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So, I just had a dream about Mr. Puzzles (SMG4). It's very weird, so brace yourself. - Mr. Puzzles/Reader Fanfiction I guess??? created by: HazelMist's Unconscious
Um, soâŠI just had a strange dream with Mr. Puzzles. Specifically, a dream where he announced the new PuzzleVision merch. It was a 1960s style commercialâŠkind of, I guess. I have barely watched any 1960s commercials, so I'll just say It was black and white, except for Mr. Puzzles smile. and the commercial was animated.
So In the start of the dream, I wake up. and see In my notifications, that SMG4 uploaded a video. titled "NEW PUZZLEVISION MERCH!" I was extremely excited and hoped they had made a plushie of Mr. Puzzles. so I clicked on it, and uh...this Is how the commercial was.
So, he Is first walking down a lonely street, and see's someone leaning on a pole. uh, that person was Y/N... And they were wearing a plain T shirt, with oversized baggy pants. Not very fitting for the 1960s, but đ€·ââïž. Mr. Puzzles noticed them, and walk right up to them and said
"Well, hello there my dear~! I'm your friend Mr. Puzzles, and- Oh god, what the hell are you wearing. Your outfit Is so boring, It makes an Average Joe look special."
UhâŠCouldn't tell If my unconscious was insulting me or not, because I enjoy wearing plain T shirts and baggy pants. Then Y/N looked down in embarrassment. Then Mr. Puzzles grabbed their hand, and kept walking. but Mr. Puzzles was so tall, that Y/N was almost tripping. but then he stopped, and looked right at Y/N, and suggested
"Hey, I've got the solution to your problem! Why don't you buy some of the latest PuzzleVision merchandise? Your fashion sense would be amazingly blinding! Why not try on our Mario's Mysteries T shirt? Blue's clues and Mario fans would be confused by your stunning (not bootlegâŠ) shirt, and you would attract many PuzzleVision fans!"
The shirt was basically the Mario's Mysteries thumbnail, Then he handed Y/N the shirt, and they responded "W-Wha..? but I don't even watch-" Then Mr. Puzzles cut them off
"Oh, and If you didn't like Mario's Mysteries, we have T shirts of our other episodes too! It would normally be 300.000.00$, but since you are special to me~ I'll make a discount! It's now only 30.00$!"
The shirts were also the thumbnail of the episodes. Then he threw them In a dressing room, and Y/N came out with the Once upon an SMG4 T shirt on. Mr Puzzles clapped his hands excitedly and said "Oh my dear! You look absolutely gorgeous! And If you get cold with only a T shirt, Buy our Mr. Puzzles Hoodie! It's 50.00$!"
The hoodie was a picture of Mr. Puzzles sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed. with a smug face. then afterwards, he said to them
"And I will be going soon, but If you want to keep me with you forever, then you should getâŠ"
Then he pulled out a Mr Puzzles plushie, except It looked kinda weird. He didn't have his bowler hat, and he didn't have his color bar smile, It was just a straight line for a mouth. Anyways, he continued
"This adorable version of me, In plush form! Take It with you everywhere you go! Or If you don't want to get it dirty, just keep It on your shelf! But If you aren't the plushie collector type, Here Is an awesome figurine!"
It was a figurine of Mr. Puzzles doing a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure esque pose, with his maniacal face. and then he showed another figurine.
"Oh, and here Is another action figure ofâŠ.that one inkling guy!"
The figurine barely looked like Oneshot wren though, and It wasn't even an Inkling. It looked like someone tried to recreate Wren In Plotagon. and didn't Western Spaghetti already have It's own merch? I kind of forgot what else Mr. Puzzles said, but he showed some Mr Puzzles Pins and Keychains that were both In chibi style. they were really cute! not like that Oneshot Wren figureâŠAnd after showing all the merch, He said
"Now, Let's skip time to a few weeks, and see how much these items have affected you!"
And then there was the Spongebob time card that said "2000 years later" and we are back with Mr Puzzles and Y/N, Except he is holding a microphone now, and asks them
"So, how much have my great merch helped you In life?" and then Y/N says something like "Nothing much has changed-"
and then the commercial rewinds, and goes back to when Mr. Puzzles asked that question. and then Y/N says "Oh, I feel much more happier now! with my amazing T shirts, I have so many more friends, and everyone wants to hang out with me! and I am enjoying your company, In plush form! Thank you, Mr. Puzzles!"
Then Mr. Puzzles responded "You're welcome! Have a great day, my darling!
Then, the commercial cuts to a blank screen, showcasing all the merch. and some strange announcer voice, that was definitely not Mr. Puzzles, their voice was very deep. says something like⊠"Go buy the new PuzzleVision Merch In smg4.store today!"
And then the video finished, and I was very confused of what I just saw. but then I might have waken up.
and uhhhâŠI think thats all I remember. If you made It this far, thanks for reading me ramble about some nonsensical dream I had last night. I probably dreamt It because I am TERRIBLY DESPERATE to have a Mr. Puzzles plushie. If I feel like It, I might try to make an animatic based on this dream. I might post It on Youtube. But I dunno, would you actually want to see that?
