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Soul Eater Fandom, who is âThe Normal Oneâ?
Excalibur won the poll for âMade to be Hatedâ with nearly 80% of the votes!
Letâs fill in the rest! Who is âthe only normal personâ? These are the suggestions I got:
After this we will do âUhhhâŠ.whatâs your name again?â. Find the poll here!
#soul eater#excalibur#soul evans#liz thompson#tsubaki nakatsukasa#kilik rung#soul eater meme#soul eater fanart#myart#se alcpost#alc arts#every show has one#i got some more suggestions but those characters were not normal#especially uf yiu read the manga soâŠ..#soul eater poll
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ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!
i need sal so bad its an actual problem
just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)
mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them
hes so shy and nervous and awkward but heâs having the time of his life, watching the readerâs reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers
GOD DAMN.
would love if u wrote this mootie đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)
(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes đ)
hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and Iâm loving it, also cus youâre AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.)Â
Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader
words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, câmon), hold the moan trope
The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.
Since it was Larryâs last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours.Â
You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larryâs old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing.Â
That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which shouldâve been fine.
In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you couldâve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashleyâs hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you wouldâve let out.
âyou okay?â Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Salâs hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight.Â
But thatâs when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldnât even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you.Â
That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisaâs old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones.Â
Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you.Â
âS-sal..â you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. âP-please baby, need you so bad..â you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.
âN-no, you know how thin these walls are - Iâm sorry about earlier, but..â he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. Thatâs when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard heâs concerned it might bleed. You canât help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck.Â
He doesnât say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet âfuck.â Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. âG-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..â he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.
He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for.Â
His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.
The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. Itâs driving him beyond insane, to the point heâs thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didnât bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didnât cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it. Â
âB-baby.â He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. âC-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, âs so sensitive. Need you so bad.â He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. âJust wannâ cum inside you, pleaseâŠâ he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.
Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick.Â
He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.
He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop.Â
âm-me too, fuck, me too, me too âm gonna cum, âs too tight, âs so warm.â He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him.Â
He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Salâs abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.
 âYouâre going to be the fucking death of me.âÂ
#sal fisher#sally face#sally face x reader#larry johnson#sal fisher x reader#sally fisher#ashley campbell#todd morrison#neil sally face#sal fisher smut#sal fisher x reader smut#JESUS CHRIST!!! WOW!! MY FIRST SMUT!!
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So I was having an ice cream cone earlier. And a thirsty thought came to me. What if reader is eating/licking ice cream while their boyfriend look at reader and started having horny thoughts?! Why lick the ice cream when theres other hotter things out there? Which is them?! đłđ€ Feel free to choose any types of ice cream~ Ice cream cone, popsicle etc~ đŠđšđ§As for the boys, maybe Lyney, Wanderer, Xiao, Wrio, Albedo and any others you love~~
~đŠđŸâšïžđŠ
Ooo yummy~
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{àŒ»~Sweet like ice cream~àŒș}
CW: NSFW! MDNI! Very suggestive talking and mentions of tasting the characters! Readers a tease! Slight begging and desperation on the characters part! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Albedo: love)
(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, Xiao, and Wriothesley!)
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đàŒLyney:
Lyney was trying to look anywhere but your mouth...trying to focus on the ground instead of the way your lips encased the icy popsicle, tinted slightly red from the flavours...the way they slowly slid off it...and then were followed up by your tongue that licked up the sweet drips of the melting dessert. He was shivering in his seat, a mess forming in his tight clothes as his mind got the better of him...you had to be doing this intentionally.
"Mon chérie...that popsicle of yours, it certainly looks delicious...but I think those goregous red lips of yours could find something even tastier~"
đàŒAlbedo:
Albedo was suddenly no longer intrigued with his paperwork, no far from it actually. All he could see was the ice cream that dribbled down your chin...how you used your fingers to collect it back up and lick it off the tips before going back to the cone itself. He was enraptured with it, feeling himself steadily growing hotter as he watched you,...couldn't you find better things to delight in...
"Albedo, you alright."
"...love, please finish your treat. I...I have a idea for another~"
đàŒWanderer:
Wanderer grunted quietly, his hands snaking their way onto your waist so he could pull you back into him...so he could watch you snack on your frozen delight while you felt him get turned on between your legs. He was only getting more eager with every kitten lick you took of the sweet creamy delicacy...he wanted you to look just as pleased as you tasted him...and then he hoped he could taste you too...savour every single drop of you slowly.
"Hurry~"
đàŒXiao:
"Please..." Xiao moaned into the crook of your neck, finding it hard to even out his breathing...to keep his hands away from you. Whatever spell you'd casted on him with the beautiful mouth of yours, it wasn't going to go away and till he got to taste you...till your lips were wrapped around him and the cream you were licking up was anything but his own...he needed it. "Please~"
đàŒWriothesley:
Wriothesleys fingers tapped against the solid wood of his desk, normally he'd be writing out the schedule for the fortress...planning the rest of his day, but no. Today you had decided to try some of the homemade ice cream the cafeteria had been serving..and the way you were enjoying it had him unable to concentrate.
You kept licking of the cold creamy goodness of the spoon...taking a second to savour it before going in for another spoon full...if this was your idea of teasing...you were doing a damn good job of it.
"If you lick that spoon one more time, I'll make sure the next thing you taste is me and the wood of my desk as I ruin you against it~"
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àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©* à©âĄâ§âË~Have a nice day~*â .â â§
#genshin smut#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin#lyney smut#lyney x you#lyney x reader#albedo smut#albedo x you#albedo x reader#wanderer smut#wanderer x you#wanderer x reader#xiao smut#xiao x reader#xiao x you#wriothesley smut#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley x you
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AOT Petname HC's
My list and takes of (various) AOT character's usages of petnames in a relationship <3
Characters listed: Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Hange, Eren, Annie, Jean.
!! Slightly suggestive + sorry for grammar mistakes if any
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Levi Ackerman
â„âAs expected, Levi isn't the type to get too particularly creative with the names he calls you, so he usually just calls you by your name. However, when he does, you always tease him about it.
â„âLovely is what he calls you whenever he gets sentimental or when you need comfort. "I'm here lovely," or "stay with me lovely, come on," are some uses of this petname.
â„âDear is what he calls you when he wants to encourage you. Although he rarely uses it, it sometimes slips out when he's vulnerable. "C'mon dear, keep going."
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Mikasa Ackerman
â„âShe loves to use petnames as it reminds her that you're hers. Sometimes she gets too eager to ask you if you're comfortable with a new petname and just drops it out of the blue, getting extremely flustered after.
â„âHoney is what she usually calls you for generic sentences and situations. She loves it because it sounds like the two of you are married. "Honey, are you done yet?"
â„âDarling is what she calls you regularly too, but mostly in situations where she's extremely happy or wants to comfort you. "Let's go out to eat, darling."
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Armin Arlert
â„âUgh my sweet Armin (àčËÌ”áŽËÌ”) he also likes to use petnames and chooses the sappiest, sweetest, and most corniest ones to call you.
â„âAngel is what he uses when he's being overly sweet and lovey. He loves to add "my" in front of it because it's more possessive. "Come back to bed, angel," or "my angel is so beautiful," are some examples.
â„âSweetheart is what he calls you when he's.. vulnerable. Begging and needy. He loves to use it because he knows you'll cave into all his desires the moment it slips out of his mouth. I am NOT writing examples cause I'll go insane.
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Hange Zoë
â„âThey honestly use the weirdest petnames on you that fit more under the nicknames category than anything.
â„âPrincess, if you were comfortable with it, would be used to mainly mess with you and refer to you in the third person. "Don't stress too much, princess," "My princess is the only royal I care about, personally."
â„âBunny is what they usually call you. It was cute up until you found out they got the name from one of their now dead titan subjects. It was still endearing, though. "What'll we have for dinner, bunny? Stew?"
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Eren Yaeger
â„âHe uses petnames like any normal person, but he's actually so incredibly NOT creative that it pisses you off. Whenever you ask for a more unique petname, he usually just shrugs and says something stupid like "cutie patootie?"
â„âBaby/Babe is what he calls you when he's frustrated or jealous. While he calls you "babe" when he's angry, he uses "baby" in a soft, but irritated tone when he's trying to get what he wants from you. "Come on, babe, we're wasting time here." "Baby- stay here with me. Don't go off with those people."
I literally can't imagine him saying anything else LMAOO
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Annie Leonhardt
â„âSorry but I also just can't imagine her calling her partner anything; however, that doesn't stop her from loving being called petnames herself. She loves every kind of petname you come up for her and gets flustered every time you use them.
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Jean Kirschtein
â„âDon't even get me started. He's such a hopeless romantic that when he finally got a piece of ass, he immediately showed how absolutely grateful he was through cute petnames. He's so incredibly corny with some of them, though.
â„âBabyboy/Babygirl is what he calls you when he's being sweet or when he's just trying to comfort you. "I'm right here, baby---, I'm right here."
â„âDoll & Sugar is what he calls you regularly for any circumstance because it makes him sound flirty, smooth, and mature. He doesn't know that it sometimes gets him weird stares from strangers. "Hey, doll. You just gonna stand there?" "Why're you feeling lonely? I'm right here, sugar."
I had more ideas for him but I was just gonna list two (*ÂŽ-`)
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#aot headcanons#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman headcanons#mikasa ackerman x reader#mikasa x reader#mikasa ackerman headcanons#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert x you#armin arlert headcanons#hange zoe x reader#hange zoe x you#hange zoe headcanons#eren yeager x reader#eren yeager x you#eren yeager headcanons#annie leonhardt x reader#annie leonhardt x you#annie leonhardt headcanons#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtein x you#jean kirschtein headcanons#attack on titan headcanons
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Flufftober Day 7: Hoodie Weather
A/N: mod ghost made the joke about him writing for a comic book character yesterday, but for me itâs actually a âwho wouldâve guessedâ moment đ but Iâve been wanting to write for Jason for a while and now I finally got around to it. hope you enjoy! -mod angel
Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader
Summary: The nights have gotten cold in Gotham, and you havenât been dressing accordingly. Lucky for you, a good friend (who you are a bit infatuated with) is able to help you.
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It had become routine to meet Jason on the roof of his apartment building after he gets back from patrol.Â
The day he went AWOL when he encountered some of Jokerâs henchmen and had a really bad panic attack, you had gotten a worried call from Dick, who was frantically asking if youâd seen him. When you finally found him, he was on the roof, curled up and breathing heavily. You had helped him calm down, and thatâs when you decided to make sure he had someone to check in with him every day.Â
Now, you opened the door after making your way up the stairs, when you spotted the back of his hoodie. You walked over to him, trying to pretend you werenât winded from walking up all those stairs as you plopped yourself down next to him.Â
He turned to you, noticing you were breathing heavily, smirking as he tried not to laugh. âThere arenât that many stairs in this building.â
You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath now that he already noticed your heavy breathing. âIâve never had physical training like you. Most people donât do daily combat training as children, you know.â
He let out a warm laugh, crossing his legs and running a hand through his hair, which was getting a little messed up from the wind that was blowing. âYeah, sometimes I forget having a whole family thatâs trained to fight from the moment theyâre taken in isnât normal.â
âYour experiences are not universal,â you replied, laughing. It was natural to fall into casual banter; you both had a tendency towards snarkiness, so it just worked.Â
You hugged your knees to your chest as the wind picked up a little more, trying unsuccessfully to stop yourself from shivering. It was just turning fall in Gotham, and the weather was really starting to cool down, especially at night.
Jason looked at you, noticing your trembling, and he frowned slightly. âAre you cold?â
You were moving your body around a little as you sat there, trying to warm it up. âYouâre not?â you laughed, which came out a little shaky since you were still moving.Â
He shook his head. âNope. Perfectly warm over here.â He reached out his hand to touch your arm and show you. A warmth enveloped you where his hand landed, a slight blush creeping across your face as you felt his firm but gentle grip.Â
âDamn,â he muttered, pulling his hand away after it lingered on your arm for a few seconds. âYouâre freezing. Why didnât you wear a sweater? Or like, long sleeves?â
You rolled your eyes, hugging yourself to warm up your arms, feeling especially cold after he took the warmth of his hand away. âIt was warm earlier today. I didnât know it was going to be this cold when I left home.â
He paused for a moment, looking like he was considering something. âI have a hoodie you could wear, to warm you up.â
You raised an eyebrow. âI sure hope youâre not offering the one youâre wearing,â you pointed to the sleeveless hoodie that only covered his shoulders. âBecause that would not warm me up at all.â
He rolled his eyes, letting out a noise that was halfway between a scoff and a laugh. âNo, I have normal hoodies in my apartment. You could come down and put one of them on.â He sounded nonchalant, but you couldâve sworn you saw a slight blush on his face.Â
You had never actually been in his apartment, usually meeting up on the roof for a long time until it got so late you just went home. Any other time you saw him was usually out somewhere, or at your own apartment.Â
To try to stop the flustered feeling you got at his suggestion, you decided to joke a bit. âI thought you didnât like people going in your apartment? Iâve heard you complain about it quite a bit.â
He scoffed, crossing his arms. âI donât mind people in my apartment, I mind my brothers breaking into my apartment.â Heâd told you about how often he would just find one of his brothers in his apartment, even though he hadnât been there all day, and none of them had a key that he was aware of.Â
You were starting to get goosebumps from the cold now, so you really couldnât refuse his offer. âYeah, I think thatâs a good idea, if you really donât mind,â you muttered, your teeth chattering slightly.Â
âNot at all,â he shook his head as he stood, reaching a hand out to help you up. âCâmon, or someone will think youâre a Freeze victim.â
You laughed, taking his hand as he effortlessly pulled you up, almost lifting you right off of your feet. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he was.Â
âGod, how have you been staying up here the whole time? Your hands are so cold,â he murmured, keeping his hold on your hand to try to warm it up.Â
âI donât know,â you scoffed playfully. âSomeone wouldnât stop talking.â
âYeah, you,â he replied, pulling you along until you reached the door, which he held open for you. âNow get inside.â
You held up your other hand. âOkay, okay, no need to be so bossy.â You couldnât help but laugh as you walked through the door.Â
He led you down a few flights of stairs, and then down the hallway until he stopped in front of one of the doors, letting go of your hand so he could pull out his keys to unlock it. After it was open, he gestured for you to go inside. âAfter you,â he bowed slightly, grinning at the dramatic gesture.
You stepped into the apartment, looking around as you took in your surroundings. His apartment was kept pretty neat and organized. You wondered how he had time to keep everything clean, considering how often he spent doing his âother activities.â You werenât surprised at how many books there were on his shelf; he had probably read all of them already. Especially the Austen novels.Â
Jason was shutting and locking the door behind you when you said, half sarcastically, âwow, nice place you got here.â
He shrugged, moving immediately to his dresser and rifling through it. âItâs not much compared to the mansion, but itâs a place I can go to just be alone. Most of the time.â He finally pulled out a hoodie and held it out to you.Â
You took it from him, looking at it before putting it on. It was red, and you wondered if he even owned any hoodies that werenât red. A little on the nose, you wanted to say, but you kept that to yourself since he was being so generous.Â
His hoodie was really big on you; it almost went down to your knees, and the sleeves were practically twice as long as your arms. But you didnât mind, it was really comfortable.Â
âYouâre still shivering,â he frowned, his arms crossed.Â
âI literally just put it on,â you shrugged. âItâll take a bit before I actually fully warm up.âÂ
He hesitated for a moment, almost as if he was trying to stop himself from doing something. After a few moments, he pulled you into a tight hug, knowing itâll warm you up faster.Â
You practically melted into the warm embrace, your hands instinctively moving to hug him back. He felt like a personal space heater, and you couldnât help but to bury your face in his chest. You felt⊠protected. Your heart felt just as warm as your body now felt.Â
You stood there for a few minutes in silence, just feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his strong arms holding you for what felt like a very long time. You felt like you could stay there forever.Â
âWarmer now?â He asked softly, breaking the silence. âYou stopped shaking.â
âY-yeah,â you stammered, being brought out of your thoughts. âThis is really helping.â
âDo you want me to⊠stop?â He asked hesitantly.Â
âNo,â you said, too quickly. âUm. I justâŠâ You blushed, grateful he couldnât see your face. âThis⊠feels really⊠comforting,â you mumbled, despite feeling a bit embarrassed.Â
âYeah,â he whispered in agreement, burying his face in your hair. His hand started to rub soothing circles on your back, which made you close your eyes, almost as if you could fall asleep right there, standing up in his arms.Â
âItâs really late,â he said after a few more moments of silence. âDo you maybe just wanna⊠stay here tonight?â His voice was soft and soothing as he pulled away slightly to look at you, his arms still around you. He looked⊠a bit shy. âI mean, I know how dangerous it is to walk the streets of Gotham at night.â
âThatâs trueâŠâ you replied, trying to hide your blush.Â
âAnd what kind of âheroâ would I be if I let someone walk right into danger?â He joked, putting air quotes around âhero.â âBruce would be pissed at me if something happened to you because I left you alone in a dark alley.âÂ
âDark alley?â You chuckled, shaking your head. âWhere do you think I live? Iâm only a few streets down that way,â you gestured in the direction of your apartment with your head.Â
âWith the crime rate in this city, every street may as well be a dark alley,â he scoffed, his expression softening as he looked at you. âIt would just⊠bring me some peace of mind to know that youâre safe here.â His voice sounded casual, but his eyes showed he was practically pleading with you.Â
You gave him a soft smile and a nod. âWell, I wouldnât want to make you worry,â you teased lightly. âPlus I really donât feel like walking in this cold.â
âCool,â he nodded, finally letting you go. You tried not to pout instinctively as he walked away from you to start setting up his bed. âI can just sleep on the floor for tonight,â he added over his shoulder.
