#i'm almost certain i've made this joke before

[rabbiteclair]

let's all just start using epoch milliseconds for simplicity's sake. brunch at 1711897200000, see you all then

[elventhespian]

So like... it's a Thing in all fandoms where fans sort of latch onto fanon versions of characters and their dynamics with each other that are actually completely off-base, right? I don't know if this phenomenon has an official name, but I've seen it so many times and it's fascinated me every time. Especially when a character's popular fanon selves don't end up just diluted from their source material, but straight up OPPOSITE their canon portrayal.

So one of my "favorite" variations on this was how the early PotC fandom used to get Will EXTREMELY wrong, especially in comparison to Jack, and it made finding in-character fics SO. DAMN. DIFFICULT.

I've talked about this MULTIPLE times before, as have several other fans. It's a dead horse being beaten. But basically certain prevalent takes on fanon!Will have in the past leaned towards a personality that was very patient and grounded and even demure to contrast against Jack's off-beat personality and Elizabeth's fiery rebelliousness. Because Elizabeth has the drive to push back against social norms, Will became the foil who fell back to his pre-pirate version, reluctant to break rules unless she pulled him into it, even in post-CotBP timelines. Likewise, Jack was the one with the WTF decision making, while Will was more rooted in reasonable decisions.

And by their appearances, archetypes, and certain elements of their world views, you'd THINK that's how it works. When we meet Will in the governor's foyer, Will is so lovestruck and doe-eyed and subservient to the governor, I think that people thought that's just Who He Is. Especially because he often acts as Jack's straight-man foil in the comedic elements. Straight-laced. Rigid. Even boring or timid.

But if you actually pay attention to the movies, it's very much the opposite. In canon, Jack's USUALLY the level-headed one who just happens to have chaos follow him, because of the way he can wield it. He thinks in long run, tries to solve problems with words and as little fighting as possible as often as he can. Ideal situations for Jack are more like a thief--he wants to be in and out of the job as silently and slick as possible. The scenarios he's in are insane, because the way he throws other people around with those scenarios is kind of insane, but he himself remains largely cool and collected.

That's Jack.

THIS is Will:

Canon!Will starts out literally so impulsive and rash, Jack has to physically manhandle him at certain points to keep him from blowing up his plans--and then still gets taken out because he underestimates his listening skills and impatience. Will corners Jack into what is functionally a cage match to the death by sanely locking the door with his sword and very nearly wins. He is constantly at 11, constantly demanding things be done faster, more directly, and at the same time quietly scheming behind Jack's back almost from the get-go. He does flashy jumps and flips off of things because using the stairs is too slow or whatever. He shows up in DMC yelling at Jack to give him his compass at the point of the sword, and insisting he'll get Davy Jones' key by just "cutting down everyone in his path."

Even when Will mellows out significantly in AWE, there are remnants of this contrast still there. Jack's plan for leading Beckett to Shipwreck Cove seems to have been a very reasonable and underhanded effort to deliberately make sure Elizabeth is inside the Cove while Will is on Beckett's ship, in command of the Compass. Meanwhile Will's plan was to leave a breadcrumb trail of vulture-sea gulls feasting on dead soldiers' corpses.

What I'm getting at is, yeah, Jack's a charismatic "rogue" and Will's a "romantic hero" TECHNICALLY. Jack makes quippy jokes, and Will glares and scowls and WTFs back. But not only are they are both more alike than people give them credit for, they are also totally opposite their roles' traditional personalities in ways that the fandom tends to overlook.

TLDR; Jack's crazy, Will's a sweetheart. But Will is also a manic gremlin, and Jack doesn't always know what to do with him about it, so they often end up something like this:

And more fans need to play with this fact, the end.

[dorabellingham]

Bed breaker

warning: there is a part where if your native language is not english, you can substitute :)

characters: jude x reader

summary: when you decide to do certain things and the bed ends up breaking

may contain spelling and translation errors!

You were relaxing on the couch, wearing a light and comfortable dress, still savoring the unforgettable moments of the day. The apartment was silent, except for the sound of your favorite playlist playing softly in the background. It was already night when you heard the front door open.

—Babe?

Jude called, entering the apartment with his hair still damp from the shower in the locker room after training. He was dressed casually, in a tight black shirt and sweatpants.

You stood up with a smile, going to greet him.

—Here!

Jude wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

—How was the rest of the day? Did you have fun?

—It was perfect. —You answered, feeling his comforting warmth. —And your training?

—Tiring, but nothing I can’t get over. —He pulled you closer, running his hands around your waist, and murmured: —Now all I can think about is how I want to end the day.

You laughed, but you could hear the tone in his voice.

—Oh, yeah? And what would that be like, honey?

He tilted his head, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint.

—I think you already know.

Before you could answer, Jude picked you up, ignoring the shy protests you whispered.

—Jude!

You exclaimed, laughing as he carried you towards the bedroom.

He gently placed you on the bed and climbed in right after, pulling you towards him. The atmosphere quickly changed from playful to intense, with the closeness of you and his slow, determined touches.

You always loved the way he made you feel —special, wanted, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. And in that moment, you knew he was completely focused on you.

Things heated up quickly, the two of you completely forgetting about the world around you. But then, as the rhythm grew more intense, a loud crack echoed through the room, followed by the sound of wood breaking.

You and Jude froze, exchanging confused looks. And then... the bed gave way completely, the mattress sinking to one side as the frame broke.

You let out a yelp of surprise and then began to laugh uncontrollably. Bellingham, who was half on top of you and half trying to balance himself, let out a deep laugh.

—Are you okay, Y/n?

He asked between laughs.

—I am! But the bed clearly isn’t!

You replied, wiping away tears from your laughter.

—That was a sign that we’re too intense.

Jude joked, sitting on the crooked mattress.

You shook your head, still laughing.

—I knew this bed was flimsy, but you took it to another level, babe!

While you tried to compose yourselves, you started talking without thinking, still lost in the fun of the moment.

—It's completely ridiculous... I don't know how this happened

Jude stopped laughing and looked at you with a mixture of surprise and delight.

—What did you just say?

You blinked, realizing what you had said.

—Oh, sorry, it was automatic.

—No, no, keep going. —He asked, still smiling. —I love it when you talk like that. It's been years since I've heard your accent, sweetie.

You blushed, but decided to continue.

—I don't even know what to say. Maybe you should buy a sturdier bed?

Jude laughed out loud.

—I'm sure I'm going to have to buy one now. But you talking like that… I almost don't want you to stop.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile.

—You're really stupid, Jude.

—And I have no idea what that means, but it sounds cute.

He replied, leaning in to kiss you.

After a few minutes of joking and talking, you decided to improvise. Jude pulled the mattress to the floor and adjusted the pillows.

—This will have to do for now. And tomorrow, we'll buy a bed that can withstand our adventures.

You settled down next to him, still laughing lightly.

—I can't believe the bed broke today.

—I'd say it was a memorable way to end the day.

Jude replied, hugging you.

As the rain gently tapped on the window and tiredness finally caught up with you, you realized that, despite the setbacks, you wouldn't trade that moment for anything. You laughed until you fell asleep, promising that the next one would be even more unforgettable—with a new and much more resistant bed.

[urmom3001]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary: Luke has taken a liking to a certain Dionysus girl that he just can't have, but maybe he can change that.

Warnings!: Super fluffy Over protective father, Fem!Dionysus! Reader, happy ending! Pushing loser!Luke agenda...

A/n: I'm trying something new, this is written from my laptop rather than my phone. I think I type faster on here for sure. I really hope that there is no like, difference in the formats and what not. Anyways carry on, hope you enjoy this one :3. - Leafy p.s part 2 is out now!😋😋

Luke watched as you sat at the Dionysus table with your twin brothers and Mr. D. You were so beautiful, the way your hair fell back as you were laughing at something one of your older brothers said.

"Dude, if you want her so bad, then just. I don't know? Talk to her maybe? You look like a creep just staring at her all of the time." Chris said as he flung a piece of broccoli towards Luke.

"Dude! You know I can't that's Mr. D's only daughter, plus she's got two big line backer brothers that'll probably beat me to pulp if I ever did try anything." Luke sighed, looking back at his plate pushing his food around hopelessly.

"Or...maybe, you can just ask Mr. D if you could have her hand?" Chris had suggested. "Besides, the worse he can say is no...and maybe give you bathroom cleaning duty." Chris said.

"Yeah right. He'd probably give me worse." Luke joked. Chris laughed. As he looked back up to look at you again, just to admire you, you were already staring at him. You guys had made eye contact for about .2 seconds before you had already turned back down to your food.

Maybe he had a chance....

"No. Absolutely not." Mr. D said to a very sad Luke now.

"But come on Mr. D, what harm is one date, I'll treat her really well." Luke pleaded with the god, after all, gods love the sound of begging.

"How about-" Mr. D was cut off by a voice Luke knew all to well,

"Hey daddy? Oh." Y/n had stopped at the entry way of Mr. D's office. "Hey Luke," She said timidly, with a slight blush tinting her cheeks.

"Hi Y/n." Luke said with a shy smile.

"No! No! Absolutely not. Luke, I do not give you permission to date or take out, or do anything at all with my daughter.

"But sir-" Luke was cut off, Y/n really had a tendency to cutting people off, it wasn't like it was on purpose.

"But daddy! Why not! Luke's a sweet guy, I've been waiting for him to ask me out for months!" Y/n whined to her dad. She was the baby of her family, and it showed, but what she said about Luke asking her out caught Luke off guard. Had she known about him liking her all of this time? The answer was yes, although Luke was very charming, he wasn't very slick about his feelings of Y/n.

"Sweetheart, please, no boy will ever be good enough for my daughter, and he sure isn't going to be good enough for you but I love the enthusiasm." Mr. D sarcastically remarked.

"Daddy pleaseeee, just give him a chance? For me? I really like him." Y/n pouted and gave her father the best puppy eyes she could. Luke didn't dare to say a word. This was a family discussion. The two stared at each other, almost like a staring contest. Luke could see it in Mr. D's eyes, he was cracking to his daughters pleas. Mr. D let out a sigh.

"Fine!" Mr. D exclaimed. "You two can...date." He said enunciating the word "date" with malicious diction. Y/n exclaimed clapping her hands

"Thank you daddy!" She said as she hugged him and gave him a big smooch on the cheek.

"Thank you sir I-" Luke was cut off again. What is up with these two and cutting people off?

"Yeah Yeah whatever. But I swear to my chair on Olympus, if i hear a little sliver of news that you hurt my babygirl, I can't do anything to you, but her older brothers can." Mr. D reminded Luke.

"Yes sir I," He looked at Y/n who was now beside him and interlocked his hand with hers. She smiled at him. "I won't ever hurt her" Luke stated with confidence.

"Okay, you have my blessing..to take out my daughter." Mr. D reluctantly agreed. The two teenagers with both smiling madly now. "Now get out of here before I change my mind!" He yelled.

"Wait Daddy before I go" Y/n looked her dad in her eyes. "Can you summon me a diet coke? That's what I came here for" She said giggling. Mr. D sighed as a diet coke can popped up in his hands. He handed it to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. After all, he could never say no to his baby girl.

As the couple walked out of The Big House hand in hand, Y/n came to a stop once they got far enough from the listening ears of her father. "So, what's this talk about this date you want to take me on?" Y/n asks Luke. "Well, I didn't really think I would actually get to his point..." Luke admits.

"Well then, pick me up from my Cabin at 7:00 and have something planned. I'll be waiting." Y/n said as she let go of his hand, and tip toed to kiss his cheek, specifically on his scar. "I'll see you then" She giggled after she saw Luke's state.

He was completely red in the face, and shocked. Y/n just shook her head side to side as she walked away. Luke watched her walk away with a hand on the place where she had so gently kissed him. Boy he really hated to see her leave, but he loved to watch her go. This woman is really going to be the death of me...He thought as he watched her figure get smaller, and smaller. Well, he better get to planning.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Gorgeous and cinnamon

B. Barnes x f reader!

Sum: A cute date with the hotie you met online turns into a night of him fucking your brains out after you open up to him about a certain " fella " who did you wrong.

Smut tags/warnings: smutty asf, mentioms of alcohol, first date, reader is kinda implied to be chubby/plus sized, cunnilingus, Bucky's filthy mouth, like a lot of dirty talk... like a lot, flirty/smart ass Bucky, multiple orgasms, biting/clit biting, piv sex, spit, Not beta read!!! By far the most indulgent fic I've ever made.

A/N: The result of Bullet ( me ) listening too way too much Type O Negative for her own good, and also rediscovering Bestkeptsecret and binge listening their audios. This is definitely NOT inspired by them and also Be My Druidess by Type O Negative. ( please listen to that song while reading this. )

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There was this guy you had met on a dating website. His name was James, but he said that his close friends called him Bucky. He was a very polite and well spoken man, but had a tendency to get very sassy. Not only that but he was insanely attractive. He had brown hair that looked a bit outgrown, he had a light beard, beautiful blue eyes, and--strangely enough, had a metal prosthetic arm. He said he had served in the military for a certain amount of time before he was discharged for losing his arm out in battle, which is why he had the prosthetic.

But nonetheless, your date with him had been overall cute and a little bit awkward, but a very good date regardless. You had both had a couple drinks that night, and now, were both in his apartment, sitting on his couch as you talked more about what your lives were like. And this Bucky guy? He was very interesting to learn about.