#smg4#smg4 characters#smg4 puzzlevision#puzzlevision arc#puzzlevision smg4#smg4 crew#puzzlevision#tv adware arc#smg4 tv adware#tv adware#mr puzzles#smg4 mr puzzles#mr puzzles smg4#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic writing#i dreamed a dream#fanfic I guess????#y/n#x y/n#x reader#why does my brain make up the weirdest dreams#dont know how to tag this
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the man with a plan
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A classic western tale
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Desirée: I feel in love with my Ronnie at first sight because he came to defend me and he saved me even though he was a stranger.
Phoenix:
#wrightworth#narumitsu#ace attorney#The fanfic writes itself I guess#Ok but he's so sweet fr#He's my beloved sweetheart
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I had a vision.
#rhys-ravenfeather signing on#danny phantom#to be fair back in highschool i wrote a fanfic where danny was possessed by dark danny and basically became a killer#so i guess i don't have a leg to stand on aldsfjasldfjsdflsjdf#...still hate wes though#tw: murder mention#tw: possession mention
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Wow lesbians
#splatoon#my art#pearl houzuki#marina ida#pearlina#splatoon 2#grand fest splatoon#cant stop thinking about the one cowboy pearlina fanfic somebody save me#dunno if ill finish any of these so u guys can have it#normally i would just post on twitter but since we were BANNED guess this will be my new twitter hi
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accident. | JP x Reader
PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader
SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? youâre going to have prove that one was an accident to him.
WC: 3.6k
WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read youâll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.
AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so hereâs slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst
A headache ensues in Javierâs mind.
He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.
Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.
Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that shouldâve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.
Heâs getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.
Maybe thatâs why they shoved the paperwork in the old manâs hands.
Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.
âJavier,â a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. âYouâve got a callâ
âFrom whoâ he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.
âItâs your wife,â The secretary states. âsheâs asking what you want for dinner.â
Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.
Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.
âYeah, Sherry, itâs fine if heâs busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinnerâll be late tonight, at around 10.â you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.
She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.
âPeña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks leftâ Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.
âmy wife.â Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.
âItâs raining outside, youâre gonna get drenchedâ the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.
Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.
Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.
âFucking hell.â
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You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.
Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.
Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.
âA girl like yourself shouldnât be alone in the rain, mijaâ she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.
Javier was supposed to pick you up too.
But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself
You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.
Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.
What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.
You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.
You're curious to see the look on Javierâs face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldnât even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.
You definitely werenât trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.
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Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. Thatâs thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldnât be sleeping outside tonight.
When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, heâs instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.
Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.
The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasnât his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.
Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. âYou, uh, left your coat on the floor.â
Thwack.
An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.
âHermosa, I am so sorry.â Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.
Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.
âThereâs no excuse baby, I wasnât keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.â he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.
Thwack. Thwack.
The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. Youâre not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.
âQuĂ© te ha hecho ese pobre polloâ
You donât reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.
Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.
He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . âQuerida, Iâll help with the pot-â
The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.
You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.
âYâknow what Javier?â You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.
âFuck youâ you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. âfuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javierâ
âMi-â
âI had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.â you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.
Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.
You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. âYou always do this!â you exclaim, voice rising.
âLeaving your wife and family second while you think itâs cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.â You mutter, glaring at your husband.
âI didnât want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. Iâve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on usâ he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.
You scoff, shaking your head. âSo even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.â
Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.
You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. âWho the fuck in BogotĂĄ is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?â
The words pierce through Javierâs heart.
Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. âOh, I bet itâs the fact that youâre too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work arenât you? What, Murphy said he canât do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?â You spit.
âHey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."
Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.
A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wifeâs childish behavior.
âGo fuck yourself, Peñaâ you say menacingly.
âWe donât throw food in this house, mamaâ he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.
A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.
Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.
âDont you fucking call me that!â you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.
âQuerida!â Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.
You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before youâre throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.
You didnât want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasnât the first time he did something like this.
But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.
Now it was your turn to fuck things up.
Javierâs lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.
Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldnât have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.
You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.
You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.
âJavi⊠I-Iâm so sorryâ you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.
Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.
âCome here.â he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.
That wasnât what scared you.
What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.
âJavi, Iâll go get the-â
âCome. Here.â Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.
You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. âIt was an accident!â You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.
âHoney.â he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.
Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javierâs limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.
You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.
âIt was an accident, Iâm sorry, I was just so angry!â You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.
Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.
âSome accidents need to be punished, babyâ he muttered darkly.
You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javiâs menacing look. He didnât mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.
He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.
âWhat did I say about being fucking mean?â He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.
âCarino,â a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javierâs face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.
âAnswer me, mamaâ
A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.
âBeing mean gets me punishedâ you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. âIâm sorry, Javierâ you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.
Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if heâll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.
âSo you do know how to be nice?â He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. âJavier!â You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.
Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.
âListen carefully, queridaâ he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. âYouâre gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?â When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. âAnswer me.â He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.
You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.
âYes, Javierâ you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.
