#jessi drabble

[kachowden]

There’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself. At least, none especially positive or substantial.

Weak, Pathetic, Faulty, maybe even Perverted…

Shameful. Shameful is a good one.

Especially in this moment.

The curtains of your bedroom windows shift slightly from the cracked glass, cold autumn air seeping into the somewhat cramped space, and urging you to bundle up in your covers just a bit more. Your fan whirs into a soothing white noise, and he wonders why you keep the window open if your room is already near frigid with the ac that creaks from your vents.

Perhaps it’s a human thing that he will never understand. The thought burns a little. (It’s not fair).

Shameful. That word passes through his synthetic mind again. It might be the lingering, deep repressed conscience that he’d hidden under layers of want and sin. Repressed to the back corner of his software to rot and fry, while his circuits burst with the shameful desires he holds for you.

That word certainly suits him. Shameful. It’s shameful the way his iridescent blue eyes cast such an ominous glow on your skin, highlighting the goosebumps that litter your flesh, and making it painfully obvious where his gaze lingers and shifts to. Blue lips, blue arms, blue neck..blue chest….blue stomach. Lower.

Your blankets stop him.

Blue is a color that suits you, he thinks. His blue, to be specific. Whether you’re wearing a blue shirt. Blue jeans or jewelry. Or you’re covered in the blue that pumps through his artificial joints and organs. Frankly, any blue would look great.

His receptors are blue. And Jessie has always believed you always look best when there’s some piece of him on you. His hands, his eyes, his tongue. He thinks to himself, that even though he is blue, blue is your color. It belongs to you. The same way he does.

Shameful. He wonders if this counts as having morales, when he acknowledges that his actions are wrong. That, as his hands begin tracing the contours of your flesh, diving across the expanse of your anatomy, it’s his morales telling him that this is bad. Something he shouldn’t be doing. Are his morales meant to stop them?

Maybe for humans, morales are just something to make themselves feel superior. Not a physical restraint, but something that denies base instinct, and makes them feel proud for having gone against it. But if it’s instinct, is it wrong? If it’s your mind and bodies natural way, isn’t it against your nature to deny it? Do morales make humans feel in control of themselves? Above other species?

Maybe that’s what lead to their downfall. Their superiority.

Maybe morales are simply subjective. They were programmed into him at the very least. So they are there for a reason. Or maybe just to keep him in line? Controllable?

…….

Is he more human for ignoring them? He finds it easy to, in this moment. Easier than it had been, the previous times. When he first met you.

The texture of soft fabric reaches his brain. The sensation traveling through his receptors and into his memory, stored away into a familiar slot. His bionic hand pushes it away, painting more of your skin in that beautiful blue hue.

Shame. Is shame a by product of morales? Is shame subjective? Should he feel shame?

It makes him feel dirty. But he doesn’t think he should. Love isn’t dirty. Love isn’t shameful. And oh, does Jessie love you. He loves your eyes. Your hair. Your skin.

Jessie loves your warmth. It cages his hand like a mitten, when he lets himself be bolder with his touches. When his fingers dip into your curves and folds, and he watches your expressions and reactions with baited breathe. Fake breathe. He doesn’t breathe. (Would he be more human if he did?)

Jessie is a curious android. He doesn’t think that’s something to ashamed of. He doesn’t think love should be ashamed of either.

And this,

This is love. This is his love for you. This is his desire and passion. This is his. Like blue is yours.

There’s nothing shameful about that.

So while there’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself, he thinks that shameful, at the very least, is certainly not one of them.

But then again…if shame makes human..if shame makes him closer to you. Then maybe it’s not so bad.

The thought makes him giddy.

a/n: not proofread, just wrote this one

[fandoms-writings]

Hi, lovely!! I'm so excited about your sleepover and congrats on the milestone! No rush on the below request! ❤️❤️

1-

"stop staring." / "i can't, you're so pretty like

this" (0/2)

With TFATWS!Bucky if that's okay?

Thank you baby! I hope you enjoy ❤️

Pairing: tfaws!Bucky x hairstylist!Reader

Word Count: 423

Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY

come celebrate with me!

Who knew that when Bucky stumbled into your salon one morning, begging you to cut his hair, that you'd end up like this?

That first haircut had been the equivalent to a therapy session for Bucky. At the time, you weren't sure what was attached to those long locks, but by the way he carried himself, you knew it was something heavy, so you cut it for him. 

But he kept coming back.

He never let his hair get too much longer than a military cut, and you noticed he wasn't a fan of being in the salon when it was busy, so you stayed late for him. Making him the only client - the only person other than you - in the building during his appointments. Eventually he seemed more and more comfortable in the salon. Around you. 

He started bringing dinner to his appointments, knowing how you typically forgot to eat while you were working. It had become routine.

Then came the flirting, and who were you kidding, you loved it. You loved that he wanted to flirt with you, that he asked you out, and accepted your invitation to come into your apartment after he drove you home and walked you to your door after your date. 

Now, you were splayed out beneath him, pliant in his hold with his arms wrapped under your legs, using them as leverage to pull your hips harder onto his as he hit that perfect spot over and over. 

And just when you were about to fall over the edge, he slowed down and chuckled at the whine that left your lips, holding your hips still so you couldn't fuck yourself on him. 

"Bucky," You whined, looking up at him. You were going to beg him to move, to touch you, to do anything other than what he was doing, but his gaze locked on you stunned you, suddenly making you shy despite the position you were in. "Stop staring." 

"I can't," he let one of your legs go, resting it on his hip as he reached forward and grabbed your chin, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. You gasped when he thrusted again, taking the opportunity to slip his thumb past your lips, resting the pad of it on your tongue. "You're so pretty like this."

You moaned around his thumb when he leaned down, pressing even deeper if that was possible. His thumb pressed down on your tongue, saliva started pooling and he smirked. 

"I bet you look even prettier when you cum."

[jessybarnes]

tease him enough and he will put that tongue to good use 😌

😩🥵 Okay, but like...I know this isn't exactly teasing him but...

"Doll, you're staring again..."

Bucky raises an eyebrow as you slightly shake your head to rid your mind of the carnal image you'd just been picturing.

"Hm?"

"I said, you're staring again. What's on that pretty mind of yours that's got you so distracted?"

He licks his lips as you bite yours, and he takes note of the way you rub your thighs together in the sundress you're wearing. He smirks and walks over until he's towering over you.

"Nevermind, I can already tell what you're thinkin', pretty girl. Gonna let me take care of you?"

The needy whine that falls past your lips makes him groan as he sinks to the floor. His hands come to rest on your knees, one cool and smooth and the other rough and warm as he spreads you wide.

"Fuck, sweetheart. No panties? It's like you knew I wanted to bury my face in your sweet, little cunt."

Bucky dips his head low and slips his tongue between your folds, devouring you like a man starved. He groans and holds your thighs apart, keeping you from closing them.

"Oh, my god...fuck! Bucky!"

He swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit before closing his lips around it, sucking on it. Two of his metal fingers push inside of you and you know you're not gonna last.

"Baby, I...fuck Bucky, I can't! Feels too good...m'sensitive!"

He lets go of your swollen bud and looks up at you with desire in his eyes. His fingers still pumping in and out of you.

"You can and you will, princess. My pretty, little baby's been watchin' me all day, haven't you? You've made such a mess of the couch, Y/N. Are you close? You gonna cum for me?"

Your eyes roll back and your legs start to shake as you nod. Bucky leans in and flicks his tongue over your clit as he curls his metal fingers and that's all it takes before you're screaming his name and coating him in your release.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

🌹

“Iihpkshew! Ugh it’s hotter whed it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully.

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently run his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a small frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said seriously, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

[jessybarnes]

I'M UNWELL... 😫😫🥵🥵 PLEASE DBF!BUCKY IS MY WEAKNESS.

This turned out more debauched than i intended, my bad. 

No thots just -

Dads best friend Bucky.

“C’mon spread your legs for daddy” He has you straddled on top of him, lining his cock up with your soaked cunt, rubbing the tip through your folds. You whine, sinking down on him, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain at the stretch of his length. “That’s it baby girl, lookin’ so pretty for me, God damn” 

Your nails dug into his thick shoulders, thigh burning from riding him up and down, your breasts bouncing in his face. It didn’t matter how many times he had you spread out like this, it always made him feral; the one person that was off limits to him, naked and riding his cock. 

“Such a good slut for me sugar, my little fuckdoll” He groaned, grabbing your hips, and squeezing your ass in his hands, loving how soft your skin was. “Dirty filthy fuckin’ slut, you love fuckin’ your dads best friend” 

“M’not a slut” you pout, moaning when he thrusted up from under you, nudging against that sensitive spot only he could reach. 

“But you’re my slut princess, look at the creamy mess you’re making all over me, you’re so slutty baby, you’re a dirty girl, so fuckin’ naughty” Bucky couldn’t get enough of your bottom lip jutting out, chewed raw, your skin glistening with sweat, your face twisted from pleasure. He grabbed his phone, guiding you to lean back so he could capture your whole body with his cock sheathed inside you. 

“Daddy, what are y-” 

“Shhh, smile for me pretty baby” Bucky cooed, capturing the way your brows were knitted together, eyes glazed over. He captured another of you looking at him with those doe eyes that drove him insane. Then another of your perfect form, white cream messy on the dark hair at the base of his cock, your thighs spread across him. 

“Lean back and open those legs for me, lemme see that pretty button of yours baby” Bucky murmured, gently maneuvering you till your legs were spread wide apart, your pussy stretched around his shaft. “There it is, s’all swollen huh princess, want daddy to rub it better?”  

Your felt your skin heat up, burning under his gaze while he eyed you up and down, getting more pictures all just for him. 

“Daddy” you whined out, collapsing on his chest, hiding away from him. You kept your face against his neck, needy whimpers slipping past your lips, sucking on his pulse point to keep your moans down. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, stroking your hair and rubbing your back, tossing his phone aside while continuing to fuck up into you. 

“All shy for me, sweets? Use your words pretty girl, you want daddy to play with your clit? Make you feel good?” 