When he was done, you tentatively sat on his bed, looking up at him, trying to find the courage to say what you wanted to. You took a deep breath, looking up at him as he loomed over you. âI⊠it would make me feel better if you were next to me,â you admitted softly.Â
He froze for a moment before nodding slowly. âI⊠okay. Iâll just⊠be back in a second,â he mumbled, taking a few steps back as he grabbed something off his dresser and headed to the bathroom.Â
You curled up under the covers, your heart pounding in your chest. You were still wearing his hoodie, and you practically retreated into it.Â
You heard him come back, feeling the bed move when he sat at the edge. You looked up at him, now in his pajamas. Youâd never seen him look so casual. He looked⊠cozy.Â
He lay on his back next to you, keeping a bit of space between you. He took a deep breath, stretching his long legs out in front of him.Â
You turned on your side to look at him, your voice quiet and soft, thinking of an excuse to get closer. âI⊠Iâm still pretty coldâŠâ you mumbled, knowing it didnât sound convincing at all.Â
âThatâs a lie,â he rolled his eyes, but he smiled warmly at you, opening his arms silently.Â
You shuffled so you were laying in his arms, resting your head on his chest. You felt his arms close around you, feeling that warmth that was starting to become familiar to you.Â
âBetter?â He asked, ruffling your hair playfully.Â
You couldnât help but laugh. âBetter,â you affirmed, closing your eyes.Â
You slept better that night than any other night in your entire life.Â
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NEED to read zemo/bucky/reader and I feel like you would nail it!!!! maybe with 98?? LOVE YOU J.D!!!!!!!!
oh my god I haven't written a threesome in SO LONG and of course this turned into a whole oneshot UGH. oops
98: "what happens next in your fantasy?"
warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), threesome, oral m and f receiving, spitroast, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, degradation and praise, brief mention of smoking?, basically just nastiness with almost no plot at all!!
word count: 4.4k
100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!
"I shouldn't have said anything, okay?" you whined, hoping he'd drop the subject-- and Zemo walked in right then, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to change the topic.
"What shouldn't you have said?" Zemo pressed, and you sighed.
"It's-- it's nothing," you shook your head, "I just had a really weird dream last night."
"About?"
You wanted to end it there, but Bucky had to chime in, of course. "Let's just say, this dusty old apartment was getting to see some action for the first time in a few decades," he informed Zemo proudly, who smiled knowingly and continued his walk to the kitchen.
"Ah," Zemo nodded, "I see."
"I swear, I've never had a dream about you like that before," you explained to Bucky.
"I wouldn't take it too personally, James," Zemo suggested as he poured himself some tea. "The subconscious is a completely unpredictable place. We can dream about almost anything, whether or not we desire it in waking life."
"Well, see, that's the weird part," you admitted, shifting nervously in the chair as Bucky stared at you. "You were there, too."
That took his attention away from the tea, certainly; he set down the kettle and came back into the sitting area, leaving his cup behind. "Still, many people believe dreams have meaning... I happen to be one of those people," he added.
"You didn't mention that before," Bucky frowned at you.
"Well, I was going to..."
"I was there, doing what?" Zemo pressed.
"Sitting in the corner reading Machiavelli," you joked. "No, you were, you know... part of it..."
"How was it?" Zemo asked instantly, getting yours and Bucky's eyes on him then.
"Huh?"
"In the dream, having both of us," he clarified, "did you enjoy the experience?"
"U-um, I mean, I don't really remember..." you coughed.
"I don't think that's true," Zemo grinned. "You're wearing it on your face nowâ is that why you couldn't look at me this morning in the hallway?"
Your face got warmer. "Do I normally look at you?" you deflected.
"More than you realize," he answered cryptically.
"So, it was good," Bucky assumed. "It's obvious, you can just admit it."
You did hesitate, biting on one of your nails, but you nodded, and they both smiled. "Yeah, it was... it was really good..."
"Which one of us was better?" Bucky wondered. "It was me, right?"
"You were... I don't know, you were just different," you shrugged.
"Ugh, that's such a cop-out," Bucky rolled his eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt his feelings."
"No, reallyâ it's hard to compare," you insisted. "You were sort of, you know, sensitive and... patient, and youâ" you looked at Zemoâ "were kind of... intense."
Zemo smirked. "I've been told that before, actually. I mean, by people who got the real experience."
Bucky looked with a concerned expression over his shoulder at Zemo. You found yourself biting your lip for a moment.
"I know you won't answer this question, but I have to ask," Zemo began, "did you climax?"
"Oh god," you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.
"See? She did," Zemo smiled, maybe wider than you'd ever seen. "Perhaps even more than once."
"Please shut up," you groaned.
"Holy shit," Bucky smirked, "you really liked it, huh?
"What do you say, James?" Zemo prompted, looking at Bucky, and making you get a little wide-eyed. "Shouldn't we give the girl what she wants?
"Isn't that, uhâ I mean, wouldn't that be... weird?" Bucky stammered, cheeks flushing.
"You're so sheltered," Zemo mocked with a small laugh. "Sharing a partner is very thrilling when the correct amount of trust is involved."
"Wait, waitâ it was just a dream, I wasn't, you know, suggesting it," you explained nervously.
"I know," Zemo replied, "I am."
There was a tense pause, where all you could hear was your own beating heart.
âYou donât have to say anything,â Zemo offered, âI know itâs a strange thing to say. Just come here, darling.â
Though your legs were shaking, you got up off the chair and approached him slowly. He met you in the middle, reaching up to quickly caress your jaw when you were close enough. Bucky seemed to watch the whole thing in disbelief. âI-Iâve neverââ you began.
âItâs alright,â Zemo assured you softly, âI wonât judge you, or mock youâ thereâs nothing wrong with what you want.â
You nodded slightly, another form of silent permission, and he leaned in to kiss youâ gentle at first, but strong enough to make your knees feel a little weak. He deepened it quickly, putting a hand at your waist as his tongue began to tease your lips⊠but just when you pressed into him, ready for more, he pulled away. He smirked at the way you leaned forward for a moment, but then he looked over at Buckyâ you couldnât quite read his expression, perhaps a bit of disbelief and⊠more than a decent share of arousal.
He stood up, and stepped up to you two, and you could tell he was in over his headâ but you pulled him closer by his shirt, sighing as your hand felt his chest through the black fabric. âIâ Iâm not sure how toââ he mumbled.
âMe either,â you smiled, âjust kiss me, BuckyâŠâ
He did, though he seemed slightly less confident about it. What started as a shy and soft kiss turned into something more almost instantlyâ something hungry. He pulled you closer by your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth; it was clear, somehow, that he had been waiting for this chance for longer than you realized.
You gasped into Buckyâs kiss when you felt Zemoâs lips on your neck. There were four hands on you, running over your body, and you were struggling to keep track of which belonged to whoâŠ
Zemo pulled you off of Bucky and spun you around, kissing you roughly again. He was less careful this time, and he was reaching up under your shirt as well; you whimpered a bit, arching your back instinctively and pushing your ass into Buckyâsâ oh fuck, he was hard. You couldnât believe how worked up you were already.
Zemo groped at your chest, purring as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers. You whined and pressed your legs together, feeling him smile before he broke away to look at you with a sparkle in his eye.
âSo sensitive,â he praised as he pushed your shirt up to get a good look at you; he sighed at the sight, both hands cupping your breasts and massaging them carefully. âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ
When his hands moved down, Buckyâs took their place; you shivered a little at the metal handâs cool touch, but it was actually more of a relief than anything considering how hot youâd become. He was a little more aggressive with the way he touched your titsâ if not quite rough. He was panting in your ear as he held and rubbed them; and Zemo was already pulling your pajama shorts down, exposing you even further⊠god, why did it turn you on so much.
âLook at you,â Zemo praised with a sigh, running his hands up and down your body. âI know you must be so wet already, darling, look how desperate you are⊠youâve been wet since you woke up from that naughty dream, havenât you?â
You didnât have to answerâ he was already putting his hand between your legs, exploring your folds, both of you groaning at how slick and sticky you were. âFuck, I can hear it,â Bucky noticed, and you clenched inside as he said it.
Zemo gently pushed a finger into youâ but you were so wet it didnât even feel like a push, it felt like your hole just sucked him in. He was looking right into your eyes as he did it, but that was a little too much to handle for you, mentally, so you let your eyes fall shut just before he slipped the finger back out again.
"Feel inside her, James," Zemo encouraged, "she's so warm."
Bucky sighed, rubbing his fingers around your entrance. "I-I'm going to," he mumbled in your ear, "but... not 'cause he told me to or anything."
You whined when two vibranium fingers pushed inside you, making you lean back against Bucky while Zemoâs hands pushed your shirt up even higher, giving him better access to put his mouth on your tits. âF-fuck,â you sighed, putting a hand on the back of Zemoâs head as he swirled his tongue around your nippleâ he was incredibly, annoyingly good at that, but then again, so was Bucky with the way he gently opened you up with his fingers. âOh my god, just like that,â you panted.
âWho are you talking to?â Bucky wondered.
âBoth of you,â you whined, âfuck, donât stop.â
Zemo moved his mouth to your other nipple, suckling harder at it, making your hips rock on Buckyâs fingers; and Bucky growled approvingly, starting to thrust them a little more confidently inside you. âI canât believe you didnât soak through those shorts, doll,â Bucky whispered in your ear, âyouâre drenched. You wanted this that bad?â
You could only nod dreamily, too lost in the feeling.
Though you werenât sure how they coordinated it, they both stopped touching you at the same time; you whined quietly, clenching inside as you longed for either of their fingers to fill you again.
âTake the rest of it off,â Zemo instructed youâ but it wasnât too firm, more just a⊠friendly suggestion. âLet us see all of you.â
Stepping out of your shorts that had fallen to the floor and pulling your shirt up over your head, you tried to fight the urge to cover yourselfâ after all, here you were naked in Zemoâs living room, with two fully clothed men eyeing you up and down. It was hard not to feel⊠scrutinized.
"What happens next in your fantasy?" Zemo purred.
"I-it's not my fantasy, it was just a dream," you insisted.
"Then let me ask you another way: what happens now?"
Instead of answering with words, you simply sank down to your knees in front of them, keeping eye contact with Zemo as you started to open his belt.
The smug look on his face shouldâve driven you crazy, but it only pushed you further; Bucky, thankfully, seemed to get the idea of what was going on and began to open his belt and jeans for you. You loved his eagerness, even if the way Zemo seemed content to just let you do all the work was a turn-on, too.
Soon enough, there were two hard cocks in front of you. Just the idea of that was already intimidatingâ but both of them, at eye-level, was actually nearly overwhelming. You took hold of them both, stroking slowly to try to wrap your head around this as easily as you could wrap your hands around them.
Not sure where to start, you did a mental coin toss and found yourself leaning towards Zemo first, wrapping your mouth around his tip and letting your eyes fall shut. Zemo hummed, pushing your hair back as you bobbed your head. You only sucked him for a few seconds before switching over to Bucky, though you tried to keep a hand stroking each one while you moved back and forth.
It felt filthy and strange and surreal, but your biggest concern was that you were going to get so wet youâd start dripping onto the floor or something.
Yes, youâd watched porn like this before, but you never really thought youâd end up doing itâ especially with these two. You felt pretty comfortable assuming they never thought this would happen, either⊠but they got into it shockingly quickly: soon, you werenât even the one deciding where you went, they simply got more and more impatient and began to guide you back and forth. You blinked your eyes open a few times to look up at them, but in the end you found yourself totally lost in it, just leaving your mouth open them and letting them take turns fucking it until you werenât sure who was who anymore.
Not much was said (least of all by you, with your mouth full) aside from a few mumbled curses here and thereâ except for one moment, where Zemo seemed to mutter to Bucky: âI donât think she expected to like this so much.â
Well, he wasnât wrong. You were drooling, with tears striping your faceâ a side effect from repeatedly choking on both of themâ and you were nearly desperate enough to rub yourself
Though you werenât sure how or when Zemo had gotten in your head like this, you had to admit it was convenient right now; âYou want more, donât you?â he noticed, and all you had to do was nod before they pulled you up to your feet. Zemo bent you over quickly, before youâd even really found your balance, and stood behind you.
You gasped as Zemoâs cock slid inside you suddenly, holding on tight to Buckyâs arms for balanceâ immediately you were rocked forward with hard, needy thrusts. Â
âGod, sheâs so fucking wet,â Zemo hissed. You hadnât really heard him talk quite like that beforeâŠ
You groaned at the feeling, amazed at how easily he fit inside, but clearly all the anticipation had prepared you well. Bucky only let you have a second to adjust before he shoved your head back down and pushed his cock into your waiting mouth. You were happy to oblige, though, and sucked him even more eagerly than before with fast bobs of your head and more pressure from your tongue.
Buckyâs fingers tangled into your hair, and his hips pushed forward to fuck deeper into your throat; you heard him groan, but it was muffled as he bit his lip. You gagged, and they both moaned lowly. âI can feel when you choke on him,â Zemo informed you with a grunt, âyour little cunt squeezes me tighter.â
It must have been Zemoâs hand that slid up your spine and held onto your shoulderâ it must have been Bucky that reached down to feel your titsâ but if was your hand that ended up between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly simply because you couldnât hold yourself back anymore.
âSo desperate,â Zemo mockedâ or praised, maybe? The difference was hard to define. âYou want to come?â
You hummed in agreement around Buckyâs cock, before he forced you to choke on it again. You never expected him to be so aggressive, nor how much it would make you crave even more.
âIf you want a turn with her, James, youâd better take it now,â Zemo offered, voice thin as he tried to catch his breath. âAny more of that and I wonât be able to stop myself again.â
Bucky roughly pulled you off of Zemo and sat back on the couch, turning you around to face away from him and pulling you into his own lap; that doll nickname felt a bit more literal when he tossed you around so easily.
You gasped as Bucky slid inside, and moaned as you realized you could so easily feel the difference between them. âFuck!â you cried out loudly, louder than you really meant to, as Bucky instantly began bouncing you on top of him; you were trying to move with him, but he was so much stronger and basically just using you however he wanted⊠it made you moan even more and roll your eyes back in your head as you realized that. âFuck, Bucky, oh my godââ
âSee how much louder she screams for me?â Bucky grinned.
âThatâs because her mouth isnât full this time,â Zemo countered with a laugh. âThat can be corrected.â
Bucky was certainly much more⊠impatient in the way he fucked you; Zemo, meanwhile, was as controlled as ever as he guided you to lean forward, gently opened your mouth, and slid just his leaking head inside. He purred as you suckled at the tip, looking up at him with watering eyes.
âCan you taste yourself?â Zemo asked you with a smile, humming when you nodded around him. âYou really soaked me, darlingâ I expect you to be a good girl and clean all that off.â
You moaned at the praise and took him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to lick up every drop of your own wetness off of him. You surprised even yourself with how shameless you were, pulling your mouth off to run your tongue over him instead, moaning as you licked him clean.
Bucky fucked up faster into you until you could barely focus on the task before you, but you still found a way: you kept Zemoâs cock in your mouth and let him hold your head, keeping you steady while Bucky moaned louder and thrusted harder.
You moaned more and more around Zemo until he pulled you away and you gasped instantly. âTell me how it feels,â he demanded harshly, holding your head up by your hair.
âSo good,â you yelped, âitâs so fucking good!â
He surprised you with a slap across the face, but you moaned right away. âFucking whore,â he spat. âLook how badly you need to be treated. You want to come, donât you?â
âYes,â you sobbed, âyes, fuck, pleaseââ
âWell, James,â Zemo hissed, âarenât you going to help her?â
Bucky sighed and moved one of the hands on your hips down between your legs, rubbing you quickly and harshly. Your thighs were shaking instantly; actually, pretty much all of you was shaking.
âSheâs coming, James, donât stop,â Zemo barked out another order, holding you tight by the jaw and looking right into your eyes. âI want you to come until you canât possibly take it anymore,â he explained with a growl, âdonât tell me to make him stop until then, is that clear? Show us how much you can take, nothing less.â
You nodded as best you could with him holding onto your face, and tried to lean in to put your mouth on his cock again, but he held you there.
âNo,â he corrected, âIâd rather get a good look at this.â
Buckyâs hand on your clit was relentless, the pressure almost too intense for you to takeâ but you had to take it, you had no other choice. It started off almost slowly, a gradual descent into the numbing pleasure of your orgasm, but it didnât stop; Zemo already made it clear he wasnât going to let it stop until you were at your limit. Your moans were shaky and broken from how hard Bucky was fucking you, and your eyes were rolling back already but you couldâve sworn you heard Zemo chuckle at the sight of you. Did you really look that fucked up?
âGood girl,â he purred, âkeep going. You can take more.â
You whined louder, higher, sharper; you werenât sure how much more you really could take of this, but you wanted to do as youâd been told and not tap out until the absolute last second.
You knew you were crying, only because you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks. You heard Zemo encouraging you distantly, but you couldnât quite make out any words, just the dark and sweet tone of his voice. You heard Bucky, too, groaning deeply while you felt his fingers digging tighter into your hips. Could he feel everything he was putting your body through?
âFuck, stop!â you heard yourself blurt out, and instantly Buckyâs hand moved awayâ but his thrusts didnât slow down. It was just the right amount of relief, and you blinked the blurriness out of your vision. It was almost like part of it didnât even really hit you until then, until the aftershocks reverberated through your body.
âThatâs it,â Zemo praised, âyouâre alright, weâve got you.â
âOh god, o-oh god,â you sobbed, shaking uncontrollablyâ they were both holding you up, you wouldâve toppled to the floor if it werenât for them
âFuck, mâgonna come,â Bucky groaned.