The apartment was almost completely dark, the only light source being the lamp on the accent table next to the couch and the many candles lit around the room. It was a comfy sort of vibe. The lights casted the room in a faint golden glow, the burning incense giving the apartment a warm, cinnamon-y scent.

As you sat on his bizarrely comfortable white sofa with a glass of white wine in your hands, your past serious conversation about his injury in battle steering into a light-hearted conversation about your past dates.

" Did you ever date when you were in the military? " You asked him with a grin, sipping down on the alcohol in your hands. You imagined it would be hard with how women never trained with men. He chuckled at the question.

" I dated a lot, actually. " He answered, following you by taking a sip of his drink. " I used to be a dog, but now that I'm old, things are a bit different. " He added after he swallowed down the alcohol, smiling at his own joke. You smiled when he smiled, resting your elbow against the headrest of the sofa.

" How old are you, again? " You asked him, unsure if you had even asked him in the past. His brows furrowed and his eyes drifted off yours. He was really hoping that he could avoid that question. For a moment, his mind was sent into a panic before he quickly said, " 37. "

You quirked a brow at him skeptically and took another sip of your wine, smiling.

" You sound unsure. " You teased him, taking another sip before you set your drink down. He shook his head with a laugh.

" No--I--sorry, I just... " He stammered, trying to find the right words without seeming absolutely ridiculous. You were holding back a laugh. " I just turned 37, so I'm still kind of used to saying im 36. " He lied, making gestures with his left hand as his right heald his drink. His finger was lightly tapping against the glass anxiously. He gulped hard before he parted his lips to speak again.

" You're 36, right? " He asked. You snorted.

" Oh god, do I really look that old? " You laughed, leaning forward a bit as you did so. Bucky blinked a few times, tilting his head to the side, afraid that he had just offended you. You noticed the freaked out expression in his face, and you took a sip of your wine and cleared your throat.

" I'm 34. " You told him, this time without all the laughter. He shrugged, feeling slightly better about himself.

" I wasn't that far off. " He smirked before downing the rest of his drink. You let out a tiny laugh at that, running your finger around the rim of your glass. He set his glass down on the table and popped his fingers with a sigh.

" So, what about you? Do you do a lot of dating? " He asked you, looking you up and down. You almost laughed at that too, but really the question was a lot sadder than it needed to be.

" No. " You responded, your eyes drifting off onto the wall. " Fella done did me wrong. " You lightly joked, your fingers curling around the skirt of your blue wrap dress. The smile on Bucky's face faded. Your eyes flicked back onto his, and he didn't really know how to comfort you. So, he reached out for your hand and he ran his thumb up and down your knuckles softly.

" I guess I just got over being alone for so long and decided I needed a new partner. "You told him, blushing as you looked down at your knees. His thumb lightly ghosted over your skin, almost barely there as he gave you a sympathetic smile.

" Not uh... Not a lot of guys would want to go out with a girl who looks like me. " You said quietly, your knuckles turning white as your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress tightly. " Last fella I had broke up with me tellin me he only liked me for my boobs in the first place. "

Bucky felt a slight sting in his chest as you spoke to him. You were scoffing at the thought of it, but he was just left there feeling utterly terrible for you.

" Well that man's a fuckin' idiot. " His hand squeezed yours as he spoke, his eyes looking into yours intensely. His words made you feel something warm inside, and you couldn't help yourself from blushing. " He doesn't know what he's missing out on. "

You looked up at him, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth anxiously. Your eyes locked, and the air around you thickened with tension.

" I think you're beautiful. " He said, blue eyes raking up and down your body before stopping back at your eyes. You gulped hard at the compliment. The both of you were unsure of what was going to happen next, but all Bucky knew was that he was just going to take whatever you gave him and run with it.

" I mean seriously. " He looked you up and down again, his breath nearly catching in his throat as he admired you. " You are the most stunning woman I've ever laid my eyes on. And I've dated a lot of women in my day. "

The second compliment hit you like a freight train, and you found yourself almost wanting to curl yourself in a ball and hide from him out of embarrassed. Not in a negative way, but in a positive way. Not because it was forced or anything but because it felt so real and genuine.

" Thank you. " You responded, bowing your head with a wife smile you tried to hide by biting your lip. Your cheeks felt so hot, and you felt like a fool for getting so worked up over on tiny compliment. But then, you felt his fingers hooking under your chin, forcing your gaze back onto his, and that--that gave you a reason to be so worked up.

" Can I kiss you, gorgeous? " He asked, his voice barley a whisper as he looked down on you with a faint smile. The words, including the pet name--especially the pet name, sent a warm sensation to pool beneath your abdomen. You blinked a few times, a bit reluctant and unsure at first, but you eventually gave in with the nod of your head.

He smiled, and pulled you closer to him, lowering his hand to the side of your neck as he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle and slow at first. His lips felt so soft and warm against yours that you swore you could melt into him. His thumb slowly began tracing the collum of your throat as his lips pecked yours, pulling at them gently. And then, he titled his head to kiss you deeper, his kisses getting a bit sloppier and wetter by the second. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue darted out to swipe your lips. You eagerly let him in, and the moment his tongue touched yours, a shiver ran down your spine.

Your hand went down to his chest, feeling his heart besting fast against your palm as his tongue moved against yours.

Bucky's metal arm fell down to your hip, gripping it gently as his lips drifted from your mouth, to your cheeks, down to your jaw. You moaned softly as his lips drifted to the crook of your neck. He opened his mouth, grazing his teeth against your pulse point lightly before he began kissing on it.

You gripped his shirt tightly, another little moan leaving your mouth as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. Your moans and the growing arousal in his jeans both told him not to stop, but he couldn't continue on the way he wanted to on the first date. So, he pulled away--rather suddenly.

" I'm so sorry. " He apologized, clearing his throat. " I got carried away. I shouldn't-- " you cut him off.

" Is this what you want? " You asked him, immediately silencing him. He blinked for a minute, confused.

" Is this what you want? " He repeated with emphasis on the word you.

" Yes. Yes, it is. "You responded with the nod of your head.

The second he got that confirmation from you, his lips were back on yours, this time mercilessly kissing you hard. Bucky's metal hand trailed up your plump stomach, caressing your skin lightly before coming up to cup your breast. You moaned loudly into his mouth, your arousal becoming evident in your panties.

" Come here, gorgeous. " He growled into your mouth, picking you up by your thighs and standing up with you in his arms. His strength was unmatched, and the fact that he was able to carry you so swiftly without breaking a sweat honestly freaked you out a bit.

But you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to pepper your face with kisses as he carried you off to his room. He opened his bedroom door and kicked it back shut behind him as he walked in. The room was dark, but there was a little led lamp on his bedside table that shun the color blue.

He gently laid you down on the edge of his queen sized bed and kneeled on the ground between your legs. You propped yourself on his bed by your arms, your hands almost slipping on the silky red sheets over his bed. Bucky pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist, revealing more of your skin to him. His large, rough hands glided down to your thighs.

His eyes flicked up to yours from his spot between your thighs and he gave you a wandering expression as his fingers tugged on your biker shorts.

" Can I take these off, sweetheart?" He asked you in his deep, smooth, sexy voice, his voice sweet enough to persuade you to do anything. You eagerly nodded your head, anticipating the moment you were able to feel his tongue against you.

His fingers swiftly hooked onto your shorts and slid them down your legs.

He could not believe how gorgeous you were. Seriously, he was salivating at his mouth just looking at you.

The moment he looked up and saw the lacy black panties you were wearing, his smile only grew.

" Oh baby, " he nearly growled, parting your plump thighs to get a better look at the clothed pussy he was sure was going to eternally his. " Did you wear these for me? " He cooed, his voice low and deep, almost whisper-like as he ran his flesh hand down your pelvic bone, feeling the lace under his palm.

You looked down, only to have your eyes be stolen by his heated gaze.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your inner thigh sweetly as his fingers slipped down your center, his two middle fingers gliding smoothly between your pussy lips.

Then, his head went back down between your plump thighs like a pretty little sunset, and he planted a soft kiss to your pussy through your panties.

" Mm.. fuck, " he moaned, giving your clothed core another kiss. " Bet this pretty little pussy has been aching for me since you walked in through the front door. " He purred, lightly grazing his teeth against the spot on your panties where your clit would be. You nearly jolted at the sudden contact. Butterflies filled your stomach an you could practically feel yourself getting wetter.

You didn't even have your panties off yet, and he was still able to get you equally as riled up you would be without them by just pressing a kiss to your clit through your panties. His thumb worked beneath his lips, the tip of his thumb gently pushing in and out of you, though not too far with the barrier of your panties. He leaned back, removing his lips from you momentarily while he moved his thumb back up and down your slit.

" Geez, " he chuckled, roughly rubbing your clit in tiny circles, making a tiny moan slip out of you. " You're so wet. " He comments with amazement, tilting his head to the side, looking down at your pretty pussy in awe. " Can't even imagine what she looks like without these on. "

He smirks to himself smugly as he settles his head back between your thighs, like he was proud of what he had just said to you. His lips brushed against your slit, his thumb prodding in and out of you slowly. He pulled his head back for a seconds and then, without warning, spat onto your pretty laced underwear. You were a bit caught off guard by it, since it was also not really something you had guys do to you before. But did you love It? Fuck yes.

He rubbed it in with his thumb, the contact of his thumb moving more liquid around your already soaked folds making you ache. His eyes flick up to meet yours. He can tell you're a bit surprised.

" Did you like that? " He asked, his thumb flicking up and down your clit. Your breath nearly caught in your throat.

" Oh yes. " You responded breathlessly with the nod of your head, your plump thighs squeezing his arm. He smiled.

" Good. " His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, and, without a second thought, ripped them off your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Once his attention was directed back onto you, his eyes traveled all the way down to your pretty little pussy which was glistening with juices that he couldn't wait to suck off of you.

" Fuck, sugar... " He rasped, running his thumb down your dripping folds. You whimpered softly at the contact, biting your finger, anticipating the moment where he stuck his fingers inside you.

" You're wetter than I imagined. " He chuckled breathlessly, leaning back down between your thighs to lick a long strip down your slit. Your hips shuddered at the touch, nearly jolting at the contact and how good it felt.

For a moment, he stopped speaking, just so that he could really put his focus and attention into you. He was so gentle and slow with you at first, but as he really got into it, he got messier and louder.

He had two thick middle fingers filling your cunt completely as his lips worked on your clit. His fingers kept brushing and flicking against a particularly spot inside of you that made a loud, wet clicking noise as he moved against you. It felt so obscene for you, yet so dangerously good at the same time.

" Hear that, sweetie? " He asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked up at you. He was totally grinning at you, even if you could barley see him. " So juicy and sweet, baby. " He purrs, flicking his tongue up and down your aching pearl.

" And so wet. Fuck. " He drawled out that last part slowly, the low vibrations from his deep voice sending waves of pleasure through your body. His fingers curled into you deeper, prodding against a spot inside of you that made cute little squelching noises around his fingers. The small detail made you blush deeply and made your little pussy flutter each time he touched you.

And just when you thought things couldn't get better, his lips closed around your tiny bud, sucking at it gently and eliciting a loud moan out of you. You bit on one of your fingers, sending your free hand to slide in the man's hair, tugging at it gently.

" Oh fuck, Bucky, " you moaned gutteraly, your thighs clenching around his face. " Feels so--ah--good. " You were completely breathless beneath him, your words broken up by your desperate, loud moans. He chuckled darkly before he began bobbing his head up and down your pelvic bone, sucking down greedily on your cunt.

You bit your lip, your back arching off the bed, hips bucking towards his face, begging for more. And did he give you more? Oh, yes he did.

His face was completely twisted in pure and utter concentration as he tried to search for your sweet spot, removing his mouth from you for a second so he could focus on your pretty cunt.

His long fingers shifted and moved a little bit further inside of you, and they began lightly making scissoring motions inside you. You mewled loudly, your hands tugging at his hair as his fingers moved inside you. He pulled his fingers back a bit and slowly began flicking his fingers up and down your wet walls, hitting your most sensitive spot perfectly. You let out a surprised gasp, your thighs clenching around his arm as he repeatedly began moving his fingers against your sweet spot.

" Heh. Found it. " He grinned proudly, settling his face back between your legs, licking a long strip down your sensitive folds before flicking up your clit. Your hips began stuttering against his head as he sucked down on your aching bud, his fingers working with his tongue to drive you off the edge.

He stilled his fingers for a moment, keeping them right where he needed but unmoving, before his lips wrapped all around your tiny pussy, and he shook his head side to side. You moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed as he sucked your flesh into his mouth, his fingers beginning to move against you again.

" You like that? " He asked you from between your legs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours through his brows. You panted heavily, your chest heaving up and down with your legs trembling around his face.

You could feel a familiar, warm sensation pool in your lower abdomen, and it became apparent to you in that moment that you were getting close to orgasm. Bucky would sense it too. Given the way your sex was started to contract and pull into his fingers tightly, he could tell that you were almost there.

" Come on, gorgeous. " He encouraged, pushing your legs further apart so he could explore new angles with his tongue. His fingers tried a faster, rougher pace on you, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down your clit. You bit down on the side of your hand to prevent the loud moans that were threatening to escape your mouth.