“uh huh” Your voice was muffled against his neck, crying out when he started to speed up. He slammed your hips down to meet his strokes, pulling your body to his and rolling over. He pinned you against the bed, fucking you into the mattress. 

“OH-F-Fuck! Da-Daddy!” Your eyes rolled back, screwed shut from pleasure.  

“Open your eyes” He smacked your cheek, squeezing them together, making your lips pout, “Keep your eyes open while I fuck you, don’t you dare close them baby, look at me when I’m deep in your pussy” 

You clung onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, taking each of his thrusts, your nails scratching angry red lines down his back.  He let out a growl, snaking a hand down, pressing onto your lower belly, making you feel where his tip was hitting that sensitive spot only he could reach.

“Feel that? Feel my cock in you sweets, s’deep, so deep in you, m’making a mess in there baby, there’s so much precum, m’leaking so much in you” 

You clenched at the thought of his cum filling you up, usually having him pull out and covering your face instead. Your pussy dripped around his shaft at how it would feel to have him give you his full load, his warm seed pumping you up, giving you his kids, feeling him throb-

Fuck-

“Open your mouth” You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out, letting him spit in your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you swallowed. “You’re such a good girl for me baby, makin’ it hard for me to pull out” 

Then don’t.

“I gotta pull out, huh? Better ease up sweets, choking my dick, I don’t know how long I’ll last with the way your squeezing and milking me” 

Then give me your milk, daddy. 

You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his waist, not wanting him to pull out. You shook your head while he let out a moan almost as if he was in pain, his body weight dropping on you. 

“S’not fair princess, you know I can’t” 

He couldn’t.

You were his best friends daughter.

Your dad would kill him if he knew.

He couldn't 

“Ease up sweets, you’re gonna make cum in you” Bucky warned as best as he could, his pace growing sloppy. 

“Put a baby in me daddy!” Your legs wrapped tighter around him, your ankles locked at his lower back. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes, clinging around his body, “Wanna have your baby” 

“Oh God” Bucky could feel his cock swell, his balls painfully heavy, the veins running along his shaft throbbing. He worked his hips faster, giving you harsh, slopping thrusts, his feet slipping against the sheets. “You want a baby? You want my baby? I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby” Bucky moaned, pounding into you until the headboard slammed against your wall. 

What the hell was he doing, he couldn’t-

“Get me pregnant daddy” 

Fuck, yes he could. 

“You’re gonna be a good. little. mama, n’I’m gonna be your baby daddy, n’you’re gonna be so gorgeous with that round belly and so much milk for our baby” You cried out, feeling pleasure building higher and higher, just ready to tip over as he slammed into you, his hands fisting the sheets by your head. “You gonna feed me baby?” He sucked your nipple into his mouth, his pace faltering further at the thought of your sweet milk flowing into his mouth, “Gonna give me mommys sweet warm milk?”

“Daddy, m’cumming!!” Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, clenching and squeezing his cock, making his balls tighten. Bucky let out a pornographic moan a the feeling of your scratches, legs locked at his waist not letting him pull out. His cock was rock hard, swollen beyond belief as he finally caved, letting pleasure burst through his cock. 

“FUCKK” He roared against your neck, the sheets tearing under his grip as he started to pump ropes of cum into you, “That’s it, take all of my cum in that pussy, take my kids pretty girl, my filthy little baby” Bucky stilled, still dribbling into you while you panted, your body pliant underneath him. He softly stroked your hair, gently kissing your temple, your eyes growing wide when you felt his cock some how harden again almost instantaneously.

“Better have an excuse for your dad baby, cause I’m not leaving this bed till you make me a daddy” 

[n0v4-z3r0]

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S BUTCHERED ANOTHER SQUAD?!”

Colin Venture, CEO of VentureTech, angrily threw a stack of papers off his desk. A subordinate, a man in a business suit, shrunk under his gaze. “I-It’s true, sir…” the subordinate stuttered out, “their vitals have flatlined, and all communication lost…their last known broadcast was entering combat with Subject 457…”

Colin grit his teeth and sucked in a seething breath. “DAMN IT! Damn her! What’s it going to take to SUBDUE that FUCKING COCKROACH OF A WOMAN?!”

Jessie Venture, his daughter, stood against the wall, her arms folded. She could play the role of supportive daughter very well. “Father,” she began, “something must be done about 457. We’ve received multiple messages from our shareholders. They’re starting to get nervous.”

Colin sat down roughly in his chair at his desk. “Damn it all…I would just kill the bitch outright, but we need her data, her genes! She’s the only survivor from the initial batch of test subjects, we NEED to know why!”

Jessie hummed. “If I may make a suggestion, Father…”

Colin sighed. “Go ahead, Jessie.”

“The mercenaries we’ve been sending after her quite simply don’t have the proper hardware; they’re organic. Not even close to her level. We’re sending a .38 special against an RPG.”

The CEO raised a brow. “What are you suggesting?”

Jessie smiled. “I think it may be time to send our newest recruits out into the field; people who are on par with 457.”

Colin furrowed his brow. “I don’t know…the modifications aren’t taking as well as we had hoped. They may not be able to stand up to her…”

“If the modifications are failing, then they are of little use to us anyway. Why not dispose of them and prevent another Facility 7 incident? If they succeed in subduing her, good. If they don’t, then we have no further use for their corpses.”

Colin pursed his lips, before nodding. “Very well. Jessie, make the arrangements.”

Jessie dipped her head. “At once, Father.”

Leaving his office, both Jessie and the subordinate walked side by side. “M-Miss Venture…” he spoke up, “aren’t you concerned about your father discovering your own agenda?”

“The old man is of no consequence,” she replied coolly, “he has no idea what’s going on in his own company. He’ll be dealt with soon enough. In the meantime, what does the observation team have to report?”

“They’ve done as you asked, Miss Venture. They’re currently trailing 457 and gathering surveillance, following a strict protocol of non-interference.”

“Good. Once the new subjects are deployed, I want the team to observe, gathering combat data.”

“Yes Miss Venture.” A pause. “…you don’t expect them to survive, do you?”

A cruel smirk. “Of course not; they’re cannon fodder at this point. But the combat data will be worth it.”

The subordinate nodded. “You are far more pragmatic than your father, Miss Venture.”

She chuckled. “Oh I know. But don’t worry; if things work out, we won’t have to deal with him for much longer. Let our shareholders know that I have a plan and set up a private meeting.”

“Yes, Miss Venture.”

[sixpennydame]

Make. Believe. ❖ Act 3

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

The AoT Premiere approaches, but all Levi can think about is you.

Warnings/Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, infidelity (Reader has a boyfriend as first), mentions of AoT final season episodes

A/N: There will be a final drabble that highlights more of the AoT episode premiere event; I wanted this part to focus more on our two main characters, but I've been having so much fun with the extra details in the drabbles. I hope you've enjoyed my take on AoT Actor AU!!

Act 1 | Act 2

Levi can’t keep track of what country he’s in, what time zone or even what day it is.

But he knows it’s been 186 days since he’s seen you.

Japan had been a whirlwind of promotions for the last two parts of the Attack on Titan final season, with meet-and-greets, commercial shoots, and talk show appearances. Europe had been much the same, and although it was exhausting, it was also fulfilling, being back with the cast, traveling with his old friends. He was sad to see it end, but he was also excited about other projects that were coming up. And next month, he’ll be going to the Cannes Film Festival, where the movie you and he shot together will finally premiere. After eight months, he’ll see you again.

But before that, he’s returned to Japan for the premiere of the final two episodes of Attack on Titan. Jet lag is still hitting him hard, and he sighs when he looks over at the clock and sees that it’s only two o’clock in the morning. Another sigh escapes his lips when he looks over at the naked body beside him in the bed. He can barely remember her name - was it Jessica? Jessie? All he really knows is that she was sitting next to him in the bar of the Tokyo Grand Hotel and that she looked as lonely as he was. He feels guilty - he’s never been one for one night stands - but he was yearning to feel your body again; and if he couldn’t have you, then this was good enough.

These days, your face is everywhere. You’d recently contracted with Christian Dior and were now the model for Miss Dior cologne. As Levi had arrived at Haneda airport, there was a giant poster of you tangled up in silk sheets with your hair cascading down one bare shoulder. “What Would You Do For Love?” the poster asked.

When he walked in a posh area of Shibuya, there was another advertisement of you; this time you’re lying across a sofa in a black silk dress, the pink bottle of cologne pressed against your chest. Your eyes are half-lidded and sultry - the same kind of look you’d give him when you’d make love, all those months ago.

He reaches over and grabs his phone, the light from the screen illuminating his face in the darkness as he scrolls mindlessly through Instagram. He stops when he sees that you’ve posted a picture.

“Just finished filming season one! Now for a much needed break.”

You’re surrounded by your other cast members, all of you smiling. A man has his arm around you and Levi squints to look closer at the picture. He wonders if he’s just a friend, or if it’s something more, then he laughs at himself.

What is he doing? Why can’t he forget you?

He’s the one that made this choice, and he’s the one that pushed you away. You’re smart, ambitious, and beautiful - of course you’d find someone else to be with. But he can't help but wonder what it’ll be like to see you in person again, and with you on his mind, he eventually falls asleep.

Hours later, Levi’s phone is buzzing and chiming erratically and it jolts him awake. He turns off the alarm, then checks the time. “Shit, I gotta get up.”

He’d promised Erwin that they’d do a run this morning around the Imperial Palace Gardens. As he gets out of bed and grabs a t-shirt, an arm from the woman next to him reaches over.

“Hey,” she says softly.

“Hey.” Awkwardness and regret drip from his voice. “This was fun but you’ve gotta go - I mean I - I’ve gotta go. I have somewhere to be.”

“Ok…let me just go clean up a bit,” she replies as she picks her clothes up off the floor and makes her way to the bathroom.

Putting on his running clothes, Levi shakes his head. They’re two consenting adults, but he can’t help but feel embarrassed about it all. He hates these kinds of awkward moments, especially when he knows he has no feelings for the woman.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand and notices there’s an unread message. When he unlocks his phone, he sees that it’s from you and his heart starts to beat fast.

“Hi. Have fun at the premiere tonight.”