âGood. And once Iâm done fucking my pretty wife, youâre gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?â
You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.
âYes, Javierâ you repeated.
He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. âThank you, mamaâ he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.
Itâs delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though youâre on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.
You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.
âJaviâŠâ you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.
âI know mama, youâre doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so wellâ he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.
You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.
âYouâre so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?â he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javierâs marks would be on you tomorrow morning.
âI knowâ you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.
âYouâre so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?â you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.
âI know.â He says back gruffly.
Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.
âMeridaâ
You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.
âIâm gonnaâ you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.
Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. âCum on my cock, baby, you know what to doâ he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.
âOh fuck, Javi!â you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.
You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.
Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.
âCan you get these off me, please?â you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.
Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.
You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.
Itâs all so sudden but before you two realize it, youâre latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.
âHermosa,â he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.
Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.
âLo siento, hermosaâ he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. âMe too.â You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.
âDidnât you say you wanted me to suck you off?â you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.
He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.
He growls, nipping your ear. âBehaveâ he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.
âWho picked you up today then if I didnât come?â Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.
You smile, knowing that you canât always listen to Javierâs warnings. âJust some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number yâknowâ you grinned.
Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. âUnless youâre gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourselfâ he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. âIâm just messing with youâ you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. âHe was old. A grandpapiâ you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.
You press a hand against Javierâs chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.
âI missed you.â he mutters, feeling you up.
You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.âMe too.â
You look up, apologizing to him. âSorry for almost stabbing you with that knifeâ
You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. âIt was an accidentâ you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.
You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how youâll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.
Fuck it, he thinks. Heâd let you kill him anyday.
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#please i have to know if i'm just a bitch or not#you can probably guess what my opinion is on the matter lmao#just orphan the fic if you don't like it anymore/don't want to be associated with it!!!!#that's what the orphaning option is for!!!! why are you taking away MY beloved reading material!!!!!! it makes me so mad#i've started downloading and keeping a collection of my favorite fics because i can't trust them not to disappear on me#if you've written a fic i love and deleted it you'd better count your days#ao3#archive of our own#orphaned works#deleted fics#fanfic#fanfiction#fics#batfamily#batfam#batman#fandom#i'm just gonna tag all the fandoms i've read fic for lmao#voltron#voltron legendary defender#the raven cycle#trc#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#yuri on ice#marvel#mcu#the avengers#young justice
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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.
Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.
The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--
When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.
The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--
So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...
And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.
There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.
And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.
#short story#i guess?#original fiction#merman#mermaids#queer#fantasy fiction#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writers#guess what suckers this is just a one night in hartswood AU!!!!#mer!penn 4 LIFE#this is NOT a prompt lmao#im happy for you to use it with fanfic or w/e tho#but not original fiction#on account of how its my idea for a book
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so catwoman au has stray!tim now in case no one knew that
#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#au of leap of faith... which is an au#peter parker in gotham#peter parker#tim drake#stray!tim#stray tim#catwoman au#peter is in his murderous phase here#au ception i guess#digital art#spider-man#spider-man in gotham#spiderman
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precious idiots
#opla#one piece live action#one piece#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#guys i was never much of a zolu shipper but this show is making me go feral for them#what's my poor poor heart gonna do when sanji enters the picture#the monster trio it is then#now i'm finding out how little fanfic there is on them like???#i always though they were a popular ship#puts hands onto hips and huffs#do i have to do everything myself around here#guess i shall take this opportunity to dive back into one piece fanart it's been far too long a
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DAY 1: First Kiss for Wenclairtober :3
check this out on twt ! this is based on ch12 (i think?) of "The Dead and the Dancing" on ao3. A HEAVY recommended for sure
#wenclair#wenclairtober#wenclairtober2024#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wednesday netflix#wednesday series#wednesday 2022#Wednesday season 2#wenclair fanart#wednesday fanart#fanart#digital art#art#wlw#fanfic fanart#ao3 fanfic#actually there was an earlier first kiss in the fic but#wednesday kind of DENIES it was a kiss so im like eh...#though it was just a forehead kiss so i guess ch12 fits better!#I LOOOOOOOVE THE DEAD AND THE DANCING LIKEEE#it has my favorite depiction of yoko ever#its why im so sad she wont be in season 2 sighhhhhhh#its ok like i said#yoko tanaka you will be immortalized via fanfic and fanart#we swear it!!#k_ulai#kulai
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I hold the firm belief that if someone slapped Vil and yelled at him a little bit before he overblotted, he wouldnât have gone haywire.
I think if they had switched how people reacted with Riddle and Vil, we wouldâve saved two overblots. Riddle just wanted some comfort and recognition that he was going through a hard time and needed a hug. Vil wanted someone to keep him accountable.
Rook and Kalim gave Vil empathy and reassured him that he hadnât made a fatal mistake, which wouldâve helped Riddle calm down and think rationally. Ace decked Riddle to make him own up to his crimes and behavior, which Vil wouldâve benefited from.
Thatâs what Iâm doing in my first Vil fanfic. Iâm having MC smack Vil into not overblotting. Iâm having a bit too much fun.