" Gimme that, " he growled, hitting that sweet spot in you harder. " Come on, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cummin' all over my face. "

And you didn't need further encouragement. Because just like that, within the snap of a finger, you were coming down on him hard, your orgasm hitting you like a car doing 90 miles per hour.

Bucky withdrew his fingers from you and lapped up every little dribble of cum you had to offer to him like it was the best thing he'd ever had tasted. His tongue rolled up your soaked, cum-covered folds, licking up drop in long lines across your slit. You moaned softly as he did so, your hands relaxing against his scalp as your body began to relax.

When he rose back up from your shaking thighs, his chin and nose where glistening with your essence. It was dropping off the little strands of facial hair he had, and he chuckled at the feeling of it as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his white dress shirt.

" God, that pussy had some things to tell me. " He joked with a soft laugh, standing from his spot on the floor. He leaned over you on the bed, bending down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and the both of you moaned into each other's mouth.

Bucky stood back up and bit his lip as his hands went to his belt buckle. His eyes wandered from the dripping mess between your thighs to the reddened mess that was your face.

" Are you alright with getting fully undressed? " He asked you, taking his leather belt fully out from the belt loops of his pants. You thought about the question for a moment, honored that he was even giving you an option.

" Yes. " You responded, nodding your head along.

" Great. " He said, undoing his black tie by taking it out of it's knot. He tossed the tie somewhere off onto the floor, and his fingers quickly moved to undo the first four buttons of his shirt.

" Stand up and turn around. " He instructed, stepping back to give you some space while he worked on the rest of his shirt. You happily did as told, though rather shakingly and weakly from how he had just treated your pussy.

Bucky's hands coming into contact with your back was not what you were expecting, but you let it happen. His fingers moved down to untie the little bow you had made with the belt of your wrap dress. Looking it it strangely made him happy and he felt bad that he had to undo it. He gripping the puffy sleeves of your dress and gently began rolling your dress off your body until it pooled to your feet

He ran his hands down the sides of your body, his lips hovering just above your shoulder, his breath warm on your neck as he touched you.

Bucky's fingers went to the black laced bra you were wearing, and gently unhooked it, freeing it from your body. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing you gently while he rolled the straps of your bra off your arms. Once off you completely, he let it drop to the floor before he spun you around to face him. He pecked your lips, his metal hand resting on your thigh for a split second, making you shiver under his palm.

" Lay back down on the bed, gorgeous. " He instructed, looking down at you with a smug smile as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. You gulped hard, climbing back into his bed, looking at him looking at you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you and how absolutely gorgeous you were, and the same thing went with you towards him.

When he took off his shirt you had noticed a few things. One, he was Incredibly fit--which wasn't surprising considering he used to serve the military, two, he wore what you believed to be his dog tags around his next, and three, he had some really sexy chest hair. He noticed you staring at him; he wanted you to stare.

" Enjoying the view, pretty? " He asked you with a cocky tone, nodding at you with a quirked brow and a complacent smirk. You bit your lip and you looked back up at him.

" I'm enjoying everything you're offering me. " You told him, spreading your legs for him a bit as he unzipped his black dress pants. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, filling your ears like honey and gravel.

" Oh, look at you. " He said slowly, his eyes falling down to your pussy and he pushed his pants off. " Being so obedient like the good girl I know you to be. "

Bucky stripped himself of his boxers, kicking his clothes to the side afterwards for more room. Your eyes immediately made contact with his hard, thick cock, beaded with a little white droplet of pre-cum. You could feel yourself salivating at the look of it, and when he began crawling up your body on his bed, you could only feel that hunger for him increasing.

He captured your lips in another harsh kiss, settling himself comfortably between your thighs. You reached your hand out for his cock and gave him a couple of slow pumps. He moaned into your mouth, pleased at the contact. You lifted your hips off the bed, and you let go of him so he could deal with the rest on his own. However, Bucky was a very independent man. He could figure out pretty much anything without even trying that hard.

He slowly inched his cock into you, careful not to hurt you as he stretched you. He sunk deeper into you until he had gotten to a point where he felt like you were comfortable and that he could actually fuck you knowing you were comfortable.

You moaned quietly as he leisurely, slowly rolled his hips against yours, taking all the time he needed. You grunted at places your hands on his broad shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist, welcoming him deeper into you. The both of you moaned, closing your eyes and giving yourselves to the moment completely.

Your pussy felt so utterly good and perfect wrapped around Bucky's cock. The way you squeezed him so tightly let the both of you know that he was gonna be inside you for a very long time, and he was.

" Oh sugar, that feels so good. " He moaned, sinking his cock further into you, fucking you at a new-found, faster pace. You whimpered softly, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

" Fuckin' perfect pussy, right here, that's for sure. " He chuckled, moving his flesh hand between your thighs to toy with your clit a bit. You gasped out loud, your back immediately arching off the bed at the sudden sensation. Loud and wet clicking sounds were heard from your soaked cunt as he increased the pace ay which he fucked you at.

" See? " He panted. " Pussy' tryna tell me something. "

He only got faster.

His cock pushed and pulled out of you, dragging across every single inch of you. Each time he slammed back into you, your moans would only grow. But for a moment, and only for that one night, he hushed you. He put his index finger against your puffy lips, dragging his cock so incredibly close to your sweet spot.

" Shh, baby. Lemme get a listen on her. " He told you before removing his finger from your lips. Once you had reluctantly closed your mouth, he wasted no time than to go further and faster. You bit back a very loud moan, your toes curling in the air as he fucked you hard and deep, just want you needed.

Bucky let his head fall back, his mouth gaping open as he let the sounds of your aching, wet pussy squelching around his cock fill his ears.

" Oh yeah, gorgeous. " He rasped, a wicked laying on his lips. " Fuck, so good for me. " He then praised, leaning down to kiss you, letting himself get loose a bit more and absolutely ruin you. He put his metal hand down on your tummy, keeping it there for a moment while his cock when absolute mayhem on you.

His cockhead kissed and embraced every single spot inside you and filled you oh so sweetly. He was not kind with the sys he moved, either. So when he picked up his pace yet again and slammed into you, he did it hard and it did it fast with little thought put into it.

" You're taking me so well, gorgeous. "He whispered to you, kissing your neck softly while fucking you hard. Your back was arching off the bed, and you couldn't do anything but just lay there, take him and moan nice and pretty. But, at this point, you were ugly moaning. You were choking on your moans, grilling his shoulders, crying out, almost on the verge of tears.

And then, that little warm feeling started to pool at your abdomen, and Bucky was feeling it too.

" You gonna cum soon, pretty girl? " He asked, nibbling at your ear, making you shiver and giving your pussy butterflies. Your nails dug into your back as his cockhead began repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Eventually you nodded against his shoulder, and that was all he needed.

He took your tiny, trembling hands in his, pinning them down onto the bed next to your head, allowing him deeper penetration. The both of you moaned, and Bucky leaned his head back for a moment, savoring the last few minutes he had inside you.

" Let's try to come together. " He suggests, reaching between your legs to give you an extra push by rubbing your clit in harsh circles.

" Fuck, " you whimpered, your face contorted in pure pleasure, hips stuttering against his. " I'm gonna... Ah, so close. " You barley made out a sentence, but Bucky knew what you were trying to say even through your weak word salad.

" I know. " He rasped. " Me too, baby. "

And soon enough, a little thick, milky white ring came up to form around his cock. Bucky could help but chuckle at it as you came down on him for the last time that night, your own orgasm inspiring his. Once he felt it was time, he pulled out of you and let it all come out on your thick thighs. The both of you laughed and chuckled breathlessly for a moment, trying to process what what just happened between the both of you. And when you had caught your breaths, he caught your gaze and grinned.

" That was amazing. " He told you, leaning in to kiss you deeply. His sweaty, warm palm came up to caress your cheek.

" I want you to do something for me. " He told you, moving his lips next to your ear and nibbling your earlobe. You hummed in response, moving your hair back to give him more access.

" From the day forward, " he began, sucking down on your racing pulse point. " Everytime you touch yourself... I want you to think about me. " Bucky's hand slipped back down between your legs as he continued, picking up your slick on his thick fingers. " And how good it felt to have me between your legs. "

He whispered that last part, his fingers stopping dead at your clit, unmoving.

" Do you understand? "

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter one

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): none

series masterlist; next part

The atmosphere surrounding the students on the Hogwarts Express differed massively in comparison to your fifth year last year, when everyone was wholly against Harry. Now, however, people whispered in their compartments about how he was right, the Dark Lord had returned. How everything was changing, especially with the rising death toll, wizard and muggle combined.

You were walking to the designated Prefect's compartment, which sat in the middle of the train, with Hermione at your side, your blue and bronze tie clashing with her burgundy and gold one. Your presence at the Ministry that summer prompted the two of you to be topics of few conversations, you sent glares their way.

"What do you think will happen this year?" the Gryffindor girl asked as you both made your way through the throngs of students in the hallway.

"Considering we almost died in June?" you say, a frown painting your face as your mind brings you back to your traumatic time in the Department of Mysteries to aid Harry in saving (and failing to do so) his Godfather. "We'll probably face certain death this year, Mione."

Hermione swatted your arm in feined annoyance at your attempt of a joke. "Don't put that thought into existence Meadow."

You only shrugged as you held the compartment door open for her. Ron was already waiting inside, glaring at Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson, who were sat diagonally across from him.

Unlike your Gryffindor companions, you had no issues with the two snakes, in fact they were two people you would consider your closest friends, if it wasn't for the prejudice that went both ways – from your friends and some of their's.

"Stop glaring holes into the sides of their heads, Ron." you scold. "I've told you before, they're my friends. They won't do anything to you."

He said nothing, but he did stop his glaring in favour of greeting the two of you.

The Prefect meeting went on for over an hour and you found yourself zoning out multiple times.

You're going to miss out on important information if you keep daydreaming, tesoro. Theodore. You admired that he was as talented as he was, but it was annoying when he would invade your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Stay out of my head, Teddy.

But it's so fun, and so easy. He smirked and turned his attention back to the Head Boy, who was busy assigning roles to the new fifth year prefects. Pansy nudged Theo's arm, breaking his concentration, as she was obviously using her own legillimens ability to berate him. She offered you a smile in apology, which you returned with one of your own.

You'd taken to learning legillimens at the start of fifth year, having read about it in a book you'd taken from the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. You also wanted to protect your mind, especially with the knowledge that Voldemort was back after Harry had returned with Cedric Diggory's dead body at the end of your fourth year.

"Now onto you sixth years." the Head Girl announced. "Like last year, you're going to be paired off for nightly patrols."

She began pairing you off one by one. Hermione was with Ernie Macmillan; Ron was paired with Hannah Abbot; Pansy with your Ravenclaw counterpart and Theodore was paired with you. She then paired off the seventh year prefects before the Head Boy dismissed you all.

~∞~

Ron yawned as he stepped into the corridor. "Thank Merlin that's over. I'm starving."

"You're always hungry, Ronald." Hermione muttered as she walked out behind him, rolling her eyes at his usual ramblings, causing you to laugh at his expense.

"My my, it's a wonder why Dumbledore chose you to be a prefect with that attitude, Weasley." Theodore spoke up from behind you, Pansy at his side, once again shooting you an apologetic smile.

"Piss off, Nott." Ron snarked, turning to face your snickering Slytherin friend, about to take a step towards him when you put a hand on his chest.

"Leave it Ron. He's only trying to get a rise out of you. I'll meet you both in the compartment in a bit." you say, turning to face a smirking Theo with a berating glare.

"Wanted to get me alone, tesoro? Finally. I've waited all these years." he said with a grin, stepping towards you as your Gryffindor friends reluctantly left.

"Don't flatter yourself, Teddy." you say with an eye roll before you turned to Pansy and brought her into a hug. "I've missed you Pans. Good summer?"

"Abysmal." she muttered, sharing a not-so-subtle look with Theo. You looked between them questioningly.

"What happened?" you ask.

Exchanging glancing, they seemed to come to an agreement and Pansy grabbed your hand, dragging you into the closest empty compartment. Theo followed behind the two of you, closing the door and spelling it from unwanted listeners.

"What's with the secrecy? Guys?" you look between them growing more confused by the second.

"Before I tell you, you have to understand, I didn't have a choice, none of us did." Theo emphasises. "I consider you one of my best friends, tesoro. But what I'm about to reveal....it cannot under any circumstances leave this room."

You look at him confused, but the nagging thought that had haunted you all summer suddenly creeped up on your subconscious. Your eyes widened.

"No. Theo don't tell me-" you stutter and he looks away ashamed.

His son is my best friend. My father wants to get into his good graces, I had no choice. Even his voice in your head sounds despondent.

"Oh Teddy." you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tight.

"I'm to receive the mark during the Christmas holidays." he mumbles dejectively into your hair. "Hell of a Christmas present."

"How good is your legillimens ability?" Pansy asks you. "Can you block people out."

"I have my thoughts locked away into a little mental box, but I'm still working on fully blocking people out." you say, pointedly looking up at Theo, who smiles innocently at you.

"You'll need to practice it then." she says resolutely, but the look on her face indicates nothing pleasant. "Mattheo can help you."

You scoffed. "There is no way Riddle will willingly help me. His father's biggest threat is one of my best friends."

