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stranger-stevieee · 2 months

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Risk

Summary: You have a bad habit of falling in love too quickly, but is it really that bad if a certain someone happens to feel the same way? Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, angst? (maybe), cliche writing, first kiss

Look at me now Said I wouldn't do it, but I hunted you down Know you had a girl, but it didn't work out

Steve Harrington was very sought after. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You tried very hard to not fit into that stereotype but you failed miserably.

There was just something about him that drew you in. You told yourself that you wouldn't fall at his feet like every other girl at Hawkins High but you couldn't help it.

Now, Steve wasn't really known as a relationship guy. He was more of a "let's go out once or twice, have sex, then onto the next girl" type of guy (he was called "King Steve" for a reason after all) so it was a shock to everyone when he started dating Nancy Wheeler.

You were sad, just like every other girl, that you had lost your chance with him but when you heard about their breakup after a year of being together, you couldn't help but feel like you actually had a chance.

I'm not proud Guess I'm just scared of you shootin' it down You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth You could be bad, but I wanna find out,

Giving in to him wasn't your proudest moment but it was inevitable. You had decided that if you wanted him, you would have to go get him.

See that's what all these girls were doing wrong. They would wait for him to come to them and ask them out, when in reality if they wanted a chance they would have to take it. So that's exactly what you did.

You were in your history class that you happened to share with Steve and the teacher had just announced a research project that would take all month to complete.

Picking a partner would've been easy had your only friend in the class been there that day, but sadly she had stayed home for whatever reason. The bright side was, now you could take a chance.

You got up out of your seat and walked straight over to his. You were a bit nervous but decided it was now or never.

"Hey, Steve!" You spoke loudly due to your nerves but luckily he found it funny.

"Hey..." he paused

"Oh, it's Y/n," you said embarrassed that you had been fawning over this man that didn't even know your name.

"Right! That's right, I- I knew that"

"Yeah," you laughed it off, "So do you have a partner yet? For the project, I mean?" You stuttered over your words a bit, albeit scared of the potential recegection coming your way.

"No, actually, I don't"

"Okay, cool... do you wanna work on it together? Maybe?"

'Here it comes' You thought 'He's gonna say no, laugh in your face and...'

"Sure."

'Oh. Well, that was easy.'

And I wake up in the middle of the night With the light on, and I feel like I could die 'Cause you're not here, and it don't feel right

It's 4:28am and you can't stop thinking about him. You woke up from your dream almost 30 minutes ago and haven't been able to get back to sleep.

This dream just messed everything up because now you've come to the conclusion that you're in love with Steve Harrington.

This wouldn't be your first time loving someone but it is your first time being in love. There's a difference. You tend to love rather quickly and when you love, you love hard.

It takes a while for you to stop loving someone. But you have a feeling things will be different this time.

You think about what it would feel like if he were with you in that moment. But he's not, and it sucks.

God, I'm actually invested Haven't even met him Watch this be the wrong thing, classic God, I'm jumpin' in the deep end It's more fun to swim in Heard the risk is drowning, but I'm gonna take it

A couple weeks into working on the project and you still barely knew anything about him. The only thing you both talked about was the project and how it's coming along. You were getting nowhere.

"Hey, what do you think about coming to my place today?"

You had been digging through your locker looking for a specific book for your next class when Steve came up to you and it's safe to say that his words shocked you.

"What?" you asked

"Do you want to come work on the project at my place today?" Although he didn't sound like it, he was nervous asking you to come over.

"Sure!"

'Maybe she is interested in me' he thought

His heart fluttered at the sight of your excited smile.

Isn't it fun thinkin' I'm right when I'm probably wrong? Holding my breath like I met someone Knowing damn well that I haven't been touched by you In my head, you're in the car, and you're comin' to me And you get to my door, and you can't even speak But I think that it's sweet, yeah, I think that you're sweet

You knew Steve was rich, but you didn't know he was this rich. Standing in front of his house you were a bit worried about what was to come.

Once you finally worked up the nerve, you lifted your fist to knock on his front door. Inside Steve had seen your car pull up and stood by the door waiting for you to knock.

When he finally heard it, he waited a few seconds, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Welcome..." he sighed "Sorry I don't know why I said that, that was weird, let me start over... hey."

You had a small smile on your face trying not to laugh. "Hi... can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah of course."

"Thanks," you let out a little giggle

You walked in and looked around in awe. His house was 2x the size of yours. "Your house is amazing," you whispered.

"Yeah, it's great I guess. It does get lonely sometimes but... anyways we should probably finish the project."

He walked you over to the dining room where he already had his textbook laid out. You both sat down, took out everything you needed, and got to work.

After an hour of working you had finally finished the project and it had only taken you about 3 weeks. Even though you were finished, Steve didn't want you to leave yet so he suggested having an early dinner.

"I wouldn't have pinned you as a cook, Harrington," you said with a small smirk on your face.

"Yeah, well when there's no one around to cook for you, there's only two options. I can cook for myself or get takeout, and I obviously have to stay healthy so takeout's not ideal. Gotta stay in shape for the ladies, you know?"

'Maybe he isn't interested in me' you thought

"The ladies. Right." you let out a nervous laugh.

Too soon to tell you "I love you" Too soon to tell you "I love you" Too soon to tell you "I love you"

Steve could tell you were nervous to tell him something. You were standing in front of him on his front porch unsure if you were ready to say what you wanted to say. But you knew you couldn't keep it in any longer.

It had been months since you both finished the project and you had become even closer than before.

Ever since that day at his house, you've fallen for him more and more each day. And even though it might be too soon, you have to tell him.

"Umm... can I talk to you?"

"Sure, come in." He said stepping out of the doorway to let you in. "So, what's up?"

"Uh, so, I just wanted to say that... you've been an amazing friend."

Steve let out the breath he was holding and sighed with disappointment. That is definitely not what he wanted to hear. The exact opposite actually, but he let you continue anyway.

"But I can't just pretend that that's all I want to be. I love you and I know it's probably too soon to be saying this but—"

Steve suddenly stepped forward and brought his hand up to cup your face which shut you up quickly.

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” he whispered

“I would like that very much.”

He leaned in and connected his lips with yours and, if it was even possible, you fell in love with him even more. The kiss was soft and tender, way different than what you thought it would be.

It was the first time your lips were meeting, but you immediately knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

Steve was the first to pull away and as much as he didn't want to he knew he had to.

"I love you too, by the way"

"Good"

You're the risk, I'm gonna take it

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miyuhpapayuh · 2 years

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We don't even have to take our clothes off.

Thank you @lemmewritesomeish for tossing this one liner in my inbox! I actually dusted off a two year old draft for this one!

“Lift ya dress up, baby.,” he lowly slurs in her ear, the liquor running through their systems heavy.

“What if we get caught?” She asks, lifting it up anyway.

“Ain’t nobody watchin’.” Pulling up a chair behind him, he sits down and pulls her into his lap, his hands roam her inner thighs.

Just a couple feet away, an entire party is taking place on the beautiful, larger than life balcony of an even larger house.

After three shots of rum, the pair had moved to a half secluded area off to the side of the function. Touchin’ on each other like horny teenagers.

“Come on, vie.” His lips trail kisses along her neck.

“It’s just you and me…" the strap of her dress follows his lips down her shoulder, a shiver crawling up her spine.

Her hands rests on his, assisting in pulling her dress completely up on her hips, his hand going straight for her wet set of her lips.

“No panties again, huh?” His long, skilled fingers work against her slicked slit, her head laying on his shoulder as she stares up at the sky.

“Better access, yeah?” She moans, leaving his lap to undo his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, along with his underwear.

“Poke it out, babe.” Putting a dip in her back, she slides down onto him, the both of them groaning upon contact.

“Fuuuck, I love this dick.” She moans, grinding against him.

Grabbing her breasts into his hands, he kneads them like dough, turning her on.

“This dick love yo ass too, baby,” he mumbles, biting into his own lip as she begins to bounce on him.

Her curses hit the damp air as she looks to her left; the party is still alive and jumpin’ as their connection gets steamier.

A gasp leaves her as he moves to bend her over the large chair and face it towards the party, shielding them behind it.

His pants are now around his ankles and his hips relentlessly fuse with her ass, making it hard for her to keep quiet.

“Shhhhit!” She whines, gripping the chair for dear life.

“Fuck baby,” his hand comes down on her ass in rhythmic time, making her even wetter.

Her toes curl into the bed of her sandals. She makes sure to keep her head down, concealing her wild moans as he turns her inside out.

He can still hear her whines over the swelling music, making him twitch within her tugging heat and grip a hold of her neck, gripping her hip with his other hand.

Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, he mumbles against her heated skin.

“You cummin’ on this dick,”

“Yes,” she gasps, gripping the hand at her neck, “don't s-stop!”

Her bottom lip is roughly bitten into as he continues digging her out.

Her hand slips from the top of the chair to its arm, gripping until her fingertips bruise white.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out, as she quivers and clamps down on his dick, drowning it in her cream.

He shakes his head at her like she can see, throwing his head back as the urge to release deep inside of her becomes too much to bear.

His strokes get rougher, making her see stars and cum once more, knocking him off the deep end with her.

He bites her neck and groans, soothing the area with sweet kisses afterward.

Coming down from such a high, the satiated pair fix their clothes and steal glances at each other.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she giggles.

“Round two gotta be in the room.. I gotta hear them sounds again.” He shamelessly says, making her blush and walk ahead of him, back into the crowded area.

“You are something else.” She shakes her head at him, as he grabs her left hand and twirls her around.

“Mmhm, I love that about you, too.”

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snowblossomreads · 1 year

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After Hours

Summary: In where [Y/n] gets pulled into a late night romp in the office with her partner in crime.

Pairing: David Friedman x FemReader

Tags(s)/Warnings: Office Sex, Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking, Implied Age Gap, Teasing, Penetrative Sex, Are those dom/sub vibes I see?, yes, mention of voyeurism, also both characters are detectives so if bothers you

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: LOLOL I'M HERE AGAIN SURPRISE! I am on a roll right now as you can see and I hope it continues to go that way (she's very horny for this one old man as you see) Also don't fuck in the evidence room in the police department I'm pretty sure it's illegal.

