lips against you had you moaning as you kissed him back. Nanami pulled back, his cock throbbing in his pants. âAlright, letâs get this toy out of you. But I need you to put in some effort.â You hummed, nodding eagerly.
âOkay, how can I help?â
âBe good,â Nanami commanded before fucking the toy into you.
You threw your head back, turning it from side to side as the custom ridges and bumps hit your g-spot perfectly, just how Nanami had designed it. Your toes curled, thighs shaking as you gasped out cries of pleasure. Nanami smirked, listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy.
âFuck, you like that? Your pretty cunt sounds like she loves it~.â
âAh, fuck, yes!! Nnngh!â You gripped your pillow, staring at him through your lashes. âB-But I want you more~! Please, I want to feel you.â
âYeah, you do?â His voice was full of faux curiosity. âBut Y/N, you were bad.â His eyes were dark as he twisted the toy he fucked in in and out of you. âYou got yourself into a situation, didnât you? One that you had to call me to come fix.â
Your eyes were wide, pupils dilated, fixed on him. Fucking hell, he looked so fucking hot. Eyes dark, eyes focused on the toy he customized for you. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to be the one rearranging your guts. Slowly, you slid your foot over, rubbing your foot over the hard bulge straining in his dress pants. The contact had him hunching over, jaw-dropping as he groaned.
âPlease, Ken~ I need you. I need you so bad.â
He was breathing heavily, glaring down at you. âFine.â He yanked the toy out, chuckling at the gasp you let out as the giant toy popped out of your cunt. âDo you need me?â His hands quickly moved, undoing his belt before tugging them down as he slotted between your thighs.
âYes Kento, I need yoâoooh!!!â Nanamiâs cock slammed into you before you finished your plea.
âYou feel so fucking good.â Kento tilted his head back, hips slamming into you at a pace that had you seeing stars. The veins in his neck popped out as he gritted his teeth. âHoly fuck, your cunt is so wet! You were feeling it, weren't you?â
You werenât going to last. You were already so close. Nanami wasnât doing any better himself. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he set a brutal pace. Slamming in and out, fucking you as deep as he could. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix. It was a painful pleasure that had your mouth dropping in an âOâ shape. God, you might die. This was too good.
Nanami grabbed your face, jerking your head to look at him. âYou look at me when you cum, you fucking hear me?â His mouth was on yours, tongue sliding against yours, capturing every whine and moan you made as his cock slammed into every sweet spot.
As much as you wanted to close your eyes, you obeyed Nanamiâs instructions. Y/E/C on his as you screamed into his mouth. You came, squirting, whining, and crying. Nanami pulled back, face flushed as he growled like a fucking incubus. Feeding off of you, your orgasm, every part of you. Feeling you cum, seeing that fucked out expression plastered across your flushed face. It had Nanami cumming so hard. His balls clenched as he emptied his seed inside of you, painting your walls.
âFuuuck, Y/N, fuuuck.â His hips slowed, his hands gently massaging your hips as he laid down with you. His arms wrapped around you, spooning you close. âI love you, god, youâre perfect.â
Breathing heavily, you giggled, relaxing in his arms. âI-I love you too.â You lazily smiled as you ran your fingers over his forearms, tracing shapes. âThanks for saving me, Kento.â
His chest vibrated with a rich chuckle, lips grazing your neck. âAnything for you my love.â His lips pressed against your cheek, and you knew he meant every word.
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Hey!
I don't know if your still taking requests but if you are could you do another one with Fewtrell!Reader? Maybe another driver sees them texting or something and teases or bothers him about it,
Thanks! Btw don't feel like you have to do it immediately. I just love all your other works :)
CAUGHT - LN4
listen up : this is just silly i loved the request!! hickies is basically it. fewtrell!reader
word count : 500
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Lando smiled as he texted Y/n back. Theyâve been arguing back and forth about the hickies he left on her neck the night before.
She was pissed but he was giggling and happily responded.
âFucks got you so chipper?â Max Fewetrell, the brother or Y/n and best friend of Lando, asks.
Lando shakes his head, typing back while speaking, âNothing.â their relationship had become a secret over a few months of hooking up. Now that they were official, neither of them wanted to tell Max.
âLiar.â Carlos adds, unzipping his racing suit half way. Free practice had just finished and everyone was getting ready for more press. Max and Y/n were invited to the race and while Max explored with Lando, Y/n was walking around with Lily.
âHeâs always like this.â Oscar appears, sipping his water, âTyping away.â Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, and Charles Leclerc all sit with them, laughing at Lando as he brings his phone closer to him so they canât see.
âCome on! Who are you keeping a secret?â Max V adds as Landoâs phone is promptly snatched out of his hand and taken by George Russell.
âHey!â Lando yells, trying to grab it back from the tall man.
âOooh!â George shows the screen to Oscar who snorts. âSomeoneâs getting all lovey dovey!â
Oscar glances at Lando then back to the screen, âWhoâd you mark up like that?â
âMark up?â Charles asks and the men show him as Lando continues trying to grab his phone, âShit! That is bad.â
âShe sent a photo!?â Lando tells even louder as they all break into laughter, âShut up! Give it!â
George starts to imitate Landoâs voice, ââDon't worry, love, at least it looks hot!â Lando you sweet talker!â
âLet me see!â Max F finally says the words Lando has been dreading. He watches the phone being turned to him like itâs in slow motion. Itâs clear when he notices who theyâd been talking about because Maxâs face drops.
He clearly doesnât think this is funny anymore, âLando.â
âOkay let me explain!â Lando says quickly as the drivers look around, a bit confused.
âLando!â Max repeats, standing up.
âChrist man what is she, your girlfriend?â Alex Albon laughs but shuts his mouth when Lando looks at him.
âMy sister.â This makes them all go silent, âWhat the fuck, mate!?â
Carlos is covering his mouth, shaking from laughter as Max and Charles giggle freely, âYouâre fucking his sister?â Alex shakes his head solemnly, like he knows how bad it is.
âOkay- Weâre dating.â
âDating!?â Max yells again just as the door opens and Y/n and Lily walk in.
âWhoâs dating?â Y/n laughs as they join the boys.
She quickly realizes that itâs no laughing matter, especially for her. Her eyes darted between Lando and Her brother, wincing.
Lando sends a forced smile at her as Max just stared, furiously.
Max Verstappen is the one to break the silence, âNice turtleneck.â
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werewolf meguru bachira x (chubby) reader
KINKTOBER: knotting + dacryphilia + marking
word count: 1.3k words / mdni / 18+ i love writing for bachira <33
your roommate is really hot. applying to become roommates with someone who you didn't know led to unexpected problems- like falling for him. his cheerful and eccentric personality drew you in, his amber eyes and his black and yellow hair keeping you there. a very attractive man in every sense. a very attractive werewolf.
decades ago werewolves and other monsters would have to hide who they are but the times have changed and society has progressed. one of the reasons why you're glad you're born during this progressive age is now you can go into sex shops and buy sex toys... monster sex toys... werewolf toys.
you didn't go out of your way to buy a monster sex toy, you just wanted a new vibrator, maybe something a little quieter now you have a roommate but there was a whole section on monster toys. huge, thick, ribbed, knots, it was rather daunting to see all of them. your eyes were drawn to a particular dildo though, thick and with a knot, you guess around 9 inches. you read the label below it and it's a werewolf dildo. in the end you end up buying it but you tell yourself that you might not even use it, you're just buying it because it was cheap. it wasn't, you couldn't even afford to buy the vibrator you wanted as well.
when you get home you throw the dildo under the bedside table, sometimes your eyes drift over to it but it's been weeks and you haven't used it.
you make your way into the living room and turn on the television, throwing a blanket over you. you think about asking bachira if he wants to watch a movie with you, you hear the shower run and look for films while you wait to ask him. you don't hear the shower stop and you don't hear the door opening, already focused on your task of choosing a film. "oooh, what are you watching?"