âInside,â you gasped, even with how little mental clarity you had in that moment. âI want it inside.â
âFuck,â he said again. âThatâs soâ god, baby, look what you fuckinâ do to me⊠Iâm gonna come inside you.â
âYes,â you begged with a sob, Zemo grinning as he watched you. Â
Still numb and clenching uncontrollably inside, you felt the way he pumped harder and harder and harderâ until it slowed down and he let out the most delicious, long groan. You whined, but smiled, as he loosened his grip on your hips and relaxed under you, his moans and heavy breaths seeming to drip with satisfaction. âFuck,â he said, one more time, deeper than ever, before falling back on the couch limply.
Zemo lifted you off of Buckyâ apparently a little sooner than he was ready for, because you heard him hiss as he slipped out of youâ and guided you with him onto the couch, pulling your back into his chest. He knelt behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as watched you try to come back to reality.
âI should let you rest for a moment,â he noticed, âbut you donât want me to, do you?â
Weakly, you shook your head.
He moved in closer to you and you felt his cock, still wet with your spit, rub against the inside of your thighâ and even after all that, you arched your back deeper in invitation.
It made you blush when Zemo slid into you again, thinking about him filling you alongside Buckyâs load, especially with the way he groaned lowly into your ear. âYou want me to fuck his come even deeper into you?â he taunted, and you whined but nodded. âI thought so.â
Everything felt so⊠sticky, in a disgusting but sexy sort of way; you were overly-sensitive inside, each thrust feeling so good with the fading sensitivity of your orgasm still present. You leaned back against Zemo with a sigh, letting him hold you close and fuck you however he wanted, more than happy to just be his toy now.
âLook how cute you are when you give in to me. You want me to use you, donât you?â he noticed with a groan, and you whimpered but nodded âyes.â âOf course,â he growled, kissing along your neck with more and more of his teeth each time. âYou want me to fuck you however I want?â
âYes,â you sobbed.
âBut this isnât about what I want,â he explained. âThis is what you wanted.â
âOh godâŠâ
âYou wanted us both to fuck you, at the same time. One cock isnât enough to satisfy you?âÂ
âNot anymore,â you admitted with a sigh, and he started to thrust faster and harder into you.
It turned very quickly from slow and sensual to rough and ruthless; he wrapped a hand around your neck to keep you close as you moaned and cried, anxious already to come again. âTouch yourself,â he ordered with a hiss in your ear, âmake yourself come around my cock.â
âF-fuck,â you choked out, but slid a hand over your body and between your legs to obey him quickly. You were already so fucking close, and you knew you shouldnât go so hard on yourself when you were so sensitive, but your desperation made you really rub hard and fast in search of that growing tension. âYes, fuck, mâgonnaâ oh godââ
âI know, darling,â he cooed, âjust let go. Itâs alright, Iâll hold youâ come for me.â
You didnât literally black out, but you did sort of⊠lose time, in that moment. It was like you were just floating in pleasure for a while and then all of a sudden you were laying back on the couch and you werenât even sure where Bucky had gone and Zemo was proudly holding your legs open.
âYou look so beautiful like this,â he informed you, and you blinked back at him shyly.
You expected the warm, sticky feeling as their come leaked out of you⊠what you didnât expect to feel was Zemoâs mouth on your pussy, eagerly lapping it up and sucking on your clit as your eyes shot open and you gasped and moaned with surprise.
âDude,â Bucky grimaced, âthatâs fucked upâŠâ
Zemo just hummed and took his mouth off of you, giving Bucky a confused look. âShe tastes amazing,â Zemo defended, âmaybe even better after our⊠contribution.â
You laughed a little at the description, until he leaned down and latched onto you again, making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair. âFuck,â you whined, bucking your hips against his face. Your clit was already overstimulated, and the way that he flicked it with his tongue made you shiver all over. Â
Your hold on his hair made it a little easier to push him away when he sucked too hard on your sore clit; he was more than strong enough to keep going, but he stopped anyways and let you push him back with a smug, slickened smile. âYou really should try it, James,â he encouraged, âyouâll only want more once you do.â
Sighing in relent, Bucky knelt down in front of the couchâ yes, at some point heâd gotten off of it, and you were too high on orgasm dopamine to notice itâ and Zemo helped you adjust your hips towards him so he could just dive right in.
He gave one long lick over you first, making you shudder, and seemed to get more excited and aggressive quickly as he held onto your thighs and started to push his tongue inside you. âOh god,â you whimpered, and Zemo watched proudly for a moment before turning his head to kiss up your leg.
âPoor thing,â he cooed between gentle presses of his lips to your skin, âyou probably thought we were done with you, didnât you?â
~
You were on the couch nursing a cup of tea, your feet resting in Buckyâs lap on top of the pants heâd changed into after his shower; Zemo was on the balcony having a cigarette. That was the scene Sam came back to, and he seemed to notice something was off just by the way he raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room. âHey guys,â he greeted. âWhat did I miss?â
âNot much,â Bucky shrugged, âjust a pretty quiet morningâŠâ
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Immune To Your Charms
DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.
WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so it features mentions of killing/ description of injury/ general violence. Some minor fluff and minor suggestiveness(maybe?) Soulmate! AU, Enemies to Lovers
CHARACTERS: Doflamingo
WORDS: 3,922
A/N: Part of the Good For Your Soul Series. I'd gotten sick there for a couple weeks so here's a longer chapter to make up for it all. Things are happening now even just a little but hopefully you all like how it's going.
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five (here) | Chapter Six |Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine(coming soon)
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Doflamingo felt a rush of triumph flood his body as he grinned widely at the sight of you falling to the ground under the impact of his hand striking you sharply across the face. He relished the yelp of pain and the thud as you slumped against the wall. Even better was the sight of your cheek already bruising from his strike and the trickle of blood slowly dripping from your trembling lips. Your defiant gaze and furious glare remained in place, only heightened now by the shine of unshed tears. With a building chuckle Doflamingo raised his hand with exaggerated slowness and arched his fingers, summoning his strings to attach themselves to your wrists, wrapping so tightly that faint red lines appears against your previously unmarked skin and dragged you against your will until you stood. Adding insult to injury, you were pulled higher until you were dangling in the air and eye-level with him. Another flick and twitch of his fingers and new strings began to slide around your throat, getting tighter and tighter and-
The sound of footsteps against the polished floors outside his office made Doflamingo snap out of his daydream and he glared heavily at the disruption. Whoever that was was going to pay severely for their inability to walk quietly. Slamming his hand on the desk he rose sharply and stormed towards the door, throwing it open and freezing to see you walk by at the right moment. You stopped and tilted your head at him, turning to face him properly as you slowly analysed his tense body and abrupt appearance. Condescendingly you pouted at him. âAww whatâs wrong? Were you hoping I was a defenceless servant to attack?â You asked, the mock concern in your voice thick and smug. âReally my heartâs breaking for your troubles.â
âYeah, you really look it.â Doflamingo grinned, lowering his arm from its coiled position that had been ready to attack. âAnd what have you planned for today? Besides strutting about my palace?â
âOh well I do have a large block of strutting scheduled for today, canât be avoided.â You explained in false severity. âIn between I have a packed diary of meetings and galas. You know how it is.â Doflamingo chuckled at your casual sarcasm. Youâd been here for a week already and he still found it a strange mix of aggravating and refreshing to be spoken to the way you did. Even those in his family restrained their tongue in some capacity with him or they regarded him with a small flicker of fear combined with their undying adoration for him. Not you though, you held no fear for him. He watched as you slowly craned your head to look beyond him and into the office, in search of something or someone only to see it was empty. âWell what got you so homicidal this time?â
âYou.â Doflamingo answered smoothly. He didnât feel any need to hold back, instead he waited until you straightened and met his gaze once more before going into further detail. âYour footsteps interrupted the enjoyable daydream I was having about being able to hurt you.â
âAww had I known I would have interrupted you sooner.â You grinned, not at all surprised. âWas I crying? Begging?â
âNo, you were too busy being strangled by my strings to make a noise.â You eyed Doflamingo as he took a step closer towards you, his fingers reaching out to lightly move across your throat, the image of the thin deep red lines digging into your soft skin still fresh in his mind.Â
âFun.â You chimed in, lightly swatting his hand away with ease. âIn my daydreams your drowning very slowly.â Doflamingoâs grinned widened significantly at your own confession. How strange to think that other soulmates in their existences must have had sweeter or more intimate daydreams about the other half of their pair, not the ways theyâd harm the other like you and he did.Â
Behind his red tinted glasses he watched you walk away from him, only turning to step into his office again when youâd disappeared around the corner. As he did so he paused to see Violet a few feet away, watching him intently. He knew that look and rolled his eyes, silently signalling for her to enter his office and even left his door open while he moved lazily to his desk. Doflamingo waited for the sound of Violet closing the door behind her before he looked up to see her approach. âWhatâs troubling you?â
âItâs not going to work out the way youâre hoping it is.â
âWhat isnât?â He asked, leaning back in his seat and propping up one of his feet onto his knee. âI have a lot of things going on. Youâre going to have to be specific.â
âYou wonât be able to harm them. Ever.â Violet statement was firm and it made him cock his head slightly to the side, grin dropping just a fraction. âNothing youâve tried has worked so far and nothing you try in the future will work. Soulmates canât harm one another regardless of their feelings for each other.â
âThereâs a first for everything Violet and you know better than anyone that I always succeed once I set my mind to it.â
âThen perhaps this is the first time that you fail?â She suggested, her eyes steeling slightly as the true nature of the former Princess began to draw itself out from under her pretence of being his loyal officer. âI peered at your souls just now as you conversed. The connection has deepened since that first day you learned the truth. In spite of the cruel words and murder attempts the longer you two are in proximity the stronger that bond is getting.â
âWhy are you telling me that, Violet?â
âJust letting you know what to expect so that down the line you can remember that I told you so. You should do the right thing for once and distance yourself from them now. Let them go and have some semblance of a life instead of being stuck here because you refuse to accept they are the one person you canât kill.â
âThey arenât going anywhere Violet.â Doflamingo all but growled, his expression darkening.Â
âGetting possessive?â Violet asked unable to hide the small smile twitching at her lips as she turned and headed for the door. âFine. Just remember I warned you.â
âââ-
Doflamingo had intended to not let Violetâs words strike a nerve but it did. Heâd declared from day one that you werenât going anywhere because he refused to let you be at risk of meeting your end by any other means than his hands. Her assessment that the the longer you two were in each otherâs direct presence ensured the bond as soulmates would strengthen also annoyed him. Would new âside effectsâ occur over time too? Would he be incapable of saying an insult in case it technically counted as hurting your feelings? Angrily he ran his hand through his hair and glared out the window, watching the lights of the streets and houses in the city below break up some of the nightâs darkness. Doflamingo scowled at the complication of it all and his mind began to drift back to his intention to draw out stronger emotions from you, to at least make you break in some capacity. If even that possibility was at risk of being taken from him, he became resolved to do that now.
Turning sharply he left his bedroom and made his way down to the corridor your living quarters were at. Grinning, he pulled out his gun and unloaded the full chamber into the ceiling, the gunshots echoing loudly just outside your door. He chuckled at the sound of movement from inside your door. The door to the bedroom opened and you appeared, your face scrunched in sleepy confusion. A long yawn built in your chest as you looked around only to groan at the sight of Doflamingo grinning at you. âGuns again?â You asked with another yawn, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes to focus on him properly. Slowly you looked at your door to see there werenât even any bullet holes. âWhere did you aim?â You followed Doflamingoâs finger as he pointed up and now you were really confused. âWhat are you planning?â
âI decided you donât need to sleep.â He explained with a shrug.
âYouâre trying to see if you can kill me through sleep deprivation?â You asked groggily, leaning against your doorframe. Honestly Doflamingo hadnât considered that, he was just set on seeing if he could torment you. Still he said nothing, now liking this possible solution to the problem. âA little unconventional but I guess it could work? But you know Iâm not going to go along with that willingly? I like my sleep too much. So how do you plan on ensuring I donât sleep without putting your own at risk of your own rest?â
âOh I have my ways.â
âWithout using servants or your fan club?â
âFamilyâ
âFanclub.â You repeated with a sleepy grin. âBecause if they have a hand in keeping me awake then isnât that the same as my idea of just getting someone to kill me on your behalf?â
âLike I said, Iâll find a way.â Doflamingo chuckled before turning and walking away, now having to start planning. The sound of gunfire tore through the air once more and Doflamingo stopped and looked at the floor. The bullets meant for him lying at his feet. Slowly he turned to see you pointing your own pistol at him. âNow where did you get that?â
âI have my ways too.â You answered before going back into your room. Doflamingo laughed and continued down the corridor. Heâd let you have tonight to actually rest.
âââ-
For the next three days Doflamingo was true to his word and found a way to be responsible for keeping you awake. During the day when you had left your room heâd infiltrated a countless amount of alarm clocks into your quarters all set at specific times so you would woken and have no choice but to get out of bed to find the right one and turn it off. Then when he realised you were starting to find places to sneak off to and nap during the day he intervened by finding you and waking you. This time he found you in one of the libraries, curled up on one of the sofas and sleeping. With a curious tilt of his head he hummed to himself and grabbed the nearest vase of flowers, dumping the flowers and cold water onto your face. While he couldnât drown you, the shock of the water hitting your face was enough to startle you awake.Â
âYouâre an asshole, you know that right?â You asked, voice thick with exhaustion and holding none of its usual edge that heâd been used to. With a groan you pulled yourself up to a sitting position and brush the flowers off of your soaked body. Doflamingo observed you silently, unable to stop himself from noting the way your clothes now clung just a little tighter against your skin. âIâm awake you can go now. Go do your criminal King duties.â
âWould love to but Iâm just passing time while waiting on a call.â He explained. âRemember your little island youâd been stationed on? Weâre going to finalise the deal.â
âRight. Weapons and foot soldiers in exchange for profit and resources.â You nodded slumping back and rubbing your stiff neck.Â
âExactly. I think Iâm going to be kind and send them extra men to ensure every Marine is wiped off that island for good measure.â Doflamingo mused and grinned widely when you paused. There was the flicker in your eyes again. Only this time because of your lack of sleep you werenât able to hide your emotions as clearly. You knew something about the island.
âThis group doesnât know youâre the one theyâre working with do they?â You asked, a smile fighting to pull at your lips. âYouâre using an alias?â
âStill an alias theyâre familiar with.â
âWhen your pirate friend calls, ask them if the Midnight Lake is as nice as it sounds.â
âAnd why would I do that?â Doflamingo asked while you got to your feet and tiredly stretched out your limbs. âWhat is it you know?â
âAsk him. Donât ask him. Quite honestly I donât care.â You shrugged, taking a step passed Doflamingoâs larger frame only to be grabbed sharply and in seconds you were pinned on the closest surface which was a desk, staring at him as he bore down, his face dangerously close. Tiredly your mind began to catch up with your position on the desk surface, your hands were captured in his larger ones, on either side of your head. His grip was like a vice, you could only really tell from the way the veins rose agains this skin but as always you felt no harm in the hold. You glanced away from his hand and returned your delayed attention back to his face. âWhat now?â
âI asked you what it is you know about the island.â Doflamingo repeated, his grin gone and his tone deeper and calmer which should have made him seem more sinister but still your body felt no fear. You had no need to be. You also had no need to give him an answer, at least not the one he wanted.
âAsk your friend first and then Iâll tell you.â
âTell me now.â
âGod this must frustrate you so much.â You laughed up at him. âIâm not your servant or part of your King Doffy fan club. Iâm not going to just do something because you tell me to.â You lifted your foot and set it squarely against his chest, pushing him back so you could sit up. Just at that moment the library door burst open and you both looked to see one of the pirates under Doflamingoâs command freeze immediately at the sight.Â
Blankly you blinked at the flustered subordinate as their mouth rapidly opened and shut as they tried to work out if they should apologise, say what they came in to say, kneel down and accept his punishment or just leave. You resumed sitting up and pulled out of Doflamingoâs hold while he straightened. Now back on your feet and walking you felt a fresh wave of exhaustion crash over your body. Your vision blurred briefly and your body staggered in the middle of your step but you managed to recover in time to avoid falling over. Knowing Doflamingo would be busy with his criminal call meant you could quickly change into dry clothes and sleep without interruption.Â
âââ-
âJoker to hear youâre going to send more weapons than originally discussed is such a relief. Truly youâre a godsend. You-â Doflamingo began to zone out of fully listening to the adoring voice at the end of the phone, the overly appreciative words beginning to rub him the wrong way. He was too busy thinking about your suggestion to mention this âmidnight lakeâ and how it was clear you knew something. Even asking if this pirate knew who he was truly dealing with brought more irritation. He wouldnât treat a betrayal kindly. âJoker?â Doflamingo blinked, his eyes on the map as he sharpened his mind once more.Â
âYes?â
âSorry, youâre a busy man so I hope Iâm not cutting into your valuable time.â
âNo, no. I should apologise. I was distracted.â Doflamingo began, sitting back in his seat as he quickly thought of how to subtly bring up the subject without causing suspicion. âMy new lover spotted the map you sent. They thought Midnight Lake sounded romantic, itâs made me curious.â
âMidnight Lake?â The voice on the end of the den den mushi repeated, their tone holding some degree of tension. So there was something. âOh well you can tell them itâs a sight to behold. One of the gems of the island.â
âGood to knowâŠâ Doflamingo mused, fingers lightly drumming on his desk. Quickly he summoned a string to slam his office door open, the loud impact echoing through to the man at the other end of the call. âSomething urgentâs come up. Youâll have to call me back, give me half an hour.â Without waiting for the only acceptable answer to sound, Doflamingo ended the call and left his office, heading straight to your room. Approaching your door he caught sight of the mountain of broken alarm clocks set outside. He chuckled, not entirely surprised to find youâd managed to find them all. The level of destruction youâd caused on them was a surprise though. Not able to stay and appreciate it fully, he entered your room and approached your bed where you lay, completely unconscious and breathing deeply.Â
âWake up.â He ordered, eye twitching when you didnât even twitch. Doflamingo drew closer and called out your name, watching your finger twitch but still you remained sleeping. Clicking his tongue he climbed onto the bed and for the second time today he found himself poised over your relaxed form.Â
At the added weight onto the mattress you finally stirred. Blearily your eyes cracked open and your heavy head lifted off of the pillows just enough to make out who was in front of you. When you saw it was Doflamingo you made a nonsensical grumble and flopped back down already asleep. You were only partly aware of his hands finding your shoulders but then let out a growl of frustration when you were shaken. âWhaaaat?â You drew out the word as you managed to summon the faintest resource of energy to waken and glare at the man who was unfortunately your soulmate and greatest annoyance in life. âWhat now?â
âMidnight Lake.â Doflamingo stated. âTell me what it is and what you know.â
âWhatâs in it for me?â You asked with a yawn, sitting up and gathering the pillows behind you to at least prop you up since clearly you werenât going back to sleep yet.Â
âIâll never interfere with your sleep again.â Doflamingo propositioned, catching your attention.