"And you're one of our best friends, Meadow." Pansy says. "Our loyalty to eachother goes both ways. He'll help you, he's the most advanced at it, besides Snape and Dumbledore of course. Trust me."

"What about Harry?" I ask. "And Ron and Hermione, the Order. What am I meant to tell them. They won't be thrilled that I'm taking lessons from you-know-who's son."

"You'll tell them that you're tutoring Mattheo. It's a believable lie. He's shite at Ancient Runes, no matter how much I try to help him." Theo says, nodding his head as a plan forms in his mind. That was true. You don't know how Riddle was still enrolled in that class. "We've already discussed this becoming a possibility. He's more than willing."

"Why are you trusting me with this?" you question, staring between your two friends.

"Like it or not, you're our one way ticket to the right side of this war, tesoro. You know as well as I do that Potter needs as much help as he can get. And you need to protect your mind so that the Dark Lord can't get into your head." Theo says.

"So are you in?" Pansy asks as she heads towards the door. "Because there's no backing out from here, and I really don't want to obliviate one of my dearest friends."

You know the risks. You don't know what this will mean for your current friendships. But you know that Theodore is right. To help Harry, he'll need as much help as possible. Having Theo and Pansy on your side could be a turning point in this brewing war.

"I'm in." you say, nodding your head in agreement. "Just keep the snarky comments to a minimum about Ron, Mione and Harry, please. And relay that message to the rest of your friends too."

"Already done, tesoro." Theo says, ruffling your hair, grinning when you swat his hand away.

You question what he means for a moment when the back of your skull begins to burn with a dull ache. You cradle the back of your neck with your hand, wincing at the sting as Mattheo's deep, raspy voice fills every corner of your mind.

Lessons start tomorrow night, Princess. Don't be late.

He was already in your head, you sighed. It was going to be a long year.

~∞~

You reached the compartment that your other friends occupied at the same time that Harry and Neville seemed to be leaving it.

"Where are you two off to?" you ask as the two boys move away from the open doorway.

"To meet Professor Slughorn." Neville said, although he looked a mixure of nervous and confused.

"Who the hell is that?" you look at Hermione as you go inside, leaving Harry and Neville on their venture.

"New Professor, apparently." she replied. "What took you so long?"

You knew that your friends, minus maybe Harry, had little to no legillimens skills, but nevertheless, you cleared your mind of the conversation you'd had with Theo and Pansy.

"Well Pansy likes a gossip." you said flipantly as you pulled out a book from your never ending bag. "How else are we to know everything that goes on outside of our little circle, now that Lee Jordan is no longer in school?"

Ron and Hermione smile at that, before Ron's face drops.

"Listen, be careful around them this year, yeah." he said, his voice low. "We went to see Fred and George's new shop and watched Malfoy go into Borgin and Burke's with a bunch of known Death Eaters."

Your heart dropped. Theo would be participating in those meeting come Christmas time. That must mean that Draco was already involved.

"Well you know what sort of things they sell there." you say hesitantly. "It probably doesn't mean anything."

Hermione scoffed. "Try telling that to Harry. I think he's convinced that Draco and Riddle have been inducted."

You fall silent shortly after that. The conversation only picking up again when Neville came back to the compartment, Ginny following behind him.

Harry was nowhere in sight.

~∞~

Harry was awol for the rest of the trainride.

When the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop in Hogsmeade station and you all found a carriage to settle in, he still wasn't there.

"Where on Earth is he?" Mione muttered as the thestrals, that were no longer invisible to you all after Sirius' death, pulled onto the winding road up to the castle.

"He's probably already in a carriage and didn't wait for us. Wouldn't be the first time." Ron assured, although his face betrayed his words as he looked as worried as you and Hermione.

You were unconvinced, and more so when you split off towards the Ravenclaw table when the three of you arrived to the Great Hall and saw, not to your surprise, Mattheo Riddle with bloody and bruised knuckles. As you sat beside Luna Lovegood you felt that same prickling sensation that you did on the train. He was watching you, and he continued to watch you with his cold, unbothered stare through the sorting ceremony and Dumbledore's speech.

Your attention was brought to the doors of the Great Hall where Harry seemed to materialise, Snape's looming figure behind him. But what you noticed the most in the bright glow of floating candles that bothered you more than his lack of punctuality, was the bloody tissue he was dabbing at his recently-fixed broken nose, which he did not have when you last saw him hours earlier.

People stared and whispered as he made his way to where Ron and Hermione were sitting. But your attention was pulled to where Crabbe and Goyle were sat snickering from their seats beside Draco. You narrowed your eyes at Riddle, who was still looking at you.

Got a staring problem, Princess?

Merlin he infuriated you. You focused on him as you thought of your response.

Did you do that to his face?

He smirked. Did I do what?

You didn't give him a response, instead turning your attention to Theo, who was chatting to Lorenzo Berkshire. Did Riddle do that to Harry? You asked and you watched as Theo startled before maintaining the same facade of conversation.

No. It was Draco. Harry was eavesdropping his conversation with Blaise. Matt was with me and Enzo.

Your question was answered, but you were still left unsatisfied. And Riddle's stare had not faltered, which added to your growing bad mood.

Stop fucking staring at me, Riddle. And stay out of my head.

He smirked wickedly and finally looked away, taking the prickling sensation along with him.

~∞~

first post on tumblr after lurking for a year 🫢

i've been a little hyperfixated on the slytherin boys (particularly theo and mattheo) so i thought i'd try out writing a short(ish) fic, but i couldn't be bothered with wattpad (i'm procrastinating finishing a fic on there lol)

i'm also writing this instead of finishing uni assignments that are literally due at the end of the week whoops

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 - 𝗭𝗼𝗿𝗼 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Hey, hey! Here's another contribution from the drafts. I meant to get this out earlier but I've been overthinking it haha. I'm still new to writing smut and I tend to write and rewrite, not to mention I've only just recently picked up writing again after years of doing it intermittently. I'll probably do what I always do and edit it for redundancies, mistakes, etc. This is almost pure NSFW but I did add a little prelude and a fluffy ending. Nothing crazy. Hope you enjoy!

CW: NSFW!! Gendered terms for reader (female); breeding kink; creampie; p in v; mention of overstimulation; use of term 'daddy'; actual talk of starting a family

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Zoro wants kids. You wouldn't think it, given his typical demeanor, the way he interacts with kids, the big goals he has for his life. He's always liked the idea of little children running around, though - sparring with them, arguing, playing games, and telling stories. Yeah, Zoro wants kids. A family.

So, when you laugh at a comment Sanji makes in disgust about ‘a bunch of stupid green-haired babies popping out of you,' you have to do a double-take at Zoro's response. 

“Yeah? What's so funny about that?”

You blink, a stupid smile still stuck on your face from when you were keeling over at Sanji's remarks. The laughter slowly dies, though, as you start to process his words. There’s something deadly serious about Zoro’s tone that makes your smile fade.

“Wait, what?” You ask, your attention fully turned towards the grumpy demeanor of your boyfriend sitting beside you.

You'd both been sitting in the galley of the Sunny, Zoro only following you in because you were insistent on talking to the curly-browed cook to see if he needed help setting up for lunch. Idle conversation and jokes that had been made seemed mostly tuned out by Zoro. You weren't even sure he was listening until the comment he just made.

“I said ‘what's so funny?’ Don't you wanna have my kids?” Zoro retorts. 

Sanji’s just as surprised as you are, but he lets out a small snort before taking a long drag from his cigarette. “Who would want to have your brats, mosshead?” 

“Who asked you, shit cook? Where the hell is lunch, anyway?” 

Sanji grumbles under his breath, something about Zoro being a lazy jackass, but he reluctantly pads back off to the stove where he has food cooking for the upcoming mealtime. Sanji’s reaction isn’t even on your radar, though. You’re still reeling from Zoro’s question and the tone in which he said it.

“Zoro. You're kidding.” You say, your voice even. “What, you mean - you want kids?” 

“Yeah.”

It's so blunt, treated as something so obvious that you almost feel like you’re in a different reality. You stare at each other quietly, and you're not entirely sure but you swear you can see the gears in Zoro's head turning as well. It’s a pretty big step in your relationship, all things considered. You two had barely broached the topic of marriage once or twice, and those conversations weren’t particularly enlightening about what the future holds for you. But…kids. Zoro…wants kids. That much is certain.

With an awkward laugh, you tell him casually that you’d like to talk with him about it another time in an attempt to brush off the topic entirely. It’s obvious by his reaction that he’s not happy, but he decides to drop it at the sight of your other crewmates entering the galley.

So, that’s that. For now.

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Loud moans and the sound of skin slapping leave the walls of the men's quarters, almost making the sock on the door handle obsolete. At this point, the sock was really just a formality to make you feel better. Both you and Zoro knew that if you were going to go at it like you usually did, everyone on the ship would know to steer clear the moment they walked within a fifteen-foot radius. Honestly, it was a joke at this point amongst the crew. Everyone was very well aware of your active - and loud - sex life.

Strong, calloused hands hold your thighs down against your chest, pinning you down into the bed. Zoro's cock slides into you with practiced ease, pumping in a familiar but hungry rhythm. His brows are furrowed as though he's concentrating, and through your sex addled haze, you can see a bead of sweat dripping down from his forehead. 

“Fuuuuck, (y/n). Pussy feels so good for me.” He groans. 

“Zoro, yes!” You gasp. One of your hands grips against his forearm, leaving light clawmarks from your nails against his skin. The sting makes Zoro hiss in delight.

“Yeah? You like that, (y/n), you like that?! Yeah? You want it harder?!” 

Zoro picks up the pace easily, his hands gripping your thighs as he angles and thrusts himself down into you. He loves the fucked out look in your eyes, the way you coo and keen under his touch. It’s something that he’s sure he’s gotten addicted to, and has even gone as far as to tell you on multiple occasions. 

All of this is so overwhelming, agonizingly intoxicating, and the pleasure building in your body isn’t doing much to help placate the frustration. An impulsive horny thought crosses your mind, though. The inkling of an idea. A solution. It could possibly backfire, but you were at the point of desperately needing a release. He had been going at you for almost an hour now, stopping when either of you got too close. Something about ‘wanting to take his time with you.’ You can’t even remember at this point, you’ve been denied that climax so many times that all you can think about is the feeling of Zoro’s cock dragging against your walls and the need to release the aching tension in your pussy. This move was risky, but hey, it's worth a shot. 

“Harder! Fuck-…put a baby in me!” You exclaim.

This sets something in Zoro off, halting him in a way neither of you were prepared for. He pauses all movements of his hips as if trying to process what he thinks he heard you say. It finally seems to click, though. With a devilish grin, he leans forward, his face only inches from yours. His body weighs down on you, pressing you harder into the bed. Without warning, his cock slides into you only once - harder, more deliberate - as his eye flickers over your face. Your eyes are half-lidded, tears prickling just out of the corners, though the way he slams his cock into you widens them.

“Yeah? That what you want? Wanna have my kids?” Zoro asks, his breath brushing over your lips. 

“Fill me up, Zoro…get me pregnant. Please. Need you to come in me.” You sputter breathlessly, your nose just brushing against his. 

Somehow, his grin widens further, and a small chuckle leaves him. You can feel him twitch inside you and you know for certain that this calculated risk has more than paid off.

“Shit, okay.” Zoro huffs, his movements continuing with a new primal urgency. “Yeah, there you go, pretty girl. Take it. Take my cock.” 

There is something profoundly different about the way Zoro is fucking you now. The mating press he has you in seems more firm than before, his hands on your thighs squeezing with the effort of him ramming his cock into you. The head of his length brushes over your g-spot again and again, that perfect amount of pressure causing you to writhe and groan beneath him. Every sound that leaves you, every tremble of your thighs, only makes him double his efforts.

“Yeah, yeah, just like that. Keep going. Take it! Gonna put a baby in you!” 

You can hardly believe the words you’re hearing growled at you, the way they’re cut through with the grunts and moans. Zoro has always put what felt like the maximum amount of effort into sex. It’s just who he is - he doesn’t half-ass anything he cares about, and fucking is one of those things. For some reason, though, every pass of his cock feels like it’s igniting some kind of new energy in him. A desperation - a need - that’s making it hard to even think of anything beyond the approaching precipice of orgasm. Your walls clench around him as though trying to keep him there, and the sounds that are leaving the both of you are nearly animalistic as Zoro fervently picks up his pace.

“Fuuuck, I'm gonna fill you up. Fill you up with my come and make you pregnant. You're gonna - nnng - be so fucking hot all swollen with my baby. Can’t wait.” 

Your hands clench the sheets with the effort of trying to hold steady, to focus on the orgasm that’s getting closer and closer. His words are only amplifying the building heat, that coil getting tighter and tighter in your cunt. With every pathetic whine and cry that leaves you, Zoro’s hips collide into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You’re so close, have been chasing this orgasm for so long, and Zoro knows it. And now he wants to get you both there. With no effort on his part, he finally relents, moving a hand down to rest against your lower abdomen. 

“Feel my cock in you, baby? You’re taking it so deep. Just a little more.” Zoro groans, unable to hide his own rapid build-up.

He slides his thumb down from where his hand rests, rubbing up and down against your clit in a steady rhythm. It’s his finishing move, the one that always gets you there, and its effects are damn near immediate. The way he’s bullying your g-spot with his cock, railing his hips into yours, and rubbing over your clit causes the sensations to build and build until-! 