"i haven't deci-" you turn to look at him and he's wearing his towel, and nothing else. it's definitely not the first time he's done this, it's pretty frequent but every time it floors you. it should be illegal for someone to look so good. "bachira put some clothes on!" you squeak and he laughs loudly at your reaction before leaving and coming back a couple minutes later this time with clothes on. you end up watching a film and that night your hand reaches under your bedside table. it was only fair that meguru touched himself to your muffled moans, it seems you forgot that werewolves have supernatural hearing and you're basically putting on a show for him. he can't hear any porn so he wonders what you're thinking about. little does he know it's about him.
it happens nearly everyday now, once you've started it's hard to stop. stripped down and turning your face against your pillow muffling your moans and making your wrist hurt as you repeatedly thrust the dildo into your pussy. however, unaware to you, your noises get louder, as you get closer you whine loudly and bachira can hear squelching noises and he imagines him getting you to make the noises. as you push the knot into you you whine "meguru" and he cums everywhere, all over his chest and pants loudly. he didn't imagine that. you definitely said his name.
immediately he leaves his room and he flings open your door and and you whelp trying to cover yourself with your hands. "bachira wha-" before you can finish what you were going to say he goes over to the bed and grabs your hands, forcing them away from your body.
"don't cover up. it's rude to tease," he grins and your eyes widen. he grips your wrists in his large hands and licks his lips as he drinks up your soft body with his eyes, making you shiver.
"tease? tease, i-i haven't done anything!" you don't know what he's talking about but you're hyperaware that you're naked and exposed with a knotted werewolf dildo currently in you with your werewolf roommate above you completely naked too, and you can feel his hard cock against you which you're trying not to look at it.
"oh, really, so calling my, whining, my name as you fill up your cunt isn't teasing?" he licks a tear that starts to fall down your face, 'you look so cute'.
your eyes widen and you try and wiggle out of his grasp, " 'm sorry! ' didn't mean to! just like you a lot meguru!"
bachira doesn't try to stifle giggles, making you cry more and he ruts against your chubby stomach. "awe why didn't you tell me? we could of been doing this for ages." he teases but you can hear that he's being genuine. you sniffle and look up at him in shock and awe at his 'confession'. "such a silly girl," he grins as he sees another tear and wipes it with his hand. "it's a good thing i like you too," he kisses your wet cheek. "never knew you were such a crybaby though." he never knew he would be so turned on by seeing you cry either.
"i'm not a crybaby." you mumble.
"oh please," bachira rolls his eyes and without any warning pulls the dildo out of you, making you screech, suddenly feeling so empty. when he sees it he grins wide, not only covered in your juices but very clearly knotted. "awe did you buy this because of me?" you turn your head to the side not wanting to look at him, embarrassed. 'cute'
"do you want my cock?" he asks cockily and you head snaps back to look at him. "i promise it's much better then that small piece of plastic you've been using." he grins and ruts against you again. your mind goes blank as he says 'small,' that toy is anything but small, how big is he?
you nod your head, "good girl." in one swoop he thrusts into you, not stopping as you scream and grab hold of his arms and hold him tightly to ground yourself. he laughs at your reaction as he keeps thrusting hard and fast. he wasn't lying when he said your toy was small. his cock feels thicker than your wrist and is longer than average too, you feel like you're feeling ripped apart but still he doesn't slow down, in fact as you cry more he gets even more feral. "you look so pretty crying for me," kissing your cheeks and soft jaw.
bachira grabs hold of your malleable hips and sinks his fingers into you groaning at the sight and the feeling, using them to pull you towards him and off him, aiding in his movements.
he doesn't even need to work hard for you to come. of course he doesn't you're his 'good little mate' meguru actually growls when he thinks that, shocking you in the process. it seems impossible but his thrusts get harder and it almost hurts but the slight pain is pleasurable. "fuck, fuck," he grabs hold of you so tightly he's going to leave bruises and pushes his knot into you and stuffing you full.
you scream, you cry more than double that you have been, your arms flail and your swear you're going to bleed. "sssh, shhhh, it's okay," he strokes your hair and wipes your eyes. you sniffle and he continues comforting.
" 'ts big," you say through tears.
"i know but you can take it. you're so good for me aren't you?" you nod your head and as you nod your head your neck gets exposed causing bachira to start breathing heavy and you worry that something's wrong. you don't have time to ask about it though because he's instincts are telling him to bite, bite, bite! and that's what he does, he turns your head and bites down hard, leaving a mating mark on you, making everyone know you're his. you gasp but the that blood drips down makes you wince, he licks your mark soothing any pain you have. you're his- forever.
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New Kid
Spencer Reid x Reader
BG: Itâs your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how youâre hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they donât know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come. Â
A/N: My first Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fic! Itâs been sitting in my drafts for over a year now and finally tied an ending together. (Are we over a 2-year writing slump? Weâll see!)
Honestly itâs pure season 1/season 2 team fluff crack and chaoticness! Wanted to capture the early seasons team dynamics. Hope you all enjoy!
Fun fact, itâs all the Spencer Reid x Reader fics that kept popping in my recommendations that I started reading and falling in love with Reid prior to starting the show!
WC: 1307
>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<
>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<
This is it. Your first day as a Special Agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Growing up reading detective stories and solving mysteries were your favorite pastimes.Â
Youâre grateful for having a family environment that was supportive of your thirst for knowledge and endless curiosity.
The receptionist has informed you that the team is waiting for you upstairs, ready to give your orientation tour.
"Thanks." You replied, half mildly picking at your nails. In just an elevator ride away, you'd be in the midst of the smartest profilers alive. And nothing goes unnoticed â that you know very well.
A vibration in your pocket breaks your thoughts. A smile slips to your face.Â
"Stop picking at your fingers." The voice on the other line says.
"Hello to you dad." You can't help but roll your eyes. "I wasn't evenâ" You look down at your left hand. Shit. "How'd you even know?"Â
"I just do, I watched you grow up for 25 years."Â
"Yea yea."
"Hey kid, sorry I couldnât be thereââ
âYouâve got a whole auditorium full of nerds dying to hear your lectures, I understand.â The door in front of you opens and you step inside.
âThanks kid. Iâll make it up to you. How does an extra large, extra saucy lasagne sound?â
âOooh yes, donât forget with extra cheese!â The monitors indicate: 3/F, 4/F, 5/F. âBy the way, youâve told them right?â As you step out, you spot a group of agents handled near the department entrance. âAnyway Iâll see you later, gotta go. Bye.â Quickly cutting the line off, not wanting to seem unprofessional, chatting on the phone.
âSpecial Agent y/m/n?â Said the brunette.
You opted to be referred to by your first and Motherâs maiden name, when you first started out. Wanting to stand on your own merits and making a name for yourself.
âThatâs me.âÂ
âSpecial Agent Greenaway, this is Agent Jareau, and Agent Garcia.â You shake hands with the two agents âCall me JJâÂ
But you are quickly engulfed into a hug by the third, which you have to admit took you by surprise. âYou can call me Penelope.-- Opps sorry, just excited to have another female member in the team!â You give her a warm smile, patting her shoulder, âNo worries, Penelope. Just caught me off-guard.â
âCome on, letâs meet the rest of the team.â JJ says, leading you all into the bullpen.
âSo this would be your desk right hereâ points Agent Greenaway. âWhich is right across from Agent Morganââ
âDerek, Derek Morgan mâ beautiful lady.â cuts in the man.Â
You canât help but blush from the compliment. âYou always flirt with the new kid, huh Derek?â You challenge, playing off his energy.Â
âIgnore him,âÂ
âCmonâ Elle. Itâs all good fun!â
Elle directs you to a hunched figure behind Derek.
âThis is our resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid.â She points to Reid, who is preoccupied with a lego model to have noticed the group.Â
âDr. Reid! Iâve heard so much about you!â Reaching out your hand, to grab his attention. His head instantly shoots up, eager to know the culprit who distracted him from finishing this model of the Delorean and give them a piece of his mind.
âHey! I was just finishing -.â His voice trails off upon realizing that A. it wasnât one of his teammates making fun of his legos but instead a face he doesnât recognize and B. feeling bad on being the reason why your bright smile turned into a frown. âOh Sorry! Sorry Msââ
ây/m/nâ Your father had shared stories about the team, especially Spencer, his protege. He was the person you were most excited to meet, though with this first interaction - you were discouraged with how it went. Perhaps you shouldnât have run multiple scenarios on how youâd wow the team with such high standards.Â
Dropping your arm, eager to quickly change the subject, you turn to Elle. â So what cases do we ââ
ây/m/n? As in y/f/n y/m/n!?â Spencer exclaims, his eyes wide. Big hand gestures dancing through the air as he raved. â The author of âThe Correlation Between The Probability of Sudden Adult Anger Outburst and Childhood Familial Upbringing.â ?