âDeal.â You agreed and gestured for him to start talking. âWhat did he say about it first?â
âHe said it was a sight to behold, certainly one of the islandâs gems.â He stated and waited for your response. What he hadnât been expecting was for your burst of laughter. This was unlike any laugh heâd heard from you. This was not the hysterical laugh youâd made when you learned you were soulmates or the cold, scathing, mocking laughs you threw his way at times. This was genuine warmth and amusement. Finally you let your joy settle and you grinned at him.
âOh youâre going to love this.â You began. âWell maybe notâŠShow me the map.â
âItâs in my office.â
âSo go get it.â You instructed with a roll of your eyes. Doflamingo glared. It was bad enough you once again getting the upper hand but he wasnât going to see to your whims.Â
Swiftly he hooked his arm around your waist and lifted you out of the bed, carrying you down the corridor while you were too tired to really protest being dragged out of bed once again. If Doflamingo was to keep his word then this would be the last time he could do so. Plus you didnât want to admit but being held against his chest and feeling the warmth of his body was oddly comfortable but you just reasoned it was because you were so sleep deprived. Before you knew it you were in Doflamingoâs office and sat at his desk, perched on his lap as he pulled the map you asked for into view. Yawning you rubbed your eyes and grabbed a pencil to begin indicating the areas for Doflamingo to pay attention to.Â
âOkay firstly youâve been given an old map.â You explained and Doflamingoâs jaw clenched. âIâd guess at least a yearâs difference. Normally that wouldnât be an issue but given all thatâs happened here your little pirate friend is withholding information on purpose.â
âWhat happened?â
âWell for one thereâs no more civilians living there.â You began, your pencil scoring out the names of the towns from the map. âThe biggest mine is completely depleted of resources.â Your pencil slowly drew the border of the land that the mine had once occupied. âAnd sadly for you, thereâs no Marine on that island. We left when all civilians had been evacuated and knew there was nothing left of value there.â
âItâs abandoned?â Doflamingo asked with a low snarl as the reality of the deception that was being attempted on him.Â
âNot abandoned. Last I heard the Revolutionary Army occupied it to act as a small base of operations or something.â You shrugged, your stinging eyes getting heavier. Doflamingoâs anger was building, the Revolutionary Army hadnât even been mentioned during the talks. âMy guess is your friend is looking to just take your weapons and sell them on after killing your men and making it seem like they died âtaking over the islandâ and fighting the Revolutionaries. They were never intending on setting foot on that island. Plus you canât give a share of resources if there are none to give. Someone tried to get the better of you.â
âSo what was Midnight Lake?â Doflamingo asked, his teeth grinding together while you let out another sleepy laugh.
âMidnight Lake was man-made.â You explained managing to lift the pencil to indicate to its name on the map just beside where the mine was. âIt was the waste water from the refinery and smelt atrocious. Certainly not a gem.â With another long heavy yawn you sat back, your eyes falling closed. Doflamingo looked down at the feeling of your body settling against his chest, asleep once again. His fingers twitched at the sight, part of him toyed with the idea of just setting you down on the sofa or taking you back to your room but stopped himself. After all heâd promised he wouldnât interfere with your sleep ever again and this was just him keeping his word. Â
Suddenly the den den mushi began to ring and you slightly stirred, causing Doflamingoâs hand to settle against your head while the other lifted the receiver to answer before you could wake. Immediately you settled and a small sigh broke from your lips. âJoker? Is now a good time?â
âYes, everything is fine. The previous situation was dealt with but Iâll have to keep this brief.â Doflamingo began, managing to contain his rage against this disgusting weasel who thought they could ever succeed in getting the better of him and steal from him. âGiven the amount of weapons and manpower Iâll be now giving you, youâll have to come to me to collect it. The last thing I want is for my precious cargo to be at risk without ample protection and your ships will be more than enough.â
âO-oh well if you think thatâd be best, Joker then who am I to argue?â
âIndeed..â Doflamingo grinned. âGive me your location and Iâll send my closest representative to escort you to the island Iâm staying at. I promise you and your men will be given the best welcome.â
âJoker, your kindness is truly great. Thereâs no need for pirates as lowly as us.â
âNonsense, you all deserve it.â Doflamingo chuckled. âWeâll see you soon.âÂ
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Kinktober 30/10/2024 Daniel Ricciardo- Temperature Play
Plot: Hot and Cold you and Daniel want to try it all
Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, fingering, eating out, wax play, use of ice, 18+ Minors DNI
âDaniel, I want to try something that I saw on TikTokâ you tell him and he almost rolls his eyes as he pushes the dogs away.
You were always getting things from TikTok, little pranks to play on him and silly little videos youâd send him asking what unique weather you were or asking him to make a spread of what vibes he thought you have based off colour, fruit, character, season and animal.
This time however it was something NSFW that popped up. It was a girl talking about the best places sheâd ever âdone the dirtyâ as she so kindly put it.
Sheâd done it on a beach (you had too, Mallorca 2018)
Sheâd done it in a car (you had too, in Daniels fancy Aston Martin.
Sheâd done it in loads of relatable places and you were intrigued by her whole profile so you started to go through her whole TikTok, finding all these NSFW posts.
One you saw that took you by interest was a your star sigh your kink.
You were scrolling through and saw Cancer (Daniels Sign) was a kink for Somnophilia which was very true you and Daniel had in fact slept with one another whilst the other was asleep.
Of course all done consensually and discussed if it was something you were up for and you were both more than happy to wake up to the other one doing something erotic to you.
So when you swiped and saw temperature play as the one for your star sign you could only get curious. And in typical you fashion you did loads of research into what temperature play actually consisted off.
The more you thought about it the horny you got for the idea, the thoughts of Daniel using icecubes and running them over your nipple or teasing your clit with it. Or melting hot wax over your stomach just to get a little sizzle on your skin.
âOkay yes fine ⊠show meâ he says with a little laugh as you hand him the phone. He gasps seeing the title and his eyes widen as he turns back to look at you to make sure you showed him the correct thing.
âAre you sure were on TikTok right now and not pornhub?â He jokes and you lightly slap his shoulder.
âConcentrate and watch pleaseâ you ask and he scrolls commenting of course on each driver that he knew the start sign of and whether he could see them doing it until Cancer came up.
âOh thatâs me! And we do that! Thatâs crazy!â He laughs before swiping to the Scorpio.
âDaddy Kink, nah Lando donât have it in himâ Daniel laughs before his next swipe is Leo.
âTemperature playâŠ. Weâve never done this before babyâ he cocks his head to the side in confusion.
âExactly but itâs something I want to doâ you point out to the ice cube and flame that were in the background of the text while Tate McRae Greedy played in the background.
âSo you want to try something new⊠in the bedroom because some random on TikTok said youâd enjoy it because if your star sign?â He asks and you nod looking at him as if it was the most normal suggestion youâve ever come up with.
âYes, and Iâm dead serious about thisâ you say.
âAlright then letâs goâ he says picking you up making you squeal at the sudden movement from him. He carries you up to the bedroom laying you on the bed before disappearing on you again. He starts setting up the room quickly.
He lays a towel on the bed first.
âGet on that, the ice will melt fast on skin as hot as yoursâ he smirks knowing how flushed your skin goes in intimate moments.
You move onto the towel, taking off your t-shirt as Daniel lights a candle setting it on the edge of the bed, watching the wax start to slowly melt.
âWasnât prepared so we will use the ice and perk up those nipples hmmmmâ he says starting to tear at your clothes.
âOh fuck Dannyâ you cry as he pushes his fingers inside you. He takes the ice cube putting it in between his teeth and running it along your collarbone and down to your nipples. He didnât complain once about the coldness against his teeth.
âYouâve done this before havenât you?â You ask with a breathy moan. And he just chuckles dripping the ice cube out of his mouth so it pools down in the dip in your stomach.
âMmmmmâ you moan.
âSuch a pretty baby, you want another piece something a little lower? Or I think the candles warm enough now. You want some heat now?â He asks you and all you can do it nod. He grabs the melted candle carefully blowing it out to make sure he wasnât being dangerous with a flame around sheets.
He slowly pours some wax on you and of course itâs in the shape of a number three. You gasp as you feel the stringing sensation but with his fingers inside of you itâs enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
âSo people know your mine. Because you are right? Youâre my good girlâ he breathes as he speeds up as waits for the wax to completely dry before he goes to peel it off, where a red mark, not enough to be a burn but irritation of the skin shows a 3.
âLook at thatâ he smiles before scissoring his fingers deeper, your head thrown back into the brown pillow behind you.
âOh my, fucking hellâ you moan as you feel the tense coil in your stomach release making you breathe out a load of relief.
âSo so so goodâ you moan and donât even get a second to think before heâs shoving an ice cube in his mouth, before heâs in between your legs using the ice cube to stimulate your clit.
âF-fuck too muchâ you moan rocking your hips against his face making him moan into you and almost loose the cube.
âFuck that feels so good, oh my godâ you cry out. The mix of the overstim from your first orgasm and the cold sensation youâd never felt like that on your clit you were squiring all over your boyfriends face. Making him groan further.
âLetâs have a little break. Play with these beauties some moreâ he says taking the candle wax that isnât as hot as it was before and it already hardening as he pours it into your nipples making you hips thrust up on there own.
âMmmm could get moulds off these babyâ he moans as he watched the wax encase your nipples.
âHow did you enjoy that darling?â He asks with a smile. And all you can do is nod, pretty fucked out but you knew there was more to come.
âIn a pinch I think I did a pretty good job but weâll prepare next time we do this Yes?â He asks with a soft smile as he removes the ice and candle to the side so he doesnât wet the towel even more.
âWeâre definitely doing that againâ you smile.
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What the Lost Boys think of vampire related media pt.2
After your last vamp media talk you had more questions you absolutely needed the answers to. Some of those answers came more naturally than you thought.
What we do in the Shadows:
-This is their absolute favorite show. It's just something they can all sit down to watch and get a nice laugh.
-David was actually the one that suggested it to the group
-He thinks it's about as close to what being a really vampire is like.
-You brought up your last conversation about why no vampire media could be so close to the real thing and he quickly responded with âVampires are made up to be these gross demon creatures with no self control, when in fact most vampires were just normal humans going about their life.â
-He knew that no one in this show actually knows any vampires because of inconsistencies, but it's as close to it as they can all get without having to kill anyone for it.
-âAre you off your tits, boy?â âHe is.â
-Paul quotes the show all the damn time (And so do the others but he is the main culprit.)
-you actually can't get him to stop
-âI became a vampire to suck blood and to fuck forever.â
-âNo fuck off. Can't be side tracked with cheap sex potions.â
-Need an answer to any questions? Paul will respond with âCoprophilia.â
-Marko is giggling at Paul's quotes and answers with his own
-âPizza pieâ :D
-âHe's my sweet cheese!â
-âShe speaks the bullshit.â
-His favorite character is Nadja of course
-You have to pry him away from the T.V if you need him to do something else
-Dwayne will stop whatever he's doing if you offer to watch WWDITS with him
-He loves the historical references and gags
-He relates to Guillermo most of the time, being one of the voices of reason in his Chaos Coven
-âi was thinking w-â âwe should finish each other off and tell no one?â âIâm game if you are.â âšSpooky musicâš
âąThis show is permanently engraved into their brain
âąYou can take the boys out of WWDITS but you can not take the WWDITS out of the boys
Hotel Transylvania:
-Paul squints at the T.V âThis has to be a crime to watch.â
-Dwayne without turning away from the T.V âDracula is going to go ape shit when he sees this â
-David eats his popcorn slowly âat least there is other monsters in this movie.â
-Marko is giggling at the Blob and Scream Cheese âI fucking love kids movies.â
-All of them hated the village scene though.
Kid vampire:
-They all watch it because Laddie wanted them too
-All you can hear for the next few days is âKid Vampire!â in that accent
-David and Dwayne thought the bogger nose bleed drink was absolutely disgusting.
-Like to the point the both gagged.
-Paul thinks it a cute little project
-Marko likes how they say âbloodâ
-Dwayne uses the song âVampire brushâ to get Laddie to brush his teeth
Monster High:
-Marko and Paul sing the theme song semi consistently
-âMonster-monster high! monster high! monster-monster high! Freaky, sheek, and fly, monster high, where student bodies lay.â
-âWe got spirits, yes we do! We got spirits, how bout you!?â
-This is another show they all watch with Laddie
-David isn't a raving fan, but he can stand it
-âDraculaura is a bit of a lazy name.â âClawdeen wolf? Lagona blue? Cleo De Nile? Everyone has a lazy name because it's a kids show!â
-Dwayne is secretly into it and asks Laddie to watch it with him so he has an excuse
Thanks for reading <3
Yes I saw the comment you wanted me to see. Don't think I was ignoring you, I just had to find other media to talk about. (I stalk my own page like a Hyena. It's a little sad tbh lmao)
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LADS Xavier: Galaxy Hands | SFW
Look at me. LOOK AT ME. I dun wanna hear nufin about bad typos in this one. I just got my nails done yesterday and they're so long in comparison to how they normally are. I am learning how to type all over again and ya...this was written in fifteen minutes.
Pairings Xavier x Reader Warnings None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
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Xavier
```You had decided, for once, to treat yourself. To paint your nails despite knowing that while working tomorrow they would probably get ruined in some way. You knew your job wasn't exactly one where you could have fancy nails, so you felt it simple. Instead of going somewhere, you opted to just do it yourself.
Xavier hadn't questioned it when you showed up to his home with a small box in hand, nor did he ask why you were setting things up in his living room. Instead he just sat and watched as you got out the polishes and began working on your hands.
He was snacking, enjoying some pocky while watching you from the couch. The way you were sat on the floor, relaxed, and just focused on the task. It was relaxing for you, the small motions, waiting for it to dry between coats, and then finishing it. It had taken a good half hour, and the entire time the apartment was basked in silence.
When you finally looked at them, you smiled. It was simple, a black undercoat with a holographic purple and blue on top of it. The way the top coat made it shine had you staring at them for a little longer than you normally would.
Then you felt a hand taking your own and you looked to see Xavier. He was staring at the design on your hand with a gentle look in those beautiful blue eyes of his, "It looks like a starry sky." he finally said, breaking the silence that had been there since you had first come over.
"I know, I wasn't expecting it. This is the first time I tried this polish." You admitted. You had expected it to look nice, but you hadn't expected to have a literal galaxy on your nails when you had finished them.
You blushed when Xavier brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss onto the knuckles of your hand. Your nails were, at this point, mainly dry, but he was still being so delicate with them that it surprised you.
"I like them." He finally said, "Why don't you paint your nails for often? You're pretty good at it." he noted as he looked them over. It was like he was transfixed on your hands at the moment and you let out a nervous chuckle.
"I mean, they'll just be ruined tomorrow while I'm at work. Doesn't make sense to do them every day." you pointed out and he nodded.
"Aren't there ways to make them last longer?" his finger were gently playing with your hand as he looked at you. "I know I've seen Tara with her nails done a few times." what he really meant was how he had seen Tara shoving her hands in your face before to gush about her nails, but that was neither here nor there.
"I mean I guess if I got them done professionally with a gel or something they'd last longer." You murmured.
"Then how about on your next day off you do that?" Xavier suggested, "It's clear you like your nails like this."
"I feel like you're enjoying them more." you pointed out, taking your hand away from his to gently bop his nose with one finger. He gave you an amused smile as he took your hand back and placed it on his cheek.
"I do. We can go together if you'd like." he said and you gave him a questioning glance.
"Oh, and are you going to get your nails done as well?" You pinched his cheek and he gave you a soft smile.
"Perhaps. Would it make you happy if I did?"
You took a moment to think about it. Xavier did have pretty hands, and his nail bed was long. Even if he kept his nails short, there was a lot you could do with them. "Ya, I think it would. I'll ask Tara where she goes tomorrow and make an appointment for us." you said as you leaned down. You pressede a quick kiss to his nose and he looked at you with a pout.
"You missedâŠ" he muttered, and before you could ask what he meant, his lips were pressing against your own. You hummed into it, savoring the feeling of his mouth on yours as he pulled away, "There, that's better." he said, then quickly kissed your cheek. He went to grab your hand again, staring at the color for a moment more, "NowâŠhow about we get some dinner."```
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â A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism. â
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áȘ Anon Requested ⚟ hii can u do a ticci toby x cannibalistic gn reader?
áȘ Eun Replies ⚟ Greetings! I apologize for the late response as i got more focused on working on my ocs â This is quite short compared to my other works but I do hope you'll like this one! I've searched on how cannibalism works just to make sure.