“That's good, baby. Come on my cock. Milk me and make me a daddy.” 

You clamp a hand over your mouth as you ride the high, the ecstasy crashing down again and again. As you’re sent firmly over the edge, you clench hard around his cock which elicits another loud groan from Zoro, his seed spilling into you until it seeps out of your pulsing cunt. You groan and pant together, Zoro’s hips gradually slowing down until both of you have been properly worked through your respective releases.

You barely even register his cock leaving you. The bed shifts with his weight where he collapses beside you, an arm thrown over his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. It’s silent for a while, both of you recovering from the intense influx of chemicals and the racing of your hearts. The silence draws on, though, to the point where you're starting to feel a tension settling in your stomach. A conversation needs to happen, that much is clear, and the unspoken words do little to actually let either of you fully soak in the afterglow. It surprises you when Zoro’s the first one to speak.

“You serious about wanting a baby with me?” Zoro finally says, his voice gruff and low. 

You hum as you turn on your side towards him, working hard to find the right words in response. He’s already looking at you, peeking under his thick forearm that rests on his forehead. Zoro looks wrecked, with disheveled green locks poking out in different directions and a thin layer of sweat glistening over his whole body. His chest is heaving significantly less than before, but there’s still a noticeable effort in the way his lungs extend and contract. You find your hand drawn to the broad expanse of his chest, resting gently against his warm skin.

“Yeah. I just didn’t know when to bring it up. Figured in the heat of the moment was as good a time as any.” You reply, a playful smile rising to your lips.

You watch as Zoro grins in return immediately, his eye lighting up in a way that you’ve only seen a handful of times. It’s missing it’s usual devilish charm, instead replaced with a sparkle that shines radiantly. His hand immediately grabs yours on his chest, holding it in place as if intending to keep it. There’s a pure joy growing in your chest that can’t be contained.

“Then you’d better stop taking those stupid birth control pills Chopper gives you. There’s going to be a lot more where that came from.”

[primalsouls]

your eyes

'malipo' kinich x m!reader

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you I've got a smile on my face

theme: general, fluff

warning: none, i think, maybe a bit ooc?

summary: (name) has been crushing on a certain saurian hunter for a while already and wayna was getting tired of just watching him stare at the hunter with loving eyes with no plans of making a confession. just how long until kinich notices?

notes: got some inspiration lol i finally got kinich a couple of nights ago xD I was so happy, so I started writing this fic for him lol hope you like it! reblog & comments, any feedback is appreciated!

(colored) eyes stared at the back of a certain saurian hunter. he was talking to one of the tribe’s elders. (name) sighed. a longing gaze watching the dendro user walk away with a small bag of mora in his hands, his annoying companion yapping away beside him about any little trait he could use to berate the other. with kinich out of sight, (name) returned to sorting through a box full of gems but another figure blocked his way, startling the young seller.

“you keep staring at him like that, he’ll feel holes burning in the back of his head.” joked the tribe's chief Wayna, a playful smirk displayed on his features. (name)’s cheeks burned, a pinkish hue decorating across them. “c’mon, when are you going to tell him? you’ve been pinning him since the day you came from Inazuma.” wayna added with a tilt of his head and his arms crossed firmly over his chest. (name) glared at him lightly, smacking the chief’s arm while gesturing to shush. 

“shut up! you can’t say that aloud.” (name) huffed, walking over to the chief to return to his latest shipment. part of him regretted telling wayna about his secret crush on the dendro hunter. well, more like the older man found out within the first few weeks after (name) arrived in huitztlan and got rescued by kinich and the self-centered dragonlord k'uhul ajaw in a near-death attack by some of the wild saurians. Wayna, of course, teased the inazuman merchant for a while about his little secret crush on the hunter after promising not to spill it out to anyone else, especially on kinich, or worse, ajaw. but wayna was getting a little tired of the electro user just staring at the guy whenever he was around. it had been almost half a year since (name) came to natlan. he was surprised kinich didn’t sense those yearning glances… yet. maybe he already noticed but doesn’t bother looking into it. maybe he didn’t. wayna was curious now. 

wayna sighed, shaking his head. “young people these days.” he said, looking over the seller roamed through his shipment. “you two aren’t staying any younger. you should confess, (name).”

“and for what? to get rejected? get made fun of and berated by the oh-so-great dragonlord k’uhul ajaw?” (name) said through gritted teeth, annoyance sipping into his tone. “i’ve rather died in the night kingdom than confess my feelings to kinich.” wayna winced at the last part of (name)’s statement. not wanting to get electrocuted, wayna simply patted (name)’s head and walked away to attend to other matters in the tribe. the merchant clicked his tongue before moving around his little shop to display the new various gems he received from kirara. as he pulled out another small box with more gems stored inside it, (name) noticed a pretty gem that had a familiar color of a familiar pair of eyes. oh, great. now kinich was beginning to affect his line of work. maybe he should confess… but how? no, maybe he shouldn’t. his feelings are only going to get hurt and he would have no choice but to move back to inazuma. archons, his mind tends to be exaggerating. 

(name) shook his head. maybe next time. when he has enough courage to confess his pining feelings. 

the gem matching kinich’s eyes was too pretty. (name) had no choice but to make it into a bracelet. it looked beautiful. just like kinich. ugh. he just can’t get rid of him. The saurian hunter kept plaguing his mind every day and night. his heart raced at just the mention of his name. (name) frowned. he put the bracelet away in his pockets as he walked down the dirt path leading to the scions of the canopy. he was still a long way from home. (name) had a delivery he needed to do personally, to make the gems the customer asked for delivered safely and he did so by delivering them himself. he should have just hired kirara. it was a long walk. too long. 

“you pathetic, lizard-brain worm! you dared tried to defy the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw!? you truly dared to invite the wrath of the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw, a sovereign of the nation of flames!”

(name) paused. he recognized that voice. that aggravating voice. even from this distance, he could feel it getting under his skin. but if ajaw was nearby… does that mean he was too?

biting his lower lip back, (name) debated eavesdropping into their conversation. he shouldn’t but… archons, he sounded like a creep thinking this, he wanted to see kinich. it had been almost a week since he last saw him. it was just a little glance. that’s all. 

quietly walking over behind a tree, (name) peeked over the trunk. ah, there he was. standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as he let ajaw talk his ears off. but it wasn’t just him there. the legendary traveler and their companion paimon were there, too. (name) honestly didn’t pay attention to the other three. His longing gaze was set on the dark-haired dendro user. 

wow. how can a human being like him be so pretty and strong-willed?

(name) sighed with a heavy heart and blinked. but when he looked over to where kinich stood, said hunter was gone. oh, no. the other three were still arguing with one another, so where had kinich gone to?

“i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.” a voice spoke lowly behind him. (name) let out a small, frightened shout at the sudden presence of kinich behind him. his eyes widened. his face flushed brightly. his words quickly registered into his mind before shaking his hands in defend. 

“wha-wha-what are you ta-talking about?” (name) cursed mentally for his nervous stutter, his (colored) eyes looked anywhere but at the saurian hunter. 

“that longing look in your eyes… noticed it for a while now.” kinich answered, uncrossing his arms as he took a step closer to (name), who instead took a step behind. and they continued for a bit until his back met the tree, kinich never breaking eye contact. 

(name)’s brows furrowed, his anxious gaze staring down at the ground beside him. a hand went into his pocket where the bracelet was, trying to see comfort from it. 

getting no response back, kinich tilted his head as he leaned his face closer to (name). he was a few inches taller than him, finding the little height difference endearing. “started noticing it after the first month you stayed in the canopy. the way you have this yearning look in your eyes. they’re always set on me. you wouldn’t even flinch whenever i caught your stare.” oh, no. (name) inwardly groaned. he must have zoned out as he stared openly at the claymore wielder. the merchant wanted to dig a hole and died in it out of embarrassment. so kinich knew for half a year. how humiliating. 

“i-i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry. i just, um.. I…” (name) was at a loss for words. he was sure his face was as red as those dendrobiums that appeared around the shipwrecks in nazuichi beach. his heart beat so fast, he was afraid it was going to burst out of his chest. part of him hoped so to avoid this worst-case scenario. 

kinich shook his head at the unfinished apology. “there’s no need to say that.” he started, his own gaze now looking at the tree behind (name)’s back. “i’ve…been having the same longing look, too… towards you. for a while now.” kinich said, pulling himself together to look into (name)’s eyes, after said seller found the courage to do so too. he stared down at the other with a small intense look in his eyes before shifting his gaze back towards the trio he left behind. “i’m not busy right now. ajaw is busy with a couple of behavioral teachers right now, so… would you like to take a walk back to the canopy?” kinich offered his arm towards (name). The electro user stared at him in shock before smiling timidly, taking his arm in his own. 

“that will be lovely.” (name) had a feeling wayna would be too surprised the moment they arrived at the tribe. his smile grew a bit, already feeling the teasing miles away. at the very least, things turned out in a good light, unlike what his overthinking mind had clouded inside his head. (name) was happy with this outcome.

[negrowhat]

Fave Kisses of 2024

Continuing on with the handful of prompts I chose to do from @babyangelsky 's 2024 QL Wrap Up!

JackJoke's First Kiss from Jack & Joker. Oh it was like the tension pot had finally started to boil. Just bubbling and brewing and steam was finally escaping...whistling even. Jack had returned home full on ready to finally confess and Joke, who already KNEW, was sitting there ready to receive his blessing. Oh Joke was so ready for that kiss that he practically climbed into Jack's lap to keep it going. You could see the hunger in Joke's eyes and Jack's eager but gentle approach to the kiss. 10/10.

Dohoe and Juyeong's Snow Kiss from Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo. Something about the way they kind of lost themselves in that kiss. I was shocked Dohoe kissed Juyeong out in the open like that, but he was in a different place in his journey so maybe it's not so shocking. Juyeong's hands around Dohoe's waist??? Oh it was my favorite part and my heart all but stopped when Dohoe suddenly came to his senses and pulled away.

GreatTyme's Guitar Kiss from 4 Minutes. That soft ass dream kiss from Dr. Tyme's 4 Minutes had me absolutely OBSESSED. Idk it was just so romantic and so sweet and so perfect. I could just feel the warmth coming from the bubble Tyme was dreaming about. Tyme's 4 Minutes is still my absolute fave part of the whole series.

Huai'en and Xiabao's First Kiss from Meet You At the Blossom. I've talked about it and talked about it and talked about it some more. None of y'all are surprised to see this kiss on this list. I don't even need to explain why because I'm sick of explaining lol. Go watch our first ever Uncensored Wuxia BL. Nothing is implied it's all there. Go watch it now! MYATB is from the same writer of My Stand-In if that helps.

Sickly Phaya kisses Tharn from The Sign. That man woke up from a coma (that almost supernaturally killed him), snatched out his IV, and escaped the hospital. And where did he go? Not to go check-in with his lil granny and baby sister! NO! He went to his man's house and shoved his tongue down his throat. Man was white as a sheet and all he wanted to do was get his dick wet. And Tharn just let him. I loved that kiss and the makeout session that followed.

YakDee over shoulder kiss from Wandee Goodday. Pretty certain it was from their last love scene because they were kissing. I don't even remember how the scene went exactly (they fucked so much) but that lil peck over the shoulder was so gorgeous. Yak had his chest pressed to Dee's back and the 'YY' necklace was displayed so clearly. 100/10.

XNamping's High Heat Encounter from Every You, Every Me. That little peck right before things started to heat up. Just a quick lil lip touch to gauge the temperature...y'know see if it's what they both really want. It is. I know X was FREAKING out, couldn't believe he was finally being intimate with his long time crush.

SanVee's final night kiss from Century of Love. I'm a huge fan of the soft cuddly kisses we got from SanVee and that snuggle session we got right before San's last day was my fave. The way San holds Vee to his chest so tightly as they share gentle kisses. The impending doom hanging heavy over their heads. It hurt so fucking good.

RyuZen's Shower Kiss from The Rebound. One thang MeenPing gon do is kiss in a shower and do it right. Meen's giant ass does a great job of making Ping look smol and when you add water to that it is just so visually pleasing. I don't remember much else about the kiss except Ryu was all over Zen and Zen almost couldn't keep up. If we get another MeenPing series I hope it can sit at the top next to Gangster Oppa.

2J Bathroom Kiss from CityBoy_Log. The most recent volume of CBL was really good for 2J. They had just made up after Jihan ghosted Jaejun and IDK how Jihan conned Jaejun into helping him bathe but they do wind up in the tub together, fully clothed though because Jaejun said he was just going to help him wash his hair. And the next thing I know Jihan has Jaejun pressed up against the shower wall. 2J's kisses tend to be very audible and this one was amplified and my gawd those boys can kiss. And when Jaejun slams Jihan against the other wall and they finally share their 'I Love You's I was clutching the pearls. I'm realizing I enjoyed CBL more than I thought.

SunJunior's First Kiss from Caged Again. Oh it was so sweet. Love that they were hiding under the covers. I love that Sun had finally told Junior about him being a panther. That's a big secret to share and it did give me Malec vibes which could also add to my love for the scene. Love that Junior smiled at Sun the whole time. It was a great first kiss during a vulnerable moment for Sun and Junior. Loved how warm and secure it looked under that cover.