Youâd had your thesis quoted back to you by professors and peers, but never with such childlike wonder written all-over Spencerâs face, making you blush. âYes! But how -â
âIâve read so much about you! Your work, I mean.â Spencer isnât normally affected by how heâs perceived by others. Spitting out facts in the speed of light is synonymous to his identity and itâs nothing heâs ashamed of. But it's rare to have someone beautiful and intelligent be into the same niche interests that he has. Spencer only has one shot on not coming on as weird and itâs not going well, so he elaborates. âI got it from Gideonâs pile. I picked it up on a whim but your writing is spectacular! I read through it in 12 mins!â
âWait, you read through my 250 page dissertation in under 12 mins?â You questioned, looking around the team to check if youâve misheard.Â
âAffirmative. It would have been faster, but I was jotting down some notes.â
âNotes, huh?â Crossing your arms, the paper had gone through multiple reviews from your professors before submission. It should be damn near perfect. âAlright, Doctor Reid. Iâm interested, how about you show me your notes over coffee?â
âActuallyâŠâ Spencer raised his finger, interjecting. âIt might take a bit longer than an hour and I would love to dig into your brain. Perhaps we could go over it at dinner?â
âName the time and place.â You grabbed the nearest post-it and quickly wrote down your phone number. âNow will you excuse me, I believe Iâm late for my introductory meeting with Agent Hotchner.âÂ
With that you broke away from the make-shift team circle and headed you to Hotchâs office, leaving the team still frozen in their spot.
Derek was the first to speak. âDid pretty boy just ask out the new girl without stuttering and succeed?â
âGood, so everyone else witnessed that too right?â Added Penelope.Â
JJ nodded in agreement, too stunned to speak as if it would break the illusion.
âWhat?â Spencerâs voice cracked. âI simply asked if we could compare notes!â
âNo. Technically she initiated it.â Elle clarified.
Shaking his head, Spencer eyes trailed to the now closed Hotchâs door.Â
âYea, to which you effortlessly turned from coffee date to a dinner date!â Exclaimed Derek, earning Spencer a pat on the back. âThe boyâs got game!â
âItâs not a date! At least I donât think it is - I bet she doesnât see me that way. Nobody does.â Spencer sighs, sulking back down to his seat. Reality catching up to him by the second, erasing any hope that a woman like you would have any romantic interest in a nerd like him.Â
âTrust me kid.â Come a voice, effectively cutting Reidâs thoughts. Gideon nonchalantly walks up to the empty desk marked âAgent y/n y/m/nâ, moves the box of your belongings to make space for what seems to be a plastic bag of takeaway. âYou're her type.âÂ
âWhat?â Spencer asks, more confused than ever. The looks across the teamâs face reflect his own reaction. âAnd how would you know that?âÂ
âWith all due respect, sir.â Added JJ, careful not to overstep. âYou havenât seen y/n and you got all that from her untouched desk?â
âYea Gideon, we know youâre good but you canât be that good!â
Gideon brushed off Derekâs brassiness and smirked. Proceeding to head up to his office, finally addressing the group only halfway up the steps. âI know, cause she's my daughter.â
âWHAT?!â exclaimed the BAU team, who once again found themselves frozen by a member of the Gideon family.
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Drawing Likeness: with Tem!
okaay since a few people actually showed interest in me sharing a bit of what I've been doing to figure out how to really capture likeness, specifically Temuera Morrison, I figured id do my best to write it out
I am also going to entice you with some of my recent clone art! (oooh some of it is unreleaaasedd)
I am putting the whole thing under the cut because I have a feeling its going to be long:
Read more!!!
a couple disclaimers before we start
-This is not some definite post about how everyone should be drawing clones, nor is it in any way claiming that this is the right way. This is just my musings as I stare at a mans face for way too long and try to replicate it
-I am inexperienced. As kind as you all are to me, drawing real people is relatively new to me, capturing a persons identity through their features is difficult for anybody, and I am no different. I have watched many a video on likeness and had my share of classes, but If im being honest, i rarely put it into practice successfully. So there'll probably be errors in this post or things i will come back to in a few months and wish I had said/done differently
ANYWAYs you guys get my vibe im just here to ramble and today we are rambling about mr copy paste. I am doing this for Law, my clone boy, because I plan on delving further into oc fanart and I want to put effort into representing him correctly!
SO LETS BEGIN
Before even deciding what specific pose of a person I want to draw, I tend to grab a bunch of references and compile them like so
(all of these can be found on my pinterest)
Why so many? Well, we are about to delve into facial features, so when we are dealing with photos we have to take into account that there are an abundance of circumstances that will influence how a persons face will appear, some of these include:
focal length: All of these are taken on different devices, and focal length can play a big part in distorting faces
age will play a part, your face changes a bunch throughout your life!
lighting, while not as major, can muddy the waters and make it difficult to interpret facial planes and features
SO, to make sure we get a proper grasp of what's really going on, I like to make sure we have lots of options to compare and contrast with.
Next up! What I like to do is block out the main facial features with colour on different layers, the features I block out usually are the general face shape, eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips. But what you are looking for is the defining features of a person, so that could include other things! Maybe a scar, or some particularly prominent cheekbones.
I dont have any rhyme or reason when it comes to picking my colours, all that matters is you can see all the shapes clearly.
Now I may be biased, because Ive been staring at these for 4 hours, but notice how it still looks like Tem? :D
Anyways, now we can break these parts down, and you'll see what I mean about compare and contrast:
We'll start with isolating the facial shape, putting all these next to eachother you'll notice they arent exactly the same (partly because of my shoddy work) But the distinguishing features run through each shape! Namely the very soft rectangular shape I sketched out in the bottom right there. Along with his soft, wide jaw structure.
I did the same for the rest of his features!
You'll notice I highlight the prominent shapes and ratios,
When drawing anything, it is important to start from the very base shapes and build up.
When drawing something you want to look like someone, those shapes relative to other shapes is what makes it look like them.
I didnt use the same technique with his eyes and lips, but I wrote out some helpful info for them! More importantly for his eyes.
When drawing eyes, I find the most important part is where exactly I draw the creases, (along with the overall shape of the eye itself) it is important to understand where those will present themselves with hooded eyes.
NOW, with an understanding of his facial features in place, lets take a detour to colours:
before I start, a couple things to note:
-Temuera morrison versus the clone troopers in the animated shows:
While I love the animated shows they don't exactly stay close to their source material. Im going to link here to an excellent post discussing whitewashing specifically in relation to the clones.
Temuera is MÄori, of Te Arawa (NgÄti Whakaue) and Tainui (NgÄti Maniapoto, NgÄti Rarua) whakapapa, and also has Scottish and Irish ancestry.
The MÄori people are the indigenous Polynesian people of mainland New Zealand (Aotearoa). MÄori originated with settlers from East Polynesia. MÄori people often vary in skin tone, Skin colour doesn't determine ethnicity. There's often a correlation but it's not a requirement.
But that is a tangent! What we are aiming for is to stay true to Temuera.
Bringing back my reference photos from before, Ive colour picked a buncha values and theyre all over the place. Why doesnt this work?
Similarly to earlier, you have to take into account the photos themselves. Many things like lighting, colour grading (when it comes to filmography) and makeup, can alter how a skin colour presents in photo.
You can attempt to get true to life by swatching from certain places on the face. Here I've tried to pick some photos with good lighting, and I've also tried to avoid overly lit/shaded areas.
Tem has a very warm, tan skin tone, Instead of colour picking I tend to try and replicate it myself, but I do often bring in references to make sure Im staying true to the source!
a brief intermission to talk about colour theory, something I myself struggle with alot. Often, when putting in flat colours without a background, I will forget to make sure the colours i intend to use will work with the skin tone i have picked! (something that is apparent in older works of mine, not just in relation to clones, but in general, the colours I end up with stray largely from their original sources and it is something I am doing my best to keep in mind and improve in! Although I don't think i am nearly experienced enough in the topic to say I have succeeded yet lol.)
anyways back to Tem :))
Now we can put all of that into practice! Things to keep in mind when drawing out a piece next to a reference like this:
the distance between the eyebrows? how far down his face does his nose go? Basically just, in relation to eachother, where do all those shapes we found earlier, sit?
The screenshot above is from before I did it myself, but instead of directly tracing from the reference, a handy trick I use it to complete your sketch first, and then overlay a traced version to see where your inconsistencies are! Alternatively, you could move your sketch over the image, but I didnt do it that way so!! uh!! im sure it works exactly the same!!!!