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Reader ⚟ CANNIBALISTIC!GN!READER. YOU/YOURS
Words used ⚟ 624 words 3,502 characters
Character ⚟ TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS (Ticci Toby)
Art credit ⚟ @/kousomii on tumblr
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Toby felt a strange mix of fascination and horror when he first encountered you. You were out, eating the corpse he just sliced up. He couldn't help but wonder how you got into your current situation, what led you to become a cannibal, and how you were able to maintain the facade of being a normal, functioning member of society.
Toby sometimes feels tempted to try what you are eating, but he always stops himself from actually doing so. If you manage to have some influence on him or try to convince him, he'll do so.
So whenever he goes out to do his missions, if you were allowed to he would let you follow him to clean up his mess. If you weren't, he would come back with a bag full of the parts you prefer.
If you happen to have a biting habit, whether biting yourself or someone else. He's be fascinated by it as he also have a biting habit, he doesn't mind you biting him as he doesn't feel that much pain as long as you let him bite also. He just watch you bite him and look at the bite marks, just don't bite him when he's in a sour mood.
If you cook them, Toby is intrigued and impressed by your skills as a cook, especially if you have a talent for preparing human flesh in a way that's palatable and delicious. He enjoys the idea of sharing a meal with you that is both unique and delicious.
He may or may not say some jokes about you being a cannibal. Toby's sexual jokes about you are him comparing your appetite for human flesh to his imagined prowess in bed. He'll make crude remarks, such as "You're tearing through those organs like you'd rip through a woman's panties."
Toby's indifference towards your post-feast appearance is a direct reflection of his own descent into depravity. Once disgusted by the mere thought of cannibalism, leaving him numb to the grotesque reality surrounding him but who knows? He's also a killer.
He knows that he himself isn't much better, for he too has stained his hands with blood and consumed human flesh. His ambivalence towards your plight is a twisted acceptance of their shared fate, a grim acknowledgment that they have both become monsters in their own right.
For Toby, he just eats the people he chops for survival and if you happen to have a different reasoning Toby listens to your dissection of cannibalism with a mix of repulsion, curiosity, and a twisted sense of familiarity. The gruesome details of how your body processes the consumed flesh, the nutritional benefits, and the sensory experiences, all serve as a morbid testament to the transformation you have undergone.
As you delves into the biological aspects of cannibalism, Toby's mind can't help but conjure vivid images of digestion, the human body breaking down its victims in the most base and primal of ways.
With the knowledge of cannibalism fresh in his mind, Toby's approach to his missions takes on a new, more methodical quality. Instead of the wild, frenzied attacks that once characterized his hunts, Toby now dispatches his victims with a chilling efficiency.
With each slash of his blade, Toby is careful to target specific organs, his actions driven by the newfound knowledge of their nutritional value. He takes the time to slice off limbs, and as he does, he can't help but recall yout descriptions of the sensory experiences. A strange, twisted thrill courses through him as he works.
Once he's collected his bounty, Toby methodically collects the parts into one bag, taking care not to mix the organs with the flesh. You'll be eating with no problem in your mind.
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May I request JJK men if they propose to you with a ringpop or not
JJK Men Proposing With A Ringpop
a/n: Thanks anon for this cute request âĄâ Ë I hope you enjoy this fluff âš
characters: Gojo Satoru - Yuuji Itadori - Yuta Okkotsu ( tbh I feel like these three would 100% propose with a ringpop since they have a goofy side but the others I feel they'd be more serious about proposal )
Gojo Satoru:
Satoru has been planning to take you to that new candy store for two weeks now. He's a sweet tooth and visiting each and every candy or pastries store is on his bucket list.
So today you found yourself dragged by your boyfriend, Gojo strolling through aisles of colorful candies and gummies. The scent of different flavors filling the store. Gojo was overly excited, to say the less. You were busy deciding what flavor of sour candy you'd buy, when Satoru's eyes fell on the Ringpop stock. He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when a cute idea popped up on his mind. Maybe he could turn this normal date into a more romantic occasion. He grabbed a pink ringpop, slipping it in his pocket, mind racing with ideas on how he would pop the question in the sweetest way possible.
"Baby, wanna buy some jelly beans and butter scotch as well before leaving?" he suggested with a smile.
"Sure !" you agreed,
completely oblivious of what's waiting for you ahead. Both of you grabbed a few other treats, and headed to the checkout counter with your candy haul ready to pay. Gojo being Gojo likes being extra, playful and different. He also likes making you blush.. You handed the cashier your candy haul,
"Are you having a sweet day?" asked the cashier nicely, noticing how Gojo was all smiley while looking at you.
"Yes sir! and about to get even sweeter" he answered excitedly.
You looked at him, puzzled "Huh? Whaâ"
you didn't even get to finish your question when Satoru got down on one knee, holding up that pink ringpop, looking up at you with a wide silly smile.
"Our love is sweet and sugary just like those candies. Will you be my forever favorite candy?"
Your eyes widened, you didn't see that coming. You knew Gojo was goofy and silly but not the extent to propose with a ringpop, hit you with the cutest yet cheesiest line and on top of that in a public place. Your cheeks flushed pink, heating up from how happy yet shy you were.
"A-are you proposing with a ring pop?"
"Well it's the sweetest way, isn't?" he chuckled.
"Yes..omg yes" you agreed, your shy expression turning into amused one.
The cashier and the costumers thay were forming a line waiting for their turn to pay, are now cheering and clapping for both if you, joining into the fun, creating a joyous atmosphere at the candy store. Satoru stood up, leaned in closer to you and whispered,
"of course you'd say yes...cuz you belong to me"
He cupped your cheeks with his big palms, and planted a sugary kiss on your lips, totally ignoring the fact that other people are watching you. As you left the store, you couldn't stop giggling about the unique, one of a kind proposal. Walking hand in hand, Gojo mentally planned a real more romantic proposal, to make you his, forever.
Yuuji Itadori:
It was your usual movie night. Every weekend, you choose a movie and watch together at home. Tonight was different, Yuuji was planning something more than just watching movies, he was planning to propose to you with a ringpop, he thought the idea was cute and adorable just like you.
Yuuji always wants to make sure to make you laugh, he wants to surprise you with the most random things ever to see that beautiful smile of yours. As you settled in, you were sat between his legs, laying your head on his chest, surrounded by popcorn and all different types of snacks and candies.
"I thought we could watch a romantic movie tonight?" he started.
"Romantic? I thought you're more into horror"
"Well yeah, it's good to try another genre you know" he chuckled.
"Alright, lets give it a shot then" you smiled back.
As the movie proceeded, Yuuji's attention was all on you, not bothering to even look at the screen in front of him, when he has you sitting in his arms. He kept on smiling to himself, patiently waiting for the right moment to bring that Ringpop from his pocket and propose to you.
"That was a good movie Yuuji. I always thought romantic movies are cringe but I guess I was wrong" you exclaimed, stretching your arms up
"Hm? Yuuji?" you asked when you didn't get any answer from him.
You looked up behind and found Yuuji already admiring you with heart eyes. "Baby are you okay?"
Without saying anything but smiling like an idiot, Yuuji helped you to stand up, you looked at him in confusion anticipating his actions. Once you're standing up, he got down kn one knee brining that ringpop from his pocket,
"I promise to make your life as sweet as this candy, I promise to love you with all what I got. Will you be my forever movie buddy?" he proposed.
You bursted into laugher, jumping slightly from how excited you were
"It's an honor to be your forever movie buddy...yes I do Yuuji" you answered.
He slipped that ringpop onto your finger and stood up carrying you in his arms, swirling you like a princess muttering words on how much he loves you.
That sweet shared moment between both of you was romantic and wholesome mote than any romance movie and fairy tales to existence. You sealed the proposal with a sweet kiss full of love and mutual appreciation. What a night that marked the beginning of yours and Yuuji's happy-ever-after.
Yuta Okkotsu:
You and your boyfriend, Yuta decided to spend a sunny afternoon together having a picnic in your favorite park. The atmosphere was light and joyful, filled with your giggles as you set the picnic blanket and decorated it with the food and fruits that you bought. Also putting your painting tools aside so you can later paint the beautiful scenery in front of you while eating your favorite snacks.
Nature's beauty brought a sense of safety and wholesomeness into you. You spent your afternoon exchanging stories, talking about how your week went, sharing jokes and genuine laughers. You both definitely needed that to recharge. Feeding each other, Yuta wiping the crumbs off of the corner of your mouth and tip of your nose. He's always been so gentle with you, taking care of you, treating you like a little baby. Yuta grabbed the bag of snacks so you can eat them and finally use your new watercolors. Suddenly, he spotted the Ringpop that both of you had picked up at the convenience store earlier.
"Hey, look what we've got. RingPop!!" he exclaimed happily.
"Oh yeah I totally forgot we bought that"
Yuta with a playful twinkle in his eyes, got a mischievous idea,
"W-what if....what if we made it out engagement ringpop?" he started shyly, holding the blue ringpop.
Your face lit up with happiness, as you started giggling.
"My love" he said, getting closet to you, holding your hand and placing it on his chest, without breaking the eye contact. "Will you make me the happiest man and be my Ringpop financée?"
"YES YES" you said excitedly.
Once he slipped the Ringpop onto your finger, you jumped on him making him fall on his back on the picnic blanket, with you on top of him. His arms circled around your figure, bursting into sweet laughers, creating a heartwarming moment. Surrounded by the simplicity of nature, and the joy of your spontaneous engagement, you shared a long loving passionate kiss.
Little did you know that in a few days Yuta will propose to you with a real ring.
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The Watcher ~ Part One
Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Reader's parents work late on Friday nights, which she spends alone. Except Reader hasn't been alone in a long time, not that she knows of at least. Rafe has watched you for years, he's very good at it. He has no plans of formally meeting you, as he's satisfied with the current arrangement. He likes it better when Reader doesn't know he's watching. But his idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when reader catches him in her bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living.
Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the entire plot. He's pretty pervy in this, I guess. Masturbation (Rafe) in front of unconscious reader, strong/vulgar language, somnophilia (I guess?), death threat(?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!
Word Count: 5.9k
Author Note: My sneak peek got a few likes, so thank you if you liked it, y'all are the reason I'm finally posting this part! I'm not sure how I feel about this fic so far, I definitely have a habit of overly critiquing my own work and never being fully satisfied with it, but I'm trying to get over that. I don't have plans for this fic, it's just going in whatever direction I can think of as I write, so if you have any suggestions, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE let me know, I'll write pretty much anything. This is my first work published on tumblr and the first thing I've written in years, so I hope it's at least readable, and maybe even a little enjoyable. If just one person enjoys this, then my mission is accomplished. Thank you, I hope you enjoy! And do NOT be shy to share feedback or give suggestions/requests. Again, thank you!
For those of you that DID read the sneak peek, a large portion of this part was included in the sneak peek, but I highly suggest reading it over in it's entirety. This draft has undergone several additional rounds of editing and I believe it is better than the version I published as a sneak peek.
CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!
One thing about humans is that we always want what we canât have, especially when everyone else wants that same thing. Itâs just something all humans do; but what happens when you already have more than you need and everything you could ever want? Well, almost everything. Rafe Cameron has more money than he could spend in his own lifetime, he can practically buy anything he wants. Except one thing, you.
At first he just thought you were pretty, but the more he saw you out in public the more and more he liked you. The way youâd talk or laugh when you were out with your friendsâŠgod, he could tell just how sweet you are. Too delicate for him to touch, like the wings of a butterfly or the petals of a flower. This is when he went from wanting you to needing you.Â
See, another thing about humans is that we admire things. And, admiration can easily turn into obsession. Everyone has been obsessed with something or someone at some point in life, itâs normal. Obsessions will come and go, like a cycle. You get obsessed with something, you get over it, and you let it go until a new obsession marks the beginning of the new cycle. But things are a bit different for Rafe, he has never gotten over anything like, ever. Not once has Rafe Cameron ever let anything in his life go. When Rafe wants something, when he needs something, he will do whatever it takes to get it. And oh, how he needs you.
Rafeâs fascination, his obsession with you has been going on for years. He wonât ever admit it, but his perfectly curated collection of your personal items in his closet proves just how bad heâs been obsessing over you. The first thing he had ever stolen from you was your drink, you had been at the same party and you left your red solo cup about three-quarters full. Nobody noticed anything when he casually picked up the cup and finished the rest of your beer, purposely lining his lips with where yours had touched the cup, which was perfectly marked by the lipstick you had been wearing. After youâd leave a restaurant, heâd take the straws from your drinks. Rafe eventually worked himself up to breaking into your house and stealing your things when nobody was home. And Rafe made sure to explore every single inch of your room. All of your favorite panties? Gone. Heâd take everything, your shirts, bras, whatever he liked really. You had noticed things kept disappearing from your room, but youâd just think you misplaced itâwhatever it may be, or left it in a bag somewhere. Rafe had a good system. He knows exactly how much and how often he can take from you.Â
Rafe knows heâs sick. He knows that itâs wrong to watch you from outside your bedroom window, that itâs wrong to follow you around in public, to purposely bump into you so you have to mutter a âsorryâ as you move around him. He just really, really needs you. And in Rafeâs twisted, dark, mess of a mind he believes this is the best wayâthe only way. He couldnât treat you like every other girl, no, you were special. You were his and you just didnât know it yet. Starting early on in his life, Rafe has always been neglected, always pushed into the shadow of his younger sister, Sarah. Heâs been told he ruins everything, that everything he touches turns to ash. And youâre way too perfect to ruin. So, he follows you around like a creep, lurking from a distance. Of course you didn't know heâs been following you everywhereâŠhe liked it better that way.
Rafe knew the line had already been crossed. Hell, the line had been crossed a long fucking time ago. He doesnât care anymore, he needs you. Heaven is smelling like you; and not because you had left your scent on him, but because he had bought the same perfume as you. He needed to know what you smell like, how sweet you areâŠand how sweet you taste. Heaven is watching your chest rise and fall as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Heaven is you.
What Rafe has been doing to you for years could be defined as worship. Rafe was worshiping you. Heâs your good boy; your loyal man and he was going to take care of you; protect you, even if you donât know it yet. Youâre what he lives for; youâre all that keeps him going, the only thing he cares about.Â
Since heâs been watching you for years, of course he knew your schedule. Of course he knew that on Fridays your parents work late at the local bar & grill that they own. This means you slept in your house by yourself practically every Friday night. So every Friday night, Rafe would sneak in through the back door that you always forget to lock. He just wants to check on you, he wants to see his pretty girl sleeping beautifully, he wants to know that his baby is okay. This is not a crime, itâs not a crime to care; heâs not insane, heâs just in loveâif you could even call it that. How can it be wrong to protect whatâs his? nOh, and god forbid anyone ever get in the way of his stalking routine, if anyone were to take you away from the inevitable path of meeting himâŠoh, the things he would do; whatever it takes.
One unforgettable Friday night, you fall asleep on your couch watching a rerun of one of your favorite shows. You enjoy being alone. If only you knew you havenât been alone for a very long time. Youâre woken up by sudden, loud noises coming from your bedroom, but you think maybe itâs just the cat, or maybe you didnât shut your window. You get up from the couch and in several slow, cautious steps you tiptoe over to your room. When you enter your doorway, youâre immediately greeted by the sight of a tall and broad man standing in the center of your bedroom holding the last shirt you wore to his nose, breathing in your scent. The sight of all this makes you immediately freeze and stand motionless in your bedroom doorway, staring at him blankly.Â
Rafe doesnât startle when he realizes youâve caught him red-handed. Instead, quite the opposite actually. Heâs actually a bit amused, relieved even; if you hadnât caught him just now, he never wouldâve been able to work up the nerve to finally talk to you. He didnât want to have to be creepy about things between you two, but he couldnât talk to you like a normal person. Itâd be too unpredictable, too unknown. Meeting you like thisâŠhe has all of the control.Â
âThere you are,â he grinned. âHow beautifulâŠâ The strangely offputting man gloated in your fear and it was obvious.
You take a step back from where you had been frozen. He takes a step forward. This cannot be happening, you think. Your brows furrow in hopelessness and defeat. Again, you freeze where you are standing, even more afraid to move now.Â
You feel like youâve seen the man before, which you have, plenty of times; but he was careful to never have too big of an interaction, so that you couldnât recognize his face. You have no clue that youâve been and always will be his.
 âW-whaâŠwho are you? W-why are you in my house?â You try to keep your voice as strong as possible, but the way your words shake with trepidation betrays you.Â
The man takes a quick step forward, slowing to a stop and putting his hands up in mock surrender as you jump back. âWoah, woah, heyâŠcalm down, alright?â, he chuckles when he sees the utter horror and complete fright in your eyes. His tone switches into one of a little more seriousness, âI'm not here to hurt you, you don't need to be so scared...â. If you didnât feel like your only choice was to look him in the eyes, you might even believe him. But, you had no other option but to witness the animalistic spark in his eyes that lit up with each word he spoke. With each step he took, you took one further backâyour heart dropped into your stomach at the sight of his cocky, twisted smile and the way he looked at youâŠlike youâre a zebra grazing in your natural habitat and heâs the lion waiting to pounce and attack you in your own home.Â
âI just wanted to see you," he leaned up against your dresser, taking in the look on your face. His face almost instantly drops the predatory look and adopts one of mock concern, almost convincing enough to hide his amusement. âHey, it's okay, baby, itâs okayâŠâ
âPlease,â you beg. âIf you leave I wonât call the cops. I wonât tell.â
Rafe cocks his head and lets out a slow breath, as if heâs disappointed in your reaction; you arenât supposed to want him to leave. âHey, heyâŠIâm not gonna hurt you. Just listen to meâŠyou donât wanna have to call the cops at three in the morning,â he elaborated. Heâs trying to be as convincing as he can because he cannot screw this up. Even so, he still canât help his smile that only grows at the sight of your terrified face. He shakes the smirk off, adopting a serious expression once more. âEspecially when the cops won't be able to do a damn thing.âÂ
He continues to step closer to you with each word. He stops once his figure is looming over you, looking at you like a lion about to pounce on its prey. âYou should really be more careful, sweetheart, leaving the back door open like that at this time of night, when youâre all aloneâŠyou never know who might be out there.â His voice is cold as he warns you about the dangers of the world; the dangers of himself.Â
âWho are you?â You repeated. The man looks so familiar but you just couldnât quite place his face anywhere. You just need to know what he wants; who he is.Â
âThatâs not important right now babyâŠweâre focused on you, yeah?â The manâs eyes widen, taking in every detail of your face; the only other times heâs seen you this close is when he watches you sleep.Â
You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke. The look in his eyes tells you to take another step back, but when your back collides with the wall you jump; thereâs nowhere left for you to go and that was exactly how he wanted it. He wanted you like this alone, afraid, and cornered. He loved your fear. The man stares at you with a predatory look although aside from the darkness and lust in his eyes, you can see something else, butâŠwhat is it? Â
âW-what do you want?â You ask, keeping as calm as you can. Even though with every passing second the air gets thinner and thinner. Your stomach is in knots and your throat starts to close up. Not to mention the stinging tears in your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.