Idk how we wouldâve ever defused the Riddle situation⊠probably by pulling him aside and giving him a hug or something⊠Aww, wait, that might work and be cute. Awwww, I can see that. Tell me if you think so too and I might write it later.
Let your thoughts in the comments lol. Let me know if your excited. I like peopleâs comments. Itâs fun
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#vil schoenheit#pomefiore#vil x reader#twst vil schoenheit#twisted wonderland x reader#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts x reader#twisted wonderland riddle#riddle rosehearts#heartslabyul#twst chapter 1#twst chapter 5#overblot#twst ace#ace trappola#twst rook#rook hunt#twst kalim#twisted wonderland kalim#kalim al asim#twst yuu#twst fanfic#teaser#i guess
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DP x DC: The al Ghul twins but with a twist!
Danyal al Ghul was- is a phenomenal actor. Always have been.
He was one of the best in the league for infiltration and espionage. None can deny that.
Along with his twin, Damian- whose skill sets are the complete opposite, they made for a terrifying pair of twins.
Ra's al Ghul saw that. He would have been a fool not to. The heir and his spare were talented in a completely different way.
So much so that Ra's decided to team them up. In the spotlight, Damian- the heir- would fight with raw strength and brutal power whilst Danyal- the spare- would strike from the shadows with amazing efficiency.
However, as much as they are better together, the twins must learn to be independent. To better themselves by being alone.
Relying on another encourages codependency after all.
And Ra's did not want such a pathetic thing to be a bigger problem than it is now.
So, he sent the spare to learn more about the Lazarus waters. A long term mission of infiltration and espionage. And while the League did not do such missions, he needed to learn more about the waters and it's properties to make better use of it. And simply forcing the two scientists to spill everything may result in a less than favorable outcome. Learning from the inside is better, really.
And whilst Danyal was away, he would further along Damian's training.
It was a good plan. Two birds with one stone.
And when Danyal arrived at his destination, he was a little worse for wear. Torn and dirty clothes, messy hair and acted beyond his years. He was in the alley right next to the Fentons' house when they first found him. They decided letting him spend a few days in their home to get ahold of a normal life before sending Danyal to the CPS was a good idea.
They quickly got attached to the cute and soft child beneath the always suspicious and hesitant orphan.
The Fentons immediately adopted him after deciding he would stay.
His name is now Daniel James Fenton.
Daniel was an average kid who acted like how you would expect an orphan who had lived on the streets for a long time.
His academic performance is above average in comparison to the other kids.
Even without the Fenton blood running through his veins, Daniel fit right in with the weird family.
As stated before, Danyal al Ghul is a phenomenal actor.
When he first arrived, he engineered a situation in which the scientists had no other choice than to take him in for a time.
When he was successful, he didn't stop to celebrate. Danyal immediately started working on making them warm up to him. Little gestures such as a hesitant hug and following them around like a little duckling worked like charms. Little giggles here and a little harmless prank there worked too.
Those psychology books and being near civilians more often helped him with these things. As well as the specialized training from the League.
When the child named Jasmine had fallen in his trap, it was easy to get the parents in too.
After getting adopted, although not before getting him a legal identity, he immediately started working who exactly he wanted Daniel to be and how people saw him.
A scared little child who jumps at any loud noises and a big interest in space and stars. Mostly because Danyal himself was a big space nerd and it's hard to fake enough interest to seem real.
Then he had gotten himself friends. A quaint life in a quaint town meant having less than 5 friends.
Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley were both viewed as weird and should be avoided. The new kid in town has befriended both and thus should be avoided by association.
He did not want to deal with even more obnoxious kids.
Danyal had lived a fake life with a fake personality. He trained whenever he can, and helped in the lab other times.
Weekly written reports to the League.
And learn as much as he can.
That was then. Now, Danny was no longer as alive as he was. And while it's a nuisance, his ghostly powers brought a lot of advantage.
When he first became Phantom, he fought ghosts. Acted like the wimpy yet still brave Danny in front of his friends.
Every few days, he would complain about the vigilante life and every other day he would use make up to worsen his appearance. A little darker dark circles and messier nest of a hair.
And while Danyal got the hang of his new abilities in a few days, Danny took a few weeks.
He purposefully dropped his grades because Danny couldn't find the time to study and Danyal knew Sam and Tuck would get suspicious if his grades remained the same.
Weeks and weeks after, learning more about the Lazarus waters, ghosts, and it's properties at a faster rate than ever before, Danyal decided that his little engineering and sciencing hustle should end. And by that, he means he should end the mission. So he started working on the last phase of his plans.
(He got too attached. Oh Ancients, he got too attached. He wanted to stay there and actually live like a normal person. He wanted to but- but... what about his brother...? He had to leave. Leaving means more suffering for them. His... friends and family.
He is so gonna miss the cat and mouse chase with the Fentons. He is gonna miss everyone. He hopes everyone forgets him so that he can leave feeling a little better)
First step, making those who are in the know about Phantom, warm up to the idea of him leaving vigilantism behind.