When it comes to a final illustration, or any sketch that isnt a direct study, of course you can push and pull and stylise! You'll see below that I'm not exactly 1:1 to my reference photo either.
The important thing with stylisation, or at least my own personal understanding of stylisation is that you need to thoroughly understand the thing you are stylizing! "You need to know the rules to break them" and all that. While shapes, lines and rendering can change, when it comes to drawing someone, and making it look like them, you have to make sure to keep their core features true to source. Caricature can capture a persons vibe whilst drastically exaggerating features, but it will only look like them if you KEEP THOSE FEATURES!!!! SHAPES!!! AHHH!!
But that is just my perspective on the discussion of style versus realism, please dont take is as Law, I dont know what Im on about half the time!!
anyways, after fixing your sketch, add local colours!
I rexified him because why tf not! But this is where you can go crazy with that clone personalization!
And then here is a very very barely rendered version (if you guys want me to explain how i RENDER that would need to be a completely different post, and I havent had anyone ask about it yet so who knows! maybe one day) But I digress, hopefully you learnt something new through my ramblings! It has certainly helped me organize my thoughts and I have also found some areas I would like to focus more on in the future to improve my own art!
TLDR: In order to understand an object, be it a face or a building or literally anything, you have to break it down to its simplest forms, understanding LARGER shapes will help you immensely in the long run
If you guys like this sorta content do let me know! I'd be down to do similar things for armor/anything really, I am very anti gatekeep so really anything at all you want to know! Send me an ask :))
also if you see a spelling mistake.. i donât know how that got there
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dick grayson instagram hcs
basics
we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!
he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest
he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go
he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?
everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it
he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead
followers + following
obviously you're there
as well as his friends and family
he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well
also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze
highlights
he is an abuser of the story function
will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on
he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles
also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken
will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!
dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year
a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this
same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing
but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post
will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!
oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself
he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be
he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!
haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight
it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is
there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)
posts
once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)
you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place
you guys are like the photo taking couple
if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you
he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him
it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other
if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating
he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)
you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well
you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something
also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it
he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements
and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)
also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad
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AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5K- YOU DESERVE ALL OF THEM AND SO SO MUCH MORE (Iâm absolutely obsessed with your account it makes me so happy)
If youâre still taking requests could I have a bbf!Jake one where theyâre at a bar again and this time someone really creepy is hitting on baby Bradshaw and even though sheâs trying to get away from him, he wonât leave her alone. Cue super Jake to the rescue (and heâs pissed)
I hope this is okay and if not, donât worry about it :)
THANK YOU SO MUCH AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <333
OOOH I LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE JAKE! And thank you sm for your kind words, lovely <3
I'm gonna say this drabble is an extension of Part 4 of BBF but really can probably be read on its own. Here we go!
5k Weekend Bash Drabbles
Brother's Best Friend - N-O Spells No
Jake Seresin x Reader
âCâmon, sweetheart, let me buy you a drink,â says the man with the slicked-back hair and smarmy leer for a third time, taking a seat at your table on the patio.
His friends at a neighboring table guffaw, apparently finding their friendâs persistent approach hilarious. You find it extremely disrespectful. âNo, thanks,â you respond, again.
The manâs grin broadens as though your rejection spurs him on. He slides his chair in closer and leans in to whisper something in your ear. But, before he has a chance to speak, you decide that youâve had enough and rise from your seat. Youâd rather forfeit your table than put up with any more of this bullshit.
You start for the door to go into the bar, but the man leaps up to follow you. He catches up with you just as youâre about to enter and takes you by the arm, spinning you around to face him. âYou donât know what youâre missing, honey,â he mutters and his voice makes your skin crawl.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Jake as heâs about to place his drink order at the counter. The disturbance near the front door has made him glance in your direction and his expression darkens when he sees you. He immediately steps away from the bar, forgetting all about the drinks he just paid for, and marches determinedly toward the door.
Before you could tell the creep to watch out, Jake is outside, curling his arm around your waist to relocate you so that he could turn back and grab a hold of the manâs shirt, ramming him into the wall, back first. âWho the fuck are you?â he growls at the â now cowering â man.
âIâm a friend, Iâm a friend!â the man exclaims in alarm, his hands shooting up to show that heâs not looking for a fight.
You give the man a disgusted scowl when he looks over at you pleadingly, hoping that youâll corroborate his statement. Jake glances over his shoulder at you too. âThis true?â he asks. âYou know him?â
Youâre silent for a moment, wondering what Jake would do if you told him the truth. You really donât want him getting banned from the Hard Deck for starting a fight on your behalf.
But Jake takes your lack of a response as a no and pulls on the manâs collar just to slam him back into the wall again. The man, to your great satisfaction, looks like heâs about to cry. âShe didnât tell me she had a boyfriend!â the man cries.
Jake grimaces aggressively. âDid she tell you to fuck off?â he asks dangerously.
The man gulps anxiously. âIf sheâd just told me she was with somebodyâ â
âWhat the fuck does that matter?â Jake shoves the man into the wall for a third time and the latter whimpers pathetically. âNo is a full fucking sentence.â
âOkay, Jake, thatâs enough,â you say, putting your hand on his arm. âI think he got the idea.â
Jake glances down at you with a heavy sigh and then back at the snivelling man. Then, he lowers his head and mutters in a low, intimidating voice, âYou come near her again, Iâm not gonna be this nice.â
The man nods vehemently and, the moment Jake lets go of him, he slips away, ditching his friends â who, admittedly, hadnât even come to his aid â as they scramble to collect their things before following him out.
Jake turns to look at you worriedly. âAre you okay?â he asks, taking a step toward you.
You nod. âYeah, thanks for coming to my rescue,â you reply. âAlthough, I totally couldâve taken him.â
Jake draws his lips together to keep from smiling; heâs not ready to find the humor in the situation quite yet. âYou shouldnât have had to,â he remarks.
You shrug and meet his gaze. âIâm glad you were here.â
Jake nods and then takes your shoulder and pulls you into an embrace. âMe too,â he says.
You close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to enjoy the hug because there isnât often an excuse to lean in while Jake Seresin just holds you. In fact, you canât think if a single time in recent history when this type of scenario has taken place. Suddenly, youâre not too mad about the creep that almost ruined your day.
âWhereâs my brother?â you ask once the two of you separate.
Jake sighs with a grin and shakes his head. âHe took off.â
âWhat? With that chick he just met?â
Jake nods sheepishly, as though heâs somehow to blame for Bradleyâs promiscuity. You grin at him. âPerfect,â you say. âNow, we have plenty of time to talk about the thing.â
Jake cringes and lets out a defeated groan.
5k Celly
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Since you do VERY dark subjects and such, do expect me to request for Mammon often LMAO
Okay so--
General HC's for Mammon with reader who is his GF?
(HELLUVA BOSS) YANDERE! MAMMON x GIRLFRIEND READER: Headcannons
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âą Oooh! Intresting!
âą I headcannon Mammon as a possessive, Manipulative and controlling kinda yandere. Mostly coming from his position as the King of greed.
âą Especially once youâve gotten in a relationship with him these traits are tenfold.
âą Mammon views you as his possession, And a valuable one at that. You are his, He likes showing you off too as he brings you around his workplace and flaunting you like jewellery
âą If anyone dares to touch what is his, Mammon would not hesitate to absolutely crush them. It doesnât matter if its a creepy fan or a close family member. He doesnât care, Theyâre getting obliterated.
âą Mammon doesnât show his care for you, Deeming it as unprofitable. But he does care even though he insults and berates you often, Even when it gets physical, He does love you.. He does! Donât you realise this is all because he loves you..?
âą He manipulates you into staying with him by promising you mountains of luxury. Whatever pleasures and desires you may want will be served on a silver spoon, Especially after a physical argument (Though you donât know that its solely so you donât leave)
âą No one really knows how you two got together, One day you just showed up sitting next to him while watching one of his shows.
âą You couldâve started out as a performer trying to get to the face of his brand, And Mammon, Somehow grew a liking for you more than just your monetary value.
âą You could also have been a PR stunt, Him paying you to be his partner. Mammon, The King of Greed getting in a relationship? Preposterous! It would only drive more people to his shows just to see if they were true, Making more money. Â
âą But he doesnât know what attracted him to you. Maybe it was your cunning nature, Your lust for more and more. Or maybe it couldâve been your genuine creativity, A want to make out of passion and not pennies.
âą Either way, Youâre both in a relationship now, Hooray!