Shout-out to @smilingformoney for enabling me and giving me horny ideas to write for this old man while also writing horny fics for this man😌😌. Iysm this is for you and I hope you enjoy a lil southern Alan💖💖💖.

MDNI!

"D-Dave what are you doing," [Y/n] hissed under her breath as she found herself being dragged into the evidence room of the station and pushed against one of the many shelves that littered the room with items on them.

She had only come down to check on the man who was now currently kissing her neck hungrily because he hadn't come back after half an hour. And being alone in the precinct in the middle of the night was actually quite creepy even if it was probably one of the safer places in the city.

"Dave! Oh, Jesus fuck slow down," she groaned trying to pry the man off of her as he switched from kissing to sucking at the tender flesh of her neck that had her knees going weak. His hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing at them causing her to giggle even as she tried to push him off. "Oh my god you're gonna get us fired!"

Whether it was the threat of being fired or her trying to push him off that made him stop, it didn't stop the sly grin on his face as he pulled away.

"What? Not likin' me jumpin' your bones in the office while no one's watchin?" He teased, a smirk on his lips as he placed a quick peck on [Y/n]'s. One she happily accepted signaling that she wasn't against what they were doing.

"Now I didn't say nothing about not likin' it detective," her answer coy and a bit breathless as she thumbed the lapel of his dress shirt, "I just think we should you know, make sure the door's locked before someone finds you balls deep in me."

The loud chuckle that rumbled through his chest could be felt by her with how close they were pressed together, and she couldn't help shivering at the feeling. God damn this old man for being as hot as he was, and having such a stupid sexy deep voice. And damn her for loving him so much that she lowkey would risk getting fired for him.

Never in her life did she think she would end up getting bent over in the police station but here she was about to absolutely let the man in front of her do that. Once he locked the door though.

"What not a fan of an audience?" He asked releasing her from his grip and taking a few steps back to lock the door as she suggested.

"Oh me? I'm perfectly fine with one, it's you that I'd be worried about."

With a raise of an eyebrow, David was slinking back towards [Y/n] her eyes narrowed playfully as he caged her against the shelf by putting both hands on the opposite side of her head. His breath tickled her face and the smell of coffee was evident as he leaned down near her ear.

"Really and why's that doll?" He drawled nuzzling the side of her face, causing her ear to tickle again at how gruff his voice was.

"Mmm oh come on Dave you know why," she sighed breathlessly, feeling the tip of his nose glide down her neck, goosebumps growing in its wake before he was nibbling at her neck again.

She was no doubt going to have bruises the next day and she hoped she had enough concealer for it as she didn't need more questions about her love life.

"Naw I sure don't, tell me why doll," he muttered, his hands slipping from near her head to find themselves squeezing at her sides again before one of them began to dive underneath the pencil skirt that [Y/n] had decided to wear today on account of it being paperwork day.

"Ah fuck Dave!" The feeling of his thick fingers moving her underwear to the side and rubbing her dampening slit had her hands reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Her head fell back against the shelf with a soft 'thud' as he began to drag his digits up down her opening collecting her wetness with each swipe. He took his time when he reached her clit that was still hidden beneath her folds.

Fingers brushing against the skin gently before rubbing circles against the flesh to try and coax the little bud out. All while [Y/n] huffed and whined at his touches, her hips jerking towards his hand with each stroke.

"Right there Dave," she sighed softly as his fingers kept stroking her and his lips continued to leave a trail of wet kisses down her throat.

Chills of excitement ran up her spine, spreading all over her as he kept touching and riling her up the way she knew he could.

"Mm right there Dave, please keep going boo~."

Yet at her words, he did the complete opposite. And she didn't know if she wanted to yell at him or burst out laughing because even in the delicious haze her brain was in she already knew what she had slipped up on.

Pulling away from her neck, but keeping his fingers against her David was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and hazel eyes that had a spark of annoyance in them.

"Now what did I say about callin' me that?"

She was right. She was fucking right and she wanted to laugh so much, though she wasn't sure if it was a good idea considering he literally had her in his hands. But she loved teasing him and she wasn't about to pass up the chance.

"Callin' you what?" She teased mischievously, her eyes narrowing and issuing a challenge as she bit her bottom lip to give him a smoldering look in hopes he would ignore the slip-up or at least make it worth her wild.

"Don't go playin' dumb with me now [Y/n]," he hissed trailing his fingers down from her clit to her opening and pushing the thick digits inside her with no warning.

A shriek of surprise left [Y/n]'s lips at the sudden intrusion but it quickly morphed into an elongated moan as he began to curl the digits inside her, stroking the tight walls that slowly began to loosen at his touches.

"Mmm I'm not Dave, I promise," she whined, letting a high-pitched gasp out at the feeling of his fingers thrusting shallowly inside of her as they went in search of something he fully knew the location of. "I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry didn't mean to darlin'."

The change in tone, and in terms of endearment had him smirking as he pressed his fingers deeper in her causing her to squeal and shudder at his movements. Her arms flew up and around his shoulder, as she pressed her front to him hugging him and moaning in his ear as he continued to open her up.

"Oh, so now you remember what I told you when I got my fingers inside you huh?" He hummed punctuating the question with another harsh thrust that had [Y/n] squealing and shaking in his hold as he increased his pace causing her to squirm. "All it takes is makin' your pussy feel good and you change that tune quick right doll?"

"Y-yes, yes," she stuttered out, rocking her hips at his touch trying to guide him to that spot inside her.

"Yes what?" He purred while the hand that was resting at her side slid to her backside. His fingers squeezing and massaging the flesh underneath her skirt before he was raising his hand and swatting her behind causing her to yelp out a startled,

"Dave!"

"Wrong answer doll." And then came another swat that had her shuddering and her insides clenching at the fingers that were still taking their time and toying with her.

Oh. So he was in that kind of mood.

Leaning her head up, she couldn't help but shudder at how his pupils were dilated. Hazel eyes were almost completely covered by his dark pupils and a hungry grim was on his features while he waited for her answer.

Oh, they were so going to get fired if someone showed up wondering where they were and found them like this. Unfortunately, though it was a risk she was willing to take as one of her hands fell from his shoulders to lay on top of his hand that was squeezing her ass. Stroking the top of his hand, she proceeded to put pressure on it causing him to squeeze her harder making her moan.

"Yes daddy," she groaned, kissing his lips softly as he slipped his fingers out of her, giving her clit one last stroke before removing his hand fully from under her skirt.

"That's what I was lookin' for, now turn yourself around. And bend over," he commanded but not before kissing her on the forehead, "gotta teach you a lesson and hopefully it'll stick this time."

She knew there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise and that she would be wasting her breath but she couldn't help but let out an upset groan as she did as he told her.

"I'm sorry," she whined once more, as she turned around to face the side of the shelf. Bending at the waist and outstretching her hands in front of her, placing them on the frame of the shelf while spreading her legs a little.

A strong pang of arousal shot through her stomach when she really thought about what was about to happen. Getting spanked and railed in the middle of the night at her job should not have been turning her on as much as it was but she couldn't deny it as she felt her skirt being rolled up and her damp underwear being pulled to the side causing her to shiver as the cool air of the room met her wet opening that was on display.

A hum of appreciation left David's lips as he caressed the globe of [Y/n]'s ass. The tips of his fingers danced over the warm flesh as they made their way toward her glistening opening. Swiping two of his fingers through her folds, he couldn't help but chuckle at the way she keened and rocked her hips back toward him.

"You'll get some more of that in a minute but we got some countin' to do. Think ten of 'em will get what I told you in your head?"

It was his way of asking her if she was alright with all of this as he went back to stroke her skin. Such a gentleman he was, [Y/n] mused as she looked behind her and caught his gaze.

"Mhm, yes sir," she purred, wiggling her hips and causing him to chuckle as he took his hand off of her for just a second.

"Alright then let's get to countin'."

No sooner had he said that the sound of a harsh 'thwack' of his hand landing on her skin echoed around the room and it was mixed in with a choked,

"One!"

Another smack.

"Two!"

And another just as hard as the two before.

"Three!"

Each number was squeaked out in a higher pitch than the next one as his hand landed on her ass three more times in rapid succession. And each spank had her insides clenching and unclenching from the punishment she was receiving as she swayed her hips from side to side as if she was trying to tempt the man behind her.

"Daddy please I'm sorry, I won't call you that again," [Y/n] mewled, her behind already stinging from the force. As much as she did like a bit of pain with her pleasure, the feeling of arousal in her stomach was bubbling up quicker than normal and she wasn't sure if she could contain herself if it went on much longer.

David seemed to have sensed that yet kept his tone leveled even as he stroked her ass rubbing his thumb against the already sore flesh.

"Now you know I don't wanna hear none of that [Y/n]," he said, "how many we got left now?"

"Four...sir," she whimpered quietly, eyes fluttering close and fingers balling into a fist against the shelf as she felt him dip his fingers just past the opening of her before pulling out. Teasing her insides with what could be inside her rather than what they were doing right now.

Though as if he could read her mind, because he surely knew how to read her body, he made an amused hum as he wiped her wetness off on his slacks. Good thing they were dark in color.

"Well then I say we hurry up then because from the looks and sound of it you're 'bout ready to combust, aren't you?" He purred lowly placing his hand back on her bottom and squeezing gently causing her legs to feel as if they were about to just give out beneath her.

God damn him and his stupid talented fingers. And her stupid pussy that was absolutely soaked and wanting him to just fuck her.

"Yes sir please 'm not gonna last long." She mewled, leaning her forehead against the cool shelf side and sighing at the contact against her warm face.

"Alright then four more."

If she thought the last four strikes were going to be pleasant just because he seemed to take notice of her need. She (and her butt) were sorely mistaken as the last ones seemed to be even worse. Maybe it was because of the quick break in between but when she finally sobbed out a broken,

"10!"

She had to wonder if she was going to be upright by the end of this as she was sure her legs were actually about to give out this time. Not to mention the way her arousal was dripping down her thighs making the skin sticky and damp as she trembled with a desire that was literally leaking from her.