That was it, but Levi reads it a few times. He types out a simple, “Thanks,” not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to seem too eager.

He puts the phone down but after a few seconds, picks it back up again and types another message.

“How are you?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Got some good news?” The woman is out of the bathroom and dressed.

Levi looks up from the screen then puts the phone down quickly. “Yeah. Maybe.” He walks over to her and kisses her tentatively on the cheek. “I’ll text you later.”

“You don’t have my number.” She’s seen right through his lie.

“Look I’m sorry, it’s just that I -“

“It’s fine, I wasn’t expecting more out of this anyway.” Before she opens the door to leave, she stops to look at him. “You’re a good man, Levi. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

—-

Erwin stands at the entrance of the Imperial Palace East Gardens, looking at his watch. “You’re late.”

“I know, I know, I got held up. Sorry about that.”

“Still jet lagged?”

“A bit,” Levi answers as he messes with his smart watch. “You?”

“Not really. Cold showers in the morning really help me to adjust.”

Levi laughs. “Of course. I forgot you did that.”

“Every morning. Let’s go.” Erwin and Levi start jogging down the path that leads through the East Gardens. It’s early spring and the cherry blossoms are at their peak in Tokyo, pink petals falling down around them.

When Erwin and Levi were on set for Attack on Titan, they would jog together every morning. It was something that Levi had always done alone, but found having a running partner comforting, even if they barely talked to each other. Erwin had a perpetual aura of calm around him, which was difficult to find amongst other actors. Levi hadn’t seen much of him since his character died, and both had been busy doing other projects; these past weeks doing promos for AoT made him feel like it was old times.

They finish an hour later back where they started, sunglasses on with the hope that no one will recognize them. “You ready for tonight?” Erwin asks as he walks up to a vending machine to buy a bottle of water.

“Yes and no. It’s bittersweet, to see something you worked on for so long finally end. But I’m proud of the work we’ve done on it, and I’m excited to see how the final episodes turned out.”

“Me too. It was good to be on set with you again, even for just a short moment.”

“Yeah, those were not fake tears coming down my face, let me tell you,” Levi admitted with a laugh.

As both men walked through the park, Levi reached into his pocket to check his phone and sure enough, there was another text from you:

“I’m doing good. :-)”

It elicits a smile from Levi and Erwin laughs. “What?” Levi asks defensively.

“Oh nothing,” Erwin replies, “that’s just an awful big smile. Must be someone special.”

“Someone I was trying to forget, actually.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I’m an idiot and I thought it’d be better that way for her.”

“Ah, I see.” Erwin sits down on a bench under a sweeping sakura tree and Levi follows. “Levi, in all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always put others ahead of yourself. It’s one of the things I admire most about you. But sometimes, you should be a little selfish.” He puts a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “And it’s ok to go after the things that you want. When you do that, life finds a way of working itself out.”

Levi smiles. Even off-screen, Erwin had a way of saying the wisest thing, right when he needed it most. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

“‘Course I’m right,” Erwin grins. “And as your commander, my final order is for you to go after this woman with your whole heart.”

They both laugh and talk as they make their way out of the park and to the busy streets of Tokyo. When Levi returns to his hotel and enters the elevator, he feels his phone buzz. It’s another message from you, and Levi’s eyes go wide when he reads it:

“I’m in Tokyo to attend the AoT premiere. I hope you don’t mind.”

——

Iceland was cold. And lonely.

The last six months shooting the series had been an incredible experience. The cast was a mix of seasoned actors and newbies just starting out, and with a young, emerging director looking to prove himself, you knew that you were a part of something great. The days were long and sometimes exhausting, and often ended up with you collapsed on your bed looking over lines into the wee hours of the morning. For the most part, you were happy.

But god, you missed Levi.

That last night you saw him, you couldn’t understand why he thought it would be better for you two to be apart, but you pretended to be ok with it. And it had taken everything in you not to knock on his door the next morning when you were leaving. You’d seen the jealousy on his face that night - you knew he still cared for you. But your pride had you walk away without so much as a goodbye. It’s what he wanted, right?

So you tried to move on and forget him. You’d even started dating someone on set; a feeble attempt to prove to yourself (and to Levi, in a way) that you could be a working actor and keep up a relationship. He was nice enough and the sex was good, but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing.

You knew Levi hated social media and never updated his Instagram account, so you started following his AoT co-stars, hoping to get just a glimpse of him. Every once in a while, a video would come out on YouTube of him in an interview with other cast members, and you’d smile at how awkward he was at being himself in front of a camera.

When the date of the AoT premiere was announced, you immediately contacted your agent to get you on the guest list. You’d loved Attack on Titan for years - you had to be there. And to be honest, you wanted to see that dark-haired, brooding man again, even if from a distance.

Filming was wrapped for the next several months, to give you all some much needed rest, but you only had one day at home before you were back on a plane and headed to Japan. As you arrived at your hotel in the darkness of the early morning, you got your phone out of your bag. Somewhere, in this sprawling city, Levi was sleeping. You wonder, does he ever dream of you?

You find his name in your contacts and send him a quick text. He probably won’t respond, you think to yourself.

When you wake up late that morning and see that he has, your heart skips a beat.

You can’t help but smile as you send him a reply. Then another. You fall asleep for an hour or so and when you wake up, he’s answered you:

“Of course not. I hope I’ll see you there.”

——

The area around the Toho Cinema Roppongi Hills is starting to fill with people as the time for the Attack on Titan, Final Parts 1 and 2 premiere approaches. A red carpet has been rolled out and barriers put up; press and media have started to set up in their usual places, in preparation for pictures and interviews with the cast. Premieres are a huge event, and something that Levi has been involved in more times than he can count, but this one - the final AoT episodes - makes him feel emotional.

Now that he knows you’ll be here, he’s glad he didn’t bring a date - not that he was looking for one. He, Erwin, and Hange had decided to be each other’s dates months ago and frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The three of them ride in a limo to the cinema, along with their publicists and agents. All of them are silent, feeling the weight of this moment, until Hange breaks the silence as they pull up to the entrance.

“Ok, boys…the last ride of the three amigos..”

The three get out of the car and the cameras instantly start flashing. Hange gets between both Levi and Erwin and takes either arm in theirs, walking the red carpet and taking pictures before they separate for individual photos and interviews.

Levi usually likes picking his own clothes out for premiers, but he let a stylist do it this time. He walks down the red carpet in black pants and jacket, with a black mesh collared shirt underneath, which gives just the faintest view of his toned chest. Silver rings adorn his fingers, and he’s slicked back his hair, which he’s been growing out the past few months, just for fun. Photographers are yelling at him from every direction, asking him to look their way, or to take a picture with Hange, Zeke, or Erwin. All around him are the smiling faces of people he’s known for over 10 years, and soon, other celebrities and guests attending the event follow behind them. He looks through the crowd and sees you having your picture taken. You catch his eye and smile; he tries to make his way toward you but he’s whisked away by his publicist.

There are seats reserved in the front of the theater for the cast, with guests sitting in the rows behind them. He takes out his phone and texts you almost immediately upon sitting:

“Come to the after party? It’d be good to catch up.”

He sends you the address and a few moments later, receives your reply:

“I’ll see you there. :-)”

As he puts his phone in the breast pocket of his jacket, Hange reaches for his hand. “Are you ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replies with a sigh, squeezing their hand tightly.

The lights lower and the screen lights up to cheers from the crowd.

—-

Watching the final episodes was emotional, to say the least, but the mood at the after party is joyful and energetic. Everyone is drinking, eating, laughing, and reminiscing. Levi is sitting at a table with Petra, Ulou, and Eld when Zeke runs up.

“Levi, Levi, Levi, I just heard the greatest idea!” He forces his way between him and Petra. “Cast tattoos!”

“What?” Levi laughs.

“Yeah! Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and the others are doing it - we gotta do it too. They’re leaving soon, so let’s go!”

“No, no, there’s no we in this,” Levi protests as he resists Zeke pulling him away from the table. “Besides, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh?” That stops Zeke immediately. “And who would that be?”

You thank your driver in your limited Japanese as you leave the car and enter the stylish restaurant. Walking through the crowded space, you see Eren and Mikasa laughing and drinking with a group of other young actors. As a fan of the show since its beginning, you are feeling like a total fangirl as there are cast members from every season around you. But as you walk around the room looking for Levi, you suddenly get nervous, thinking that maybe this was a bad idea; you’re not even sure what you’re expecting from this night.

Just as you think about leaving, you see him sitting at a table with the Levi Squad cast and Zeke, who has an arm around him. He looks up, sees you, and smiles, throwing Zeke’s arm off of him.

As he walks towards you, you admire how good he looks. He’s so sexy, you can feel yourself blushing.

“Glad you could make it” he says, pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek. His lips are soft, just like you remember them.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Attack on Titan has been my favorite series since forever. To be honest, I am so excited to be surrounded by the cast.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some of them.” He places his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the crowd. Your hunter green silk dress swoops down low in the back, so when his hand touches your bare skin it gives you goosebumps.

He takes you from group to group, introducing you to people you’ve only known through a screen. You laugh with Jean and Connie as they talk about the practical jokes they used to pull on Levi off-set; you sing Red Swan (your favorite opening song) with Armin and Sasha, Levi refusing to join in no matter how hard you all try; you take shots with Hange and gush about how much you loved their character.

Levi watches you and can’t stop smiling. He’d forgotten how good it feels to be around you, to talk and flirt with you. Your hand grazes his and when he weaves his fingers through yours, you don’t resist. Your eyes shine as you look at him; you don’t have to say a word but he knows you’re feeling it too.

The two of you eventually make it over to Erwin and you blush when Levi brags about the film you made together and your acting skills.

“No, no,” you interject, “Levi is the real talent. His acting on set was some of the best I’ve ever seen.”

Erwin smiles. “I’m sure you both complement each other well and that the movie will be spectacular. I’m looking forward to seeing it.” He gives Levi a knowing smile and lifts up his champagne glass.

“Levi! My buddy!” Zeke comes crashing through the group, clearly inebriated. “And who is this? It’s Miss Dior herself.”

“Oh you’ve seen those?” The way he says it brings a blush to your cheeks.