âą Though the quality of your bond really depends on how you react to his rather unsavoury tendencies.
âą If youâre fine with it/have Stockholm syndrome then its gonna be a much easier time with him.
âą Youâll be taken out with him more, Mammon likes boasting about you and how much of prize you were to have as a girlfriend. Heâll tone down his insults to banter and the amount of gifts you get will be increased tenfold.
âą Mammon enjoys taking you out on expensive dates, Restaurants in the lust ring with a bottle of their most fine wine being opened in your favour. Itâs only on these dates you can really see Mammon have something of a soft side, Giving disguised compliments and maybe even a genuine smile or two.
âą Youâll be much more free, Being able to roam around his place of living freely, Ability to go out shopping without him (But, With a good few bodyguards, That is) And the right to go do what you want.
âą Though Mammon does dictate what you wear and will order you to come to certain events, You donât mind as you believe youâre just spending time with the Christmas tree you call your boyfriend.
âą Physical touch is also a big thing for him, Also being a display of ownership. An arm around you, You on his lap or simple goodbye kisses are all too common for the both of you.
âą Its sweeter, Even though the glasses you buy are rose-tinted, You enjoy the nicer moments.
âą However if youâre considered unruly, Actively donât reciprocate his obsession and god forbid try to escape..
âą Youâll be tossed into a cage, One of the carnival trailer ones where they keep animals. That's where you stay, Not his expensive condo. You wonât be spoiled with rich foods and pleasures beyond your imagination, Only being served with what the show dogs are being fed with.
âą If you want to act like a bitch, Youâll be treated like one. Thatâs what Mammon thinks. Heâs pissed that you donât appreciate him for everything heâs given you! All the money heâs spent! Youâre his girlfriend, Why the hell are you acting like this.
âą You wonât be taken out, Not until you learn how to behave. Mammon still visits you daily, No sweetness in his voice as he insults you and breaks you down with your biggest insecurities. He wants to break you, Just so he can build you back up into the perfect partner, Both for his reputation and his own selfish desires.
âą If this process takes too long then Mammon will get angry and ramp up his abuse, Resorting to beatings or even torture just to get your mind into a mouldable state.
âą Mammon is a horrible yandere to have, If you couldnât tell.
âą Sometimes when heâs in a better mood, He might toss you his leftovers or actually give you a blanket to sleep with instead of the horse hay you were using. Though he really does care, This is more of a manipulative tactic to get you to act better in order to get more stuff.
âą If you ever do give up and give into him, Mammon would be stoked. Heâd treat you as if nothing ever happened while you just had the worst experience of your entire life.
âą Youâd be absolutely traumatised, Even though Mammon does feel only the tiniest bit guilty, He ignores it in favour of just forgetting that it ever happened.
âą The only way I ever see you escaping him is if you have connections with any other of the kings, Especially the more powerful ones like Beelzebub. If they care enough or you have a certain relationship (Platonic or otherwise) they could probably bail you out, Secretly of course, Youâre going into hellâs witness protection after this.
âą Mammon would be pissed, Yelling and destroying everything around him as he demands his employees to find you. Basically having the biggest tantrum of his life.
âą When he finds you with the money he bribed people with, It really depends if you do have a connection to one of the kings because if so that would stop him from taking you back. Leaving him to absolutely explode over what happened, Just fuming and scheming a way to get you back.
âą If you donât have a connection to one of the kings, Then heâll drag you back to the greed ring screaming. He wonât hesitate to yell obscenities and break your legs, Throw you into the trailer cage and start the torture all over.
âą But hey! What can you expect?
âą This is the king of greed, Of course heâll never let you go.
âą Not for a very, VERY long time.
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Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?
Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.
But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!
Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? đ« đđ
Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. â€ïžâ€ïž
This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader
Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).
Imagine: Ben loses you.
Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.
He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didnât have enough clothes.
âWeâre not here for a damn shopping spree,â he called after you.
He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.
One didnât just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.
He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.
Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.
When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.
âHere you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,â you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.
âAnd how much did these cost, five cents?â
You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.
âMy hands donât get cold anyway,â he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadnât been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.
âAll right, whatever. Just donât say I never get you anything,â you quipped. âBesides, you know you love to accessorize.â
A smirk pulled at Benâs lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.
âAll I know is, weâd better not be late for this damn meeting,â he said. âI donât wanna hear Malloryâs fucking mouth.â
The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interruptedâby a call for a new mission.
Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that âbusinessâ behindâŠhe just hadnât thought of how that would shake out in Colombia. Â
So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.
âTry to enjoy the little things, Ben,â you told him. âWe had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now weâre going to get some work done.â
âOn our day off,â he retorted.
âTo be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,â you pointed out. âWeâve just gotta clean it upâŠas usual.â
âHey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.
He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.
Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.
Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.
âWhat a gentleman,â you said, with a small grin.
Ben smirked down at youâŠuntil his face fell.
He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.
It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.
Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.
âRun!â he shouted through fits of coughing.
You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.
You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.
Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.
It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the manâs neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.
You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.
The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that theyâd cornered you.
Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. Thatâs when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.
Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.
You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.
âSoldier Boy,â greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.
He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.
Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.
âPretty ballsy, Reyes,â Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. âYou really thought this was gonna go down that easy?â
Reyes scoffed. âYouâre the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.â
âYouâll have to take up with the CIA on that one,â Ben replied. âThey confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. Youâre welcome to check under the bridge over there.â
He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River. Â
Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gunâs safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.
âBad news for her,â he said.
"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."
"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."
Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.
âListen. If itâs money you want, we can work it out,â Ben replied.
His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.
He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.
âOkay, my friend,â said Reyes. âLetâs work this out. Pull out your phone.â
Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.
Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.
âOkay, weâre fucking done,â Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. âLet her go.â
In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.
Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.
âCome âere, sweetheart,â Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.
You took three hesitant steps forward.
And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.
As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.
It proved effective, as Benâs protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.
You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.
Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.
âI hear the sirens. Theyâre coming for you, take you to the hospital,â he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. âAll you need is my blood andâŠChrist. Fuck it all.â
He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.
âBen.â Your fingers twitched against his knee.
When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.
His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.
He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheekâŠbut your face was beginning to blur.
Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.
In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than heâd ever held you, because he was alone in the alleyâŠbecause he was alone again.
And it was his own fault.
His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.
His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.
You made the messâŠ
His first tears had been spent at his motherâs funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.
His last ones would fall and die with you.
âBen,â your voice was soft but insistent.
He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.
He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.
His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.
âYou okay, baby?â you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.
Benâs throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dreamâŠthe nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.
âYeah,â he said at last.
âHmm.â Your gaze narrowed at him. âYou sure?â
Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldnât help himself.
He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.
You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.
With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.
You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasnât okay, but you also knew it wasnât the time to push him for an answer.
Maybe in the morning, you thought. âŠIâll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And heâs always happier with something sweet.
You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.
Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.
And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.
AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. đ„Čâ€ïžâđ©č
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A friend of mine requested a sequel to this imagine: "You confront Ben about his fears."
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can you direct me to any good fics set in the hamburg days or just anything pre-beatlemania?
oooh yeah ! i loooove hamburg & early days fics so certainly :) i didn't include any paris fics in this even though it technically fits the bill of pre-beatlemania just bc that's a totally different vibe & genre of fics tbh
hamburg:
I Need My Love to Be Here
explicit. 8k. After John gets his first panic attack in Hamburg, he starts to realize that Paul might be the only person who can bring him back to himself.
Put My Heart Around the Bend
explicit. 60k. He nodded and they sat across from each other on the window sill, the clammy air from outside kissing their cheeks. John watched Paul as he lit their cigarettes, as he had done so many times before. They held eye contact, and John just knew Paul could hear how hard his heart was beating. But he wouldn't say anything. Neither of them ever said anything.
Like Love, The Archers Are Blind
explicit. 22k. He wants to push Stuart out of the way, not even with a violent yank of his collar like he sometimes imagines. Just to melt into his place like butter sliding in a pan. Have it be an effortless breath of fresh air when John looks up at him and sees it all reflected back in his eyes. Itâs you. Hamburg, 1960.
Running with Scissors
explicit. bluewater9: Hannah, a smutlet idea⊠So just what happened AFTER John cut the clothes off that girl in Hamburg? What a conversation and, ahem, J/P consequence that must have been!
No More Situations
explicit. 14k. Set during the Hamburg years. John gets jealous of a German guy who likes Paul.