Every few weeks, he would joke about quitting as Phantom. That turned into months and Danny started looking even worse than when he first became Phantom. Danny wouldn't have a future if he didn't study more. But he couldn't because of vigilantism. And the stress caught up to him.
16 year old Daniel James Fenton decided he should stop when he was finally convinced by his two friends and two sisters.
(He hated how much he engineered these situations)
And while Danyal knew Danny didn't have a future, Danny himself didn't and thus acted like it.
It was hard trying so hard to rebut his circle of people when he just wanted agree right then there. It all ended in a messy and teary situation Danyal would have liked to avoid altogether.
(His tears were real. He didn't want to admit that he was crying. Mourning his loss before it happened)
The things he does to stay character.
Phantom quit after loudly announcing he was moving to another place to haunt.
And Danny's grades slowly went up to what it used to be before the ghost nonsense. He was finally relaxing again.
He was anxious. Anxious to the point of tensing. His League training thrown put the window)
Few months after, Daniel James Fenton went missing with little to no clues as to why.
Everyone mourned him. His ghostly core was happy when he had caught a glimpse of his grave while he was... visiting, for a lack of a better word.
(Finally, he was being mourned. Because he did die. Death touched him and he didn't even have a grave before this)
Now Danyal al Ghul returned from his long term mission. He could finally be himself again.
(Somewhere along the way Danny had become Danyal's real personality)
The League of Assassins was exactly as he had first left it. There were a few very glaring issues though.
First, Damian isn't here. He had left. Left Danyal alone. It took quite the willpower to not go out and track wherever Damian had gone to.
Second, Ra's al Ghul wasn't here. Grandfather had died and his body was nowhere to be found.
Third, Mother was leading. While it is not that much of an issue, Danyal is to be the heir and shall by crowned the leader in a few weeks time. Which is a big issue. Mostly because he was supposed to be in the shadows. Danyal decided that he did not want to be in the limelight like his brother.
Plus, he was already the Eventual King of another dimension. A rather infinite one might he add.
Ugh, more responsibilities.
He decided that he would greet his brother on their seventeenth birthday. A little terrorizing never hurts anybody.
Till then, he'd have to train his ass off.
(Heâd do just about anything stop himself from thinking about Amity Park and its residents)
Sigh...
#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dp crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#???? i guess#damian al ghul#danyal al ghul#help i know nothing about LoA
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Just Friends
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary:Â A night of drinking makes Bucky bold and a harmless text makes him bolder.
Word Count: 3.6k+
Warnings:Â Explicit content (18+ only). Alcohol consumption. Thigh fucking. Orgasm denial. Cum play (microscopically). Oral sex (implied).
The tip of one finger prods gently at your lower lip, eyebrows scrunching with a wince when a burst of pain emanates from the slightly swollen flesh. A narrow, reddened cut dissects the once smooth surface and you lean closer to your streaked mirror to get a better look. Carefully, you press your lips together as if youâd just applied a layer of lipstick and the sting worsens.
You swear you can feel your pulse throbbing beneath the superficial wound and you sigh. It has ached all day, even more so when you split the small wound open while eating dinner earlier. Yanking open a drawer, you dig around in search of your scarcely-used tub of Vaseline, hoping the sticky goop will prevent your scabbed lip from cracking open again. With a soft touch, you apply a thin layer to your tender lip as well as its uninjured mate, having to stop yourself from habitually rubbing them together.Â
This is all Buckyâs fault.
Last night had been a normal outing, no different from any other youâve shared among your small group of friends. Music pumped from speakers, alcohol flowed from an array of bottles and cocktails, fun and laughter filled the evening. Normal, that is, until Bucky backed you into a dark corner of the bar and kissed you harder and more fiercely than any man or woman ever has.
It wasnât the kiss that surprised you so much as the kisser. Admittedly, Bucky is a good-looking guy and sure youâve had less-than-appropriate thoughts about him a time or two, but itâs not as if youâve ever had a truly serious interest in him beyond what some might consider a crush. Not that it matters much. Although you consider him a friend, Bucky is rather reserved and â prior to last night â youâd have bet any amount of money that heâs certainly never had a second thought about you.Â
And yet, the ghost of his warm lips devouring yours still haunts your mouth. The way heâd cradled your head and caressed your tongue with his own has you feeling light-headed even after all these hours. Bucky licked and sucked hungrily at you, at one point seeming to grow so overwhelmed with an untamed need that heâd nipped rather harshly at your mouth and left you with a memento of your shared moment of passion.
You shake your head and flip off the bathroom lights before heading back to your bedroom. Stripping down, you throw on a comfortable outfit to sleep in and climb under the covers. With your head burrowed comfortably deep in your pillows, you shut your eyes and beg your brain to stop replaying the memory of last night on a loop. You have to stop thinking about Bucky. And about Buckyâs lips. And about kissing Bucky.Â
But you canât.