"I think we've learned our lesson right [Y/n]?" David teased his hand still on the globe of her ass rubbing the skin as if trying to soothe the burn and residual sting licking at it.

"Y-yes," [Y/n] sniffled pitifully, whimpering at his touch to her sensitive flesh.

"Ah yes what doll, don't make me have to give you another 10."

"Yes, I've learned my lesson daddy please," she begged needily, tears that she had tried to keep at bay during her punishment threatening to spill from the arousal burning in her stomach, "please I need you, please just fuck me I won't call you that again."

A little hum rumbled through his throat as [Y/n] turned to look at him, and as if the tears in her eyes were enough, he let out a sigh before saying,

"Alright alright, needy lil' thing you aren’t you. Don't start cryin' on me sweetheart," he said giving her lower back a gentle pat, "since you did so well how 'bout I let you choose what you get?"

Oh thank god.

As much as she would love for him to keep the foreplay up she wasn't sure how long she was going to last on his fingers, or tongue for that matter. And if she was going to come she wanted it to be on his cock especially if it was going to be at work.

"Mmm want your cock, just want you inside me please." She answered with no hesitation anywhere in her tone as she turned back around to face the shelf, a sudden burst of energy flooding her veins as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and him unzipping his pants. "Just fuck me please I'm already so close."

"Huh just from a little spankin' doll?" He teased palming at his erection that had been straining in his boxers with one hand as the other one had its fingers brushing and rubbing [Y/n] wetness all over her slick opening making her shudder and moan. "So fuckin' messy back here, all this for me ain't it?" He purred, removing his fingers from her before rubbing her wetness over his cock. Getting himself nice and slicked with both of their arousals and groaning as he fisted himself prepping himself for her.

"Always for you daddy, only want you inside me," she groaned hotly, listening to the slick sounds behind her as she not only proved her want with words but by also taking her fingers and spreading herself open for him.

The sticky sound of her opening herself for him had both of them moaning as David took this as his cue to tap the tip of him at her entrance before slotting the thick head inside her causing both of them to shudder with matching languid low groans.

Taking one more deep breath, he grabbed at [Y/n]'s hip before sinking inside her with one fluid thrust. His cock easily breaching her walls as he slid in with barely any resistance causing [Y/n] to let out a mixture of a choked sob and a broken moan as he easily bottomed out on him. Her cunt fluttered and her body shuddered as it quickly adjusted to having him inside her.

And it didn't take him any time to begin rocking his hips, moving at a steady pace as he began to rut into her. Low pants and groans filled the air along with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as David held tightly onto her waist as he began to thrust.

"Oh fuck daddy yes fuck me fuck me please! Just like that," she begged breathlessly as her insides sucked at him each time he slid back inside of her trying to draw him deeper into her.

Each of his thrusts were met with her whining and him groaning noisily as she squeezed him with everything she had. Her channel rippled and leaked more of her juices as she felt her body trying to give out with each push of his hips against her. All while David was growling out the filthiest things she had heard from him outside of their bedroom.

"Got the hungriest cunt I've ever fucked you know that doll," he panted out gripping her hips roughly and pounding into her with such force that she could barely keep up with each thrust. Each one caused her to slide a bit down before she tried to scramble back into an upright position against the shelf. "Can just hear how fuckin' wet you are, doll. Bet if the whole office were here, they hear loud and clear how good you're getting fucked ain't that right?"

"Oh god yes oh fuck!" She almost yelled out partially forgetting where they were and more interested in the pleasure that was building hotter and hotter in her veins,"you fuck me so good daddy please it's so good!"

"Best this little cunt has ever had isn't it," he growled increasing his pace the sound of their fucking echoing around the room as the shelf [Y/n] was holding onto shook at the motions. Some of the items knocked into each other and she could have sworn she heard something fall but that was none of her concern at the moment.

"Mhmm I feel you squeezin' me darlin' think your about to come real soon aint' you."

"Uh-huh please, please can I come, I'm so close," her words came out as a strangled beg as she felt her body about to slide entirely down to the ground. And while she wasn't against getting fucked on her hands and knees, she wasn't particularly interested in doing it on this floor.

She still had standards.

"Please daddy please I c-can't can't hold it anymore," she wailed as her words seemingly spurred him on to fuck her harder causing her to reach a hand back to try and grab his wrist lest she fall.

David in turn took that as permission to grab her hand, yanking her towards him in an upright position and lifting one of her legs by wrapping a hand under her bent knee and bringing it to his side while his other grabbed her waist to keep her from falling over.

A clipped surprise screeched left [Y/n]'s lip at the position that caused him to slide deeper in her as she threw the arm closest to him behind his neck. Her body now angled towards him enough that they could both see each other as they raced towards their peaks.

"Gonna come on my cock aren't you doll," he growled, thrusting in shallowly before pressing and holding himself deep inside of her. "Make a mess all over us for anyone to see if they show up? I bet you like that lettin' everyone know I've been the one fuckin' you all this time."

His words made her shudder as he ground his hips against hers, causing her eyes to flutter shut just as he made her insides flutter with excitement. He had her trembling and making incoherent high-pitched whines that had his cock hardening even more as it began to throb ready to spill itself inside her.

"D-Dave please, I can't," she sobbed as he leaned down to kiss her neck before picking up his pace again, her mouth falling open as she begged him, "please let me come I'm gonna come daddy please."

A smirk crossed his thin lips as he kissed her on her cheek before nodding, his hand tightening around her waist as he began to slowly move his hips again.

"Go on then, wanna watch you rub that pretty little clit of yours while you come on my cock," he drawled huskily watching as she immediately lit up, her free hand dropping down to her front and playing with herself. “And you better scream my name when you come, you hear me?"

She nodded furiously, fingers gripping onto him while her other hand began to rub tight circles around her clit that was throbbing and pulsing with each pass of her digits. Her breathing became erratic and her insides began to seize up with each flick and stroke at her swollen bead. It was like her heart was about to beat out of her chest as she felt her pussy bare down on David causing him to hiss and thrust inside her at a quicker pace.

"Daddy, daddy oh fuck," she panted out her body writhing in his arms as his sensual groans and moans near her ear had her shaking. Her strokes increased in pace and so did his thrust as they pushed themself closer and closer to the finish line with each movement.

The sound of his cock fucking her grew wetter and wetter, increasing in volume as her pussy grew tighter and tighter until,

"Dave!"

His name tumbled from her lips in a watery cry as she felt her stomach tremble and her insides convulse around his cock. The feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him over and over had him growling and cursing loudly as she began to milk him of everything he could give her. His seed came out in hot spurts as her insides drank it all while thanking him with more gentle throbs around him as he emptied himself into her.

It took a moment for them to gather their bearings as they stood there panting and staring at each other with blissed out expressions. [Y/n] moved first going to kiss the man, while running her fingers through his messy hair while he stroked her waist tenderly.

They were both a complete mess as David began to drag himself out of her, a hiss of discomfort leaving [Y/n] due to how sore she felt along with how her underwear went back into place causing all his seed to begin to pool in the ruined piece of fabric when he put her leg down.

A shower was most definitely needed after this.

But there was also something else on her mind as she tried to straighten her outfit to make it look like she hadn't just been fucked six ways to Sunday. Hard thing to do considering she was about to walk limp from this no doubt.

"You know I told you so," she said, turning to look at David who was just finishing redoing his belt, and looking a bit more disheveled than he usually did.

"Told me what?"

"When I said I was worried 'bout you and an audience I told you you would hate it," she grinned up at him as she helped straighten his tie and shirt.

There was a twitch of his lips as he frowned at her, yet amusement glinted in his eyes at her little statement.

"Aw now don't you start with me again about that," he grunted, taking her hand that was messing with his shirt in his own and kissing it.

A giggle left her lips at his action right before he was leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, his five o'clock shadow tickling her and making her giggle even more.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she teased sweetly, laughing as his lips moved over towards hers, nipping it lovingly and causing her to grin.

"Of course you are doll,” he sighed exasperatedly as he watched her eyes shine with mirth. “Now let's get outta here before someone comes lookin. If I 'member correctly I'm pretty sure Matty suppose to be coming in later for somethin'."

The change of demeanor from [Y/n] was frighteningly quick as she pushed herself away from him as if he had burned her, a deep scowl on her face.

"David Friedman have you lost your goddamn mind!" She hissed, bolting to the door, pressing her ear to the cold metal of it and listening to see if she could hear footsteps, "if that man finds us- you know he still has it out for you because of last time Dave!"

"Well that's why I'm tellin’ you now doll, best get a move on," he chuckled watching her open the door carefully and looking around the corner before she turned to look at him. Her eyes still narrowed as she glared at him.

"Also I better be getting late dinner after this David, can't believe I let you- oh lord I can't even," she huffed not even finishing her thought as she opened the door fully and scurried out of it since the coast was clear.

Following behind her he couldn't help but let out a loud guffaw as he watched her grab her purse from underneath her desk before hurrying past him, off to the bathroom to clean herself.

“Late night dinner doll, that’s fine with me,” he teased as she went past him causing her to turn around and stick her tongue out at him before continuing on her way.

Sigh, he was going to be the death of her one day.

A/N: So glad these horny ones did not get caught. Though I'm sure their coworker will find the evidence room trashed and be like you what the fuck. Anyways I hope all like it, please shout at me about what you think!

See you guys!! 😘😘

#david friedman x reader #alan rickman character #alan rickman #blossoms writing #smut

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fairys-dream · 8 months

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"They're given a 4 day special pass. And Creed has a plan on how to most efficiently spend it."

EVERYBODY WAKE UP CHAPTER 3 IS FINALLY OUT smut happens. emotions happen. things? happening.

i also slightly rewrote chapter 1 cuz i realized i got the interior of the truck wrong lol...its still mostly the same tho.

read it under the cut too if u want⤵️⤵️⤵️

A 4 day special pass.

And it was just gonna be Creed ‘n Logan.