Everything's Different in Germany
explicit. 4.5k. It all feels upside down, like the door to that shop was an entrance to some parallel universe or Wonderland-like rabbit hole. He isnât hiding under the covers with a flashlight in one hand, his throbbing cock in the other, and some meticulously-posed birdâs chest spilling over the pages and onto his lap. Instead heâs in some Hamburg back alley, the concrete chilly beneath his bum and his best mate warm by his side, while he gazes over naked men and pretends not to feel the unexpected interest in his trousers.
ageless children, animal sweat
mature. 5k.
Paul is sitting close enough to see properly, one elbow on the bartop, hand tucked beneath his chin. His eyes are beetle black and his long spidery eyelashes are twitching under the harsh club lights. It makes John sort of sick to look at him. Pale face in stark chiaroscuro, gleaming with animal sweat, Paul looks otherworldly, like something neither man nor woman. Hamburg, 1960. John and Paul go to a gay bar after a late show.
general early days:
Above Us Only Sky
teen. 1k. Nowhere to go but up.
Some Girls Will Make You Shiver
explicit. 4k. âHow dâyou suppose,â John said, in his normal John-voice, âhowâd you think two girls go at it?â
On The Way To Work
explicit. 14k. How could Paul have so many dreams and one of them not come true? Paul and John, Hamburg and Liverpool, December 1960.
two of us (burning matches)
explicit. 6k. It won't stop raining. Paul doesn't know what his feelings are doing. John's practising his right swing. Somewhere along the way, they fuse together.
The Drainies
mature. 11k. Written for the prompt: John bullies Paul into wearing tight drainies and the result awakens something in both of them (Can also include some John vs Jim stuff since Jim didnât approve of Paul wearing tight clothes).
Boy, You've Been A Naughty Girl
explicit. 49k. John makes Paul a bet. Paul takes him up on it. Crossdressing shenanigans and angst ensue, and ~feelings come out in the wash. 1961.
now and then (there's a fool such as i)
mature. 30k. users only. John and Paul on their trip to Caversham, Berkshire. April, 1960.
christmas lights (keep shinin' on)
mature. 12k. (prompt: paul takes john to the family christmas party in 1958) "I'd have you," Paul said, eventually, and John felt the air being knocked out of him. "If it was different. If we were different."
Come And Go With Me
mature. 94k. When two oblivious teenage boys meet for the very first time in the summer of 1957, a transcending bond to be passed on through decades to come makes its initial formation; a sanctuary, a home, a secret, a storm, a song, and a love to surpass the regular circumstances of time itself; it all starts in a city called Liverpool - but where will it take them from there?
also not to be that person but i WILL also whore out the first part of the series i'm writing w @forthlin here that's early days/getting together: i want you (every time that you're near)
#mclennon#i need to reread some of these i read so many so fast that half of them are a blur but i'm pulling from bookmarks so JFASDF#fic recs
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Las Vegas 2023
-This whole race was on YouTube!!
-Saw Logan in the intro and immediately lost it
-It feels so weird watching this in such clear definition
-âThis town has waited 40 years for the pinnacle of Motorsport to returnâ On a Saturday night??
-Such a unique track shape fr
-Yuki P20?!??!
-Ohmygod, why are the McLaren in the back of the grid
-Iâm going to cry, Logan p6
-Someone take me back to 2023 and make me watch this qualifying live
-âIt is the childhood rivalry at the front of the fieldâ
-So many celebrities in the garages
-Oooh the Alpha Tauri livery and the Ferrari rear wing! Hope those designers got a raise
-Ohmygod not even a second in and theyâre both off the track
-I just watched Logan lose a place and make it back up, Iâm never recovering from this
-VSC and everyone in the pits
-âMax I think weâre happy to say that you were ahead when you went off the track, happy to stay thereâ âOf course I was aheadâ Confidence is so sexy
-âThis needs to be addressed now. It is a joke if he keeps the position.â The rivalry is rivalry-ing
-Damn Yuki! P11!
-Oh shit Lando! That was so sudden! He must have hit that barrier really hard
-Ah yeah and looking at that replay? I wonder if he was injured
-Why do all the cars look so shiny
-Why wouldnât the sphere just be showing live race results instead of the usual adverts?
-I love when all the cars zig zag behind the safety car, so cute
-âThe question is, how early will Max boltâ ââŠAnd heâs gone alreadyâ
-Oh wow that overtake by Oscar?
-Feels like a lifetime ago, the last time I saw Carlos and Fernando fighting it out
-âDefinitely looks like heâs on a rush on to get out of hereâ lol Maxâ hate for Vegas is so real
-âLetâs go Lewis!â I say, five seconds before I realize the person heâs gone past is Yuki
-Five second penalty
-Why didnât I start watching races last year? Itâs not like I had anything else to obsess over then
-âYeah thatâs fine, send them my regardsâ Cold
-Ocon! Come on man, whyâd you do that to Kevin
-Okay canât even be mad about Oscar doing it too cause that was extremely cool
-Yes Kevin! He got back!
-And heâs lost it again
-Not Yuki falling back to last place
-âCarlos Sainz facing up against his childhood heroâ Itâs the race for childhood lores
-âOur first Saturday Grand Prix since 1985â Why??
-Seeing Logan and Zhou in the top 12. I am so extremely gutted to have not witnessed this live
-So many things happening everywhere in the track but all I can focus on is Logan in p6 and praying that he doesnât fall too far back when he stops for tires
-Seeing Checo make up so many places also is making me feel a lot of feelings
-Donât like seeing Daniel so far down :/
-Ocon! Come on not again! And on Logan?!
-AlthoughâŠseeing Logan and Oscar right behind each other is definitely adds to the race of childhood lores
-Oh god can Logan at least stay in the points, he got passed by like three cars
-Oh Mercedes trying an undercut?
-âHe looks like he might get this done on trackâ
-âI donât think this is Max managing, this is Max under pressure â
-Love when Charles goes for it! That was amazing!
-Ohmygod thereâs so much happening, I forgot about the penalty, also so many people coming in to box at the same time, the leaderboard is all mixed up now
-Lewis has a puncture?
-âThereâs just so much action happening in this Grand Prix itâs difficult to follow itâ Exactly!
-Holy shit Zhou p7?!
-âCarâs not stopping, *****â Haha the way that bollard flew off??
-The recovery drive from Checo though??
-Somehow Logan and Oscar have ended up one after another again
-Checo p2!
-I wonder how drivers who arenât typically up front feel about having the chance to be at front during a race. Are they like âholy shit how am I running alongside the top three teams right now?â âDo I really have a Mercedes in my mirrors??â
-âAs the world champion is on the charge begind himâ
-Woah the speed at which he went past George??
-âMax Verstappen has the fastest lap of the race. Do not count him out of this oneâ I donât think anyone can
-Itâs so funny to me that Lance is p2. Itâs giving Germany 2019 before he lost it in the end
-âSainz, Russel, Verstappenâ Honestly amazing how Carlos made it up there
-George and Max going past all cars ahead of them together. Itâs almost like George is making way for him
-Oh bloody hell I spoke too soon, theyâve made contact
-âThereâs Charles Leclerc making the pass on Lance Strollâ
-Red Bull double stack? Ooh yes!
-âThis is what happens in a street circuit, they either behave themselves cause theyâre worried about chaos or you get action for every minuteâ
-âPiastri is up 14 placesâ
-Can I just say, this safety car is so diva
-âCharles Leclerc has a new Red Bull to fight this timeâ
-âHe just turned in onto my wheel. I guess he didnât expect me to pass him thereâ The nonchalant confidence is even better
-âLate, late, late in the breaks, and later still for Oscar Piastriâ Is it an Australian thing do we think?
-So cool seeing all the cars bunched up so close together
-âThis is the resurgence of Sergio Perezâ Yes! Letâs go!
-Ohmygod Checo!!
-Oh they are showing the race results on the sphere!
-Ah the Alpineâs are fighting
-Charles stuck in a Red Bull sandwich
-âMax Verstappen looking to demoralize the ones ahead even furtherâ Thatâs so funny wth
-Ohmygod Charles how does one even make that pass??!