Your eyes flick open, hardly able to see anything in the darkness of your room and you sigh. You huff and flop onto your side, hoping the change of position will usher you off to sleep faster. The niggling thoughts pervade. You still canât believe he kissed you like that. Ignoring the pinch of pain you feel, your tongue sweeps repeatedly over your bruised lip and you swear you can still taste Bucky there.Â
In all honesty, you want to simply blame it on the alcohol or the heated tension youâd created on the dancefloor together just so you wonât have to admit that your broody, handsome friend might actually be attracted to you. Hell, youâd blame it on something as trivial as the full moon if it means you can avoid having to think about what last nightâs kiss might mean for your meager friendship. Is it too much to hope that Bucky had been overly inebriated and forgotten about it altogether?Â
As if able to hear you thinking about him, the once silent phone sitting on your dresser lights up and vibrates. Propped up on one elbow, you can just barely make out Buckyâs name popping up with a succinct ping. You stare at the screen for a long moment, hoping that if you donât look at his text, it will somehow go away. It doesnât. In fact, an accompanying message joins the first and your curiosity finally forces you to reach for the device.Â
Bucky: Tried to order a shot at the bar and theyâre all out of tequila. I think we did serious damage last night
You smirk and release a quick snort of laughter at Buckyâs text, all the while wondering how in the world heâs managing to go out drinking after last night. Itâs been an entire day and youâre still feeling the effects of your overindulgence, your head evidently doing its best impression of a balloon full of concrete. Before you can respond, the screen indicates that Bucky is typing something else.Â
Bucky: Sorry about kissing you by the way. We have to be as awkward as possible around each other now FYI
So much for forgetting. Sensing Buckyâs attempt to make light of the strange situation while also trying to suss out how youâre feeling about it, you decide to take it easy on him. You have no hard feelings about the kiss and youâd hate for him to feel badly over something so trivial.Â
Sitting all the way up, you switch on the bedside lamp and open the camera app while you bring your phone close to your face. You open your mouth slightly so the aftermath of Buckyâs kiss is more visible, take a photo, then send it his way with a sarcastic text about how he should be sorry for how heâs maimed and massacred you.Â
It doesnât even occur to you how the thoughtlessly snapped picture might be misinterpreted. There had been no purposeful intention in the sensual way your lips were parted, nor had you meant to capture your cleavage in the image. Youâd simply sent the picture as a joke and locked your phone, but seconds later â even before youâve managed to set the device back down â Buckyâs number and the goofy group picture you have saved as his contact photo are lighting up your screen. The phone vibrates steadily in your hand as you stare in surprise.Â
If youâd been sitting in the downtown bar with him, you would have watched as the content smile that accompanied the sight of your incoming message had been promptly swept away as Buckyâs eyes scanned what youâd actually sent. You would have seen the way he snatched his jacket off the barstool and how his hand nearly shattered the glass of his phoneâs screen when he jabbed your contact with unnecessary force. You would have witnessed him lifting the phone to his ear, grinding his teeth as the dial tone droned while he strode through the thinning crowd and out the barâs exit to the crowded street.
âHello?â you drawl hesitantly upon answering the call.
You receive no greeting in return, only a terse demand.
âSend me your address.â
âWhat? Why?â you wonder, sitting up straighter in your bed at the serious sound of Buckyâs voice. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs wrong is you sending me that picture,â he retorts as if it is obvious.
âBucky, what are you talking about?â you laugh nervously. âIt was just a joke.â
âIâm not joking,â Bucky assures you seriously. âSend me the damn address.â
You repeat his name again with another uneasy scoff as you try to process his unexpected adamance. Heat blooms all across your body and you begin to chew nervously on your fingernail as you struggle to come up with a reason for him not to come over. Thereâs no way this man is going to show up on your doorstep.
âListen, IâmâŠIâm already in bed in my pajamas,â you offer lamely. âIâm not exactly in any state to receive company andâŠandâŠI havenât cleaned in days! I was just kidding, BuckâŠyou donât need toâ.â
âDonât,â he warns. âDonât you dare.â
The argument sounds rather lacking even to your own ears. In actuality, you donât care how you look or how your place looks if Bucky does come over. What you care about is what will happen if he does; specifically, whatâs going to happen to you. But thereâs no way this man is going to show up on your doorstep.
âIâm going to hang up the phone and get a cab,â Bucky informs you impatiently. âBy the time I do, I better have your address.â
Before you even have a chance to plead your case, the line goes dead. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you stare indecisively at the chat which remains open on the screen. The easiest solution would be to put the damn thing down, roll over, and go to sleep. But the cursor that flashes in the textbox taunts you, calling to you like a beacon. Youâre suddenly feeling uncharacteristically weak.Â
Your fingers move of their own volition, punching in the appropriate information before you toss your phone to the end of the bed and flop backwards with a closed-mouth scream. This man is going to show up on your doorstep.Â
Thereâs something paradoxical to the notion that you arenât close enough friends for Bucky to know where you live, yet heâs about to show up here toâŠwell, you arenât quite sure what heâs showing up for. His demand to know your address was alarming â if not somewhat enticing â and you allow your imagination to take over for a moment.