âMe?â he cocked an eyebrow, his eyes shamelessly roaming your body as he blew out a huff. âI just wanna have a little chat, that's all...â The unknown man takes another step towards you, invading your personal space, his tall frame towering over you as his bottom lip finds a home between his teeth. Rafe reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. âNo need to be so scared, baby...â
âT-talk about what?â You have no idea what this man who you donât know, could possibly want to talk about with you. Why is he acting like he knows you when youâre sure youâve never even seen him before? Why is heâŠadmiring you? No, that couldnât be right. The mystery man is so confusing, all his twists and turns giving you whiplash.Â
âAh, you see...â he responds, pausing to place his other hand on the wall behind you, almost trapping you in. You feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin of your face, burning you like hot steam. His breath was slow and steady. He was completely calm. He liked this. He gave you a genuine smirk, bringing his face closer to your ear. âItâs more of a proposition reallyâŠâ
âWhat is itâŠ?â You ask. Not out of curiosity because honestly, youâre too afraid to know. But because you figure things might, just might go better for you if you play along. He stayed silent for a momentâenjoying the look in your eyes and your erratic breathing.
âAll this fearâŠall this trembling...â he trails off as he brings his hand up to your chin, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lower lip. âIt's nice to finally meet you...â He chuckles and leans in so that his lips nearly touch your ear. âWill you stop shaking like that if I tell you what I want?â His thumb moves from your bottom lip and he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear; he doesnât want anything getting in the way of his view of your pretty face.âHmmm?â he challenged. âOr will you still be shaking like a scared little puppy?â
âI-I donâtâŠâ You stutter, not being able to speak or even think clearly with the way heâs glaring at you.Â
âShhhh⊠â he tutted, bringing his other hand from the wall to your lower back and drawing you even closer to himâuntil your body was almost flush against his, his touch surprisingly warm. âYou're not answering my question,â he whispers your name as he runs his fingers through your hair, itâs softer than heâd imagined.Â
âPlease justâŠâ The tears were no longer threatening as they began to fall down your cheeks. âPleaseâŠâ Hearing this man who you do not know, say your name, was probably the most frightening thing to happen to you yet.Â
âShhh, stop that...â he calmly commanded when he saw the tears falling from your pretty eyes. Rafe's voice was soft but sternâhe hated seeing you so distressed. His hand moved from your lower back to your chin, making you look up at him. âHey itâs okayâŠitâs okay baby, no need for tears. I just wanna talk to you is all." You almost believe him for a moment with how sincere the glint in his eyes appeared. But youâve picked up on his manipulative expressions.Â
âMy parents will be home soonâŠâ You vaguely remember your parents mentioning something about something and blah blah blahâŠtheyâre closing early tonight. You really hope itâs true and isnât just a figment of your imagination; something your mind is making up so you donât completely give up.Â
A cocky smile returned to his face as he let a small huff of amusement slip past his lips. He knew your parents were working late, just like every other Friday night. "Bullshit,â he chuckled. His hand moved back to your lower back, holding you against him. âItâs just you and me, pretty girl.â He grabs your waist and within the next second, youâre on your bed and heâs hovering over you. You can feel his hot breath in your ear, you can smell him, feel the excessive heat radiating from his body. He speaks quietly now, more serious than heâs been this entire time, âDonât ever fuckinâ lie to me again. Got it?â
His words provoke a small whimper from you. How long has he been watching you? Whatâs he gonna do? What does he want to talk about? Your mind is filled with questions youâre too afraid to ask. âI-Iâm not lying.â He leans down, his lips almost touching yours. Rafeâs eyes are looking straight into yours, admiring the complete and utter fear your eyes possess. He doesnât want you to be scared of him. But fuck, does he love it.
âOh yeah?â He mumbles as he presses his face into your hair, taking in your scent. He canât believe heâs finally this close to you. He didnât think itâd ever happen, and if you didnât catch him tonight, it probably wouldnât have. Itâs meant to be, he thinks. âWhat did I tell you about lying, hm baby? I know youâre fuckinâ lyinâ to me, so you wanna try that again?â
Before your brain could muster up some bullshit response, the sound of the front door unlocking echoes through the hall and into your bedroom. Rafe holds his breath and puts his hand over your mouth, causing your eyes to widen as he leans to the side to glance down the hallway at the front door. âShhâŠâ, he whispers. You werenât lying. Your parents came home from work early and theyâre about to turn the doorknob and come inside the house. Rafe looks at you, the look in his eyes beyond unsettling. âTell the copsâŠtell anyone, and Iâll come back and fuckinâ kill you, okay? This is our secret. Donât make me come back and hurt you babe, I really, really donât wanna have to do that, alright?âÂ
He has to be bluffing, right? But, when you look up to meet his gaze, you can tell; you can tell he meant every single syllable that he spoke. Itâs not like the cops would believe you if you said you had a stalker anyways, youâre a pogue. And cops never believe a pogue. Rafe doesnât need a response from you, the fear in your eyes tells him all he needs to know.
 Just before you hear the front door open, Rafe smirks at you. âWeâre gonna have so much fun together baby.â Reluctantly, the disturbed man leans back and takes his hands away from you. Without another word, he walks over to your bedroom window and pushes it open. Before ducking to climb out, the large man looks back at you. Your breath hitches even further if thatâs even possible.
 âGoodnight puppy.â The outline of his smug grin is visible even in the darkness of your room. Just as you hear the quiet voices of your parents enter your house, the dark figure turns and exits your window. When the man is outside you sit up and rush over to shut and lock the window behind him.Â
With caution, Rafe watches as your mother comes to peek her head in your bedroom. She only lingers in your doorway long enough to see your dark shape laying in bed. Covered in blankets, you pretend to sleep, knowing that you wouldnât be able to hold a casual conversation with your mother at the moment. And the last thing you want to do is raise any alarm. Not while heâs out thereâwhoever he is. Hot, salty tears fall from your eyes, wetting the soft skin of your cheeks. When she shuts the door, you let out a shaky breath, finally being able to breathe.But, you keep your eyes sealed shut. At least then you canât see if the man is still watching you from outside your window. You lie awake for hours, how are you meant to go back to sleep after whatever the hell just happened? All you can do now is wait. Is he coming back? When will he come back? Who is he? Why does he want you? Thereâs a million different questions and worst scenarios circling around in your head. So, you just wait, itâs all you can do.Â
As you wait, the hours turn into days, days turning into a week as the next Friday approaches you; you spend your time worrying about having to be home alone again. There still had been no sign of him since your encounter last week, but you decide to stay the night at a friendâs house, not wanting to take the risk. The second Friday after you came face-to-face with your stalker, you get a friend to spend the night with you. And now, after four weeks of waiting thereâs still no sign of the deranged man. Although, if you had no knowledge of him stalking you for years he clearly is good at staying hidden. As the fourth Friday approaches, you think over your options. You can go to a friendâs house or have a friend stay over, as youâve been doing. But, youâre tired of waiting for something to happen. Youâre sick of not feeling safe in your own home and of having to look over your shoulder at all times. You used to love being alone, and now itâs been weeks since youâve spent any time to yourself. Youâve had enough. This Friday youâre not hiding, youâre done being a coward. You will not allow this creep to keep taking away everything you love; you wonât allow yourself to waste any more time worrying about that psycho. So, you stay at home by yourself. Heâs not gonna show, right? He was just bluffing or on drugs or something, thatâs what you convince yourself.
You pull back the fluffy comforter on your bed and climb in. You pull the covers up and completely over yourself, you used to do this as a little girl when youâd have a nightmare or youâre scared of the thunder or the monster in your closet. If the blanket could protect you when you were little it should work nowâŠright? Well, maybe itâd still work if you had a nightmare, but logically, what is it gonna do against your stalker? But no matter how much you force yourself to believe that heâs not coming back, you still find yourself praying. Youâve never been very religious, but recently you pray to whoever will listen.Â
You had bought some sleeping pills from the store a few days after you discovered your secret stalker. They helped you sleep, since your brain hasnât once stopped thinking about him since the whole fiasco. Reaching over, you pull out the drawer of your nightstand. You grab the bottle of pills, you swallow a couple dry and set the rest on your nightstand. The pills start to kick in quite sooner than usual, must be because you took double the amountâŠyouâre gonna need them to fall asleep tonight. Your first night alone in weeks. In just a few short minutes, youâre out cold, buried underneath an absurd amount of pillows and blankets.
Rafe spent the past few weeks feeling overwrought after what he did. He feels wrongâa feeling heâs not used to experiencing. But itâs because he knows heâs ruined any chance he mightâve had with you. Before you caught him in your bedroom, he had a chance that you could meet him regularly and think he was just a normal guy. But now, all hopes of you ever thinking heâs ânormalâ have been abandoned. He actually feels shame andâŠregret for his actions? Heâs been seeing less and less of you, and itâs making him angry, so fucking angry. Your schedule has been relatively the same for the past years and now youâre switching it up? Youâre hiding from him; running from him just like everyone else in his life. Maybe the things his family has been saying about him for most of his life is true; maybe everything he touches does turn to ash. God, why does he ruin everything?Â
You are the one thing, the only thing that Rafe did not want to ruin. Youâre the one thing in his life thatâs too perfect to ruinâŠtoo innocent. But, the damage has been done. He doesn't have many options left. He could leave you alone, but then heâd be weak for not sticking to his word and he canât have you thinking heâs weak and that you have the power. He could go back, but then what would he do? There was absolutely no way in hell youâd seriously talk to him, and he didnât want to force himself onto you. He really wanted you to need him back, you have to want it. But everything you do or say now will be out of fear, itâll be you trying to stay alive. He wanted you to be desperate for him, not desperate to get rid of him. Either way, youâre never gonna forgive him; youâll always hate him now. Since youâll feel the same no matter what he does now, he decides that he just needs to see you, he needs to talk to you again. Itâs been far too long since heâs been close to you. He canât take another goddamn second without seeing his reason to live.
He hurries over to your house, parking an entire block away as usual. He makes sure no eyes are on him as he sneaks around to your backyard. Rafe tries peeking through the curtains that block your window to see if you were in bed or not, but he canât get a good view. He needs to know if youâre home. He needs to see you.Â
Rafe sneaks around to the side of your house, checking all windows and doors in the process, but he has no such luck. But he doesnât give up yet, heâll get in, heâll find a way. He tries the side door that leads into your garage. He lets out a giant breath of relief when the door clicks open. Once heâs inside the garage, he takes a quick glance around to analyze his surroundings and burn every inch of your house into his memory. When he finally enters your house, he takes his time to look around. Obviously Rafe knew you were a pogueâhe knew everything about you, but you never really looked or acted like one. However, the inside of your home puts your life on display, making it very clear youâre a pogue.Â
You sleep soundly, only being interrupted by the occasional dream; completely unaware that your stalker is making his way down the hall and into your bedroom. Rafe opens the door quietly. Your room is dark like the rest of your house, but the moonlight shining through your thin curtains provides just enough light that he can see the outline of your sleeping body. Now that your presence has been confirmed, he feels like he can finally breathe and he lets out a breath he didnât even know he was holding.Â
Before he became totally obsessed with you and heâd see you occasionally in public, you used to just make him horny. Heâd catch a glimpse of your smile or hear the softness in the way you spoke, or the innocence in your sweet laugh and his dick would be hard within seconds. And when his obsession grew and heâd watch you more frequently, sex with other girls started not doing anything for him. He needed youâŠhe needs you. When he actually started paying attention to the way you spoke, the way you acted, he fell in loveâwhat he thinks is love anyways. Rafe realized youâre the sweetest, most pure person heâs ever known. He didnât think people like you really existed. His discovery led him to watch you more closely, he started taking more risks just because he needed to find your flaw. Thereâs no way youâre actually this perfect, it has to be an act. Now, after years of watching you he can confidently say that you really are just that perfect. Rafe needs you for more than just getting off now, he needs your comfort, he needs the kindness that radiates off of you. Which is why heâs always trying to find a way to get closer to you, he needs to absorb your sweetness. But hes really done it now; heâs fucked up big time. You hate him.
He hadnât realized that the hate he brought upon you would tint the kindness that radiates for your being. He has to get you to let go of the hate heâs caused you, he needs you to be yourself again. He just doesn't know how, if itâs even possible.
 As you sleep soundly, his large frame towers over you as he stares down at you through the darkness. You look so peaceful, so innocent. It physically pains him to know that heâs taken away parts of your innocence. All he can do is stare at you as he mentally curses himself. He canât wake you up and ruin your small moment of peace. Itâs better if you donât know heâs there.Â
Your stalker slowly raises his hand and uses his thumb and pointer finger to pull your blanket down to your knees. Even with the blankets pulled down most of your body was hidden from him. Almost everything is left to the imagination in the loose, patterned pj pants and the oversized, long sleeve shirt that youâre wearing. He can only see a small portion of your lower stomach due to your shirt slightly riding up. And that small bit of skin is enough to trigger his memories of you. Because of course heâs seen you countless times; heâs got your body memorized.
Heâs practically panting as he takes in the sight of you, imagining that youâre unclothed beneath him; his memory is sharp enough to almost see it. His cock grows to press against his jeans and his eyes trail up to your beautiful face. The ache in his needy cock starts to become unbearable. Your name slips past his lips in the form of a mumble when he starts to palm himself through his newly tightened jeans.Â
Okay, Rafe has definitely jerked off to the thought of you, your smellâŠeverything about you makes him lose whatever control he ever even had to begin with. Something he hasnât gotten to do yet is jerk off with you right in front of him as a live viewing source, fresh for his eyes. Heâs gonna be able to cross that off the bucket list soon enough; he canât wait any longer. His hand stops its ministrations over his jeans as his head turns and he moves over to your closet, grabbing a pair of delicate, worn panties from the top of your laundry hamper. He brings the treasure up to his nose to smell you. God, he could cream his fucking pants right now. He quietly walks back over to you, taking a look at the pill bottle on your nightstand. He picks it up with his free hand, eyes quickly scanning over the label. He smirks as he sets it back down. Rafe turns his head to look back at you. His smirk grows even wider as he leans back, cocking his head as he observes you. Yeah, youâre definitely gonna be out for a while.
With his pants and boxers around his ankles, he stands over you. Your panties between his hand and his cock as his fist slowly pumps up and down his length. His other hand meticulously pulls your shirt up to reveal your chest.
âFuckkkâŠâ he whispers under his breath as his bottom lip is held captive between his teeth. Your perfect tits are spilling out of your bra as you lie asleep on your back. He lightly fiddles with the ends of your hair as his hand pumps over his dick repeatedly and without rhythm. He takes his time, Rafe never likes to rush this. Especially not with you.
Your subconscious mind reacts to his light touch and sounds, pulling you into a wet dream; seeing as a main side effect of the medication you took was vivid dreams. Youâve also been unusually horny lately, probably because youâd been too afraid to touch yourself when you thought you were being watched twenty-four/seven. His fingers trail up your stomach and into the valley of your breasts with feather light touch.
You stir a bit, not because you felt him, but because the dream youâve been thrown into by your subconscious is starting to get your body all worked up. Youâve been extra horny recently and keep having sex dreams since you havenât been able to touch yourself the past few weeks, having a stalker and all. As he leans down to lightly kiss the skin in between your boobs, a moan slips past his lips, vibrating off of your skin and interrupting the mostly silent room. The only other sound that can be heard in the quiet room is that caused by Rafeâs hand quickly moving up and down his cock; the friction caused by the soft fabric of your panties generates a quiet noise. Pre-cum leaks from his slit and seeps into the fabric of your recently worn panties. He leans back down to create a hickey on your chest and hopes that you wonât wake up from the sudden feeling, although if you did that might be even better. Shaking the selfish thought out of his head, he sucks strongly at the smooth skin between your beautiful tits. He pulls his mouth off with a pop! Leaning back to see the mark he left, he smirks knowing youâll see it too eventually. The already rhythmless movements of his hand gets even more erratic the closer he gets to reaching his orgasm.Â
The man standing above you runs his hand back down your chest and abdomen as you sleep. Completely unaware of what's happening to your physical body right now, you begin to get all wrapped up in your dream. You only ever get sex dreams when youâre so overly horny, which youâve been the past few weeks. That combined with the sleeping medication you took, made this particular dream feel different; it felt soâŠreal. The only dream-like part about it was that you couldnât see the man's face for whatever reason.Â
While youâre in a deep sleep, you involuntarily let out a needy whine as your active mind plays games with you. When Rafe hears you he thinks he imagined it, until he hears you do it again. He wonders if you could feel him, except heâs not even touching you right now. Realizing that's clearly not the reason, he furrows his brows in confusion. He pulls the duvet cover completely off of you to reveal the way you keep periodically squirming as your body searches for the same feeling your mind is experiencing; and the way your toes tighten up and curl as youâre tricked into thinking you feel pleasure.Â
He canât take it, not when you look like this. The man hovering over your unconscious figure lets out a lewd moan that corrupts the silence as hot strings of his cum spurt out of the pink, glistening tip of his cock and onto the pair of your panties that he's got clenched in his fist, immediately soaking into the fabric. Surprisingly, when he gets through his orgasm, he adoringly covers you back up with your blankets and leaves your house, locking the door he entered through to be sure you were safe. He got enough to satisfy him for now as he works on a plan to change the way you think of him. Heâll be back for more of you soon enough. He has to fix this; the biggest mistake heâs ever made and the only regret heâll ever carry.Â
To be continued...
Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable and not a waste of time. I spent a lot of time on this part, especially with the editing since I never really feel done with anything. If you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them, there's not much I won't write!
I'd like to thank @faiszt for inspiring me to write this fic!
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you stole my heart right off of my lips (jake seresin x f!reader)
pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin xfem!reader
synopsis: jake and his girlfriend act out his admiral kink (that's it that's literally the whole fic)
wc: 5.4k
warnings: the usual, yâall know the drillâthis fic is 18+ due to explicit content, minors please DNIâ m!receiving oral sex, rank kink, some degradation and condescension, overstimulation (idk if crying is implicit in that but yes, reader is overwhelmed, folks), unprotected PiV sex, and, le piece de resistance, dirty talk and swearing
a/n: i wrote this in one rabid afternoon, as a follow up to can't unfeel that, which itself is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit. it doesn't super come up, but reader is a pilot, just like Jake...ty @gigisimsonmars for giving me the idea to work this kink into their established relationship, @bradshawsbitch for letting me brainstorm at you and also making sure i didnât get carried away, and that one anon who suggested đ slapping.
You paused outside Jakeâs office door, smoothing your hands over the crisp white cotton of the apron you wore. It happened to be the only thing you wore, save a pair of heels that normally only made appearances for high school friendsâ weddings.Â
On the one hand, a generation of suffragettes were pinwheeling in their graves.Â
On the other hand, it was your six month anniversary of being official, you were about to act out a fantasy Jakeâd shared a few weeks ago, and sorry to those ladies, but if they had six feet of naval aviator on the other side of the door, they'd do the same.
You drew in a deep breath and knocked on the office door, before pushing it open quietly.Â
The room was quiet, the clacking of keys echoing as Jake typed away on some kind of report or another. He didnât look over at you, but his jaw clenched lightly when he heard the door close, already in character. He wore his khaki uniform, which youâd both agreed to pretend had extra stars on the collar and stripes on the sleeve, and square glasses perched on his nose.
âNot right now, honey, Iâve got to get these done.â His voice was lower, pitched that way, an air of authority in the terse words that sent a flush of heat over your skin.
âBut Iâm bored,â you said, a pout in your voice, âsince your promotion, youâve been holed up in here; I never get to see you.â
âBaby, Iââ Jake looked up from the computer, and his jaw slackened as he took in your getup.Â
âJesus, woman,â he said, reverently.Â
You smiled triumphantly, toying with the hem of the apron, waiting for him to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, but when his eyes flicked up to you, there was concern in them.Â
âIs this okay,â he asked quietly, sounding almost nervous, âlike, I know we agreed, butâŠâ
You shifted on your heels, causing the apron riding up your thighs; it was sweet that he was concerned, but when you started dating a military man from Texas, you knew the 1950s housewife schtick would be easy ammunition.Â
âIs it working for you?â you asked.
Jakeâs jaw clenched again, and his eyes darkened as they ran down your body. âI mean, yeah,â he muttered, torn between embarrassed and turned on.
âThen itâs not too much,â you told him.Â
Jake looked at you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, more to himself than to you, turning back to the computer. The room was quiet as he started typing again, and when he looked back at you, his stern composure was back in place.
âIf you wanted to see more of me,â he drawled, not pausing his typing, âyouâd let me finish my work without interrupting me, so I could finish faster.â
You pushed away from the door, sashaying across the office.Â
Each sauntering step brushed your breasts against the crisp material of the apron, combining with the cold of the room to stiffen your nipples. You knew Jake clocked it, his eyes darting over from behind the glasses, even as his head remained angled towards the monitor, keeping a pretense of focus. You walked to behind his desk, turning his chair by the back of it to bring him eye level with your tits. He drew in a sharp breath, and he leaned towards you almost instinctively, before his hands tightened on the arms of the chair.
âItâs not an interruption,â you said lightly, sinking to your knees, âif you keep working.â
âHoneyâŠâ Jakeâs tone was stern, but he did nothing to stop you as you crawled under his desk.Â
The chair squeaked as he turned himself back to the computer, and you settled back on your thighs underneath the desk. It was more cramped than youâd anticipated, but nothing you couldnât work with. A moment later, you heard the keys start up again, and you lifted your hands to Jakeâs thighs.Â
Through the fabric, his legs were warm, and your thumbs ran up the inseam along the inside of his pants, rubbing lightly. Jake always sat with his legs spread, a menace on airplanes, but you knew what was between his thighs, so you never complained. Even now, you saw the impression of his cock grow more prominent against the seat of his pants. Smoothing your hands over his thighs, you licked your lips as your hands trailed higher.
âBaby,â he warned, but you didnât stop your ministrations. It truly wasnât your fault; you loved the feel of him.
âCome on, Admiral,â you teased, hearing his breath catch at the title, âyou can multitask. Youâve been working so hardâŠlet me make you feel good while you finish your reports.â
Your hand made it to the tops of his thighs, splaying out over his hips before your fingers teased his hardening cock. Jake grunted as you traced a nail down the length of him, and he shifted in the seat as your other hand toyed with the zipper.Â
âFine,â he muttered. âYou can keep my dick warm while I finish this paperwork.â
You rolled your eyes to yourself, amused that he was taking the angle of letting you give him head. That said, there was something particular in his cadence, as he bit out the words, but you didnât dwell on it.
âThank you, Admiral,â you said, dryly, as you unzipped his pants.Â
You wondered absently what nonsense Jake was typing into the computer as you slipped your hand into his pants, humming contentedly to yourself as your fingers closed around him.Â
Jake drew in a sharp breath as you pulled him out, but he kept typing, shifting his hips slightly while you pushed the slacks down over his hips.
You ran your hand over the hair on the top of his thighs, smoothing over him and then coming up to grip the base of his cock. You fisted him loosely, reveling in the feeling of him hardening further in your hand. You spit into your palm, running your saliva up his length, and you bit your lip when your fingers couldnât close around him.Â
Fuck, he was so thick.Â
Hot, heavy in your hand, and you knew how well heâd fill you, stretch youâŠbut not yet.Â
You pulled your hand up his length, your thumb brushing over his head. A pearly drop of precum leaked from his tip and you cooed at the sight, before your thumb pulled the fluid down to mix with your spit. Jake shifted slightly, the clacking on the keyboard faltering, but he continued typing as you admired your (ha) handiwork.
âI said you could keep me warm; what part of that was unclear?â Jake asked, his voice sharp as you continued to tease him instead of taking him into your mouth. Something about the cadence was familiar, and it snagged in your subconscious before recognition flashed.Â
Holy shit.Â
He was mimicking the way Cyclone talked.Â
A wave of fondness washed over you at the respect and borderline idolatry with which Jake regarded Admiral Simpson. It was so sweet, and a complete contradiction to the lackadaisical way with which he pretended to regard authority.Â
But when your boyfriendâs hand darted under the desk to curl around the back of your head and pull your mouth towards his cock, all thoughts of your commanding officer fled from your head. No, all there was room for was Jakeâthe musky smell of him, the heat and length of him, the way your mouth was watering as you leaned towards him.    Â
You reached out with your tongue to lick at him, tasting the salt of his precum as your tongue swirled over his head. Jake let out a low sigh, and your thighs clenched together at the taste of him. Your lips closed over his head, your tongue running along his frenulum as you took him deeper into your mouth.Â
âGood girl,â Jake muttered, and you whimpered around his cock as his words sent a pulse of heat through you. He was heavy on your tongue, his salty taste filling your mouth and you pushed yourself further up him.Â
When he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, and Jake cursed softly. But he didnât pull back and neither did you, so after a moment of counting your breathing, you relaxed your throat and took him deeper.
When your nose brushed against the hair at the base of his cock, you moaned, shifting your thighs.Â
You felt so full of him, his cock blocking your airflow and setting the world a gorgeous kind of hazy. After youâd held him in your throat for a minute, you pulled back, loving the drag of his cock through your mouth. You released him with a soft pop, spit dripping from your mouth to his tip and your core clenched at the sight.Â
God, it was such a pretty cock.Â
Thick and long, slightly curved, a long vein running along the side of it. You traced along the vein before you worked over him with your hand, twisting around the base. You licked your way up the length of him before feeding him back into your mouth, working him with your lips and hand together. You could hear Jakeâs breathing growing uneven, the sound of his ragged breaths making the ache between your thighs almost unbearable. You drew in a deep breath before taking him deeper, determined to focus on him. You took him to the back of your throat a few times, before Jakeâs hand reappeared at the back of your head.
âNah, baby,â Jake said, his voice stern, through his breathlessness. âWe said no distractions. Now that Iâm all slicked up, youâre going to cockwarm me.â
You whimpered, but nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from his grip on our hair. A moment later, his hand was gone, as you relaxed your throat to take him deeper.Â
You gagged twice before he was fully seated, but you were determined, and Jakeâs soft moan when your nose brushed against his stomach was worth it.Â
You were breathing through your nose carefully as he sat heavily on your tongue, your mind going blissfully blank. Your eyes were streaming, and your jaw ached, but it felt so fucking good to have him like this. You felt so full, content and warmed by having him in you, and you blinked slowly, willing yourself to remain still.Â
âSuch a good girl,â Jake praised, and you heard the stapler click as he rearranged some papers, âchoking on my cock while I finish working.â
You whimpered as you felt moisture pooling between your thighs, leaking out of you. Time felt like maple syrup as you sat there, thigh burning, jaw aching, anchored by the weight of Jakeâs cock in your mouth. Saliva was dribbling out the corners of your mouth, breathing was a thing you had to trust your subconscious to do; if you thought about it, you were going to choke.
Which was how you ended up accidentally swallowing.Â
You couldnât help it, your throat bobbing over Jakeâs cock, and you heard him drop the stapler as his hips jerked forward. You choked, Jake swore, and you heard his glasses clatter on the desk before he was pulling you off him, his hands gripping your upper arms as he pushed his chair back and pulled you out from under the desk.Â
You gasped, pulling in air, eyes streaming as you looked down at Jake as he leaned you against the edge of his desk. You whimpered at the look on his face, the green of his eyes nearly lost in the black of his pupils, a red flush over his skin, his jaw tight.Â
âWhat part of âdo not distract meâ is so hard to understand?â he growled, and you fully whined, shaking your head. Your lungs were still recovering, your skin felt aflame, and you felt so empty, after having had him so deep in you just a moment ago.Â
âIâm sorry,â you rasped, your voice hoarse and Jake lifted his chin as he arched an eyebrow. He reached down, flipping up the hem of your apron, and your body jerked as cold air swept over your skin.Â
âJakeââ you gasped, but he silenced you with a look as he reached between your thighs.Â
He palmed you roughly, his thick fingers spreading through your folds and your hips canted towards his touch. When his hand pulled back, his fingers glistened with your arousal, and he hummed, a low sound that vibrated through his chest.Â
âThat doesnât feel like sorry, baby,â he said, low, and he pressed his fingers against your mouth. He smeared your arousal over your lips, and when you moaned, he shoved his fingers into your mouth.Â
âSuck,â he said, and your eyes fell closed as you did, tasting how wet heâd made you, how badly you needed him in you.
âSuch a dirty girl,â Jake muttered, pulling his fingers out and returning them to your cunt. âSo needy for me, arenât you? I said you can keep me warm, and you just had to fuck your face onto my cock, didnât you?â
His fingers pulled through your folds again, gathering more of your slick before he raised his hands to his own lips. You both groaned when he licked his fingers, him at your taste and you at the expression of rapture on his face.
âSo fucking sweet, baby,â Jake groaned. âHow am I supposed to stay mad at you?â
You didnât have words, couldnât think of any, could only whine at how empty you felt, how badly you needed him, any part of him, whatever heâd let you have. Your eyes hadnât stopped streaming and you realized you were actively crying, your body wound tight from his touch and his words, and heâd barely touched you.
âWhereâs your words, baby?â Jake taunted, his hand falling back to your core. âSucked my cock so good, you canât even ask for it again?â
Your hands were clutching at him weakly, and you moaned when Jake palmed you, his broad hand cupping you, and he hummed, approvingly.Â
âBaby girl,â Jake said, his thumb flicking over your clit. âI try to work hard, provide for you, but you canât leave me in peaceâŠhave to be choking on my cock, and even that isnât enough, is it, you need my fingers now, donât you?âÂ
You nodded, feverishly, body shaking, and you moaned in relief when he pushed a finger into you. His thick finger speared into your cunt but he barely gave you time to adjust before he added another, and you wouldâve fallen back except Jake shot to his feet, planting himself between your legs and pulling you into his upper body.
You draped against his chest weakly, tears leaking into his khakis, whimpering when his fingers curled deeper into you.
âTaking me so well, fuck,â Jake muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of you. âYou got so fucking wet from choking on my cockâŠshit, baby, listen to that hungry pussy.â
The sounds echoed around his office, his fingers pulling through your juices, and your ragged breathing.
âPlease,â you whimpered, begged, the unrelenting press of his fingers driving you higher and higher, âplease, Iâm so closeâŠâ
Jake scoffed, adding a third finger roughly, making you wail. âWhat, you think you deserve to cum, baby?â
You sobbed, either from his words or from the stretch of him, you couldnât tell. Your thighs were beginning to shake, and Jake laughed again; his hand curled at the back of your neck, cradling you gently, while his other hand was driving you mad between your legs.Â
âInterrupting my work,â he said, âdressed like a little slut, practically begging to suck me off and now making a mess on my desk? You think youâve been good enough to cum?â
You shook your head against his chest, and Jake chuckled darkly.Â
âLuckily for you, darlinâ,â he muttered, turning his head to press a kiss into your hair, âI want to fuck you more than I want to punish you. So youâre going to come on my fingers, so I can get my dick wet, okay?â
God, that sounded so good.Â
Jake was stroking deep into you, and his thumb brushed over your clit, causing your body to convulse around him.Â
âThatâs it,â Jake soothed, unrelenting. âI know youâre close, let me feel it, baby, come for me so I can fuck that pretty pussy, make room for me, come on nowââ
He pressed down on your clit and you moaned, your body collapsing against him as your orgasm ripped out of you. You felt your body go boneless, distilled to the pulsing pressure Jake had stroked between your legs. You mightâve screamed, you mightâve fainted, the office a kaleidoscope of heat and sensation but before you could recover, Jake was already moving you.
âSo fucking beautiful, my needy, gorgeous girl. You did so good for me, baby, and youâre going to do better, now, câmereâŠâ
He sat back down in his office chair, pulling you onto his lap. You went without reservation, limbs still numb from the force of your orgasm, body lax enough that Jake could feed you onto his hard cock, bobbing between you.
Fuck, the stretch of him.Â
You felt him in every fiber of your being, enormous and pulsing and what youâd been aching for. Jake groaned as you pressed down onto him, gravity and your orgasm easing the stretch, but still slow. Your heels dangled above the floor, his hands on your waist and his cock deep in you, grounding you like an anchor. When your hips met his, you werenât sure you could breathe, you felt so absolutely full of him.Â
âYou with me, darlinâ?â Jake asked gruffly, smoothing a hand over your hair as he settled. His voice was tight, and you clenched down on him at the sound of it. You nodded wordlessly, finding strength to push yourself off his chest to look up at him.
âFeels so good, Jake,â you whispered.Â
âThatâs a good girl,â he said softly, brushing a featherlight finger across your cheek, wiping some of your tears, before his back straightened.
âAlright, baby,â he said, voice low, back into the fantasy, âyou wanted this cock so bad, are you gonna fuck yourself on it?â
You felt yourself clench down on him at his words, craving the motion of his cock inside of you. But when you reached down, your feet couldnât touch the floor, and you couldnât find leverage to push yourself off of him, much less fuck him, like heâd asked. You tried rolling your hips, but the smallest motion had your clit brushing up against his stomach, overwhelming to the point of pain, combined with how stuffed you were with his cock.
âCanâtâŠâ you managed, frustration lacing your voice, trying to rock your hips again, but the movement produced the same effect. âI need to feel you but I canâtââ
âShhh,â Jake soothed you gently, his hands smoothing from your hips to under your ass. You whimpered as his strong fingers gripped you, spread you, guided your motion over his lap. With your legs spread over his, when he flexed his hips, he pushed so deep in you you swore you could feel him in your throat. Gentle enough to keep you grounded, deep enough to keep you breathless, Jake fucked you slowly.
âHave to do everything for you, donât I, princess,â he murmured, his voice low in your ear. You wanted to protest, but it was true; you felt wrung out and weightless and he was the one who got you that way.Â
Jake laughed, shortly. âGoddamn, I love it though. This cunt is so tight, squeezing me so good, and itâs so hot knowing youâre so weak for it you canât even get yourself off, nah, you need me for that tooâŠâ
Your fingers wound into his hair as you clung to him, drunk on the feeling of his thick cock inside of you, his strong hands lifting you.