North was off on a special mission, Fox was off doing God knows what, nobody gave a enough of a shit about Wraith to hangout with him, and Logan had this new thing goin’ on where he actually bothered to think about Creed's intentions instead of just jumpin’ straight to evil conclusions.

He had 4 days... to make this guy fall head over heels in love with him.

Ideally.

Should probably start with gettin’ him back as a friend first.

At least it was better than the regular 3 day pass. 4 days might actually give him a genuine bonafide chance at pulling this off.

It’s now or fuckin’ never.

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Logan could feel Creed was planning something.

Sure, he was a bit clingy sometimes, but he didn’t usually hang around to this extent.

As the 1st day of the break began, Logan went through his regular daily routine. He could sense Creed hovering in the background, just out of view, for everything he did.

The 2nd day, Creed actually showed his face, occasionally helping with little things in Logan’s routine, like it was normal for him.

3rd day was much of the same thing, Creed hanging around, except he was now blabbin’ on about anything and everything. A mix of bragging about old op missions and a seemingly endless amount of film trivia. Every so often, Logan would reply if he brought up something that interested him, but he mainly just listened.

He didn't mind listening, though.

He thought it'd be annoying, but this seemed sort of…familiar to him.

That evening, Creed was out for a bit, so Logan had some time to himself.

He spent it trying to peace together his emotions from the past couple ‘o days. The emotions he’d been reading from Creed, they felt new. But also felt oddly normal. Like a part of him recognized the way he was acting, and had just been blocked off till now.

Soon, Creed returned with a bottle of fairly expensive alcohol, and shared it with him in the kitchen. Not many words were exchanged between them, but that didn’t bother Logan in the slightest. It felt good not drinking alone for once.

Come the 4th day, it felt like they'd always done this.

As it came to an end, Logan donned his leather jacket, one of the only things he owned to his name, and went out for his nightly smoke. Creed followed soon after.

He invited to take him out to a nearby bar. And as tempting the idea was, since Stryker basically kept him locked up like a house cat, Logan declined.

So, they trekked out deep into the woods that surrounded the base.

The 2 of them sat on the damp ground, passing a cigar back and forth.

Logan wondered who’d been the last person he shared a cigar with, if he ever did. He got the notion something like this was a fairly rare situation for him.

Even long after the cigar had been finished, they both stayed seated, and got to talking about each of their hypothetical fantasies regarding what they'd do after all this.

Logan didn’t remember much of where he came from, so he described where he would like to live.

“A cabin, rustic and wooden, somewhere deep in the mountains of northern Canada.”

“Why Canada? ”

Logan shot him a look.

“Cuz I’m Canadian? ”

“Right, right, keep forgettin’ that. ‘Ya just don’t seem like the canuck type…why a borin’ ol’ cabin, then?”

“Dunno, just feels familiar. Saw a picture in a calendar once, and I guess somethin’ in my brain felt like it clicked.”

“Heh, they really fucked ya up, huh pal?”

Logan gave a hard punch to the other’s shoulder.

“Unf- hey, I’m just joshin’. Sounds nice. Like a sweet little fairytale.”

A fairytale…right. That’s all it was.

Then, as Creed then started a long dramatic explanation about his own fantasies, some based on some crazy shit he claimed to have already done before, Logan felt his mood perk up again.

He hadn't remembered the last time he felt like this. Feeling so calm and...comfortable.

He'd never thought it were possible, but he’d found himself actually enjoying Creed's excessive company these last few days.

There’d been a change in the other feral, one he hadn’t expected, he might even-

Holy shit Creed was kissing him.

And holy shit, Logan found himself kissing back.

He felt he didn't even need to think about it, letting himself be lifted into Creed's lap, straddling his legs, getting comfortable against him.

Creed moved his head down to kiss and lick at his neck, sandpapery tongue lapping up the taste of his skin.

Logan shrugged off his jacket, feeling Creed’s hands immediately descend onto his back, claws pricking through his shirt as he caressed him. The attention was exhilarating. Logan didn’t know what to do with his hands in return, so he opted to grip at the others shoulders as he got lost in Creed’s never slowing touches.

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Creed's plan had worked.

Shockingly well.

His plans were always pretty good, but it was still a bit of an adrenaline rush that Logan was actually going along with it.

All it took was some researching and convincing the boss to put North out on a mission, and doing some slight threatening to Logan's fake girlfriend. She didn't even need that much talkin’ to, which honestly made him feel a little bad, knowing how Logan felt for her.

Only a little.

But then....

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Wolverine's body was shaking.

Badly.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't understand.

His mind went to Silver Fox. Her touches feeling forced, but Logan taking them anyway, just to have something .

He tried to think of past lovers, but couldn't remember. He remembered touches, but no faces to go along with the feelings. Were they even real?

Bottom line was, no one felt for him like this. So why should he trust that Creed was really feeling anything towards him?

Creed.

He's making fun of him. He's toying with him. No, it's pity.

"Logan, hey..."

lying lying lying lying lying-

"I can tell yer thinkin’ too hard about this."

The touches stopped. Creed's voice felt far away.

His instincts were screaming that there was something else he was doing. Something else he was planning. That he was manipulating him for some reason he hadn't come to realize yet.

Guys like Creed were supposed to go for pretty girls; legs, body, and attitude. Hell, even his taste in men should have higher standards for someone with a pretty face like Creed’s.

He wasn't supposed to like Logan. Not supposed to like a man like him.

But it was hard for Logan to doubt what his senses were picking up.

"Why? "

His voice sounded so small he was almost convinced it was someone else's.

Creed sighed, wrapping his large hands around Logan's shaking wrists, rubbing soft circles onto his palms with the pads of his thumbs.

Creed's hands felt warm.

And surprisingly soft.

Why the hell is he doin’ this fer me…

Creed wasn't the best at words when it came to explaining his emotions, but he had to give it a shot.

He couldn't keep assuming Logan knew what he was trying to say all the time.

"Cuz I like you."

Logan stared blankly at him.

"A lot."

The runts expression didn’t change.

"C’mon, say somethin'?... please? "

Logan stayed quiet.

But then, he sniffed.

Closer and closer, right up against Creed's neck, causing his breath to hitch at the feeling.

Logan pulled back, with a soft look on his face as he looked into Creed's eyes.

"You...actually like me."

Creed chuckled.

"Dang runt, who hurt ‘ya?"

"Dunno. Can't remember."

"Yeah, well, it ain’t gonna be me, alright? I mean it. I'm full truthin’."

Logan gave him a cocky look of disbelief.

Creed gave him his usual toothy grin in return.

"Yeah, well, emotionally I won't hurt ya. An' I don't gotta hurt ya physically all the time, I got more skills t’ offer than that…”

The blonde leaned in close, speaking in a low seductive tone.

“Could even make ‘ya feel pretty good. Physically. If yer up for it."

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Logan found himself leaning back against a tree, pants pooled around his ankles

With Creed down on his knees in front of him.

Creed was gently pressing his teeth down onto Logan's dick, giving little nips down its length, grinning ear to ear.

"My dick ain't a chew toy, bub."

Runt’s attitudes back. Good. Means he’s startin’ to calm down…

Creed removed his mouth, caressing his claws up and down the others length

"Yeah, you like it though. Can feel yer dick throb whenever I..."

He slowly grazed his teeth up from its base alllll the way to the tip, causing a full body shudder and drawn out groan from Logan, his hands gripping into the bark of the tree behind him.

Creed finally seized his playing and eased Logan's cock into his mouth, the tip pushing down his throat as he effortlessly swallowed the whole thing.

Logan breathed out a relieved moan.

Damn, either he’s had tons of experience or this guy simply lacks a gag reflex…

Though, Logan didn’t have much of one himself either, so there’s a chance it had something to do with their mutation.

Creed held it there...savoring it. The scent, the taste, the fact that it was Logan’s.

He then looked up at Logan, a wild look in his eyes. He took the other’s hand and placed it on the back of his head.

Logan, immediately getting the idea, pulled Creed's head back a bit in order to make space as he began rocking his dick back ‘n forth into Creed's awaiting mouth.

Creed relaxed as he let Logan take control.

He loved it when Logan took control. Only from him.

Only ever from him.

Clawed fingers groped and kneaded Logan's ass, the slight pain from their sharpness sending pleasurable tingles up his spine.

Creed's tongue swirled along with the thrusts.

God, that tongue is somethin’ else…how the hell is he doin’ that?

The blonde stared up at Logan, gaze never faltering, unable to look away from the reactions he was managing to pull from him.

He wanted to memorize every one of these pleasure filled expressions, every small twitch of his face. If they ever tried that memory erasing shit on him, he'd kill them.

No way in hell am I gonna lose this. Not again.

Logan's panting and thrusts sped up, now desperately jack hammering into Creed's throat.

A mix of drool and precum dripped down Creed’s chin as he continued to take it.

"nn... nggh.... fuck .... Creed .....grhh...ungh..."

The noises and growls Logan was making, overshadowing the sloppy obscene sounds of Creed's mouth getting railed, was like a sweet melody to Creed’s ears. He'd record a tape copy if he could. Maybe he would someday, if he got the chance. Logan's normal voice already made him feel all kinds of mushy things, but hearing him like this , hearing him let into the side of himself he tries so damn hard to keep locked up, it made Creed’s heart melt like butter.

"nghFUCK fuck fuck fuck.... please ...grrh CREED- more more- "

And made his dick hard as a rock.

Damn, it was so hard it startin’ to hurt .

Part of him wanted to see if he could climax just from the feeling of Logan's dick down his throat.

Yeah, a weaker man would be jacking off… and boy howdy was he the weakest man on the damn planet.

He'd prove that sappy stuff later, but right now he couldn't stop himself from pulling his neglected cock free.

The sight of Creed stroking himself with such ferocity, being so genuinely aroused by him, for him, pushed Logan to the edge.

Logan slammed himself down deep with a growling shout , gripping Creed’s hair and smothering his face against groin, which brought out a low groan from the other feral. He rode out the rest of his orgasm in close quick thrusts, gradually slowing down, as Creed’s hand sped up.

Creed's mouth slid to the tip of Logan's dick, panting heavily and lapping up the remaining drops of cum.