With damp palms dragging down your suddenly overheated face, your mind races and you begin to question your sanity. It would have been so easy to ignore Buckyâs demand and just go to sleep. Youâd probably be saving yourself a lot of trouble. But deep down, you have to admit that this is something youâve been secretly wanting since the very first day you met Bucky. However, that particular thought exists miles down a road youâre not quite ready to travel along.
By the time the resounding knock comes, youâve paced about a mile and a half back and forth through your bedroom. Your heart is pounding and youâre practically shaking right out of the clothes you wear. A thick hoodie and a pair of loose cotton shorts hang off your vibrating frame, only because you decided wearing your sexy pajama set would seem a bit too presumptuousâŠperhaps even desperate. And it had definitely felt that way when you put them on earlier.Â
Maybe you should change back. Maybe you shouldnât care so much. The echoing knock is firmer this time and doesnât give you time to think about it any longer. Because this man actually showed up on your doorstep.
Youâve hardly cracked the door open an inch and Bucky is already inside and shedding his leather jacket from his broad shoulders. He closes in on you until youâre forced to take several unsteady steps backwards into the dark, narrow hall. His hungry eyes look you up and down, sizing you up like a lion would its kill.
âWhat exactly are you doing here?â
Although you try to infuse some sort of playful, casual laughter into the question, the uncertain quiver of your voice gives you away. As does the way your eyes dart around, refusing to meet Buckyâs. He notes the anxious rubbing of your palms against your thighs and takes a slow step closer to you.Â
Standing frozen before him, you gasp when he takes hold of your elbow and promptly marches you towards your bedroom. By the time youâve turned around to face him, Bucky has already pulled his shirt up and over his head, the defined muscles of his torso rippling and on full display as he does so. Your mouth is dry and your brain is fuzzy.
âYou changed,â he notes nonchalantly before gesturing at your outfit. âYouâre gonna wanna take that off.â
Bucky utters the order so confidently and with no preamble that it nearly knocks you off balance. You know whatâs happening, your brain just doesnât seem to believe it. And so you stand stock-still, incapable of much more than staring. It isnât until Bucky growls in frustration â clearly believing that youâre being coy or perhaps just stubborn â that you find your voice.
âYou still havenât said why youâre here.â
âBecauseâŠâ he begins impatiently as he toes off his boots and kicks them aside. âI havenât been able to stop thinking about last night. And nowâŠseeing how good I look on you is driving me crazy and making me wanna mark you all over.â
The admission is jarring. Almost as much as the cracking sound that shatters the silence in the room when Bucky unbuckles his belt and whips it free of his pants with one smooth movement. You choose to ignore his unashamed desire and opt to address the less detrimental part of his confession.
âBuck, câmon,â you choke, somehow feeling even warmer. âIt was just a kiss.â
âSo?â
Your eyes meet his then, not sure how to respond to his unexpected challenge. The heat you find there nearly scorches you. Youâre suddenly at a loss for an excuse that seems adequate enough to turn down the prowling man. Especially when you know you want this as much as he does, if not more. Still, you try.
âWe were drunk,â you offer weakly.
It sounds like a question even to you and when Bucky quirks a dark brow, you know your reason has fallen flat. He regards you for a long moment, unbuttoning his jeans and revealing a trail of hair which dips below the illegibly branded waistband of his underwear.
âI wasnât that drunk,â he assures, hair mussed and nostrils flaring. âNow, like I saidâŠtake that off.â
âTakeâŠwhat off?â you mumble distantly.
Youâre too distracted by the plethora of smooth, tanned skin to pay attention; too beguiled by the sight of his half-naked body and all that it promises to continue thinking. Bucky points a long finger in your direction, swirling it mid-air to specify that heâs referring to your baggy hoodie and rumpled shorts.
âAll of it,â he barks. âOff.â
Ultimately, you obey Buckyâs request and though your limbs move as if filled with sand, they manage to shed your hoodie and shorts just the same. Youâre left standing bare-chested in nothing but a pair of underwear that do very little to shield you from the lascivious perusal of Buckyâs hungry eyes. He mirrors your state, now standing before you statuesque and gorgeous in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs when he finally answers your earlier question.Â
âIâm here to finish what I started.â
He breathes the words, his lips so close to your own that you can almost taste him. With barely an inch between you, Buckyâs eyes flicks to yours, silently asking permission. He shows no intention of closing the space between you, instead waiting for you to make that decision. You do so without hesitation and crash your lips into his with a sigh of relief at the familiar feeling of his mouth on yours.
In a flash, Bucky tears away and has you hauled into his arms to toss you easily into the middle of your soft mattress. Youâve barely stopped bouncing when Buckyâs strong body is braced above you. His hips settle perfectly in the space between your thighs; you can feel the heat of him there and the sensation is dizzying. Holding his weight on one hand, Bucky slips the other in the miniscule space between your torsos and hooks a finger along the elastic band of your panties. He tugs playfully at the material before letting it snap sharply against your hip.
âI did say all of it, didnât I?â he taunts with a wry smirk.