To my mutuals, please forgive me if y'all have multiple mentions from this one post...

[spiderfunkz]

MIDNIGHT FICTION

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

cw. very cutesy fluff, post-transition hyun-ju, established relationship, hyun-ju and reader move to thailand, takes place a while after the games.

author's note: helloooo, my requests for hyun-ju are open, or if you wanna request for another squid game character just check here. oh and, the title is a song by ill-it in which i am obsessed with tee hee.

the streets of thailand felt like a breath of fresh air.

compared to the previous atmosphere you were in, this was the change you needed. the lights were radiating an addictive glow, it illuminated the market stands filled with delicious food and exotic treats, everything felt a bit overwhelming but nonetheless you couldn't be anymore excited to explore.

hyun-ju's hand held yours tight, navigating through crowds, you eventually landed on a street decorated with different fashion, makeup, and jewelry shops. this was exactly what you're looking for.

your forever stay here completes a certain promise made during tough times. a night where hyun-ju shared tears and smiles, you reassured that she'll get out and live the life she's always wanted. though, she wanted you to go with her, so she could give you the love you've never gotten before. at that moment, a pinky promise was initiated.

her surgery went well, she's still healing from post. but now you thought it was the perfect time to go shopping for new things. initially, you two didn't bring as much stuff from korea, most used clothes or items were donated, and your homes were sold not long after. you wanted to move here to start a new chapter of your lives.

hyun-ju had been prepared for everything, she looked for houses in good locations, jobs that could be taken, everything was perfectly analyzed and well thought out by her.

the clothing shop was the first stop.

"oh! look at this skirt, this would look so good on you!" you smiled, the black skirt with lace accents were held up near hyun-ju. she flinches slightly, "i don't know if i would be confident in it," she shrugs, causing you to pout.

"okay, well, i could give it a try." she smiled.

she left the shop with two bags full of new skirts, tops, and outerwear. you left happy, skipping. "see how fun this is! i've always wanted to go on shopping dates, you know?" — "thank you for taking me here, y/n. don't you want to buy something as well?" she asks.

you nod, "let's go there." you point at a large makeup store, it's plastered with different advertisements for all kinds of brands.

you and hyun-ju swatch lip tints, eyeshadow, eyeliner, highlighters, concealer, to the point your arms were basically a makeup product itself. you helped hyun-ju find her perfect shades, and she handpicked products she thinks suits you. at the end, you left with your new lip tint, and hyun-ju with a small bag of basic makeup anddd, a kiss stain in your exact shade on her cheek!

as you two were about to leave and go back to your home, you spot a small booth with handmade jewelry. it was priced for a reasonable amount, and the seller seemed incredibly nice.

you made a quick plan to distract hyun-ju and buy a pair of matching rings. and so you did, "wait, hyun, could you buy me a drink there really quick? thanks!" she nodded, "okay, don't go anywhere."

you wave, before walking towards the booth. purchasing two rings with a small butterfly on it, one in hyun-ju's favorite color, and one in yours. you thanked the seller and hyun-ju came back almost immediately.

"here you go, i also bought a drink for myself, i've been craving something sweet this entire day." she laughs, "oh, am i not sweet enough?" you joke, the small bag with the rings hide behind your back.

"hm, i guess not." hyun-ju teases. you roll your eyes, "maybe, this will change your mind." the bag was handed to hyun-ju, she held out the ring in her favorite color and admired it for a moment.

"you bought me this?"

"do you think i'm sweet enough, now?"

hyun-ju gave you the biggest kiss ever before making a stupid pick up line joke.

[honeyhonest]

the most i can think of now regarding requests, cuz of the one ask, is fellow putting on a fancy outfit and shit getting steamy with him cuz he notices the reader growing flustered and decided to fuck with em lmao

this was sent LAST YEAR and now I'm writing it just bc I don't want to do anymore requests on pomdove I'm so tired

it's a good prompt also

minors do not interact, 18+ only

✧˖°. a few minutes late

warnings: afab!reader (you/yours pronouns), ramshackle au, reader is adult yuu, kissing, fingering, fellow is mean and rough, "doll" and "honey" used, some teasing about virginity but more about the concept? it's not serious and doesn't imply anyone's a virgin idk, excessive swearing, edging for reader, no orgasm for anyone!!! not TOO long, not proofread I'M LAZY!!!

"Is he almost done in there?"

Grim tugs at your pant leg for the umpteenth time. You can't even scold him for complaining; you're forty minutes late.

"I don't know," you say, and, catching movement out of the corner of your eye, you scoop up the direbeast. "Are you really that excited for the party?"

"All the good food'll be gone by the time we get there!"

Of course. You smile and scratch behind his ears. The movement in the hall becomes a shadow, which becomes a boy. "Is he still in there?"

You shrug, and Rollo clenches his jaw. "I've made a poor enough impression as it is, it wouldn't being do myself- or you- any favors, to be tardy,"

You glance between the tightly-shut bedroom door and the direbeast in your arms.

"...Right, here," you say, setting the latter into Rollo's waiting hands. "I'll walk Fellow out when he's done. The rest of you go on without us, tell them we'll be there soon."

Rollo doesn't argue. He sets Grim on his own two feet, straightens the little beast's bowtie, and then walks him to the door, Gidel not far behind (you can tell from the thump, thump, thump of his rubber mallet being dragged across the uneven, splintered wood).

The door slams. Rollo is unhappy.

"You almost done in there?" you ask, knocking on the oak. Some shuffling, swearing, and sighing comes from within.

"Yeah, yeah. No one likes a nag, y'know,"

"Not nagging. We're almost an hour late to the party,"

"Wasn't talking about you," he mutters, and then: "They're all gone?"

You look over your shoulder, to the stairs, as if to make certain that the door is shut.

"...They're gone,"

"Finally," and the bedroom door swings open. "Whaddya think? Too much?"

Your eyes widen at the sight. You'd always known that Fellow could clean up nicely when he wanted to, and you'd already seen him in that gaudy Playful Land garb, but this was...

...Well, he looked nice.

That's all.

"It's a nice suit. Where'd you get it?"

He sniffs and wipes his nose on the sleeve. "It's the little do-gooder's. We're the same height,"

Rollo's. He's not going to be happy about that.

Fellow catches that look and leers over you, ruffling your hair. "Don't gimme that face, doll. It's not like he was using it,"

"Yeah, but-"

"But, nothing," he says, straightening his tie. "I didn't own another suit, and he'd have been madder if I'd shown up in my casuals. I'll tell 'ya, never seen a teenage boy more worried with manners... it'd do him some good to meet a girl, get his dick wet or 'somethin."

You sigh, and as he fusses with his cufflinks, your eyes fall to the crotch of his pants. Rollo is a rather thin character, and the suit was obviously tailored to his proportions. Not Fellow's. And it showed. There was a noticeable strain around...

"See something you like?"

You just about jump, but Fellow cackles and settles his hands on your shoulders, keeping you on your feet.

"You're a little scatterbrained, aren't ya?" he teases. "At least you've got your looks. I could just eat you up... bet you'd like that, eh?"

You glare (what else could you do?) and he snickers, squeezing your shoulders.

"That little schoolboy's been getting to your head. You used to laugh at my jokes,"

"He was here before you,"

"Please," Fellow scoffs. His hands stay where they are. "He didn't give a damn about you until I came along. All of a sudden he's attached to your side."

You give him a look. "He doesn't trust you,"

Fellow rolls his eyes, as if that were a ridiculous thing, to not trust him. His hands stay settled on your shoulders, though they also start pushing you towards the wall.

"Sure he doesn't. He's scared I'm gonna take your innocence. Oh, your poor, poor purity! Whoever will defend your tight little hole without him around!" he mocks, placing a hand over his chest. "Tch. You're not so innocent. He's wasting his time."

You raise an eyebrow. Fellow grins, giving you a good look at his fangs.

"I've seen the way you look at me," he cups your chin in his palm. "Like now."

Your lips part, and he takes that as some sort of permission, gently pulling your face towards his and giving you a meek kiss on the mouth.

It's nothing, but that's just the point, isn't it?

"...And now I've soiled you," he smirks. You don't want him to withdraw, but he does. "Ruined you for anyone else... you're essentially a whore now. By proximity to a debauched, perverted man, like me!"

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, tapping the tip of your nose.

"Oh, relax. I'm teasing. I wouldn't lay a hand on 'ya, honest," And then he leers over you, lowering his voice. "Unless you wanted me to."

No words come from your parted lips, and none from his, at least not before he kisses you again- and seriously, this time. His hand holds the back of your head, forcing you closer to him and his teeth, as if he were really trying to eat you.

Fellow's fangs scrape your lip, not painfully, but warningly, as if reminding you that you've been backed into this corner by a predator. His tongue follows, forcing into your mouth, pushing against yours until you're choking, and then he finally relents.

"Not bad," he pants, his breath against your bitten lips. "I would've gotten dressed hours ago if I'd known there'd be a reward for it."

He punctuates that by pressing you harder against the wall, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

"I don't know if-"

"They can wait a few minutes," he mutters, his fingers finding your waist and furrowing into the softness of your side. "Can't they?"

You nod, almost without thinking, and both of Fellow's hands slide to the small of your back, arching you closer to him until your stomach is touching his, and then he lets you fall against the wall again.

"I didn't want to go to that party anyway," he murmurs, holding your hip with one hand and sliding the other into your pants. "Fucking assholes, all of them. Your friends are fucking assholes, doll."

His hand squeezes your hip, coaxing your legs apart for him. He makes a point of pressing over your underwear, a little harder than he should have, just to hear you yelp when the pads of his fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Pretentious, pompous, self-serving little pricks," he mutters, pressing circles into your clit. "They think they're so much better than me, but look at me now. Books won't teach 'em how to touch someone like this. Lift your leg, honey."

He hooks your thigh over his hip, angling you to slip his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and feel through your folds.

"Wet enough," he decides, and with no deliberation, he pushes a finger in. The movement makes a squelching sound, much to his delight. He feels around for a moment, as if figuring how much you'll be able to take, and then he pumps his finger, letting you stutter and stumble over whimpers to get a few words out.

"What's that? I can't understand you when you mumble. You should really speak up, it's bad manners," Fellow chides, pushing in another finger before you even have the chance. He slowly pumps, deeper and deeper until his palm is pressed flat against your clit. He braces himself against his arm on the wall beside you, his breath warm against your ear.

"If we had the time, I would fuck you stupid," he murmurs. "This damn house is never empty enough."

And then he withdraws his fingers from your cunt, glistening with slick in the candlelight. He admires the way they gleam, the fruits of his efforts (if you could even call it that), and he sucks them clean.

"...Well, that's enough of that. We're late, and I don't feel like being burnt to a crisp by the altar boy and your other bratty friends,"

Fellow wipes his fingers on the front of his (Rollo's) jacket and leans you onto his side, supporting your weight all the way to the door.

[hard-core-super-star]

make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different. 

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes. 

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn���t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug. 

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone. 

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you. 

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”  

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t. 

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?” 

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer. 

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands. 

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next. 

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment. 

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Omg I love all your Donna x reader fanfics, they are so good. ✨🤌🏼

If possible, ever since your last story I've been wondering how I'd be if reader went down on Donna and her being all shy (bj basically) or if Donna would try another position 🙈👀

I need some SPICY content 😍

And thanks! 🤭

Yesss!!! Here it is!! I hope you like it!!! Thank you for your nice words :))) Sorry about the language mistakes

Movie night

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, G!P Donna, oral sex, fluff...

Word count: 3,392

Summary: You don't want to keep watching that movie...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes, requests are open!! I love you all :))))

“Are you bored, tesoro?” Donna asked, gently running her hand over your cheek.

It was an ordinary night, like all the nights you had spent in that house, with her.

Taking such an important step as leaving your home and going to live in the dark and gloomy Beneviento estate may have been a bit hasty, but it was worth it from the first moment.

Your relationship was better than ever. Despite Donna's problems, her absurd and almost ridiculous shyness when it came to turning off the light and joining your bodies, everything simply got better with time, like good wine does.

“Oh, no, I’m not” you lied blatantly, shaking your head and with a deeply suspicious smile.

The dim light of an old lamp and the white screen on which you watched movies became a kind of lullaby that forced your eyelids to close without wanting to.

“Honey, you're falling asleep,” your girlfriend said, amused, with a sympathetic look on her face.

The fear that the woman you loved generated in the people of the village didn't matter; the only thing you could feel towards her was love.

“No, that's a lie,” you said indignantly, putting your legs up on the old couch. “I'm watching the movie.”

“The last time you said that, you took care of putting it’s soundtrack on your own, with your snoring,” she said, in a mocking tone, but one that betrayed a certain annoyance. “Tell me the truth, are you bored with me?”

You huffed, sitting up and rolling your eyes. You were already used to her doubts and infinite insecurity.

“No, Donna. I always have a great time with you,” you said, cupping her face in your hands, perhaps too roughly. “It's just that…”

“It’s just that?” She interrupted nervously before you continued the sentence.

“It's just that I like to do other things at night,” you said, diverting the conversation to your territory with the seductive tone that made her hands start to tremble.

As you suspected, Donna laughed nervously, looking away so your mischievous eyes wouldn't exert their bad influence on her.