“F-UCK! ”

He let out a loud roar of a moan as he came.

“hah… Logan ….”

Their heavy breathing sounded harmonically together, both in a dreamy post orgasm haze.

Suddenly, Creed pulled Logan down, Logan dropping down fairly easily due to his legs feeling like pure jelly, and into his lap. Creed wrapped his large arms around him and nuzzled his face into Logan’s.

Then flopped them both down onto the ground with a thwump , pulling Logan close against him.

With his ear against Creed's chest, Logan could hear, and feel, a low rumbling...

Creed was purring.

Logan felt like purring himself, if he could.

Could he?

He tried replicating the sound-

Nope.

Hm. That weirdly disappointed him.

Meanwhile, Creed was thinkin’ about what to do next.

He'd just confessed his feelings and sucked him off, now what? Ask for his hand in marriage?

Nah, that'd be a dumb move to make so soon. Gotta keep goin’ with the small stuff.

"Feelin’ better?"

"This whole time you coulda been givin’ me mind blowing head instead of kickin' my ass?"

"Shit, am I gonna have to give one of those up? Not gonna let me keep both, are ‘ya?"

"Depends, how often wouldya be willin’ t’ suck me off?"

"Oh, anytime, just gotta ask. I'm at yer beck ‘n call, babe."

Logan laughed into his chest, Creed chuckling along with him.

‘S nice bein’ able to talk like this again…

Propping himself up on his arms, Logan looked down at Creed's content expression.

"Lemme think about it, alright?"

Those words made Creed's face immediately fade from joy to fear.

Shit. I’m losin’ him.

"Good thinkin’ or bad thinkin’?"

"...regular thinkin’."

Creeds hands shot up to grip Logan's shoulders

"Woah-"

"Logan. "

Logan struggled against his hold, and Creed instinctually tightened his grip.

"Why's it so hard fer you t’ like me?"

"Creed-"

"You used t’ fuckin’ like me, I KNOW ‘ya did."

Logan gave up on struggling, his shoulders sagging.

"Creed..."

"What the fuck do I have to do, Logan? What the FUCK do you want me t’ DO ?"

Logan let out an exhausted sigh.

"I do like ‘ya."

Creed stared at him, breathing hard. In his panicked state, he didn't really seem the most convinced.

"Look, there's somethin’ there, I’m just…I just ain’t...I ain’t sure-"

"God, ‘ya ain’t sure- "

"I ain't sure how to handle this yet! I don't know what I'm supposed t’ be doin’ either, alright?! This constant mind wiping is takin’ a bit of a big toll on my emotions, bub. Fer Christs sake , I don't know what I’m feelin’ half the time, and other times I know I should be feelin’ somethin but I ain’t. I don't even know if I wanna stay here or not."

He looked out at the woods surrounding them

"But it ain't like I got much of a choice, do I…"

Creed didn't know how to convince him to stay.

Didn't have the slightest clue on knowin’ where to even start.

But those words made him realize that if he wanted Logan to stay with him, then… Logan couldn't stay here.

Which meant they both couldn't stay here.

And just the thought of leaving his safety net terrified Creed.

Here, he could kill without consequence, show the animal without havin’ to worry, be free to let out all that constant never ending pent up anger and rage.

This is what he was good at.

What he was best at.

He'd been deemed a failure at everything else…he was safe to exist here.

He'd spent his whole life convinced that if he wasn't hurtin’ others, others would be free to hurt him. He wasn't safe out in the normal world. They were out for him even if he was doin’ nothin’.

Though maybe...if he had Logan around...Logan could be a safety net too.

He'd still be a freak,

But at least I'd be a freak with a friend.

He knew what he had to do.

But he was just gonna hold him for a bit longer.

Creed wrapped his arms around Logan, burying his face into the other's neck.

Just a little longer....

God, he was so freakin’ scared.

Creed’s breathing picked up.

He knew Logan could easily sense his fear...and for once, part of him felt good about him knowing.

Creed let out a shaky sigh, leaning in close to Logan’s ear to whisper–-

"...’m gonna get ya outta here."

Even outside the base, he couldn't be too careful about someone eavesdropping. Logan picked up on this, whispering back—

" Just me?"

"Both ‘o us. Hell, I can leave anytime I want, they don't suspect a damn thing from me. But I’m already riskin’ a whole lot gettin’ close to ‘ya again, an’ they're probably gonna be tight on yer ass as soon as this breaks over an’ done with."

"So…yer sayin’ it's now or never."

Creed loosened his embrace to comb a hand through Logan's hair.

"Yup, pretty much."

Logan breathed out a mix between a sigh and a laugh, letting himself relax again, slightly, in Creed's hold, trying to process the urgency of just what they were about to do.

Just a little longer…they could have some peace for just a little longer.

But, if they got lucky, they could get that peace for a lot longer.

#sabretooth #victor creed #wolverine #logan howlett #sabrevine #wolvertooth #team x #fanfic #my writing

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lmelodie · 1 year

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Hey! It me! Jumpin’ into your asks here to enquire about Kills and Mera’s friendship?! I just really enjoy their dynamic and wanna know more about it! How they came to be friends, what they like to do together, how long they’ve known each other, whether they’ve shared any particularly fun shenanigans/adventures together; that sort of thing! ☺️☺️🥰

OH BOY! This has unlocked something! Something that I will get to at the end of the post here but let me just pop off for a second.

She is one of the very few people in Killian's circle that he will defend with his life. And as such she is allowed the gracious honor of seeing past the persona and knowing that he is actually vulnerable way deep down in his cold dead heart.

And that's why she is the guard dog for the guard dog. They look out for each other. Emotionally that is.

Because they certainly DO NOT need each other's help roughing people up. Just two absolutely FERAL bitches roaming these streets. They WILL tear you apart with their teeth and they will enjoy the way the way you scream :)

Chimera knows a fair amount of Greek! And has tried teaching it to Kills a few times, but I think two languages is all he can handle, as it gets mixed up with the Romanian floating around in there.

Chimera: "He is only a simple creature 😔"

Kills will pop in every now and again to one of her Burlesque performances. She really likes this particular side hobby, so she appreciates when he stops by. Ya know, just lurking at a darkened corner booth, making uncomfortable eye contact. A presence of reassurance if there ever was one 🤗

That also means that he gets to run up her discounted tab while he's there.

She is on pretty good terms with his family! As mentioned in Chance and Choice when Luce runs into her and Vic in the bypass. She occasionally babysits if no one else is available. Hard to do considering how closely knit the community is but sometimes it will happen.

(I also have a little WIP idea of them going on an adventure where Mera helps Vic come out of their shell a little.)

They have the same taste in interior decor considering that Chimera also lives in a cave lol

but with high ceilings, lots of plants and it looks out onto the Grecian mountainside. And she actually has like cute furniture and stuff. And a huge pool of boiling acid

Hardwood floors? Nah! We like to be surrounded by cold hard ROCK on all sides. Cozier that way :)

They also have a running gag between them where they legally CANNOT be each other's alibies. Anytime they try and play the "I was with Kills/Chimera" schtick the other will always vehemently deny it and just make life more difficult. It ticks both of them off but they cant stop doing it.

In essence, they talk shit, they drink, they smoke, they go to underground cage matches to watch people fight to the death. They engage in all kinds of debauchery and they wouldnt have it any other way.

Now this ask has also reminded me that I do in fact have a Kills and Chimera origin story in the drafts! For the series of Epilogue Stories that are still in the planning stages.

It is in ROUGH shape, I gotta iron out a lot of shit and maybe change the majority of the POV to something else. But it is there! So let me tell you about that.

Their first meeting was out of very bad circumstances because the first month or so of Chimeras life was very hard and tumultuous. A lot of fending for oneself in the elements and getting dragged into the Black Markets bullshit system. But luckily Kills was there out of pure curiosity and ended up saving her from a life of servitude.

So here is a little 500-word snippet of the rough cut for ya on the way out! Thank you for giving me the chance to talk about the Homeless man + Stripper combo.

And that was when some of the dingy lights started breaking and going out. Only a few left intact after every other one went out in a puff of sparks. It got colder too, and like there was suddenly someone else there besides her and the gang members. Something that you couldn't see, but you could feel. Watching from somewhere you also couldn't see.

The shadows in the room got darker. And that's when the little hooded goblin, the high buyer transformed. Revealed to be a man in long rust colored hair and dark robes.. Except he wasn't there to make good on his purchase.

The gang members that populated the warehouse froze at the intrusion. The trick was played on them by the Boogeyman himself. No one tried to move, lest they be the first item on his innocuous list. They didn't know what he could be here for, hell he could even still be trying to buy the spirit, but that's just the thing. With him? You could never know for sure.

“You people are disgusting,” he said through the dark hood. “I mean really, I'm used to how goblins tend to be, but this?” he says knocking on the metal cage, “this is just a new level. This is a person. You can't sell people, that's called, slavery.”

“What’s it matter to you?” the gang leader said, “You're the one who staked a claim to it and you're telling me you're here to play cop on us?”

“So you're insane and you insult me. Bold combination,” Killian said, putting his hands behind his back and slowly pacing to the front of the cage, “and it's my business because I say it's my business. What good is a poisons dealer if they’re chained to a single clientele their whole life? Now where's the fun in that?”

“We don't take threats lightly around here and you know it. It doesn't matter what you're here for, because you're gonna pay up the 200k or my boys will cut you up so bad it’ll look like you've been put through a cheese grater!”

The thirty odd some other gang members rallied in their bosses demand, brandishing their various bladed weapons and readying themselves to strike when given the word.

“Really?” He said, “I think you're the ones that’ll get cut up more than me, considering that I know someone in need of a scratching post.”

And with one swift kick to the rusted locking mechanism on the cage, the door opened from the top and crashed onto the ground, setting her free.

“And that time, I was ready to take them on. Apparently Killian had discretely sealed all the entrances, which made it easier for me to leave that warehouse much bloodier than when I arrived,” Chimera crooned.

She tells this last bit as though she's retelling a fond or even remotely happy memory.