-âThis is a three horse raceâ funnn
-âThatâs one of those passes where Iâm coming through or thereâs going to be a lot of debrisâ itâs giving Iâm not taking my leg of the pedal until I see god or the checkered flag
-đ¶ Max! Max! Super Max! đ¶
-âCharles going right who is it? In the mirrors? Itâs the world championâ
-âLetâs work together here. We can get himâ
-âšRihannaâš (my brain just went blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff)
-âStay with him. Double tow here. We work togetherâ Damn that goes so hard
-The way the Red Bulls just switched around. Didnât actually think Max was going to make it there actually
-The commentators: âSainz, further back in the packâ
Me who has forgotten about every car but the top three: âWho?â
-âHunt them down Georgeâ Oh alright then
-The way Carlos, Fernando, and Lewis went past Alex right after George did, that has got to hurt
-Woah Charles?? That was so unfortunate
-That was such bad strategy on McLaren parts wasnât it? Why not change his tires to the right ones earlier?
-Haas, when I find you Haas
-Yuki?? There were like two laps left! What happened??
-âBieberâs got the flag, has Leclerc got the moveâ Ha
-âHelp to tow him along, might be usefulâ âOk Iâll tryâ
-Charles actually might make it back to P2âŠHeâs done it!!
-âHeâs pulled it off. As he does. Max Verstappen finds a way to winâ
-âYes, letâs go guys, that was quite fun out there. At least I had funâ
-đ¶ Vivaa Las Vegas đ¶
-â Into the pit lane Max, or should I call you Elvis?â Haha
-Post race drivers>> (especially Logan) (Iâm going to conveniently forget he didnât end up in the points)
-Them being so confused by the post race spectacle of it all is so amusing
-Maxplaining and Leclarifying in full bloom
-âWe go straight to the nightclub. Skip everything. See you tomorrow eveningâŠor not!â He thinks heâs so funny
-âIt was a nice race actuallyâ It really was
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Oooh, for bg3 asks, Iâd LOVE some Tav bonding with Halsin â„ïž Trauma dumping, or being out in nature together, or maybe realising theyâre catching feelings? Whichever you feel like, thank you so much in advance, hope you are doing well â„ïž
notes: I have wild, carnal desires for this man. should be gender neutral, only description is that your lips are âprettyâ and youâre shorter than him!
pairing: halsin x reader
rating: M
âHalsin, Iâm going to gather some firewood. Care to join me?â
Halsin looks up to where you stand at the edge of the camp, hand on your hip and head cocked to one side, easy grin on your pretty lips. He resists the urge to glance over to where the firewood pile is - many logs high already, far more than you likely need - because the two of you know that this is just an excuse to spend some time alone together.
Halsin makes a show of standing and stretching, smiling down at you.Â
âWhy not? It will be nice to go for a walk.â
âWeâve been walking all day,â shouts Astarion from the other side of the camp, glaring over the top of his book. Heâs just irritated because, rather than being at the Elfsong, business has called you back to Wyrmâs Crossing and camping life. You roll your eyes and flip him a good-natured rude gesture.Â
âGood thing you arenât invited then, hmm?â you turn to the druid, and he loves the way your face lights up when youâre being silly with your friends. It stirs something in his old heart.Â
âLead on.â
You do, youâre beginning to know the woods pretty well around Baldurâs Gate. They arenât as vast as the ones which Halsin is used to at home, but at least itâs a break from the suffocating stone walls and brick roads of the city. Itâs good to be back in nature and he can feel his energy slowly return - it is a salve for his soul, and with you by his side? Well. It is heaven.Â
Halsin takes a moment to watch you. You tread with a sure-footedness to rival his own through the detritus of the forest floor, pausing only so that you can carefully hop up onto a fallen tree and use it as a makeshift balancing beam. He observes fondly as you place one foot in front of the other, heel to toe, balancing upon the crumbling bark with your arms outstretched.Â
âYou donât like to stay still, do you?â
You throw him a look over your shoulder and grin, making a show of tumbling forward into a perfect cartwheel and alighting gracefully on the gnarled roots.Â
âI donât. Sorry. Itâs far too boring otherwise.â
âNever apologise. I find itâŠâ
Enchanting, he longs to say. Captivating. So utterly and wonderfully you. But he doesnât want to overwhelm you with his feelings so he settles on, âendearing.â
âOh, âendearingâ?â you tease with a little laugh, âIâm glad that I endear myself to you, archdruid.â
You look down, seeing how high up youâve ended, and Halsin steps in to help you back to terra firma. Clearly heâs played right into your plan because you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body to his, sliding down to the ground but not breaking the embrace.
âIâve been thinking about you, you know,â you say, softly, eyes twinkling.Â
âOh?â he raises a brow; feels something stir.Â
âHavenât been able to think of much else. The claw marks have only just started to heal.â
You chuckle as he feels himself blush, a rich and full-bodied thing. It is his favourite sound, he thinks. He doesnât know how he ever lived without it.Â
âI was worried I was too roughâŠâ
âMy dear, you misunderstand. It was not a complaint.â
He can feel your smile as you press your lips to his, and oh he is gone. The things you do to him⊠surely it must be some sort of enchantment, for heâs never felt so totally enamoured before.Â
He holds you in the safety of his grasp. His muscled arms engulf you utterly, rooting you into the moment. Oak Father preserve him, he has not stopped thinking about the night that the two of you laid together. The hot tightness of you as he slid inside; how his name fell from your lips like a mantra, a prayer; the way heâd woken next to you the following morning and youâd ridden him again - shining in the glory of the dawning sun with your head thrown back in rapture. Youâve known him both as man and beast, taken everything he was - everything that he was scared youâd run from - and embraced it entirely.Â
What heâd have given for a repeat, but duty called you elsewhere. Heâd been dreaming about it since, quietly taking himself in hand when the rest of the party was asleep, fucking his own palm to completion with your name growled under his breath.Â
Spellbound. Thatâs what he is. Spellbound by you.Â
âHalsinâŠâ you whisper, in that dreamy, honey-dripping way you do, and you do not fight when he finds a soft patch of grass to lay you in.Â
He wastes not a second, now he has you alone.Â
A handful of hours have passed by the time the two of you return to camp. Though you both have leaves in your hair, you do not have any firewood.Â
Wisely, nobody comments.Â
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"Don't start something you can't finish." "And what makes you think I can't?"
AU // avenger!bucky x avenger!reader
Summary // Since you joined the avenger everything was going well, the avengers treated you with respect and kindness; except for one super soldier who seemed to want to tease you 24/7
Warnings // a bit NSFW, nothing much
Words // 1411
Bucky sits silently at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, watching you walk in with Steve and Sam after your run. When he speaks, his voice is low and deadpan.
"Looking a little winded there. How was the run? I'd offer you a juice box but I'm afraid you'd have trouble reaching it."
Natasha rolls her eyes at Bucky's teasing from where she's perched on the counter. "Cut her some slack, Barnes. She's still learning."
Clint laughs from the living room where he's sprawled on the couch. "Yeah, give the kid a break, Tin Man."
Ignoring them all, Steve smiles kindly at you. "Don't let Bucky get to you. Good work this morning. I think you're improving every day." Sam nods in agreement as he grabs some water from the fridge.
Bucky just smirks, taking another drink of coffee as if waiting to see how you'll retaliate to his ribbing this time.
"Thanks Steve," you say then intentionally looking at Bucky then rolling your eyes at him.
Bucky continues to smirk at you, unfazed by your eye roll. "Aww, don't be like that doll. You know I'm just teasing. That little pout is cute though."
Steve sighs and opens his mouth like he wants to say something to Bucky, but is interrupted.
"Leave her alone, Barnes," Natasha says sternly. "Before she decides to put that training of hers to use and wipe that smirk off your face."
"Wouldn't mind seeing that,"Â Clint chimes in from the other room.
Bucky looks unconcerned, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he replies,"I'd like to see her try, Natasha. I've yet to see anything from her that even comes close to even touching me."
The jab is clearly meant as another taunt, goading you to take the bait. The others watch silently, waiting to see if you'll rise to it or let it slide this time.
You meet Bucky's gaze with a sly smile, playing along with his game.
"Careful Barnes, all that ego's bound to knock you on your enhanced ass one of these days. Then who'll be wiping the smirk off whose face?"
Natasha laughs appreciatively at your retort while Steve looks on with mild concern, as if worried where this could lead.
Undeterred, Bucky leans back smugly in his chair. "Big words for such a little thing. You sure you can back it up, Sweetheart?"
His challenging tone is clear - he's itching for a reaction, wanting you to take a swing so he has an excuse for payback. The rest of the team watches silently.
You meet Bucky's gaze steadily, matching his confidence with a look that says you're not afraid to push back.