“You're always thinking about the same thing, tesoro,” she whispered amused, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“With a woman like you by my side, I can't think about anything else,” you purred, deepening the kiss and pressing her chest to gently lay her down on the couch.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N)... If, if you want we can go to the bedroom and…” she said nervously, grabbing your wrists before they started to undo the buttons on her dress.

“You know what?” You said, freeing yourself from her grip and returning to your previous position, stretching exaggeratedly. “We better finish watching the movie. It’s interesting.”

Her expression was just what you were looking for: complete bewilderment. You always tried to remind yourself not to play too much with poor Donna. She rarely understood the fact that you were joking, or that you were saying something without the intention of hurting or offending her in some way.

“What? You're not watching it,” the doll maker protested, her expression hardening, with a childish rage on her face.

“Yes, I'm,” you said cockily, resting a hand on your chin, pretending to look carefully at the white screen.

“Oh, are you? What's the name of the main character?” She asked defiantly getting a bit closer to you, arms crossed.

“I don't know,” you said without relaxing your cocky expression. “If you don't stop talking, I can't hear it.”

“(Y/N), it's a silent movie,” she whispered, changing her serious and offended expression to an amused one as she gently pushed your shoulder.

You, embarrassed by your mistake, hid the blush on your cheeks by placing a finger on your lips.

“Shh…”

“I can't stand you, really,” the lady in black sighed, shaking her head.

“Oh, come on, don't be mad, Donna,” you said, laughing, grabbing her unsuspecting hand as you lay on her lap, looking at her.

She looked back at you with her relaxed face, playing with your hand in hers, tangling your fingers.

“I can't be mad at you, tesoro. You always have that advantage over me,” she said almost in a whisper, running her other hand over your face as your smile grew wider and wider. “Come on, let's finish watching the movie and then... Well, I'm sure you have something on your mind.”

After kissing you lovingly again, her gaze shifted to the screen.

I'm sure you have something on your mind.

That phrase, which served as the end to that small interruption in your movie nights, was decisive for the dark side of your lust to think in your place, sending endless naughty possibilities to your mind.

With a fake sigh, you sat up again, resting your head on her shoulder as she continued to tease you with her caresses. A tickling between your legs finally gave you the courage to put your lascivious thoughts into practice.

Your head moved slightly, enough to make the exposed skin of Donna's neck tingle involuntarily as she felt your breath on it. You loved how easy was for her body to react to your touch.

Your lips kissed her skin carefully, with slow and fast kisses, pulling away just as her body began to tremble due to the contact.

You directed your gaze towards hers. She seemed to be very focused on the movie, but one of her hands betrayed her incipient nervousness, gripping the fabric of her dress tightly.

You laughed gutturally, increasing the intensity of your kisses on her neck while your hand traveled slowly, but without the intention of stopping, towards her legs.

“(Y/N)...” Donna whispered, turning her head towards you, looking at you strangely. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh...” You whispered just as your hand began to go down to insert itself inside her dress, caressing her knee, moving a finger in circles over it. “Keep watching the movie.”

“No, I can't if you're... Ah! (Y/N)!” She said excitedly when your naughty hand continued to rise, gently caressing the bulge between her legs.

“Relax, I'm just playing,” you said amused, biting her earlobe mercilessly.

“Can't we play in the bedroom? At least let me turn this thing off...” She said, nervous about how that lump began to grow in your hand, making your legs tighten together with desire.

“No, leave it on. Don't move, Donna,” you said seductively, caressing her incipient erection while your kisses continued along her jawline until they made contact with her lips.

“(Y/N)...” The woman in black gasped, moving her hips discreetly, preventing the friction that your hand exerted on her most intimate area from disappearing.

In a matter of seconds, the kisses became wild, eager. A simple caress was more than enough for Donna to give in to her own desire.

Your body moved next to his, making your hips dance together, intensifying the subtle contact. You smiled triumphantly at the small moans that your movements caused her.

With a mischievous, hungry gasp, you pulled away from her, your hand gripping her hardness through her clothes as she moaned at the loss of your hot body on hers.

“You're playing with me? You know I hate that…” Donna said in her hoarse voice, with that strong accent that only appeared when she wasn't fully in control of herself.

“Be patient, Beneviento...” You purred removing your hand from her erection and launching yourself at her neck again, kissing her softly, lightly marking your teeth on her pale, shiny skin. “I have something for you…”

“For me?” She asked curiously, blinking profusely with her eye.

“Uh-huh,” you said simply, running your hand over her chest, sneaking under her clothes. You didn't know when some of the buttons on her dress had been undone. Surely it was you in your unbridled lust.

Not wanting to give any more explanations and enjoying her sudden impatience, you slowly got off the couch until you were on your knees in front of her. As it could not be otherwise, Donna looked at you with a frown.

“What are you going to do?” Donna asked as your hands returned to her legs, separating them.

“You don't like surprises, do you?” You asked back, biting your lower lip, anticipating in your mind what was going to happen. “You are always so good to me, Donna… You always make me enjoy so much… I just want to return the favor.”

“Oh, no. There's no need,” she said, looking away from her abruptly, embarrassed. I could probably guess what you were referring to.

“Lie down, my love...”  You said, ignoring her obvious discomfort and slowly lifting her dress.

“Wait, wait,”-she interrupted you, disobeying your request and grabbing your hands before the entire bottom of her body was exposed.

“What's wrong, my pretty Donna? Come on, let yourself go. You'll like it, I promise,” you said, resting your head on her knees, running a finger along her bare leg.

“It's humiliating for you, I don't want you to do something like that just for me,” she said, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“Nonsense, I want to do it. I want to do it because I love you, Donna, and because I want to give back to you a small part of what you give to me,” you said, insisting, knowing that as much as it embarrassed her, the fabric of her dress gave away  the fact that she was actually wanting you to do it.

“I...” She murmured, unable to contain the trembling of her legs.

You stood up, putting a hand on her half-exposed chest, pushing her back against the couch and kissing her softly again.

“Do you really not want to? I'm not going to insist, Donna,” you said in a more relaxed tone, your instincts curbed by her confused look.

“Well, I... It's just... It's embarrassing,” she murmured, holding your chin.

“But you want me to do it, right?” You asked, determined that her answer would make the decision.

“I... Yes...” Donna said, in a tone so low that you had a hard time hearing it, while she nodded slowly and her face took on a reddish tone.

You nodded too, kissing her one last time before going down again, lifting her dress completely and revealing the quivering erection that her underwear could no longer contain.

“I wanted to do this so badly...” You purred, pushing the fabric out of your way, pulling it down over her ankles as you stared in shock at her erect penis.

“Please, please... Don’t, don't say those things,” Donna protested, bringing a hand to her mouth and biting her knuckle at the sensation of having you so intimately close to her.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized falsely, inching closer, reaching out with one hand to keep her length right where you wanted it.

Your hand remained firm, carefully hugging her dick as your lips brushed against the tip, kissing it slowly, causing the trembling of her legs to become accentuated with a surprised moan.

Leaning on your knees, you brought your mouth even closer, introducing part of her erection into it, sucking slowly, enjoying the caresses that your lips made on her skin and the reactions they provoked in Donna.

“(Y/N), that's...” She moaned, writhing on the couch.

You smiled discreetly, going down further, covering her entire length with your mouth, savoring every inch with soft, rhythmic movements of your hand.

“You're delicious, Donna...” You murmured before running your tongue over her skin, stopping right at the tip, making her moans increase in volume and intensity. “You like it that way?”

Donna simply nodded, her eye closed, squeezed tightly to avoid the temptation to open it and take in the scene in front of her, the way you kissed, sucked and licked the part of her body that embarrassed her the most.

You laughed again, resuming your movements, making them slower, more careful, wrapping your lips around the tip, holding it between them before sucking.

You opened your eyes for a moment, curious to know what the woman in black was doing. Just as you thought, she was nervous, trembling from the pleasure you were giving her, but embarrassed by it.

Her hands were limited to grabbing her dress. She couldn't stop her hips from shaking every time your mouth moved down her penis, every time you stopped to caress it up and down with your tongue. Her shyness was even adorable.

Your free hand left her knee to go up to one of hers, gently grabbing  bringing it to the back of your head, causing it to tangle in your hair.

“I... I like it, (Y/N)... You are... Your mouth is... Perfect,”  she murmured embarrassed, blinded by desire, by the movement that her hand involuntarily exerted on your head, raising and lowering it to the rhythm of her hips.

You moaned as you felt how she moved you herself, how the pleasure overcame her embarrassment. The vibration you caused on her skin bounced right between your legs, making the burning desire you felt unbearable.

Your hand played with your own underwear, while the rhythm of your mouth stabilized to match her moans. Although you were paying attention to studying each of your movements and Donna's response to them, you began to caress yourself, running your folds through the fabric, playing with your own wetness.

“It's so hard,” you whispered sensually, eliciting an embarrassing laugh from her lips, a laugh that she drowned out when you continued moving. “You drive me crazy, Donna.”

“(Y/N),” she whispered, with difficulty, adapting to your increase in speed and the small jerks that your body made when you began to touch yourself. “Slower, do it slower…”

The taste of her arousal was present in your mouth as you managed to stabilize yourself and maintain a steady rhythm. If you combined it with your own caresses, the sensation was overwhelming.

“I love having you in my mouth,” you whispered with a smile, keeping your mouth on the tip, noticing how it trembled, how embarrassingly close it was to completely succumbing to that new sensation.

“Don't say those... Oh, tesoro... Wait, wait,” she said panting, trying in vain to move away from you.

“What's wrong?” You asked, raising your head, continuing to move your hand up and down, carefully squeezing her dick, right where you knew it drove her crazy.

“Yes, if you keep doing it I’m going to...” Donna murmured, tightening her grip on your hair.

“Well, that's what I want, darling... Don't hold back...” you said amused, removing your hand from your wetness and releasing her grip on your head.

“No, no, wait... This isn't... Oh, please...” She gasped again between moans when your mouth went down her length again, with more intensity.

The wet sound of your actions was only overshadowed by her nervous breathing, by the erratic movements of her hips. She was so close and you were so excited by it...

“Wait, wait, wait, stop,” the lady in black said suddenly, moving your head away from between her legs.

“What's wrong now?” You asked, disappointed at missing the spectacle of seeing how she released herself right where you wanted.

“Come, come here,” she said hurriedly, placing herself on the couch while she tried to move your body. “I want, I want to do it inside of you, tesoro. Please…”

“Oh,” you said, letting yourself be dragged on top of her hips with a sigh. “You don’t like it?”

“Yes, I like it,” she responded instantly, placing her erection at your entrance, but not inserting it. “I'm afraid I like it too much,” she said amused. “Please… I need… I need…”

“Shhh, calm down, my dear Donna...” You whispered, lowering yourself little by little, making your slippery moisture find no difficulty in adapting to her dick.

Donna moaned at the contact, feeling a strange kind of relief. There was nothing in the world that could compare to the feeling of her tightening your walls and moving inside you. At least for Donna.

Once your body fully adjusted, you began to move slowly, enjoying the overwhelming feeling of her penis inside you trembling, on the verge of losing control.

“Oh, Donna... You're so... Good,” you said, with labored breathing.

She moaned in response, running her hands along your back, helping you move with that slow pace that you sensed was so the fun wouldn't end prematurely.

Unexpectedly, she came out with a nervous gasp. You looked at her strangely, but you didn't want to protest, since, with a quick movement, Donna turned your body, making you lie face down on the couch.

“Well, well... We're naughty...” You said in a mocking tone, raising your hips towards her, who moved slowly until she was standing behind you.

“Don't talk anymore, (Y/N). I always wanted to do this,” Donna said in your ear, grabbing your legs to keep them in place, approaching her slowly, playing with her length at your entrance.

You didn't want to say anything and besides, you couldn't do it. Donna entered you immediately, causing your walls to tighten in a different way due to this new position.

“Oh, keep going,” you managed to say as your body began to bounce against the couch due to her more erratic than usual thrusts.

The creak of the old furniture was the only distinguishable sound in that tangle of hurried gasps and moans. Donna took you intensely, but the way she caressed you served as a reminder that she loved you, that she was never going to let you stop feeling that way.

“It hugs me so well, (Y/N)... You're so wet,” she murmured, slowing her hips so you could hear her. “I can't wait any longer, I need to fill you...”

It wasn't normal for Donna to use those kinds of words with you. She only did it when her arousal completely overcame her, when she was about to release herself.

Those lustful whispers were more than enough to make your body tense in surprise. You were so busy making her enjoy your actions that you had forgotten how embarrassingly close you were to your own release.

A muffled moan was what gave away your orgasm, making your body arch between jolts of pleasure.

Donna took advantage of that to pull you back, holding you in a way where she could continue her thrusts, being gentler this time.

“Have you cum, darling? How anxious...” She said amusedly, running a hand over your chest to hold it while her own rhythm destabilized.

“Aren't you supposed to be shy?” You asked teasingly, moving your hips in a way that you knew would make her melt instantly.

Donna simply laughed before her hips moved faster and faster until finally, with one last thrust, she released herself inside of you, filling you with her heat as her body trembled.

When you caught your breath, she laid you down lovingly on the couch and climbed on top of you to kiss your lips slowly, caressing you with trembling hands.

“I love you,” you said with a smile, which she returned.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she said softly, resting her head on your chest.

“Look, it looks like the movie is over,” you said, amused.