“Of course I have. You look absolutely mesmerizing in those ads,” he moves closer to you, “just like you do tonight.”

Zeke leans on a nearby table and gives a playful smirk. “How long are you staying in Tokyo? I could show you around, if you’d like.”

“She doesn’t need you showing her around anywhere.” Levi’s voice is forceful for the first time that night. You put a reassuring hand on his arm - you have to admit, you like seeing him a little jealous.

“Thanks for the offer, Zeke, but I already have extensive plans in Tokyo.” You give Levi a smile that lets him know that ‘he’ is the plan.

Erwin comes to the rescue of both of you. “Zeke, what’s this I hear about tattoos? Are we doing this tonight?” He puts an arm around Zeke and leads him away, giving you both a wink.

The restaurant is large and sprawling, built in the old Japanese style, but is an interesting mix of East and West, old and new. There’s a garden in the center with the main area and smaller, more private rooms surrounding it. Wanting to escape the noise and commotion, you lead Levi outside, “It’s a bit quieter out here.”

“And more beautiful,” Levi replies, as you walk across a small bridge crossing a koi pond.

“It really is beautiful out here. I’ve always loved Japanese gardens.”

“I wasn’t talking about the garden.” He moves closer to you as you lean against the banister of the bridge. “You look stunning.”

“You know why I chose hunter green, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “Because it’s Levi’s color.”

“Oh really?” He is in front of you now, his hand grazing your arm ever so slightly as he looks you up and down.

“Mmmhmm, he’s always been my favorite character.”

“Nice to know I have a fan.”

“I’m just one of many.”

“But you’re the only one that matters.”

That makes you giggle. “So flirty. Is that how you get the ladies these days?”

“I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” He looks at you with his piercing eyes. “It’s always been you.”

His words are like music to your ears, but you’re determined to stand firm. You can’t let him off so easily. “That didn’t seem to be the case six months ago.”

“Because I thought it was for the best, but I was wrong. So wrong. And I’ve regretted it every day since.”

His hand moves around your waist and he pulls you close. The lights of the garden shine in his dark grey eyes as his lips softly press against yours. You can’t help but return the kiss, your mouth opening slightly, inviting his tongue inside. When he moves away slightly, you realize you’d been holding your breath.

“I never should have let you go.”

“Levi, I..”

A few noisy and slightly drunk guests amble outside, ruining the moment. Without a word, Levi takes your hand and pulls you to a far corner of the garden, toward the private rooms. He pulls back the heavy, velvet curtains separating the room from the garden and gestures for you to enter. The room is small and intimate, decorated in a western style with a large, ornate mirror. You walk around, admiring the wingback chairs and gilded furniture, and then you feel Levi’s presence behind you.

His fingers lightly skim your bare arms, leaving a trail of heat coursing through your body. You close your eyes when you feel his warm breath against your neck, followed by soft kisses.

“Levi..I’m seeing someone..” you manage to say.

“Oh yeah?” He responds gently in your ear before kissing your earlobe. “You sure about that?”

When you open your eyes, you notice that you’re in front of the mirror and can see Levi kissing along your neck and shoulders. He looks up and grins.

“Right now I only see you and me.”

He continues kissing along your shoulder until the thin strap of your dress falls down your arm. You can’t resist him, you never could, and so you give in to your desires. You lean your body until your back is pressing against his chest. One of his hands is holding yours while the other is moving the fallen strap down lower, exposing your breast.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he looks at you in the mirror, his hand moving to cup your breast. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this all night.”

You guide his other hand lower, to the high slit of your dress, urging him to touch your thigh. “I missed you, Levi. So much.”

For you, it’s always been him as well. As much as you’ve tried to deny your feelings for him these past six months, all it took was one touch from him for it to all come back. And now you want more.

His hand finds its way between your thighs as his other hand massages your breast. “You’re already so wet for me,” he notices, as his fingers begin to rub your clit.

“You’re the only one who knows how to make me feel good,” you reply, then your breath catches as he pushes your panties to the side and sides a finger inside you.

It’s a beautifully erotic sight, watching yourself in the mirror as Levi pinches your nipple and pumps his finger in and out of you. You can’t help but let out a moan.

“‘Shhh, you don’t want someone to hear, do you?”

“I don’t care. Levi, I need you so badly.”

You turn around to kiss him, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the floor. Almost immediately, he has you pressed against the wall and is lifting your dress up to your waist. He’s unbuttoning his pants as you slide your panties down, but only get so far as taking them off one leg before he lifts that leg up and rubs his cock against you.

Levi has tunnel vision right now; all he can see is your perfect body, all he wants to hear are the moans of his name from your pretty mouth. And that’s exactly what he gets when he thrusts inside you. You bite your bottom lip as he pounds into you again and again. “I thought you didn’t care if someone heard us?”

“I’m trying to be good,” you reply breathlessly.

“Oh I think we’re well past being good.”

He pins your arm over your head as his other hand is still lifting your leg, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You kiss and suck on his neck, leaving a small mark.

“Careful there..”

“What? Makeup can cover it up,” you tease seductively, referring to the first time you and Levi made love.

He lets out a soft growl. “Then I suppose now we’re even.” He picks up the pace, watching as your breasts bounce up and down with each hard thrust. You’re driving him wild; every nerve in his body feels completely alive.

“Levi, I’m…”

He knows. He’s feeling it too. He kisses you long and hard, then feels your walls spasm around him. It’s just what he needs to push him over the edge, and as he cums inside you, it’s as if the whole world has stopped; only your uneven breaths mark the time passing.

You continue to spasm around his cock as your mind goes completely blank. You can’t explain it, but Levi elicits the longest, most intense orgasms from you. It’s just how your body reacts to him - you can’t explain it.

He says your name in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. “Will you forgive me? For all the time we wasted apart. I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

“Yes. Yes, I forgive you.” You run your fingers through his silky hair. “I know we can make this work.”

Of course you forgive him. You’d forgiven him the moment you laid eyes on him tonight; maybe even before that.

The bottom of your dress falls back over your legs and Levi gently pulls the straps back up on your shoulders. You are his, and he is yours - it’s always been this way, and now both of you know it. As you fix your hair and touch up your lipstick in the mirror, there’s a commotion in the garden.

“Leeeeeviiiiiiiii! Where are you? We’re getting tattoos!”

He’d know that yell anywhere: it’s Hange.

“Yeah, come on, Levi! We’re all getting tattoos!”

And Zeke is with them.

“Goddammit. Let’s stay here a little longer.”

You laugh. “You should do it…for memories.” You cup his cheek and give him a kiss. “Get it on your ass, so then only I can see it.”

At that, Levi rolls his eyes. “Don’t make this weirder than it already is.”

He takes your hand in his, then meets the screaming duo in the garden. “Ok, fine, let’s do this,” he resigns, as he leads you along to join the group.

“You want me to come too?”

“Of course.” His face is serious, but there’s a joy in his eyes. “I don’t intend on letting you out of my sight.”

“Yes!” Zeke exclaims. “Eren, Levi is in! Let’s go!!”

And so you walk, hand in hand, out of the restaurant to find the others.

——

“There’s no denying that the two of you have an incredible chemistry in the film. Did that come naturally?” the interviewer asks.

“I think I felt that spark between us almost immediately. Wouldn’t you say?” Levi answers.

“Oh yes, absolutely,” you reply fondly.

It’s the week of the Cannes Film Festival and you and Levi are on the interview circuit. After the AoT premiere, you broke up with your boyfriend and stayed with Levi in Tokyo, then went with him to Singapore and Seoul as the cast traveled from city to city. The month flew by and the next thing you knew, you were both traveling to France.

You’re together everywhere, and the paparazzi have quickly deduced that you're an item. It’s been a hot topic of all the celebrity and gossip sites, but neither of you care - a rare occurrence, for Levi especially, who has always valued his privacy intensely.

“And you’re actually a couple in real life, correct?”

“We are.” You answer tentatively. “He tolerates me, anyway.” You make light of it, but answering this question always makes you nervous, since you’re not quite sure how much Levi wants to share.

“More than tolerate,” Levi squeezes your hand, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to my life.”

He knew this question would come up, because it always does these days. But he’s realized, he’s not concerned with the gossip or the naysayers; he knows that whatever challenges come your way, the two of you can ride it out.

He believes this will work, because he’s in love with you. And after this interview is over, he’s going to tell you exactly that.

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[jessybarnes]

FUCCCCKKKK 🥵🥵🥵🥵 It's not even 8am here and what a way to wake myself up 😩😩 How am I supposed to focus on work now?

Bby, this was so good! Like DAMN... yes, please.

hi since you have opened up for female characters would you be interested in writing something for Wanda with girlfriend reader? maybe they are trying new things and wanda realises her girl has a small crush on Bucky and arranges something? 👀

or if this is too much then something with just Wanda and reader please. only if you feel like it thanks

hello! I apologise for taking so long, and I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your girlfriend notices that you have a crush on a certain super-solider, so she decides to do something special for you.

warning - smut, bi stuff, sharing kink, cuckolding, voyeurism, swearing, oral sex, fingering, magic use, squirting.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

Wanda had watched you blush whenever Bucky would enter the room or talk to you, noticing how you had gained a tiny crush on the troubled super-solider. She thought she’d be jealous, but instead, she had a brilliant idea, wanting to treat her little girl to something sweet. She smiles when she enters your shared room, spotting you sitting against the headboard, Bucky waiting patiently outside. “Hey, honey. I want to do something kinky tonight. Are you up for it?” 

Your eyes widen, swallowing as you nod. “Y–yeah… What did you have in mind?” You watch her eyes glow a bright red for a split second before Bucky enters, and you choke on your saliva. “Wands… Why is Bucky here?” You clench your legs together, feeling your core pulse and leak at the thought of what will happen. 

Wanda walks over, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I know you have a crush on him, honey. So, I thought, why not let you have a taste of him.” She leans closer, looking you in your eyes. “You want that, honey? Do you want to get a taste of Bucky? Want him to fuck your cute little pussy?” 

You whimper, squirming in your spot. Your eyes flicker between the two, staring into the darkness of Bucky’s eyes. “Please…” You beg, biting on your bottom lip. 