âI didnât have time,â you argue with a giggle that stops short when he allows his hips to drop so that you feel his hardness directly against your center. âIâm sorry.â
He hums against your skin as his lips trail from your jaw to your ear where he licks the sensitive lobe and nips gently at your skin.
âShhâŠdonât worry,â he murmurs. âItâs okay. We can leave them on because if you take âem off right now, I am going to fuck the shit out of you.â
Youâre uncertain whether the words are a promise or a threat, even more unsure which youâd prefer. With a pathetic whimper that curls warmly into Buckyâs ear, you feel his heavy cock twitch against your crotch. His lips latch hastily to the side of your neck and he suckles.
âPlease, Bucky,â you mewl, wanting him to deliver on his threat.Â
ThreatâŠpromiseâŠyou donât care what it was, just so long as he follows through. To your dismay, Bucky puts a swift end to your hopefulness.
âNo no no, babyâŠdonât beg,â Bucky coos almost cruelly. âYouâre not getting fucked tonight.â
He punctuates the lowly-spoken words with a pointed thrust of his hips, grinding firmly against your core and beginning to feel the dampness of your sodden panties through his own underwear. You gasp then, sharp and sudden â the sound only partially prompted by the pleasurable sensation he imparts upon you. It is the widening of your eyes that belies the other cause for the breathy noise: Buckyâs unexpected denial. The complete turnaround has you reeling. If he notices your disapproving reaction, he gives no indication and instead continues his inauspicious words.
âIâm gonna make you ache the way Iâve ached for you. Gonna make you go crazy wanting me,â he breathes, interspersing thrusts every so often between the syllables. âMake you so desperate that youâll do anything just for a little taste.â
Bucky hisses the last word and you flinch just as the rigid head of his length brushes your swollen clit through the thin layers of material separating you. Even without touching you beyond this, he has you near tears and yearning. He watches the pathetic tilt of your hips and the pitiful way your face crumbles, in awe over the way your muscles quiver and your body moves restlessly beneath him. You havenât even seen a fraction of what he has planned for you and already youâre falling apart; the very notion has him clenching his jaw as his cock hardens painfully.
âBuck. Please.â
You whine â breathless and high â though Bucky continues as if you havenât said a word.
âIâm gonna take you right to the edge,â he cups your ass, lifting and grinding your hips into his with a dramatic pause, âand thenâŠstop.â
Before you have a chance to lament Buckyâs refusal to give you what heâs made you want, his strong hands grip your bent knees to gather your legs and arrange them over one shoulder so that the backs of your thighs settle along the hard ridges of his abdomen. With your legs pressed firmly together, Bucky reaches down to take himself in hand. He inhales through his teeth, allowing a few indulgent strokes of his throbbing cock before he aligns the glistening tip between the soft flesh of your thighs.
A groan forms deep in his belly, bubbling up until it fights its way out when his lips part instinctively. You watch, trancelike, as Bucky glides his dick rhythmically between your legs. In and out, over and over. Sweat gathers where your skin meets and Buckyâs grip on you tightens as fucks your thighs, taking a smug sort of pleasure in his endeavor to continue denying you.
As his thrusts increase in speed and the veins in his thick neck begin to protrude, you hope Bucky is suitably distracted and dare to lift your hips in search of some much needed friction. Buckyâs reaction is swift, immediate, and infuriating. He presses his weight forward, shoving you back into the mattress and effectively pinning you in place just as a strangled sound pours from him.Â
Without warning, his hips jolt forward and his body tenses before becoming still. A wet warmth splashes against your belly and Bucky lets out a rush of breath while his body convulses and another rope of cum rains down on you.Â
Bucky finally allows your legs to fall to the side, each one bracketing his corded legs where he still kneels above you as he allows his orgasm to wash over him. The fog lifts for you before it does for him and with the dawning realization, your desperation ratchets up a notch. Feral for some sort of release, you thrash with need and whimper with embarrassing anguish. Your body vibrates with the tension that blazes through your veins and you reach for Bucky, fingernails grabbing and clawing at his hairy thighs while you beg and plead for him to take you, touch you, anything.
Bucky had come here tonight with every intention of teasing and torturing you â a sort of retaliation for the yearning heâs felt for you â but seeing you like this is pushing him dangerously close to giving in. To fucking you the way you both want him to. However, he vowed not to fuck you tonight and heâs a man of his word. Still, heâs willing to show a little mercy.Â
With a huff and a quick sweep of his hand through his hair, Bucky is shushing you. He shifts his weight and slides down until his striking face hovers just above your pelvis. From here, he can smell you and the faint aroma has his mouth watering in a way he thinks he ought to be ashamed of. He drags his fingers through the pearlescent splatters that dot your stomach while his other hand eases your panties to the side before he brings the slickened digits to your folds. Warm breath puffs against you when he whispers.
âI said I wouldnât fuck you, I never said I wouldnât make you cum,â he concedes with a dastardly grin.
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Cat King: I know my kingdom better than you. I'm proud of my duties towards my citizens. I hold responsibilities that are very impressive.
Edwin: You've forgotten yourself in your own lack of self-awareness and self-worth -- exactly proving my point.
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