“Jesus christ…” was all Lucy was able to mumble in response to such a tale.

#asks #OC #Musings #thank you K!#Chimera is a whole babe #and Killian is my whole HEART AND SOUL

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innerbeast · 8 months

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📲👁‍🗨💃

force my muse to spill their secrets

talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like.

"part of the art of fishin' is sometimes really gettin' in there and wranglin' the buggers by spearpoint. they sit too deep for a regular hook on a line, y'know? so, ya need to dive in and get them yourself!"

"now, gettin' them ain''t exactly the issue, here... divin' down into the depths, however?" Is that a shudder from him? Possibly! "i don't really give a rats arse if i can breathe down there for days with the kojin's help, i don't wanna be down there! it gets harder to see, harder to move -- if ya go deep enough everythin' feels ten times heavier!"

but he'll talk up fishing and all its activities like its the most fun thing! aside from fights, of course.

talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

"y'know, if someone is gonna be a team player ya'd think they'd be a lil' more open with things, right? or around a hell of a lot more for some extra support or even an ear to listen. like most friends do!"

"instead ya have the bastard jumpin' out windows and takin' off as soon as a topic gets a lil' too deep. or his input just ends up bein' gods awful with a lack of awareness to it... but, hey, least that spear is good for somethin' when he's able to let loose." a pause. "maybe could use more than just a ponytail to livin' up that face, too."

for a talent they like to keep hidden from others.

"...hidden talent, hidden talent..."

"i wouldn't really say my talents are hidden. if i've done it, someones been able to witness. don't really see a need to keep my skills a secret. ain't gonna say i'm great at everythin', but what i am capable of i don't keep quiet about."

#hollowfaith

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“Find me one lyric that makes it sound deep”

- “When you hold me, it holds me together. And you kiss me I a way that’s gonna screw me up forever.”

- “I broke my own heart because you were too polite to do it”

- “You don’t knock anymore and my whole life is ruined”

- “Oh Lord I think about jumpin’ off of very tall something’s just to see you come runnin’ and say the one thing I’ve been wanting, but no”

- “Let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later I was hoping you’d be there and say the one thing I’ve been wanting, but no”

- “What if all I need is you”

- “Love to think you’ll never forget, handprints in wet cement”

- “And if they call me a slut you know it might be worth it for once”

- “And if I’m gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love”

- “You’re not saying you’re in love with me, but you’re going to”

His arms hold her together. His kiss “screwed her up FOREVER.” When they ended things her heart was broken. Her life was ruined when they stopped seeing each other. She contemplated suicide to hear him say “I love you.” “300 take out coffees later” implies a long ass time. A year has 365 days. And she’s still hoping he’ll say he loves her. He’s all she needs. Their love is as permanent as leaving a handprint on wet cement. Being slut shamed is worth it because they say it when she’s with him. Legitimately spelling out that she’s not just in love with him, but drunk in love with him. She also doesn’t mind he doesn’t say he loves her back because he eventually will (and he did, after they broke up).

Haylors can be delusional (if they think there were lingering feelings on either of them after 2016~ then they are). But you’re equally as delusional for acting like all of the above is “not that deep.” The relationship was casual, yes, but it clearly was deep. One thing has no correlation with the other.

And this is just the vault tracks. The actual album was already pretty fucking deep. This Love alone lmao. She wrote I Wish You Would an entire two years after their official breakup. But it’s pretty pointless to argue with you. You’re a Haylor anti, which is equally as embarrassing as being a Haylor in 2024, and just slightly less ridiculous that truthering that Matty was just a fling that meant nothing and Joe has a secret heroin addiction.

All of it is absurd. Arguing against what she plainly says is absurd.

literally not one of those lines sounds deep to me lmfao - maybe I’m not a Haylor anti but a 1989 anti. Not sure. I do like slut! though - not sure it’s about Harry btw any more than Blank Space is like I think it’s about the same idea as Blank Space which is why they chose Blank Space for the album?? - but it’s not a deep song lmfaoooo? It’s literally about how you can be called a slut but it’s worth it sometimes.

I’m not an anti dude I just don’t get the sense it was that deep??? And your lyric choices haven’t convinced me otherwise??? And This Love is literally one of the stupidest songs anyone has written ever?????

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strxwberriiwithchocolate · 4 months

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Okay update I can now name over 200 pjsk songs!!! Every niigo song + every wxs commission

NeedLe, Stella, awaiting clear skies, meteor pulse/pulse of the meteor, peaky peaky, teratera, suresure, stage of sekai, flyway, hurray, regulus, connecting the stars, aioi, from Tokyo, 1, roki, teo, hello world, hello worker, hide and seek, lost and found, were still underground, dramaturgy, tale of the deep sea lily, don't go, lost ones weeping, from y to y, glow, attract light, hibana reloaded, ghost rule, six trillion years and an overnight story, time machine, night sky patrol of tomorrow

Newly edgy idols, ai no material, color of drops, icedrop, angels clover, more jump more, hug, jumpin over, dream place, if, parasol cider, float planner, motto, momoiro key, worldwide wander, metamo re:born, teammate, happy synthesizer, nostalogic, patchwork staccato, love trial, shoujo rei, deep sea girl, flos, kiss the villain, Romeo and cinderella, booo, happy Halloween, near

Ready steady, forward, rad dogs, cinema, beat eater, Mirai, moonlight, realize, crazy, beyond the way, blender, rekka, hollow, one sheep/the sheep, machi, overthrow, kashika, awake now, bring it on, children record, traffic jam, alter ego, devil's manner, egoist, aun no beats, fragile, airhead, doctor=funk beat, just be friends, ifuudoudou, Shanti, unaware drunkard, uninterrupted indigo, ghost city tokyo, rain and petra

The world hasn't even started yet, becoming potatoes, nijiiro stories, once upon a dream, tondemo wonders, showtime ruler, niccori^^ survey team theme, 88, what kind of ending do you want, the miniature gardens coral, glory steady go, Mr showtime, kirapipi kirapika, cyberpunk dead boy, filament fever, the tetrad that illuminates the world, starry sky melody, starry sky orchestra (think that's all of them! Sorry if I missed one I usually do this on a quiz instead of off the top of my head), buriki no dance, sweet magic, as you like it, fixer, king, positive dance time, remote controller, childish war, your adventure log has vanished, ah it's a wonderful cats life, selfish princess, all I need are things I like, living millennium, goodbye deceleration, telecaster b boy, alien alien, solar system disco, dance robot dance, dance orchestra

Identity, composing the future, cellphone Love story, jackpot sad girl, infinitely grey, IDSmile, melody-lit sky, saisei, lower, tricologe, nomad, give me your night, I nandesu, engeki, Twilight Light, passion at 25:00 watashi wa ame, bug, kitty, samsa, charles, hello/how are you, self-inflicted achromatic, solitary envy, otome dissection,, hated by life itself, hurting for a very hurtful pain, bocca della verita, cutlery, villain, venom, dokuzu, bad apple, godish, slow downer, it's just life, even if it's your happiness, Phony, irony, blooming into the mud, lagtrain, non-breath oblige, bitter choco decoration, envy baby (that's all I could get off the top of my head,,, djfgdjfb. There's actually around 53 I think (54 if I count a leak I saw for a cover) but as I said before I'm more used to having it in quiz format)

Magic number, machine gun poem doll, waltz of the deceased amarå, I'll Miku miku you (for reals), Miku, alive, blessing, hibikase, hello planet, meteor, relayouter, on the rocks, Leia - remind, snowman, judas, thousand year solo, I cant win against dense guys, piano x forte x scandal, bad end night, my love is hellfire, servant of evil, daughter of evil, dune, luka luka night fever, butterfly on your right shoulder, hatsune creation myth, sick of house, the intense voice of Hatsune Miku, the disappearance of Hatsune Miku, rin-chan now, hopes and tears at the end mark, don't fight the music, the emperror

Cosmospice, blue paint, salamander

Im so normal !!!!/sillie

-🎀🌂

holy...

#hoshiis mutuals!#silly lil asks

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bustanuts007 · 2 years

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'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life

There ain't too many things I've eva' done right

And maybe one day, I'll settle down an' get a wife

But until then, I'm just livin' my life

But I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

I'm fucked up

Real deal, thoroughbred, used to have a life of crime

Graduated, now they pay yo' boy just to write a rhyme

My best isn't enough, so I tend not to give a fuck

Only got one life to live an' I reckon I live it up, man

I'm a dog, probably need to keep me on a leash

An' listen y'all inside us all lies a little beast

With a world full of all these fuckin' different kind of people

I guess it's sad to say that there's some necessary evils

This girl is in my ear, an' she's begging me just to leave

All the sudden my ability to think is leaving me

An' I know I'm fucked up, an' Lord, I know I ain't livin' right

But, tell the truth y'all, I may never get it right

'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life

There ain't too many things I've ev'a done right

An' maybe one day, I'll settle down an' get a wife

But, until then, I'm just livin' my life

But I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

I'm fucked up

Phony homies callin' me, man, I swear they like to talk

Treat 'em like my taxes now, all I do is write 'em off

Finally got it goin', man, I finally got a budget

But, wouldn'a got it if my attitude was not, "Fuck it"

So, I'm drunk all out in public, stumblin' over steps

It's ten in the mornin', an' I ain't been to sleep, yet

An' I'm still drinking, I got a meeting right around noon

Walkin' in with Shoey, an I'm high as a balloon

Whoo, I can't believe that I get paid to write songs

I've been never wrong write but I've been right wrong

Take me out in public, I'll embarrass your ass

I'm a real deal, piece of american trash

'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life

There ain't too many things I've eva' done right

And maybe one day, I'll settle down an' get a wife

But until then, I'm just livin' my life

But I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Yes, I'm just a fuck up

I'm fucked up

Dark rooms and long nights, them really long nights

We've been doing wrong things lately, but it's alright

Grew up 'round sinners, that just really wanna win

So everytime I get a chance, fuck, I'm going in!

There's no need to pretend, fuck it, let's go again!