Wanda smirks, “My needy little baby.” Her hands slide down your body, grazing your soft breasts and landing between your legs, cupping your sopping cunt. Wanda gently rubs your swollen clit over your drenched knickers, smiling sweetly at the sounds that escape past your lips. Bucky groans, adjusting himself, eyes locked between your legs. “I’m going to sit back and watch him take you apart, honey. Let you have a free pass on getting fucked by a man. Do you want that?” 

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding your head. “Yes, yes, please!” Your back arches as she continues to rub you. “Nooo!” You whine when she stops touching you, moving to the chair in the corner of the room, wanting to watch. Bucky takes the nod Wanda gives him as a sign to go, and you moan when you feel something cold touching you. Your head moves to the side, mouth hanging open as Bucky rubs you through your knickers before pulling them to the side and rolling your pretty little clit between his fingers. “Oh…” 

“That’s right, doll. Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, moving your body closer to the large man, your head fuzzy as a fantasy of yours has finally come true. Bucky groans, watching your juices leak onto his fingers, covering him. “Your girlfriend is so good, doll. Letting you get touched by me, you should be thanking her.” He moves down to your hole, poking and prodding until he slowly pushes a finger inside, followed by another.

You grip the seats and clutch onto his arm, and breathless moans leave your lips. “F–fuck, thank you! Thank you so much, baby!” You clench and unclench around him. You feel yourself getting close, right on the edge, until the core inside of you snaps. Your back arches, and you whine. Your juices squirt out of you as Bucky curls his fingers. “Oh, god!”

Wanda sits back, feeling herself throb as she watches you get pleasured by somebody else. “He’s not done, honey.” Her eyes move to Bucky’s. “Fuck her, and don’t hold back. She’s a whore and doesn’t deserve anything gentle.” She crosses her legs and rests against the chair, hooded eyes staring directly into your dazed ones. 

Bucky shrugs, looking down at you. “Well, you heard her. I have to fuck you like a whore.” He pulls his shirt over his head, and your eyes widen, whimpering as they slowly move down his body, watching as he unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans down. You let out a choked gasp as your eyes landed on his bulge. It wasn’t like his size was a mystery, as his pants always showed he was packing, but the fact that he was standing in front of you, hard and ready to fuck you made you whimper. “Aww, doll. Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.” He smirks, climbing on top of you and spreading your legs. 

Your mouth falls open into a silent scream as Bucky pushes his thick member into your tight cunt, grunting as you squeeze him. “Jesus, fuck, doll! You’re so fucking tight!” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper into you. 

“Bucky… Please, move!” You moan, trying to fuck yourself onto him. Bucky pins your hands down, glaring down at you as he begins to pound into you, fucking you fast and hard, splitting you open from the inside. “Oh, god! Feels so good!” Your eyes connect with Wanda’s, and you whimper as she smirks. 

Bucky snarls, gripping your chin and making you look at him. “I’m fucking you, not her. You look at me, understood?” You nod, moaning, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pounds into your sweet spot. His pubic hair rubs against your clit, causing tingles to shoot through your body, and your toes curl. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, cum for me, you fucking whore.” He lifts your hips, stuffing a pillow underneath as Bucky goes feral, slamming into you harder and harder, grunting as your walls tighten around him and your juices squirt out of you. “Shit! Can I cum in her?” He looks over to Wanda, not slowing down.

“No, cum in her mouth. She wants a taste.” Bucky groans, and you whine when he slides out of you and drags your body down the bed before stuffing your mouth full of him, thrusting in and out, his heavy sacks hitting your chin. “Like that, do you like that, honey?” 

You moan around Bucky, trying to nod as your hands grasp his thighs. You gag and choke as he thrusts deep into your mouth, a bulge appearing. Bucky grips your hair, his hips stuttering and his balls tightening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good, doll!” He grunts, burying his cock deep into your throat as he releases, spurting thick amounts of cum. 

You swallow, licking him clean and giving his tip a little suck. You whimper when you pull off, sagging into the bed, feeling all tingly between your legs. Bucky moves next to you, sighing as he lies down, and Wanda makes her way over. “You were such a good girl for us, honey.” She drags her finger up and down your thigh, slowly moving between your legs and slipping two fingers into you, causing you to whine. “Shh, it’s okay.” She slowly thrusts them in and out before pulling them out of you and bringing one finger to her mouth, sticking it in and sucking. “Mmm, always taste so sweet for me, honey. Have a taste, Bucky.” She leans over you and sticks her other finger in his mouth, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, taste so good, doll.” Bucky sucks your girlfriend's finger, and you moan as you watch, squirming beneath them. “Round two?” Wanda’s eyes glow a bright red, and your back arches when you feel pressure on your clit. Her magic swirls around you, and you moan, knowing you are in for one hell of a night.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[iamfabiloz]

have a little idea of a drabble if that’s ok!

just. some squirreljessy fluff. maybe squirrelflight has had a fight with bramblestar, so jessy comforts her and then they decide to run away together?

this is such an old ask WAA when i was doing writing rqs in 2022 (i am no longer but) this one is for u anon *looks up at the sky* i started this almost 2 years ago and its not rlly done but I am all out of steam and am in no way a real writer so i just gave up this is what i got cw bad (i do not feel this vehemently abt anything here sorry i just got rlly into character LOL

“Run away with me, Squirrelflight.” 

Jessy’s meow was level, calm, as if the words she had just uttered were completely ordinary and not life-changing in the slightest.

Squirrelflight sputtered, choking on the mouse she had just settled down to eat. 

“W-what?” 

The deputy was now acutely aware of the deafening silence all around her, occasionally broken by the occasional squawk of a bird or creak of a branch. 

Unnerved, Squirrelflight suddenly wished for the comforting babble of her clanmates to fill the air, draining the tension from the too-quiet woods. But she knew none would come, the area they were in was a little more than a 10-minute walk from camp after all.

 It was just the two of them. 

The dark ginger molly suddenly shifted uncomfortably as the air seemed to get heavier, the little patch of forest they were in seemingly more enclosed and less spacious by the minute. It was as if the whole territory was as shocked by Jessy’s words as Squirrelflight was. 

The deputy’s partner had wheedled Squirrelflight for a moment alone all day, much to Bramblestar's chagrin. Squirrelflight’s former mate kept making up excuses for her to ignore Jessy’s request, sending Squirrelflight on errand after errand as if she were nothing but a misbehaving apprentice!

It made Squirrelflight’s claws itch and pelt prickle with frustration and she so longed to fire back at the brown tabby tom’s nonsensical demands, but she held her tongue, just this once. She wanted to meet with Jessy without being interrupted or hounded about undone checklists, thank you very much. 

So she trudged along the obstacle course Bramblestar had purposefully set for her, completing task after task (which included elder den management, tick-removal, border re-marking, herb stockpiling, and fresh-kill charting) until she was finally finished with a good enough portion to be excused for personal time. 

 Squirrelflight had quietly slipped away with a mouse in maw to meet her mate at their favorite spot in the territory: an old crooked oak tree with gnarled roots and a gaping hole beneath it big enough to house two full-grown cats. Squirrelflight had squeezed in, waiting for Jessy to meet her there. 

She momentarily relived the burst of affection she’d felt when she’d seen the brown she-cat pad closer to her location.

Whatever Squirrelflight has been expecting Jessy to say, it had certainly not been this. 

“You heard me.” The brown kittypet snapped, leaning in closer to meet Squirrelflight’s bewildered green gaze. 

“We can’t be happy here, love. Not with him around. Run away with me, Squirrelflight.” 

Squirrelflight gulped down the rest of her mouse, the prey dropping into her belly like a cold stone. 

“I- he… I know Bramblestar can be a bit… difficult.” 

“A bit is an understatement.” Jessy unsheathed her claws with a growl. 

“The guy’s a total asshole, Squirrelflight. We both know it.” 

Squirrelflight flattened her ears. 

Damn. She’s right. 

“I know, Jessy.” Squirrelflight sighed. “I know that better than any cat. But…” 

Jessy frowned. 

“But what? You’ve dealt with enough of his bullshit for a lifetime! I’ve only been here for a season and he’s already driving me crazy! I don’t know how you put up with it for so long.”

Jessy lashed her tail, her claws kneading at the ground impatiently. Squirrelflight placed her white paw on the she-cat’s shoulder, gazing at her with a silent plea. The molly’s amber gaze softened for a heartbeat, melting into the warm honeyed kindness that Squirrelflight had fallen for, before hardening back into the stern amber the deputy also admired. 

“Please try to understand, Jessy. I can’t just pick up and leave my clan out of the blue. I have responsibilities here.” 

An image of a lithe brown and white tabby flashed in Squirrelflight’s head, along with an elderly pale ginger molly and two younger toms. 

Leafpool, Sandstorm, Lionblaze, Jayfeather. 

Another vision crowded Squirrelflight’s mind, one of ThunderClan cats, big and small, hunting, patrolling, sharing tongues, and laughing as a group. 

My family and my clanmates are both so precious to me. Oh how could I be so cruel as to leave them? 

Squirrelflight closed her eyes, trying to choke back her rising distress at the thought of abandoning them all for her own desires. 

They need me. It would be selfish to just walk out when I’ve dedicated my whole life to them. 

“Are you thinking about your kin?” Jessy’s voice softened, her usual fire dimming. 

Squirrelflight nodded, blinking. “And my clanmates. Oh, Jessy, I can’t. I couldn’t. How could I leave them all?” 

Jessy looked away, her gaze darkening. 

“Squirrel…” Jesse’s maw slowly closed. 

Squirrelflight felt a rush of panic.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just-“

“Your duty. I know, I know.“ Jessy leaned over and brushed her muzzle against the deputy’s cheek.

“I just wish it could be easy.” 

 “I know Jessy, me too.” Squirrelflight sucked in a breath. “No matter what I think of Bramblestar, my clan always comes first.”

“But what about you?” Jessy burst out, bristling. 

“Why should you continue dealing with that whiny bastard just for the sake of another cat’s wellbeing? Gah- what about your own?” 