âNeed you,â you babbled, repeating his words and Jake grunted when you pulled his hair. His hands drifted up from your ass to the small of your back where the apron was tied.Â
âGet this off, baby,â he ordered, and you let go of his hair to mess with the tie around your neck as well.Â
The apron fell to the floor and Jake hummed in approval as he leaned back to look at you, naked and writhing in his lap, your heels dangling above the floor.Â
âHow the fuck did you think you couldnât be a distraction, baby?â he murmured, leaning forward. His hands returned to your ass, lifting you again, as his mouth closed over your breasts. You moaned, your head falling back, as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. He laved his tongue over you, sucked at you, teased you with his teeth and licked over you, and you were lost in the swirling sensation. Your body was still tingling from your first orgasm but when he rolled your nipple between his teeth, you felt it like a chord tied straight in your cunt. You knew you could get there again, but you knew it would entirely overwhelm you.Â
Unfortunately, Jake knew it too.Â
âWhatâs this, baby,â he mumbled into your breast as he kissed his way to your other nipple. âYouâre already feeling the next one coming, arenât ya, that needy cunt going to come for me again?â
You shook your head, determined to stave it off, but Jake laughed darkly, his lips closing over you and his cheeks fucking hollowing as he sucked you hard.Â
âToo bad itâs not up to you if you come, is it, princess?â
He released you from his mouth, blowing cool air over your breasts and you moaned at the contrast. Jake was back on you in a moment, licking and laving and sucking and nipping at you, and soon your hips were bucking down to meet him, even as your body screamed in protest.Â
âThatâs right, darlinâ,â Jake encouraged, another slow thrust that had you seeing stars. âChasing after me, even when you think you know better. Donât be stubborn, baby, let go.â
You moaned, lifting your head to look down at him. What you saw when you opened your eyesâJakeâs hips thrusting his thick cock into you, his eager tongue lapping at you, his hair glued to his forehead by his sweat and his green eyes dark with desireâyou couldnât help it. You ground down onto him as your orgasm overtook you, slow and breathless and wrecking you. Wetness leaked between your thighs, your legs and core quivering, and you were crying again, or maybe youâd never stopped. Maybe youâd only ever been on Jakeâs lap, his body worshiping and working yours, taking and giving, demanding and pleasing.Â
âFucking hell, baby, you feel so damn good,â Jake groaned, and you pulled him off your chest, needing a break. Jake obliged and leaned back, looking up at you with hooded eyes, jaw slack as you continued to clench around him weakly. He wore the smuggest expression on his face, even though you could see the tightness in his shoulders, as he kept from thrusting into you harder. You knew you looked absolutely wrecked, sweaty and fucked out, but he looked at you like you were the prettiest thing.Â
He thrust up into you, slow and easy, more to keep control of his rhythm, but it pushed a final tremor out of you. You ground down onto him and Jakeâs eyelashes fluttered, the prettiest sight. Â
âBest feeling in the world, baby,â he muttered, his hands smoothing up and down your back, âthat sweet cunt fluttering around me. Think I want to feel it again.â
His words barely registered through the sated heat clogging your brain, but you shook your head, weakly.Â
âItâs too much, Jake,â you whispered. âI canâtââ
His hands froze on your back and the smug expression slid off his face before you realized your mistake. Jake pulled out of you, settling you on his thighs before landing a stinging slap on your clit.Â
You wailed, your body aching from the loss of him and smarting from the slap, not hard enough to hurt but pointed enough to sting. His thumb soothed over you, massaging your swollen clit and it ached, it was perfect, it was too much, you needed more.Â
âPlease, Iâm sorry, please,â you begged, not knowing if you were asking for him to stop or pleading for him to touch you again, and Jake smirked before his hand connected with your pussy again. You moaned, head spinning, body molten and when Jake lifted you again, you couldâve wept in relief when his hard cock pushed into you again.Â
This time his pace was harsh, unrelenting, so fucking deep and strong and you felt like he was rearranging you.
âI am not,â Jake practically growled, gritting out words between deep strokes, âfucking you this good to be treated with disrespect.â
You couldnât find words, couldnât react beyond the sounds babbling out of you, as his cock thrust into you.Â
âAnd I am, arenât I, princess?â Jake panted, his pace increasing. âFucking you so good. Youâre not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, not going to be able to do anything without thinking of how deep I am inside of you, so show some fucking respect and call me by my title.âÂ
He was driving into you, his hips merciless, and your mouth hung open as you shook your head, desperately.Â
âUse your words, baby,â another stinging slap to your clit, and your body jolted. Your traitorous body, overwrought and overwhelmed, rose to meet him as Jakeâs thick cock pushed deeper into you.Â
âAdmiral,â you cried, your body writhing, rejoicing, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Admiral.â
Jake groaned, and he pulled you down sharply onto him. His hips were pistoning up into you, his chest heaving as he drove into you, and all you could do was hang on to him.Â
âThatâs right, angel,â he gritted. âFucking your admiral like a bitch in heat, and this cunt is gonna come for me as many times as I want, because I know how to satisfy her. Whose pussy is this?â
His words ripped over you, filthy and so perfect, and your body reacted to them beyond reason, clenching down on him. You felt raw and you felt healed; you felt like his.Â
âYours,â you sobbed, âitâs yours, Admiral, yours.â
âFuck,â Jake choked, and fell back against the chair again, guiding your hips as he continued to rut up into you. âYou sound so pretty, baby, why does it sound so good to hear you say it?â
You moaned, wordlessly, your hips responding to his guidance. You could feel yourself dripping onto his thighs, drenching the khakis and marking him. Rationale had fled, in its place was pulsing desperation, a searing need for more of Jake, to be consumed by him.
âPlease,â you managed, begging. âPleaseâŠâ
Jake moaned, a long sound that had your stomach clenching and sent another impossible gush of wetness between your legs.Â
âYeah, darlinâ?â he panted. âFuck, you feel so good, what do you need?â
Your whole body was trembling, completely overwrought and on the edge, but his words soothed something deep inside of you. Though the world descended into fire, Jake would take care of you.Â
âNeed you to come,â you sobbed. âPlease, please, need to feel youââ
You felt impossibly fragile, scattered, but it was okay when Jakeâs warm hands smoothed over you. His fingers gripped you tightly and he pulled your hips flush against his as he thrust into you.Â
ââCourse, baby,â he groaned, âasking so sweetly, and youâve been so good for me, youâre always so good for me, fuck âIâm gonna give it you because I know thatâs what you need, oh fuck, here it comes, babyââ
You came before he did, his words washing over you in a wave of white hot heat before you even felt his cock twitch inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. You didnât scream, you didnât cry; you had nothing else to give and your body shook as you came, obedient, unraveled by Jakeâs touch. You were lost, drowning in sensation and the frantic beating of your own heart, unwound and put together by the man in your arms. You felt him around you, vaguely, like a concept. Hands smoothing over your skin, warming you and cradling you, checking you were okay.Â
âOh, baby, baby, you did so good for me,â Jake was saying, his arms wrapped around you. You snuggled into his chest, knowing he knew that now you were sentient again, how close you wanted to be to him. âFuck, I donât deserve you.â
âNot true,â you mumbled into his chest, thinking of how impossible it was that he knew just how to turn you inside out, wring every last drop of pleasure from your body, make you feel cherished even when he was taunting you. Your eyes felt heavy and your body was exhausted; you slumped against his chest and reveled in the tight grasp of his arms around you.
âA little true,â Jake mumbled back, kissing your hair. You nestled into him, emotionally contented, but physically becoming increasingly aware that you were stark naked in a cool office.Â
You were vaguely aware of Jake taking care of youânoticing the goosebumps on your skin, pulling some tissues out of a drawer to wipe up his cum as it leaked out of you, soothing you when you whimpered as he pulled out. You insisted you were fine, but he insisted on carrying you to the bathroom, setting you gently on the countertop as he ran a washcloth under the warm tap, and set about cleaning you up properly.Â
Once you were taken care of, he stripped out of his uniform carefully. He was pretending not to watch you, but you noticed his smug expression fading slightly into concern as you stayed quiet, uncertain if it was sated contentment or discomfort. When he walked back over to you, you brushed his hair away from his forehead, smiling reassuringly.Â
âIâm good, baby,â you told him, and his shoulders dropped in relief.Â
He leaned back against the counter where you were perched, his shoulder almost touching yours. The fact that he wasnât pulling you both into the bedroom, for cuddles and sleep, told you there was something else on his mind, so you waited for him.
Finally, he cleared his throat. âThe apron thingâŠyou know thatâs notâŠI mean, I donât think of you likeâŠâ
He frowned, tripping over himself as he tried to find the words. You leaned over a bit, nudging his shoulder with yours.Â
âWeâve had this conversation before, Jake,â you told him, âitâs about whatâs hot, not whatâs morally upright. I know you donât think of me as a sexpot in heels, just around to get your dick wet.â
Jake huffed, but he smiled.Â
âWell, not just that,â he mumbled and you shoved him, but you both laughed, before he sobered again. âI justâŠI donât know, I know youâre not an accessory to my career, or something. I didnât think about it before, but like, you could be whatever you wanted to be, you know? Like if you wanted to be a housewife, or if you wanted to be an admiral, you could do it, a hundred percent.â
He was rambling, you knew it, and you cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. âAre you trying to mansplain feminism to me right now, Seresin?â
Jake snorted. âEven I know better than that.â
âOkay,â you smiled. âJake, in case the three orgasms didnât give it away, I was into that too.â
He looked at you for a long moment, before his eyes dropped.Â
âYeah?â he asked, a sweet kind of nervousness on his voice that made you lean forward and kiss him.Â
âYeah,â you whispered against his lips.Â
You felt him sigh, finally accepting your reassurances, and the soft look of adoration on his face had you feeling like crying. Youâd done enough of that today, though, so you cleared your throat, sitting back.Â
âSo, a housewife, huh?â you said, raising an eyebrow. âFunny way of proposing, Jacob.â
His jaw dropped, and you laughed at his shocked expression, shoving at his shoulder again. âIâm obviously kidding,â you told him, amused, and a smile worked over his features again.Â
Jakeâs smile grew, the longer he looked at you, but an unfamiliar expression was in his eyes behind it.Â
âObviously,â he echoed, before he pressed his lips together and shook his head. âYou know I love you.â
You did, and your heart soared just as much hearing it as it had the first time heâd said it.Â
âI know,â you told him, leaning forward to kiss him again quickly. âI love you, too.â
Jake hummed contentedly, and a moment later, heâd pulled you off the counter. He walked you to your bedroom, and you snuggled into his chest, loving the way you could hear his heartbeat.
Youâd heard somewhere that human hearts match, that if you listened to a heartbeat for long enough, the rhythms would sync. You didnât have to take your pulse to know that yours was beating in time with Jakeâs, echoes of each other, happy and strong, matching.Â
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So I was doing a bit more sketching of stylized Cookies, though to be honest, the only ones from today and not my original run are Werewolf and Smoked Cheese
Iâm having trouble coming up with eyes right now, as well as just figuring out who I want to draw. Also heads. And how much I want to take creative liberties
Okay so actually Iâm kind of struggling with all of it, but I still want to do it! I just need to figure out how
I stopped because I didnât like how these ones were turning out, but to be honest, those old ones are perfectly fine, aside from maybe Financier, but I think I also drew her like, super early in the morning. Or at some other time, as the comment suggests, I donât really know
I remember a couple of the concepts, like that Pomegranate doesnât have a mouth. She does still speak and such, she just doesnât have a visible mouth. Then with Knight, itâs supposed to be that he looks semi-intimidating with his helmet on, but without he looks pretty normal
Also I decided later that Fire Spiritâs head is just floating around, no neck
I feel like I made Werewolf look a bit silly, but I also kind of like how he looks. I might need to expand on him more
I also drew him and Dark Choco kissing just because darkwolf was on my mind. I remembered that I had previously drawn Dark Choco and Red Velvet kissing, so letâs just say polycule or something between them. Or not, since I still donât have a definitive answer as to who I like to ship Dark Choco with
This is why I keep trying to make OCs to ship Dark Choco with, because I want him to be with someone, but I also donât know who. But then the OCs never get fully designed because of some curse or other, or I end up putting them with a different character, so I keep trying again and again
I know ace Dark Choco can be a thing, and I mean canon wise, I can kind of see it (and also for his dad), but at the same time, I would be very happy if he got a canon love interest and just someone to love him, so I still want to ship him with someone, I just canât decide who!
*ahem* sorry about that tangent, itâs just been on my mind. I have recently become interested in shipping him with Avocado, but I also would like them as just friends or QPR as well, so I donât know if thatâll stick. Might make a fankid at least though
But yeah, uh, just Smoked Cheese left I guess. Originally I was going to draw Avocado but couldnât figure out her eyes, and then it was Elder Faerie but same problem, so now itâs Smoked Cheese. But I really donât know if he turned out well, he might need a new design too
I think I just need a list of characters I want to stylize, so I donât just try to stylize random characters and end up making things harder for myself
Anyways yeah, I guess thatâs it. Hope you like it and sorry for that shipping tangent
#cookie run#financier cookie#pomegranate cookie#dark choco cookie#red velvet cookie#white lily cookie#fire spirit cookie#knight cookie#werewolf cookie#smoked cheese cookie#my art#stylized cookies
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Hello! If you havenât yet I was thinking for fluffy Friday I could leave a suggestion
So Hobie is doing work as reader is watching their favourite slow burn Romcom but readers get all frustrated when the characters that have been pinning over each other for 3 whole seasons still havenât kiss
You can tweak anything about this btw!
Thank you for requesting, angel! â€ïž
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, some swearing, FLUFF.
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âArrghh!â You bite your pillow in frustration. The sound makes Hobie look up from fiddling with his web shooters on the kitchen table.
It's a quiet night in your shared flat, save for the mutterings on the telly and Hobieâs tools clunking and squeaking. The atmosphere is relaxed, added with the smell of popcorn and skittles mixed in, it truly feels like you're in the movies without the company of a large crowd of course. It's just you, Hobie and the couple on your favourite show that's been pining for each other for the past three seasons. Frustration doesn't cut it anymore, you're pissed. You just want them to just kiss and finally start their life together. But alas it just doesn't work like that, the yearning always gets to you, makes your stomach flip from all the tantalizing stares, entertaining banter and lingering touches. You commend the actorsâ chemistry but you would like it very much for them to just snog each other, or at least confess.
You sit with your legs crossed over the other, fluffy socks tickling your bare legs. He looks at the back of your shaking head curiously, the telly's blue light casting a halo around you.
Hobie drops what he's doing, mechanical parts clinking on the wooden table. He turns off his lamp, promptly sauntering over to you. Draping himself over the back of the couch, his body folded in half just to look at the angry face you're making.
âDoes that pillow taste good, lovey?â He picks up a popcorn, flicking it inside his mouth. Chewing, he tugs at the pillow you're currently munching on. âWhy make popcorn when you've got our throw pillow, huh?â
âI'm fucking seethingâ sure enough, you grit your teeth, letting the poor pillow go.
âNot at me right?â
You scrunch your nose, âNo, I'm not mad at you. Why? Is there something you did?â twisting your body, you look behind you, expecting a fire right on the table. It wouldn't be the first time.
You exhale out a relieved breath after finding the kitchen still intact and fire free.
âNo? Not that I can think ofâ Hobie mumbles out.
âWhat's that?â
âNothin'. Why are you mad?â He pokes your side.
âBecause!â You gesture wildly at the telly. âThese bitches are so stupid!â
Hobie laughs loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. âWoah, language!â He jokes, earning you a soft chuckle. âWhat did those âbitchesâ do to make you this angry?â
âThey haven't even confessed to each other yet and it's been three fucking seasons of pining and longing! It's driving me nuts!â You wave your hands dramatically.
He looks at you with a half smile and a twinkle in his eyes the entire time you were ranting. Hobie slides his hand to your upper arm, rubbing affectionately to calm the fire in you.
You sigh, bumping your head to his, leaning towards his touch. âSorry, too much?â
âNah, I like it when you're passionate. Makes me feel normal about me ranting to you aboutâŠwell everythinââ His back aches from the prolonged position, he doesn't mind though because he can still reach over to your cheek to press a soft kiss. Now his neck aches.
âTell me moreâ He grunts, snaking his entire body down towards the couch, head bumping to your legs. You help with your hands over his shoulder and back, guiding him down for a softer landing.
You tell him about the plot from season one to where you're currently caught up. He listens intently, nodding and eating popcorn along the conversation. Hobie replies back a snarky comment or scoff when you're in a particular plot point that is incredibly ridiculous that no one in the world has probably experienced. Still, you and Hobie end up watching the showâs greatest hits and important bits because he insisted himself, he needed to see it with his own eyes. It's safe to say he ended up being invested in the story and characters.
Hobie ends up curled up with you on the settee, blanket draped over your legs that's wrapped in his long ones. His cold feet make you jump when he decides it's a good time to tease you when a boring part comes on. His arms envelope your entire torso, hands hidden under your shirt, resting on the soft skin of your hip.
You're completely relaxed, head resting on his chest, cheek smooshed, hands tracing his sides, eyes slowly drooping. Fighting a yawn, you hear the deep rumble in his chest, an unmistakable chuckle.
Peeking up, you raise an eyebrow questioningly. There was nothing funny happening on the screen, not even a throwaway joke.
Hobie notices your stare, a smirk playing on his lips, you have no idea how the telly's light makes him more handsome, you didn't even know it was possible for him to become more attractive.
âWhy were you even mad? They're just like us before we were togetherâ
You lean back, scoffing, eyebrows knitted together. âNo, we weren't like thatâ
He looks at you with a face that says: are you sure about that?
Gasping, you look like a meteor struck you with realization. Now you remember why some of the (most frustrating) scenes in the show were so familiar to you. Because you lived through it with the man next to you. (He's currently laughing his ass off)
âFuck! We used to be those stupid bitches!â
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