Refuse to leave a conversation, with an open end

Ain't ever been a bully, I bullied bullies in back

My mind's got a brain that isn't fully intact

Forgive me how I talk, I might come off aggressive

But just speak direct, when you speak in my direction

I don't wanna talk circles, or pretend to be friends

I'm any day away from jumpin' off the deep end

An' meanwhile, my career, they say it's blowin' up

Everytime I drop a track, now them people goin' nuts

Meanwhile it's like a can of worms, an' it just opened up

Finally got rid of all the fucks, that tried to hold me up!

I got a publicist now, man, I've been lovin' it

But, I don't think she really knows who she' been fuckin' with!

'Cause, when I get fuckin' rich, I bet I go fuck up shit!

Get on interviews, an' I bet I say the dumbest shit

Bet, the record label hates everyone I'm runnin' with

I'ma blow off a bunch of money for the fuck of it?

Hey, look, I needed this!

Sometimes, I just need to vent!

This is therapeutic music!

Every verse, I bleed on it

'Cause I've been a fuck up my whole damn life

There ain't too many things I've eva' done right

And maybe one day, I'll settle down an' get a wife

But until then, I'm just livin' my life

But I'm just a fuck up

(Fucked up, fuck-up)

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Jason Bradley De Ford / Thomas Daniel Toner

#theme song #real shit #if im being honest

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dazzlingkai · 3 years

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BIBI ♡ THE WEEKEND ( 2021 ) – "Wait a minute, we was just gettin’ started. I don’t wanna be broken hearted. Every time they hit rewind, they change their mind. And why why why why why, aren’t you into me? You only call me on the weekend. You only love me when we fucking. You got me jumpin’ off the deep end."

#bibi #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #femaleidols #bibiedit #underratedidolsedit #flashing tw #typo: lyrics #gifs #gif #edit #my edit

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Scenario: mc hating being jealous and the feeling of envy just bcuz and I quote "it's make me feel gross...and stuff"

*the brothers trying to make mc jealous by spending less time with them and hanging out with other people*

Mc unfazed: oh I didn't notice u were gone! Did u have fun atleast? Where they nice??

I'm not sure if they would really do that... but i'll try to relate it as much as I can

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lucifer

Sighing in frustration, he frowns deeply at your awfully fake smile.

"MC, you do realize this is all related to my line of work. Of course I'd have to deal with it, as per Diavolo's orders." He tries to explain.

"Really? Like how it was Diavolo's orders for you to keep me 'alive' for the program? That's how we started out right?"

He groans and shakes his head in disapproval. "I didn't ask you to assess me like that. Clearly, you're accusing me of something I am not guilty of."

"We need a break. Then we'll talk about this once we both clear our heads."

He concluded, as he left you alone feeling as if you've drowned from disappointment.

Of course, the 1st born was a prideful demon. There's always a limit to his patience, and you were not an exception.

Mammon

He tries to explain it to you, but you wouldn't understand.

"Was I making you jealous? No! Can't you just stop jumpin' into conclusions? It makes me feel like you never trusted me..."

He does no good, but never had he done anything to try and hurt you purposely. If he did, then he's sorry.

This man is head over heels for you, and you still think he'd do something as far off to spend less time with you? Just for someone else?

The 2nd born may be a fool but he can be sensible at times.

"Then what were you doing with them?" You asked with a frown. He sighs and ruffles his hair.

"I was tryin' to ask them help with some gift for your birthday. I don't wanna ask my brothers since they're gonna scramble up ideas of their own gifts." He explained rather honestly.

You blinked, not sure if you should believe him or not. He's used these tricks on his brothers, what's the difference if it were you?

"D-don't look at me like that! I'm not lying! I wanted to surprise ya but I didn't want you to wrap your head in things that ain't true..." he stammered as he looked away with in embarrassment.

Sighing in defeat, you went to pat his head.

"I believe you... and, i'm sorry for doubting you too." You apologized and he glanced at you before letting out a chuckle.

"I mean ya ain't wrong with feelin' like this, at least now ya know how I feel when I see you with my brothers."

You laugh and nodded at his statement.

"Yes."

Leviathan

It clearly doesn't end well... you're glaring daggers at his back while he was playing a game.

He's a shut-in, sure he's still supposed to have the outside world's communication, but making you jealous? With a real person involved? Along with having to interact with them?

Now that's just not realistic. The most way he could make you jealous is to just talk about Ruri this and Ruri that. Nothing else.

You must be out of your mind to think he has the guts to pull in another normie when he already has you.

His Henry.

"I don't get why you would suddenly think someone like me can get anyone else... I mean there's my brothers, but me? I'm just not fit for that."

He frowns and hesitantly holds your hand, trying to ignore that fast pace of his heartbeat.

If it weren't for the background music from the game still viewed on the screen, you would've been able to hear his heart close to jump out.

He's been there. He's the literal avatar of envy, feeling jealous of others and what they have is his job.

So the fact that you're like this... he would've been happy that you feel jealous of someone that wants him.

But in reality, he knows how disgusting the feeling is. Instead he tries to talk you out with experiences like that.

It's a heavy feeling on your chest, as if you'd end up suffocating. Especially if the other had done nothing to assure your assumptions.

Slowly but surely, you and him end up creating a deeper bond by talking about those little moments and just end up laughing or get all embarrassed about it.

Satan

If you wish to accuse him, quit beating around the bush and tell him in a forward manner.

He doesn't read minds, but he's observant. He just wants to be sure of his conclusion as to why you seem upset with that fake smile of yours.

Your body language was enough to tell him what you were feeling, but he hopes you tell him honestly.

"Is this about the succubus I told you about the other day?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

When you didn't answer him, he took that silence as a 'yes'.

He sighs and leads you to the couch to stare at you seriously. If he wants this to be dealt with peacefully, both you and him will have to talk this out in a mature way.

"MC, she's been asking for tutoring. She has made her advances, but I declined. She was failing her grades so I had someone else to help her." He explained.

"So you didn't tutor her personally?"

"Of course not. I don't want to interact with someone who had actively showed their interest in me when they know I already have you." He assured with a smile.

He then noticed your shoulders slump slightly in relief and he chuckles at your sudden change of expression.

Tucking your hair from behind your ear, he offers to read this new book he just got from Akuzon.

Asmodeus

He's been staring at you almost offended of your accusation.

"Darling, I am the avatar of lust, surely you realized that whatever advances I make to others are merely fake." He assured, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"You're the only one, and every word I tell you are nothing but truth." He said sincerely as you look down, feeling lost.

He knew how it was hard to be with him. You're dating the embodiment of lust itself, surely it seems as if he's not into commitment.

But he tries, because you didn't love him for his looks. If ever you were to be insecure, whether you tell him about it or not.

"Did it seem as if I were neglecting you? I'm sorry, how would you want me to make it up to you?"

He only wishes the best for you, at this point, even the avatar of lust himself is hooked.

Beelzebub

Why are you looking at him like that as if he's done something much more horrible than yesterday?

You only frowned with how clueless he is and ended up telling him what was the matter.

He looks at you in distaste of your words. Shaking his head, he cleared that he thought you were mad at him so he decided to give you space.

"I didn't want to push in your comfort zone especially if you looked mad the other day... and the lady was the manager of the new restaurant that opened."

He smiles and picks you up. "I was asking for arrangements to take you there to cheer you up, i'm sorry."

You slowly look away, muttering an apology for misunderstanding. It's just that you've been insecure of your own capabilities.

And Beel had always assured you that there was nothing wrong.

"It's ok to be insecure MC, it's part of your humanity... from what Satan said, and I still love you this much. Please don't belittle yourself."

...ah, to think that a demon would acknowledge your self-worth more than you ever could.

Belphegor

Are you sure you hadn't dreamed of it instead? He hasn't even left the bed for two days.

"I'm not trying to spend less time with you, i'm sorry." He apologized sincerely.

Although he's half-asleep, he knows how you don't like feeling like this.

As he showers you with love, you clearly were stubborn to reject his advances.

He would've been mad that you didn't trust him enough to assume he was seeing others.

Nuzzling close to your neck, your back facing him as he held you close. Kissing your neck gently with soft apologies in between.

He already learned that one of you should yield in times like this. If you see him at fault, then sure, he'll accept it.

It went really bad when the both of you had stayed stubborn, he doesn't want to repeat it.

"It feels... disgusting." You whispered how you felt, taking hold of his hand as your consciousness was beginning to fail you.

You could feel him smile as he hummed softly on your neck. "I know, i'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, but don't expect too much from me." He finished, and you've heard him clearly.

But your consciousness had already slipped away before you could answer as you slowly fell into deep sleep.

#request #writing ideas #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me fic #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me

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abitoflit · 2 years

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Where the Crawdads Sing

“For years, rumors of the "Marsh Girl" have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life--until the unthinkable happens,” (Delia Owens).

What on earth was this nonsense? This book was awful. It felt like nothing was happening even with a murder investigation going on in the background and then a trial looming large toward the end of the novel. I don’t understand how an author can make a murder feel so darn dry either. Perhaps the most painful thing for me, however, was how the vast majority of the characters spoke—their deep, southern drawls, their heavily accented speech. It is hard to understand in real life if you are not accustomed to it; it is even more difficult on paper, and I found myself reading the same sentences over and over again in frustration. It was AWFUL! Not to mention, there wasn’t anyone who really drew me in to the story or was particularly interesting. Some characters were better than others, but as a collective, they didn’t appeal to me much. Jumpin’ was probably my favorite though simply because he seemed like both a kind and genuine soul and one of the few who could find it within himself to be kind to the “Marsh Girl.”

With that being said, this novel reminded me of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, in part because of the prejudice Kya faced from her town while on trial and in part because it was a coming of age story in which she fully matured following the events that took place during the trial. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing, but the book didn’t seem as original as it could have because it reminded me so much of Lee’s work.

Now, let’s talk about the cover. Why? Just why? I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be Kya and it looks like she’s paddling in a canoe. I don’t recall there being mention of her using a canoe, and the boat she was known for using had a motor. I don’t like how the cover not only fails to tell me anything about the novel’s contents, but how its art is incongruous with what was written within its pages. I honestly wonder who signed off on it. The only thing that redeemed this dumpster fire of a novel at all were the final two pages. That was an interesting ending. But everything else about this novel sucked. Period. End of story.