Jessy’s teeth grinded and she let out an irritated hiss. Squirrelflight was pressed against her side in an instant, curling her bushy tail over her companion’s back as an attempt to soothe her nerves. 

Jessy took a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her maw, the tension in her frame slowly softening. The brown molly sagged against the deputy’s side, her face pressing against Squirrelflight’s thick-furred shoulder. 

“Feel better?” Squirrelflight offered, giving one of Jessy’s ears a quick lick. 

“Mmrgh… no.” Jessy grunted, lifting her head, her expression twisting into a deep frown. 

“I love you so much, Squirrelflight. You know that right? So it’s absolutely infuriating to watch that rotten pile of manure treat you like a kitten who’s wet behind the ears and not the capable pillar of ThunderClan I know you are.” 

Squirrelflight felt a deep purr rumble in her chest, words unable to express how thankful she was for her companions' support. 

“Oh Jessy, I love you too. I’ll have to consider it for a bit though. I hope you understand.” 

“Of course.” Jessy meowed, padding forward to affectionately bump foreheads with her. 

“Hey, I know I said a lot of shit alright, but this is your decision. I won’t force you to do anything, and whatever you decide, I’ll be fine. Don’t pay any mind to my emotional blubbering, this is about you and what you're comfortable with. I can handle that fuzz-brained idiot myself, I was just concerned about how he affects you. I know it’s a huge thing to consider, with you having folks here and all and it’s reasonable to have doubts. Just know I’ll be with you through thick and thin, Squirrelflight.” 

Jessy pulled away, a twinkle in her amber eyes.

“No matter what.” 

“Thank you Jessy.” Squirrelflight grinned, suddenly feeling a rush of energy she hadn’t felt since she was a young cat. 

“Now… I think I’d like to have a little chat with Bramblestar. I didn’t appreciate how he made me his errand cat today.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hell to Me, Heaven to You

|| Reneé Rapp x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; very little drabble! descriptions of body dysphoria, reader feeling dysphoric, negative thoughts, some lines based on lyrics

|| Summary; reader's experiencing dysphoria, reneé comforts them after finding them in the bathroom. lost in the mirror.

Requests open!

Started; September 16th

Finished; September 16th

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The bathroom. You couldn't count how many hours you spent in here, just staring into the mirror and wishing you were somebody else. No, not somebody else in the traditional sense of "oh I hate my life". You loved your life. You had an amazing girlfriend, stable job, decent apartment. Everything you could want. No, when you say "I wish I was somebody else"... you mean another gender. You hated your body. It was hell to you.

A knock at the door interrupted you from your thoughts, causing you to flinch and turn your head from the mirror. You hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Baby?" Reneé's voice sounded as you took a breath and fixed your appearance. Maybe she wouldn't notice you were just crying for the last ten minutes.

The moment you opened the door, she took one look at you and hugged you. Should've figured she would notice. You accepted her hug, arms loosely falling to her hips.

"Hi..." You murmured against her shoulder where your mouth rested.

The two of you stayed in each other's arms, Reneé didn't move. Waiting for you to part first. When you did, her hand came up and cupped your cheek. Wiping some of the tear stain that remained," Talk to me." Her voice was soft, laced with patience. Her eyes never leaving yours.

"I..." You couldn't find your words, all your thoughts swirled together. Telling you things you didn't want to hear.

She doesn't care.

You're never gonna be who you want to be.

Just shut up. Do everyone a favour and just-!

"Y/N." Reneé's voice was a little more tense and panicked as she cut off your thoughts. Good thing, too.

You swallowed and walked out to the couch where she followed after you. The two of you sitting down together, her hand rested on your knee as she waited for you to speak.

"...Dysphoria's kicking me in the ass again." You said finally. She frowned, having figured that was part of it.

Her hand came up from your knee, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do," She murmured. Resting her chin to your head," Your body is heaven to me."

The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for the next hour or so, Reneé whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Hoping to bring a sense of comfort to you and ease some of the louder thoughts in your mind.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Jessica was never very good with affection. It's not that she wasn't affectionate, quite the opposite. She was so full of love, for everyone she cared about, that it ended up spilling over in ways she didn't know how to express. She couldn't separate romantic and platonic feelings the way other people seemed to be able to, but she'd eventually learned that with most people it was best to restrain your affection. That not everyone appreciated their friends getting cuddly and affectionate all the time, and that was okay. It sounded like a lesson you had to teach to a fifth grader, but she was still a little bad with putting it into practice.

So she held herself back around PR1ZE and Cicada. She could tell they were close. She wasn't sure if they were dating, nobody was. She'd asked Jessie about it and yee had just laughed and changed the subject. But they were close, in a way that she wasn't.

They called each other Bug and Fox. She thought that was sweet of them. She hoped she'd find someone like that one day.

Sometimes she looked at Jessie, Scarab, and B0UNTY, and that hope bloomed even harder inside of her. There was something about the three of them that she couldn't place, but that made her feel... happy. And jealous, much as she hated to admit it. She wanted to have with PR1ZE and Cicada what Jessie had with Scarab and B0UNTY. The easy smiles, the reassuring touches, the quick kiss that she barely saw when they were celebrating a job well done.

It called Scarab and B0UNTY Bug and Fox too. She didn't know why that made her feel so strange. She didn't know what path would lead her to becoming part of whatever they had. But looking at the three of them, taking up space together on the apartment's one couch, cuddling with three hats all tossed aside on the coffee table - she hoped she would work it out, one day.

PR1ZE isn’t the most affectionate person.

Not in the way most people see affection, at least. He’s never liked touch, it always made his arms burst out in goosebumps and made him pull away as fast as he could. He wanted to hiss and cry and bite.

That changed. He met Cicada, someone like him. Anxious. Too quiet. Their hands always balled into white knuckled fists and their eyes glancing around behind square glasses. And for some reason, he couldn’t stop. He started holding onto their hands, hugging them. Didn’t want to leave him behind. Didn’t want to stop holding onto them like their life depended on it. He felt dead when he wasnt around them, and at some point that feeling of life spread into everything.

Then the nicknames started. He forgot their name, of course he did, he forgot everything. He called him Bug. And Cicada, his friend, he smiled. Laughed, even. Told him that he could call him that. And PR1ZE felt alive.

He felt more Fox sometimes. When he was gone, when he didn’t feel like he could live, it just made sense. It reminded him of his Bug. Nobody else could call him that, but the name filled him with relief. It meant he was safe. It meant he was at home.

Movie nights became more and more frequent. Sometimes he would rest his head in Cicada’s lap and fall asleep there. They would hold hands and it would feel right. And he would feel safe for the first time in years.

Sometimes, in private, he would thank WOE.Begone for bringing him to the only person he’d ever loved.

Prize wasn’t a very affectionate person, but now he is.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Bakesale

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (f rec), unprotected piv, slight dirty talk, these two being in looooooooove)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: this is based on an anon request i got ages ago but can no longer find :( so i hope this finds you, anon!! 🫶🏼 also, for context, this drabble takes place between chapter six and seven :)

series masterlist | joel masterlist

“Sorry ‘bout this,” Joel apologized as he carried grocery bags filled with baking supplies into your kitchen. “Our oven’s been actin’ finicky, and I’m not sure what the hell I’m doin’—“

“You’re fine, Joel,” you said, placing a hand on his arm as he stood beside you at your kitchen island.

Things were still new between the two of you, both of you still frantic to impress the other, or at the very least not inconvenience them, but it truly was no inconvenience for Joel to come over and use your oven and advice, especially when it was for his daughter’s soccer team’s bake-sale.

“Still,” he said. “Thanks, baby.”

You felt a girlish smirk growing in your face at his casual use of the endearment, your ears not yet accustomed to hearing such a pretty thing.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, still smiling that bashful smile as you started to unpack the grocery bags. “So what are we making?”

“Sarah got assigned brownies,” he said. “Got my mom’s recipe.”

You continued unpacking the supplies while he pulled a piece of scrap paper with a scribbled list and instructions on it.

“You can read that?” you teased, laughing at your own question.

“Yes,” he replied, dry and unimpressed. “You got a problem with my handwriting?”

“If you were my student, I would,” you said, smirking at the smile that was growing on his face. “But seeing as you’re not, I guess it’s fine.”

“I can read it, that’s all that matters,” he replied, his tone thick with attitude. You laughed and nodded in agreement, reaching your hand out to rub his back in soothing circles.

“Alright, let’s get started?” you asked, turning your head to look up at him as you stood beside him, finding him already staring. “On second thought, I don’t remember you giving me a proper greeting when you walked in.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, his voice low as his eyes flickered to your lips. “Not too late?”

You smiled as you pulled him down to your lips, letting your hands rest on the side of his neck and jaw, relishing in the scratch of his beard against your fingertips. Joel’s arms were wrapped tight around your waist, hugging you close as he kissed you like a man returning to his wife after being lost at sea.

You could feel his love deep into your bones, right down into the marrow, and could feel the tenderness of his heart softening your own with each passing second here in his arms. You hoped this never faded, that the picture in your mind of the two of you sitting on some porch swing, old and grey, watching your children’s children playing in the yard would actually become reality.

“Mm,” he hummed, pecking your lips once more for good measure before pulling away. “I gotta stop before I get carried away.”

“I might like you getting carried away,” you said, giving him a mischievous smile. Joel chuckled and wiped his hand over his face before shaking his head.

“No, we gotta stay focused,” he managed through a sigh. “I only got until four until Sarah’s supposed to be picked up from Jessie’s.”

“Well, maybe if we start now, we’ll have some time left over for—“

“Alright, so I think we’re supposed to preheat the oven.”

The brownies were made and cooling on the counter with an hour to spare, giving you and Joel the perfect chance for some fun while you waited for four o’clock to roll around. Both sets of clothes were shed in a trail leading to your bedroom, giggles echoing off the walls as Joel practically threw your naked form onto the mattress with a grin.

“Made it to the bed this time,” he said, crawling onto the bed to join you.

“I would’ve let you fuck me on the kitchen floor,” you said, lightly scratching his scalp at the nape of his neck.