“(Y/N),” she said, now with a slightly more serious tone. “What you have done to me…”

“What? Did you like it?” You asked, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.

She nodded embarrassedly, not being able to maintain eye contact with you.

“Well, I'm glad because it was the first time I did it,” you said with a smile, grabbing her chin so she wouldn't avoid your gaze.

“We should... You know... Clean us up,” Donna said shyly, with that familiar blush on her cheeks.

“Would you like a bath?”

“Sure”

“Maybe if you feel like it... We can repeat...” You whispered, running a hand over her chest.

“(Y/N), I need to rest, Donna said, amused, shaking her head.

“We'll see about that,” you challenged, getting up from the couch and grabbing her hand to drag her next to you.

“I'm going to activate Angie,” the woman in black threatened, stumbling due to your haste.

“No, you're not going to do it,” you said, walking through the dark hallways of the basement.

“(Y/N)...”

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ch. xiv - demerit

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 1.7 k

a/n : sorry that this is a bit late, i'm having some crisis irl ✌️

buy me coffee ?

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

You always thought that Jongho was an interesting man. Since the moment you saw him at the supermarket, struggling in the self check out counter and then struggling with using his credit card, you knew he didn't belong.

Initially, you had assumed he was probably from the countryside. Or even Amish, that's why he seemed mildly perturbed with technology. It wasn't until you saw what you initially thought was a tattoo just a teeny bit lower on his neck that you realized that he was someone who had been cursed. Having been a history major, you got severely intrigued which was why you followed him out of the supermarket and eventually wore him down to the point of getting him to employ you by simply pointing out how much he needed you to survive the modern world. Being near someone who had been around during and through historical events, often hearing snippets of how it was in the past. It was worth all of the headache of managing his estate and personal affairs. To a certain extent of course, he still wouldn't let you in too deep, especially about the reason for his curse.

So seeing him wandering about in front of your campus, trying to peek in was almost equally intriguing.

"You don't seem like you belong."

Jongho snapped his head when he heard your voice and without him realizing, his shoulders relaxed and his chest felt less heavy.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, arms crossing in front of your chest to shield you from the evening breeze which Jongho mistook as you trying to seem tough. "I came to see you," he said, shoving his hands into his pocket, as if what he said was the most normal thing he could say. You nodded slowly in acknowledgment, "I can see that. You have been asking around for me to random people? Why?"

At your question, Jongho's fingers felt slightly tingly. He had prepared to say what he wanted to say after his talk with Hongjoong and he knew he needed to, it was just rather hard, to say the least. Jongho didn't know if it was pride, shame, or a sense of ridiculousness, but any or all of it made him slightly lightheaded and so he took a seat on a nearby bench.

Seeing this, you slowly sat next to him and waited.

"I... I don't think I'm human anymore," Jongho started, idly looking anywhere but you.

"What, do you think you're a vampire or something?" you joked, causing Jongho to give you a deadpanned look before he sighed, "No, nothing like that, it's just..." he paused for a moment, thinking of a way to share his point. "I've been living far longer than humans meant to live, I've seen more things than any other person has, and trust me when I say that it was mostly bad and I can't get out of this state. Trust me, I've tried. I'm human but I live as if I'm not and it still boggles me to this day so at some point, I decided to just... Not be. I decided, that the thing that made me human was emotion and attachment and they were the things that made it hard for me to move on, go forth with the long sentence I have to endure so I let it go. I let the human side of me go and it didn't occur to me until you came along that it was wrong of me to let that happen. However long I have lived, I'm still human after all, nevermind the company I keep. So... (y/n), I'm sorry for the way I have treated you. You were so patient and so understanding with me, not to mention very helpful and yes, while I reward you with a fair wage, I did not reward your proactive kindness whatsoever so please, please come back to me so I can prove to you I'm not a complete monster and that I can make it up to you."

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. You were flabbergasted because you wouldn't expect to receive such confession from Jongho. Out of all the things you imagined, this scenario would not even make it to the brainstorming session.

You shifted in your seat before opening your mouth, "Jongho, what... What made you say this?" you asked, genuinely asking and your voice conveyed pure curiosity, no hint of mockery or suspicion which Jongho didn't fail to recognize. "Not seeing you after leaving just like that made me uneasy. I hated the thought of me subconsciously hurting you and forcing you away and even pushing you to quit working for me because I was just... A big idiot," he stated, looking away from you so he could maintain his composure and not say anything stupid to preserve his... dignity?

"So... You thought that I wasn't gonna come back and the thought was so bad that you actually come here to hunt me down even if you don't know if I was gonna be here?" you couldn't help but crack a grin at the notion. Jongho sighed exasperatedly but there was a slight redness dusting his cheeks that was conveniently hidden by the dark. "Well, it wasn't like I didn't have any plan. You kind of announced your whereabouts on social media and I just... I had to try," his voice got lower and quieter nearing the end but you caught everything perfectly thanks to the quiet surroundings. "Uhuh, but you still came out here JUST to look for me, right?" Jongho seemed to be even more embarrassed and when he turned to look at you, you had to admit that his annoyed face was adorable, like a sulking bear cub. "If you're just gonna mock me, I'm just gonna let you be and find another history enthusiast to help me survive or something. Or maybe I'll just suck it up and ask Yeosang hyung or something because believe me when I say that it took courage and preparation to come here, you hear me? I didn't even-"

You knew that Jongho rambles when he's embarrassed and he tends to not stop until someone stops him so you had to take action. You grabbed his arm which effectively stopped his rambles. "Jongho, I never planned on quitting work. I left a note on your desk to let you know that I had to take some time off because I have finals. I initially thought about sending you a text or something but after our last interaction, I was feeling petty so I decided to just leave a simple note. I swear it's there, you must've not seen it," you pointed out. Slowly, Jongho's face changed to confusion and you could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning before he answered, "B-b-but I didn't see any note, at all! I checked my desk and hell, not just my desk, I checked everywhere because Wooyoung hyung went to Seonghwa hyung's library and I had to make sure in case he-"

The look on both of your faces was priceless as the possibility dawned on you two. For a moment you both could only stare at each other before you broke into a fit of chuckles as Jongho face-palmed himself. "I'm gonna kill him," Jongho muttered to himself, dragging his hand down before he stopped grumbling to look at you. It was odd, he was usually annoyed with your antics but this time, after he bore himself to you, he realized how much he liked the sound of your laughter. Even after your laughter died down, your smile seem to make him feel lighter.

"So... You were always planning to come back?" Jongho asked, this time seemingly less... Animated. You nodded at his question, "Yeah, of course." "So... I was worried for nothing?" he mumbled, cheeks feeling warm again. Luckily for him, you giggled and shook your head immediately, "Hey, it wasn't for nothing, Jongho. Had you not worried, you wouldn't be here right? You wouldn't have made the realization, conclusion, and determination, and we wouldn't have this talk which I'm so glad for. I've always wanted to be closer to you not just because you're an interesting person, Jongho. I also wanted to do it because I don't just consider you as someone I work for, I want to be on a more personal basis, you know? So I'm super glad this happened," you grinned, giving him assurance.

Hearing your response made Jongho glad and with the same determination, he nodded to himself, "I'm glad this happened too I guess. But, I promise, once you're back, I will try to be more open with you. I can't promise anything instant, but I can promise to try. Does that... Does that sound okay?" It came as no surprise that you enthusiastically nodded but the reassurance that you were okay for him to try with you felt really nice.

Remembering reality, Jongho cleared his throat and stood up, shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants, "W-well, I should let you get back to... The inside?" he glanced at the building. Realizing that you still had to go back to studying for your test, you let out a huff but nodded and stood up, "Yeah, I guess I have to go back now." Jongho nodded and motioned for you to go in. You nodded at him and waved as you walked backward to the entrance, "Bye Jongho, thank you for coming. If you have anything to say, you can text me and I'll make sure to answer you." Jongho didn't even notice that he was smiling when he nodded at your offer, "Sounds good. Good luck on your test, (y/n), I know you'll do great," he waved.

Truly, having the talk with Jongho made you feel giddy. So as you turned and jogged back inside the study hall, you felt even more ready to tackle your test. Maybe because you wanted to do well, but maybe because you wanted to get it over with so you could go back to work. Either way, you had Jongho to thank.

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Sorry if this seems kinda out of the blue, but I've recently delved through the Rise of the Guardians Fandom Wiki to look at all the concept art (a fair bit of which isn't included in the Art Book) and I couldn't help but overhear your desire for cosmic/abyssal horror. If you want to keep it with Pitch, might I suggest taking a look at the wonderful concept art from Simon Rodgers? This was made sometime during the concept stages of Rise of the Guardians' development when the characters were much closer to their book counterparts. I'm certain you've seen the "Eldritch Pitch" image before—Simon made that!

The last image seems to suggest that the Nightmare Galleon's crash to Earth was responsible for the formation of Pitch's Lair, creating a warped and toxic environment for him to fester. It reminds me of Christian Scheurer's take on the Nightmare Galleon: something much more fitting for a sci-fi setting than magical fantasy, but really cool nonetheless.

And of course, we can't forget about Shane Prigmore's contributions when the movie was still in development before Peter Ramsey took it in the direction we know and love today. The image of a colossal nightmarish Pitch absolutely dwarfing a human town is breathtaking.

Anyways, I just thought this concept art was really neat and it was the perfect opportunity to share it with another Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood fan (even if I'm just blabbing excitedly to one of my top favorite fanfic authors). If nothing else, I hope you wow in awe as I did seeing it!

God yes, I love eldritch Pitch so much! I have the rotg movie art book, and some of the Nightmare Pitch (like the ones above) are just so stunning and breathtaking!

I have had ideas for a fic retelling the movie with a Pitch who never left his Nightmare roots, an actual Nightmare terror the Guardians actually fear and almost respect for all the horror he brings, and a Jack who doesn't remember his past comes in and jokes about rumors of the Boogieman (because who would take that seriously, amiright?). Only for the Guardians to be like, no, you don't understand. And when Jack finally meets Pitch, he can't help but feel the same cold wash of terror from him because he knows Pitch is hiding something and later sees him for the eldritch horror he truly is.

Im a sucker for cosmic horror and Guardians of Childhood barely scratched the surface of possibilities for Pitch

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Hi! I'm alive!

I have not been very active or responsive here for months; I've chosen to (/ in some cases had to) prioritize other things of late. But I'm still here! I'll share some of the things I've been up to under the readmore, but I'll start with this:

I'm really sorry to folks whose asks have gone unanswered.

I will try to get through some this month; but I won't manage to get through them all. If you are super in need of an answer, dm or send another ask letting me know and I'll make sure to prioritize yours <3

You can also try searching through my blog for answers; see this post for some of my most-used tags so you can search by topic.

Stuff I've been up to:

This past fall I was over the moon to be invited into several wonderful projects!

Two involved liturgy collections; one won't be out till Advent, but the other thing is A Sanctified Art's "Everything in Between" Lenten worship materials — I wrote a combined Maundy Thursday / Good Friday service for the collection.

The other project was a book coming out in spring 2026 on ministry with disabled youth. I almost couldn't believe it when I got an email inviting me to write a chapter of an anthology that will also hold the writings of real authors I've read! I wrote my chapter on "cripping" youth ministry by:

universalizing access (no more accomodations only for youth who have managed to get a diagnosis — everyone deserves to have their needs met);

integrating "crip genius / disabled wisdom" (drawing especially from Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha's writing);

and incorporating what Laverne Cox calls possibility models into lesson plans — for the purposes of youth ministry, this would include figures from scripture, across (Christian & other) history, and into the present who model possibilities beyond the absent or miserable futures society lays out for disabled, BIPOC, queer, and otherwise marginalized persons.

I'm also seeking to.....go back to school!

I'm a scholar at heart and I miss the chance to research and discuss in an academic community. I actually just got my rejection letter from Emory's PhD in religion program last week :(

I'm not surprised — it's an incredibly competitive program and I don't have the experience under my belt that some applicants likely do. Still. Sigh. I have big tangled Feelings about it, but I'll probably save those for my other more personal blog, @a-queer-seminarian. But I just submitted my application for Emory's Candler School of Religion's Doctor of Ministry program! which is a much less intense doctorate than a PhD, made for ministers to complete while continuing their usual work.

Also, its abbreviation is DMin, pronounced Demon. Which I'm sure I'll keep making jokes about long past everyone in my life finds it funny lmao

Finally, I've been working hard at working...less hard.

I've been in Autistic burnout since at least seminary, but still have pushed myself to get a certain amount of things done every month. This past year or so, my bodymind has been teaching me the hard lesson that I just. can't. do that anymore.

I've been trying to practice what I preach, to embrace crip time — for crip time is sabbath time is God's time. And we truly are beloved; we don't need to "produce" a damn thing to earn that love. Part of being in solidarity, of acknowledging our interdependence with God, humans, and the created world, is letting ourselves be cared for. Finding small creative ways to show our care.

In 2024 I finally did things I just "never got around to" before, like trying out new medications (wellbutrin & trazodone my beloved <3) and getting my labs done (turns out my body doesn't make its own folate so now I get it in pill form and I think it's really helped my energy and mood! Aaand I've been going to therapy. And trying to refocus on what matters to me most.

Okay that's enough. How are y'all? Where are you finding community? What sources of hope, wisdom, creativity have you found most helpful in a time such as this?