"Why don't you put that arm of yours to good use then, old man, and find out for yourself."
Nat snorts at the "old man" jab while Clint mutters "Oooh burn." Steve has a carefully neutral expression, likely trying to de-escalate without interfering.
Bucky narrows his eyes, clearly enjoying the challenge but not one to back down. He rises slowly from his chair with a predatory grin.
"Alright doll, you asked for it. Gym. Five minutes. And leave that pretty little face of yours intact if you know what's good for you."
With that he turns and strides out, leaving you smiling in the kitchen amid the cheers and groans of your teammates betting on the outcome. Game on.
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A few minutes later you go to the training room, the avengers following behind you.
"Took you long enough, doll," he calls.
Ignoring him, you stretch slowly, arching your back in a show of flexibility that earns appreciative look from Natasha as she knows what you're doing. From the corner of your eye you notice Bucky's mouth twitch like he's fighting a smirk at your display.
All warmed up, you stride onto the mat to face him, rolling your shoulders loose. You match Bucky's predatory gaze with a playful smile, refusing to back down.
"See something you like, old man?" You taunt quietly. "Try not to get too distracted now."
To the side, Sam and Clint crack up at your jab while Steve sighs, ever the disapproving dad. Bucky's eyes flash, clearly taking the bait as his smirk turns dangerous.
"Cocky little thing aren't you? We'll see how pretty that face looks when I'm through with it."
He feints a jab that you dodge nimbly, countering with a kick aimed at his midsection that he blocks smoothly. The dance has begun. You continue to taunt and smirk, goading him into chasing you as Nat had advised while looking for an opening. It's time to see what tricks you've got up your sleeve.
You dance nimbly around Bucky, managing to land a few hits while avoiding his more powerful blows. But you can feel your stamina starting to flag under the fierce assault of the super soldier. He presses forward relentlessly, clearly sensing your tiring. Bucky aims a hook that almost connects before you roll away at the last second.
"Getting tired, sweetheart?" He taunts, not even winded.
Rather than answering, you give him a quick wink and smirk before seeming to stumble, dropping purposely into a position that gives Bucky the perfect view of your cleavage in your tight suit.
The momentary distraction works - Bucky's eyes flick down involuntarily before meeting your wicked grin. In an instant you've flipped back up and landed a kick glancing off his jaw, putting some distance between you once more.
"Eyes up here, soldier!" You call breathlessly, now it's his turn to be on defense.
You feint and spin, keeping just out of Bucky's reach as he rushes you. Each dodge is punctuated with a cheeky taunt.
"Getting slow in your old age, Barnes!"
He snarls in frustration and swings harder, the metal of his arm glinting. But still you evade, managing to land grazing hits that only further egg him on.
"Aw, did I strike a nerve? What's the matter, can't keep up?"
The avengers cheer and laugh from the sidelines, enjoying the show. Bucky's handsome face is reddening now beneath the teasing; whether from exertion or annoyance it's hard to tell.
"Keep running that pretty mouth, doll, and we'll see who can't keep up,"
You flip nimbly out of the way of another lunge, granting him a flashing grin over your shoulder.
"Then come and shut it for me, soldier!"
Then finally Bucky lands a hit on your lower stomach, tho maybe a bit hasher then intended.
You allow yourself to crumple from Bucky's solid hit, acting as if the wind has been knocked out of you. When he rushes in with a concerned look, you weakly wave him off - then make your move.
In a flash, you've grabbed his arm and flipped your legs around his neck, using your momentum to pin him on his back with you now straddling him victoriously. Caught completely by surprise, Bucky's eyes widen briefly before he realizes the trick.
"Gotcha," you smirk down at him, breathless from effort but riding the thrill of success.
Bucky gazes up at you with newfound respect mingled with something hotter, his firm sculpted body tense beneath you. "Well I'll be damned, doll," he rumbles. "You had me going there for a second."
From behind you come hoots of approval from Clint and whistles from Tony. But you have eyes only for the super soldier pinned beneath your triumphant form.
Still straddling Bucky's form, you direct a coy look over your shoulder at the watching Avengers.
"Well? Did I win?"
Natasha breaks into a smile. "I'd say our little spider has caught her prey this time."
"Damn right she did!" whoops Clint.
Still pinned beneath you, Bucky huffs out a defeated laugh. "Alright doll, you got me fair and square." His eyes gleam up at you, hands resting unthreateningly on your thighs.
Steve simply nods with a half smile, proud of your victory. Bruce relaxes, assured his equipment remains intact.
"You sure showed him a thing or two about strategizing," observes Sam with a wink.
Still resting on Bucky's lap, you lean down to shower him playfully with your words.
"Aww, do you need some cheering up?"
Your movement adjusts your position ever so slightly, causing unexpected friction that has Bucky swiftly masking a sharp intake of breath.
"Be careful, sweetheart," he growls low in warning, though his hands remain steady on your hips. "Don't start something you can't finish."
"And what makes you think I can't?"
AN // I might get on pt 2 if this gets hearts.. anyways hoped you liked it!! *<]:{)
#marvel#smut#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky fic#bucky masterlist#bucky#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#winter soldier#bucky x you#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#bucky reader smut#female reader#reader insert
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Oooh imagine anyone of the Bad Omens Crew whoever you think fits this idea best with fem reader and Grabbing your hips and pretending to bang you when you bend over to grab or pick something up
I can't help it. This has Folio written all over it. Especially with his obsession with smacking his girl's ass đ€đ€đ€
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Folio loves your ass. There's no denying it. He's grabbing it, pinching it, smacking it, and kissing it every chance he gets, especially when you're in the shower or in the bed.
He likes to goof around with you. You're a lot of fun and feed his playful addiction like no other. While the guys roll their eyes sometimes and tell him to quiet, you're right there encouraging him. So, between your ass and his playfulness, coming up behind you and acting like he's giving it to you from behind is a constant thing. At first, it was a little embarrassing, but the more he continued doing it, the more it became a thing for the two of you.
The first time Folio ever pretended to bang you from behind, it was shortly after you two started dating. You were at Matt's house, in the kitchen helping Davis cook. Folio wouldn't leave you alone, no matter how many times you told him to leave or get away from you. Dropping the spoon you were using to mix whatever was in your bowl, you bent over to pick it up when Folio came up behind you and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into him as he thrusted into you, making the same grunts he made in bed. It took a lot of restraint not to feed into his playfulness. "Oh god, get a fucking room you two," Matt groaned, walking into the kitchen. Folio laughed, letting you go, as you stood there completely embarrassed.
Another time was before a show. You were backstage helping Noah with his mic and in-ear set up. Folio had been hinting to you all day how horney he was, but you shrugged him off. "Nick, you got it this morning. Leave me alone!" You shrieked when he pinched your ass. "Sweetheart, once is never enough with you. I could stay inside you all day." He pulled you in close, kissing you heatedly, and for a moment, you thought about giving into his need. "No," you said, pushing him away. "I'm busy. Go away! Noah needs help." You walked off, leaving Folio with his mouth hanging open. You moved the wire around Noah's shoulder, helping him slip his black shirt on, but dropped the other in-ear battery pack. You bent over to pick it up and felt the sting of a hand smacking your ass, as Folio grabbed you from behind and rutted against you over and over. He may have been playing, but the words he whispered in your ear had you so wet. "Imagining me fucking you like this for real, baby." It pulled a soft whimper from you, making him groan. "Folio, fuck man you need to her alone while she's working. You mess her up with that shit," Noah laughed, watching how disheveled you got.
Later that night, after the show, you got to your hotel room, only to find Folio in the shower. Wanting what he hinted earlier, you quickly undressed and joined him under the hot water, quickly getting caught up in his arms and kisses. It didn't take long before he had you out of the shower and face down on the bed with your ass up as he fucked you unmercifully from behind. As uncomfortable the position was, the feeling of your man filling you like he was overcompensating you for the discomfort was amazing. Between your moans, his curses, and the sound of your skin coming in contact, you came hard for Folio just as he did for you, pulling out and pushing you down, spilling his warm cum all over your clean back. "Fuck! I love fucking you like that," he confessed, completely out of breath.
After cleaning you up, he laid between your legs with his head on your chest, where his lips placed small kisses on your breast. Your fingers ran through his damp hair when they weren't running up and down his back, making him hum in satisfaction. "I love you," he whispered, circling one of your nipples with his tongue, making you softly moan his name. "I love you, too, Nick."
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