“Is that right?” He grinned, nudging your cheek with his lips as he kissed his way down to your pulse.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. Your smile faded as his lips trailed down to your sensitive peaks, your fingers in his hair clenching to hold him there. Joel returned your eagerness with a groan before pressing his hips into yours to let you feel his need for you. “Shit, baby.”

“You want it?” he asked, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. You nodded at him eagerly, the sight of his hair tousled from your hands, his eyes blackened with desire, his cheeks pink from excitement. “Can I taste you first, baby? All this bakin’ has me starvin’ for somethin’ sweet.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, letting your head fall back against the pillows as he kissed his way down your stomach, the sight too much for you to take. “Yes…please.”

“Please, what, baby?” he drawled, gripping the back of your thighs to press them up towards the mattress.

“Please taste me,” you moaned, meeting his dark eyes again. Joel smiled and nodded at you before bringing a finger up to your swollen bud, circling it a few times just to watch your eyebrows lace together before lowering it down to your entrance to gather your slick for a taste.

“Goddamn, you’re sweet,” he groaned, sucking his finger clean before lowering his mouth to your clit, kissing it softly.

Your head fell back against the pillow as his kisses turned into sucks that turned into beautiful swirls of his tongue, all of it building you up slowly and gently, like he had all the time in the world.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” you moaned, tightening your grasp on his hair when he found the perfect rhythm. “Fuck, don’t stop. Please—just like that.”

“I got ya,” he mumbled against you in between licks.

“Joel—“

“Come on,” he urged.

“Fingers,” you demanded. Joel lifted two thick fingers to your clit, swirling over it to gather some slick on them before sliding them down to your cunt and pressing in slowly. When he started to curl upwards while he continued working you with his mouth, you felt electricity shoot down your limbs before a white-hot, blinding pleasure washed over you. “S-shit!”

“There you go,” he cooed, sitting back to watch as his fingers drew your orgasm out until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached for his wrist.

“Come here,” you begged, pulling at his arm. Joel crawled back up to hover over your still-shaking form, his hand resting over the side of your face, warming you up like only he could. “I’d say you could do that for a living, but I’m not sure I want to share.”

“That good, huh?” he asked, clearly proud of his work.

“You know what’s even better?” You quirked a brow at him as you reached between your bodies to wrap your hand around his girth, gliding it over your sensitive bud and down to your entrance. Joel looked pained as he pressed into your heat slowly, holding your eye contact the entire time.

“Fuck,” he sighed when he bottomed out inside you. “So goddamn good.”

Your eyes rolled back as he drew himself out only to push back inside punishingly slow, allowing you to feel every single inch of him. Joel seemed just as wrecked by the pleasure as you, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder as he picked up his pace just the slightest.

“God, baby,” he groaned as your nails scratched down his back to rest on his hips, pulling him even closer. “Ain’t gonna last.”

“I wanna feel it,” you whispered into his ear, earning another strangled moan and a lovebite on your shoulder. “Let me feel you cum inside me, baby.”

“Jesus.” He sat back on his heels and positioned your legs to rest over his shoulders before he leaned forward again to pound into you deeper than he was before. You wanted to sob at the accuracy of each of his thrusts against that spot inside, but couldn’t manage a sound with the way he had you folded in half beneath him. Your hands clawed at the sheets for purchase as his thrusts grew brutal, each one bringing you nearer and nearer to your end. “Come on, baby. Gimme one more and I’ll let you feel it.”

“Fuck—“ You could feel yourself slipping into euphoria again, your mind going hazy as every good nerve inside you lit up. “Joel, fuck.”

“That’s it,” he praised, smiling down at you, though you missed it with the way your eyes were screwed shut. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Please,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Joel’s hips slowed to a stop, burying his entire length inside of you as he reached his high with a wrecked moan. Collapsing onto your chest, you felt your heartbeats race together as you both came down from the heights of your bliss in comfortable silence.

“Mm,” you hummed, turning your head to the nightstand to look at the clock. “And with twenty minutes to spare.”

Joel chuckled and lifted his cheek off your sternum, kissing it sweetly before sitting upright. You smiled widely at the state of him in all his wrecked glory as he wiped his brow and caught his breath.

“You and Sarah wanna come over for dinner tonight?” you asked, drawing his eyes to yours.

“I gotta ask first, but I think that sounds nice,” he said, grinning as his eyes seemed to admire your own disheveled appearance. “God, you look good like this.”

“Because I’m naked?” you asked with a teasing tone.

“That’s a part of it, I’m sure,” he chuckled. “But I just like seein’ you like this. You look like one of those Renaissance paintin’s or somethin’.”

“A painting?” you laughed. “Am I a sexy painting at least?”

“The sexiest,” he replied. “Now’s your turn to say somethin’ sweet to me.”

“Oh, is that how this works?” Joel nodded like a child. You smirked at him as your eyes trailed down his sweaty neck, the neck you daydreamed about kissing every single day since you met him, to his broad, lightly freckled, golden chest with just the tiniest bit of hair on it. His stomach had you licking your lips, the muscle behind the softness of his tummy making an appearance after his show of athleticism. When you reached the patch of hair above his length that was still buried inside of you, you shook your head and tutted at him.

“Joel, you are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” you said, lifting your eyes back up to meet his. “You’re going to think I’m joking, but after you…I really think I’m ruined for all men.”

Joel laughed, tipping his head back before meeting your eyes again, his hand smoothing your and down your thigh.

“Well, I plan on keepin’ you all to myself, so I don’t think you gotta worry ‘bout any other men.”

“Is that right?” you asked, smirking as you accepted his body on top of yours again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to hug him tight. “Glad we got that settled.”

The day of the bake sale arrived, and since Sarah had invited you to her game that went on simultaneously, you found yourself standing beside Joel and playing salesman at his plastic table set-up.

“Your mom’s recipe is popular,” you noted as you grabbed another empty pan from the table, setting it on the cooler filled with soda and water (and a beer or two hidden at the bottom) that Tommy brought.

“You haven’t gotten a piece?” he asked, sounding almost appalled. Reached for the last remaining tray full of brownies, he picked one up and handed it to you. “Here.”

“No,” you chuckled. “I don’t have any cash on me.”

He tilted his head and gave you a flat, unimpressed look. “You did all the damn bakin’, you deserve a piece.”

You finally accepted the brownie from his fingers and unwrapped it before ripping the corner off and taking a bite. Joel’s thumb lifted to the corner of your bottom lip, wiping a bit of chocolate off and sucking his finger clean with a wink.

“How was it?” he asked, smirking cheekily at you as you tried to play off your fluster. With a smirk of your own, you tore off another piece and lifted it to his mouth.

“I can confidently say…it’s the best I ever had.”

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[galladrabbles]

Hiiii omg I’m prompting! This is so exciting. My prompt is ✨mine❤️‍🔥

Can’t wait to read ‘em! Happy drabbling.

Hey Jessie,

thank you for your prompt which we will make ours this week.

The prompt this week is:

MINE

Happy Drabbling Everyone!

[jessybarnes]

I- 🥵😫... BBY, IT'S 7:45AM HERE....H-HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION AFTER THIS MASTERPIECE? 😫😫😫😫

Hello! I hope you are well!

Would it be possible to get a slightly jealous and possessive daddy Bucky Barnes with best friend Steve Rogers threesome smut one shot?

Thank you so very much 🥰

hello! I'm okay, I hope you are well as well! I also hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

warning - smut, stepcest, two cocks in one hole, swearing, innocent reader.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine.

Bucky was fuming as he watched his best friend flirt with you. He gulped down some of his beer as Steve pressed up against you, helping you grab something from the top shelf. Feeling his cock twitch as dirty thoughts entered his head. 

“Thank you, Stevie!” You look up at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirks down at you, his bulge pressing into your stomach, and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“Your welcome, sweetie. A woman like you shouldn’t be doing all the hard work.” His cock twitches as you giggle, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before hurrying off and toward your stepdad. Steve smirks at Bucky when he notices the glare on his face. His eyes move to watch your ass jiggle, your tiny skirt lifting when you bend over to place a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

“You okay, Daddy?” You bat your eyelashes, squealing as he pulls you into his lap. Soft giggles escape you as he smothers your neck in his special kisses. “Daddy! Stevie is here!” 

“That’s okay, doll. Why don’t we show Stevie here what we do for fun?” He raises a brow, his hand slowly moving up until he gropes your ass. 

Your eyes are wide as you stare at him. “Are you saying we can have playtime?” You blink, your head turning toward Steve, whose hand is on your back.

“That’s right, baby doll.” Bucky leans forward, catching your lips with his. Hands moving to your dripping cunt, soft whimpers escaping you as he rubs your swollen throbbing button. “So wet, doll. Who made you this wet, huh?” 

Your cheeks turn red as you sneakily look at Steve before snapping your head back to Bucky, eyes crossing as his finger sinks into your cunt. “Oh, so it was Steve that made you this wet? What a naughty little slut you are.” His fingers curl before he abruptly takes them out and sticks the finger out to Steve, giving him a look. “May as well have a taste. I’m not one to share.” You feel your cunt clench around nothing as Steve leans forward and sucks on Bucky’s finger. 

“Fucking hell. How do you expect me to stay away after tasting her?” Bucky shrugs before standing. You squeal and wrap your legs tightly around him as he and Steve head to your bedroom. “Aww, isn’t this the cutest room ever.” You watch with wide eyes as he picks up your penguin. “Who’s this little guy?”

You blush before burying your face in your stepdad���s shoulder. Bucky smirks and grips your ass tighter. “That’s Mr Penguin. He watches my little girl when I can’t, doesn’t he, baby doll?” You nod, squealing as he places you down on the bed, and both men step back. Their cocks straining against their jeans, large forms nearly taking up your room as they stand straight with their bulging arms folded across their chest. “Now, doll. I’m going to give you three options.”

You nod, arms folded onto your lap. Your plump lips pouted as you waited for your daddy to tell you your options. 

“The first option is I can fuck you while you choke on Stevie’s cock. The second option is I can fuck you while you sit on his face, or the third option is we both can fuck you in your pretty little pussy.” You whimper at them all, your cunt leaking as you picture them doing everything to you.

“Third option, please, daddy! Please! Wan’ both your cocks!” You plead, practically leaping forward, pawing at their pants. You whine when Bucky grabs your hands, and both older men stare down at you with dark smirks. 

“You sure, doll?” They chuckle when you rapidly nod your head, hands moving to undo their pants as you hurriedly take your top off, plump breasts bouncing free, causing their eyes to move down and watch them, licking their lips. You go to take your skirt off, but Bucky stops you. “Ah, uh, baby doll. Keep that on.” Your eyes move down to their prominent throbbing members, drooling as their tips leak. Bucky moves until he’s lying down, getting you to crawl on top of him. Steve moves behind you, his bulky body resting against your ass. 

“Daddy! Hurry up! I’m all tingly inside you!” A whine escapes you, followed by a gasp as Steve slaps your ass. Your body launches forward, and your nails dig into your daddy as the two men work their way inside you. Your eyes roll back at the stretch, whimpers leave you, and tears fill your eyes. “D–daddy! Too much! Too much!” Babbles make their way past your lips, feeling complete.

“Nah, uh, doll. You wanted this, and you’re going to take it.” He grunts as your walls pulse around him, and both men begin to thrust in and out of you. Their hands gripping your flesh, lips pressing against your skin. “Fuck! Shit feels so fucking good. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

Steve groans, sending a hard thrust into your stretched-out cunt. His hand was coming around, flicking, pinching and rubbing your clit. “Fuck yes! Best fucking pussy! Gonna be so fucking addicted after this!” His blue eyes are dark with lust, hips pounding harder into your tiny body as Bucky thrusts up into you simultaneously. “You like this, sweetheart? Like having your dad and his friend fuck you like some whore?” 

You whine, your body giving out as you fall onto Bucky. Their thrusts never stop, “Y–yes! Love it! Wan’ more!” You bury your face into Bucky’s neck, biting down as your walls squeeze their cocks, and your juices squirt out as you cum. “Daddy! Stevie!”

Both men grunt, pounding into you as hard and fast as they can before their balls tighten, cocks throb, and thick spurts of cum shoot out of their mushroom tips and deep into your used cunt. 

“Yeah, you better learn to share because I ain’t going anywhere.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

A Targaryen Prince With a Heavy Burden — @vsnyarbll

DC

BATMOM

Doubts and Talks (+ Dick Grayson + Bruce Wayne) — @xoxo-mylove

CRIMINAL MINDS

EMILY PRENTISS

Unlucky Prologue ⎢ Pt. I ⎢ Pt. II ⎢ Pt. III — @navalcriminalimagines

NCIS

LEROY JETHRO GIBBS

New Girl — @slutforsilverfoxes

MONSTERS

The Stuff of Wet Nightmares ⎢ Pt. II — @angelltheninth

Dragon (Felix) — @flowersandbigteeth 

MAYANS M.C.

ANGEL REYES

Handle Him — @youvebeenlivingfictional

Scary — @iamaslutforcoffee

Thot Thoughts w/ Angel — @hennyjwrites

Thank You For Cleaning My Seat — @yourwonkywriter

ATTACK ON TITAN

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda — @spliffymae .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Drunk!Jean — @

10 Things I Hate About You — @robynnnhooddd

I Couldn’t Hold Back — @ackrmvvn-levi

First Kiss — @writingforcuteppl

Pussy Eating HCs (+ Eren Jaeger + Connie Springer) — @mommypieck

MCU

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Lessons Learned — @chellestrash

Frank and Yearning — @blackleatherjacketz

Angsty Frank Drabble — @amhrosina

Die For You — @scarlet-daisy

Just Get To Me In Time, Okay? — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frankie Loves His Girl — @bubuslutty

La Reine de Londres (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Hold Me Tight — @frvnkcastles

You Can Let It Go — @frvnkcastles

Valentine’s Day — @forthel0vers

Hide — @houseforwhores

The Big Bad Pineapple — @darlingshane

Melody of Tears — @frvnkcastles

Not a “Dog Person” — @forthel0vers

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

Sick Fic — @dameronscopilot

Baby Miller Series ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @bullet-prooflove

FRANKIE MORALES

While We Were Young — @guess-my-next-obsession

WILL MILLER

Keeping Count — @libraryofwaterdeep

THE LAST OF US

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Dealer!Ellie — @shesluxurious

JOEL MILLER

“There Isn’t Anything That I Wouldn’t Do For You” — @dameronology

Joel x Fem!Pregnant!Reader — @forever-rogue

A Part of You, A Part of Me — @apollyonsdarksecrets

First Glimpse of Love — @valerinaswriting

To Be Alone — @cowgurrrl

STRANGER THINGS

ARGYLE

Glow — @irlganseyiii

Drabble — @munson-blurb

Under the Mistletoe with Argyle — @fanatictypist

High For This — @loveshotzz

Don’t Let Me Go Yet, Lover — @french-goodbye

EDDIE MUNSON

Control — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Girls Like Me — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve Eating You Out — @wroteclassicaly

Never Could’ve Seen You Coming — @supernovafics

Angel Eyes — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEDDIE

Part-Time Lovers — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Jessie’s Girl — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Kiss — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

[if-mirrormine]

i'll always be there

summary: alex comforts grayson after mc is brought to the hospital.

pairing: gralex x mc

word count: 1050

(mostly) based on the request: is it possible to have a continuation of the i will always save you drabble that you did for grayson? but this time is the reaction of alex at the hospital, where they see the mc getting wheeled in to the emergency room with grayson at the mc's side.

**unedited\\this is kinda rushed so i hope it as good as the first part**

request a drabble here!

alex is just leaving the paediatric ward when they're interrupted by their pager buzzing at their hip. glancing down at it, they see they're needed in the waiting room, and they arch up an eyebrow at the device as if it holds more answers.

they consider ignoring it for a moment; with their shift ending not ten minutes ago and a long, hot shower waiting for them at home, they're champing at the bit to leave. but then they sigh, hanging their head as they turn on their heels and let their sense of duty guide them back to the waiting room.

the first thing they notice is grayson and the incomprehensible look of sadness on his face, tears building in his blue eyes. the second thing they notice when he throws his arms around them, hugging them so tight it's almost impossible to breathe, is that he's... sopping wet?

“gray,” they squeak out, patting his back in hopes that it'll prompt him to let them go sooner. “what's wrong? tell me what happened.”

he doesn’t speak for a long moment, simply embracing them until his breathing returns to normal and then he slowly pulls away. with red eyes and a face streaked with tears, he utters the words that alex has always dread to hear.

“mc was in a car accident.”

forcing every fibre in their body to keep calm, they take a deep breath and settle their hands on his shoulders to keep him grounded. “how bad is it?”

“i don’t know,” he mumbles, a fresh batch of tears brewing in his eyes. “there were so many doctors and they just- they took them away somewhere and i don’t know what to do -”

“grayson,” they say, interrupting him before he can spiral further. “it’s okay; i'll go see what i can find out. have you called nora?”

at the mention of mc’s mother, his eyes widen and he buries his face in his hands as chastises himself. “merde... jestem taki głupi!”

though taken aback by his mix of languages, they don’t ask any questions, choosing instead to direct him towards a chair. “you call nora and I'll go find them, okay?”

he nods his head, staring vacantly at the smart phone in his hand and after a moment of hesitation, glancing over him in concern, they turn on their feet and rush towards the nurse's station.

it didn’t take long to find mc, especially not when jessie seeks them out. they keep their face as neutral as possible as they listen to the man describe their condition but, on the inside, a storm is raging.

near-drowning. blunt trauma. internal bleeding. pneumothorax. hypothermia.

jessie explains that he’d been able to put in a chest tube before they were whisked off into surgery by the chief general surgeon. as far as he knew, everything was going according to plan so now it was just a matter of waiting.

they find themself sitting next grayson in the waiting room, changed out of their scrubs and into the sweatpants and tank top they had in their locker. nora and callie have yet to arrive but according to the man next to them, they’re on their way.

they look over at him now. he sits slouched over, with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. he's still sopping wet and they wonder momentarily if they should’ve grabbed him a towel.

“they’ll be okay, gray,” they say softly, hoping that if they say it with enough conviction that it’ll make it true.

he glances at them with blood shot eyes and heart break written across his face. “you don’t know that,” he mumbles as he looks away from them and down at his hands, twisting his fingers like they remember him doing in school before a big exam. his anxiety is getting the better of him and they wish they knew how to put his mind at ease.

“of course i do,” they tell and they reach over to take his hand, intertwining their fingers, forcing him to look at them once more. “dr. dumont is the best general surgeon in the city; if anyone can save them, it’s her.”

“you’re the only doctor i trust to take care of them,” he grumbles in response, his thumb stroking the back of their hand and even though they think that he does it unconsciously, they can’t help the feeling of warmth that blooms in their chest.

“my, oh my... was that a genuine compliment from grayson donohue?”

he smiles despite himself, shaking his head softly as he glances down at their joined hands. “don’t get to used to it. we don’t like each other, remember?”

they hum and tilt their head to the side, watching him with an amused smile. “and remind me again; why is that?”

he leans back in his seat, seemingly more relaxed than he was moments ago, and rests his head against the wall before looking back at them. “simple,” he says. “you stole the love of my life.”

“excuse you, that’s the love of our life,” they reply. “this is a communist relationship, sir.”

laughing, he squeezes their hand. “right... how could i forget?” silence settles between them and alex can’t help but think, despite the circumstances that brought them here, it feels comfortable sitting next to him. it feels right, as if this what they were always meant to do. the only thing missing is mc.

“you know,” grayson says suddenly, breaking the silence and looking at them with a certain clarity in his eyes. “i don’t not like you.”

they blink in surprise before letting themself smile again. “as soon as mc wakes up, you need to say that again because they’ll never believe me otherwise.”

“głupi,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes playfully. “i’m trying to be real here, lex.”

“sorry, i’ll be nice. start over.”

“nope, the moment's gone. you ruined it; i hope you’re happy.”

“oh, i’m just ecstatic, gray.”

he smiles then, more to himself than them, before it wavers slightly. “and you’re sure they gonna be okay?”

they nod, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they shift closer to him to rest their head on his shoulder. “more sure than i’ve ever been .”