Rating: 2/5 stars

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captainsourwolf · 4 years

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okay hear me out.

everyone knows about link’s crush on john mayer. it’s no secret, he happily told everyone on camera his crush is the singer. nobody is surprised of course, least of all rhett, because rhett is the one that gets to hold his hand and love him and fuck him and kiss him and do all the things john mayer just wishes he could fucking do with link neal.

which okay, maybe rhett’s a little jealous sometimes. but he can’t help it. john mayer gets brought up and link’s eyes light up, this spot on his throat that ticks when his pulse rate spikes starts jumpin’, he gets this weirdly euphoric look on his face because he gets to talk about his stupid crush. the last time he reacted like that to rhett was when they were in college and he thought he was being smooth hiding his feelings.

okay so rhett is a lot jealous. sue him.

one day at the creative house he walks in and link’s playing an old john mayer cd and rhett’s blood instantly boils. he follows the source straight into link’s office where link is bebopping his head along to some stupid song about something stupid and rhett clenches a fist before he can even stop himself.

“link,” rhett would huff when he’s ignored only to feel bad a second later. he’s had crushes before. he remembers what it feels like.

but this different. this is link getting weirdly giddy when the other man is brought up, this is him bringing the singer up any chance he gets, it’s link acting like a teenager experiencing his first boner because someone made him feel all tingly.

rhett hates it. supremely. with everything in him.

which is why he can’t be blamed when he slaps his hand on link’s dumb boom box he just had to have and effectively stops john mayer’s crooning. link jumps in surprise and finally notices rhett has entered the room.

“hey—! i was listening to that!” but he isn’t angry, just peeved, cheeks flushing a bit when he glares at rhett and gets up to turn it back on.

rhett is taller and bigger so he blocks the boom box and crosses his arms.

“maybe im tired of listening to john mayer all the time,” rhett snips and link huffs and his mouth pops open into a perfect ring and he looks a bit murderous for a second if rhett’s bring totally honest. “your crush is cute, but come on, do we gotta listen to him all the time?”

link gets all huffy again and throws his hands in the air. “it’s not a crush, shut up, man,” he grumbles. but the spot on the back of his neck that gives him away all the time flares up and he reaches up to scrub at it.

“you loooooove him?” rhett teases. he can do that. he can tease, even if it means reverting back to when he was a high schooler that thought the way to a girl’s heart was through jokes and rude comments. he grins a little when link looks away, to the side and down, rubbing that spot even harder.

“shuddup, rhett.” there’s no venom to it, just a bit of amusement and embarrassment to go with the pinkness rising up his neck.

“you wanna hold his hand and swoon over him while he sings to you?”

link’s blush disappears under the collar of his—surprisingly enough—john mayer sweatshirt. the one that’s cream colored and splashed with pinks and blues, and looks soft against his skin.

“rhett—“

rhett grins a cheeky little grin and leans against the table the boom box is on.

“want him to wine and dine you? show you a good time?”

link’s tells are starting to pop out: shifting on his feet, scrubbing his neck, pushing at his glasses, fidgeting with his wedding ring. rhett is hitting every button and it sends a thrill through him knowing he’s making link a bit hot under the collar.

and of course that’s when he notices the blush deepen when he says “show you a good time” and the subtle way link is trying to adjust his pants. rhett swallows and licks his lips and thinks he could have some fun with this. he is jealous after all. get link hot, get him off, remind him rhett is the one he should be blushing for.

“want john mayer to kiss you, link?” rhett shoves away from his perch and stalks towards him. link licks his lips and looks down at the floor, shuffles his feet.

“you don’t—“ link shrugs and huffs. “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

rhett bumps link’s chest he gets so close. dips down and kisses his hot cheek, his ear, tugs on it with his teeth a little.

“you wanna fuck him?” rhett whispers and tugs again. link whimpers a little, a tiny thing rhett almost doesn’t hear. when he registers that’s what he heard, he rears back enough to see link’s cheeks ruddy and hot and giving him away. rhett swallows, shuffles closer, feels an unmistakable bulge pressing into his leg.

link is hard. the realization makes the jealousy burn in rhett’s gut.

“do you want him to fuck you?” rhett murmurs and that’s the clencher. link’s cheeks turn tomato red and it disappears down his neck into that silly sweatshirt and his cock twitches on rhett’s hip.

link swallows so hard his throat clicks and he shoves rhett back, hardly far enough to put any space between them, but still. he glares up at rhett with no heat, digs fists into rhett’s shirt, yanks him down into a kiss that’s more bite than anything.

they don’t do things half-assed that’s for sure. link is naked and bent over his desk in no time, rhett naked and two fingers deep with spit and lube they keep hidden in the desk and leaning over link’s backside to get at his ear. breath hot and damp and making link shiver.

“wonder how good it’d feel to have john mayer’s fingers up your ass, baby? think his are as thick as mine?” link moans so loud rhett feels it in chest. his dick twitches at the sound.

link is a needy whiny mess. looks fucked out already spread out on his own desk, back heaving, cock dripping a sticky trail on his thigh and the floor. rhett can see his eyes where he’s leaning close, can see how dopey and unfocused they are just from rhett finger fucking him and talking about another man. the jealousy only makes him harder, makes him get a little rough with it, crooking his fingers just right to make link jerk and moan.

rhett pulls his fingers free and link whines and chases the feeling. he’s on his knees behind link biting an ass cheek and dragging his thumb over link’s stretched hole, teasing and kind of all over the place, not really knowing what he wants to do just that he wants to do it. so he makes link turn over, gets his mouth on a thigh, on a hip, on his balls, at the base of his cock.

“such a good singer, must have a nice mouth, too. surely he does.” link’s head thunks on the desk and he whines again, raises his hips to try and get rhett’s mouth on him. “think he can suck a cock with that nice mouth?”

“rhett—“

rhett licks him from root to tip, sloppy and messy, precum and spit wetting his beard, shining up his lips.

“want him to suck you off, link? fuck his mouth the way you do mine?” rhett gets a weak kick to his thigh and fingers winding in his hair. link leans up, on his free elbow, peers down at rhett all fucked out and horny and desperate. he growls and yanks rhett’s head back to look at him, at his flushed and sweaty face and his perky nips, taut belly, his cock throbbing and wet. “admit it,” rhett huffs a laugh and digs his fingers into link’s thighs.

“what if i do?” link admits, voice too rough around the edges.

that just won’t do.

rhett growls this time and shoves link’s hand off his head then stands, fits himself between link’s thighs. they stare at each other a moment, link smirking in challenge, rhett glaring. he roughly grabs link around the knees, hikes his legs up till he’s resting his calves on rhett’s sweaty shoulders. he drags his cock along rhett’s, the tease, and moans, smirk widening when rhett chokes a little.

“come on, then, fuck me, rhett, bet john mayer—“ it’s enough for rhett clamp a hand over his mouth, use the other one to slick himself up and line up and slip the head of his cock in link’s tight hole. link’s clipped off moan and the way he shudders it out makes rhett’s head spin.

again, they don’t do things half-assed, ever. rhett gives him his time to adjust, barely enough, and fucks into him messy and quick. link licks his palm and bites at the meat of his hand but rhett doesn’t budge. he keeps his hand there and pulls out and thrusts back in, starting up a steady rhythm. doesn’t take long to build a pace that punches the air out of link’s lungs.

link’s legs slip and wind around rhett’s waist. he yanks rhett forward and down, brow knitting when rhett’s cock hits deeper, smoother. rhett finally removes his hand and winds it through link’s hair and presses their chests together.

this close he can see the thin ring of blue left, the freckle beside his eye, the sweat beading on his upper lip. he tilts link’s head back and bites at his throat, takes his time sucking a bruise into the delicate skin over his jugular. he soothes it then goes back in for more and fucks link harder, making the desk rattle and groan under their combined weight and pace.

“this good enough?” rhett asks, having to stop and catch his breath before he can continue speaking. he starts a slow grind, barely out and right back in, making sure link feels it when he shoves his cock deep and presses his pelvis right up against link’s ass. “could he do it better?” the legs around his waist tighten.

“want that crooner to fuck you like this?” link’s breathing changes, hitches a little around his throat, and he’s scrambling to get his fingers in rhett’s hair, on rhett’s body. they slip on his back and end up around his waist, back in his hair, down again to his belly before finally giving up and squeezing around rhett’s neck. “want him to screw you against your desk all nice and slow? or get you on your belly and hold your head down and make you feel it?”

link gasps and rhett is done with the grinding, the slow pace, and sits back, holding onto link’s thighs. link can’t get a grip on anything in time and nearly bangs into the wall behind him, moaning loud and strangled, and reaching for rhett.

it’s always a punishing pace when they’re like this. rhett can’t help it. he likes to watch link fall apart like this, a sweaty mess, mouth open around choked off and desperate sounds, back arching as rhett fucks him. and he likes it when link finally blissfully falls apart.

rhett watches link’s face contort, his brows knitting so tight he’ll have a headache later, hands searching for something to hold onto. he’s almost there and he hasn’t even been touched since rhett got him up here. rhett loves it when he’s so horny for it that he cums untouched.

this time there’s an edge to it, a sting, and rhett can’t help himself from catching link’s eye, watching when he finally focuses enough to catch on.

“he fuck you better than i can, baby?”

and link loses it, jizzes all over himself in thick spurts, seemingly never ending as rhett screws him through it and he keeps cumming, speechless with it. he clenches around rhett’s cock, still a tease even when he’s just blown his load so hard he’s probably seeing stars. rhett likes that part, too.

link starts muttering little yeah’s and come on’s, fighting the over sensitivity and squeezing around rhett’s dick to milk it out of him. doesn’t take much, he was already about there, so when link sits up and drags fingers through the mess and reaches between them to feel where rhett’s fucking him and slick him up, that does him in. his hips stutter and he moans and folds in on himself, nearly loses his footing and takes link with him.

after a moment he finds he’s got his face buried in link’s neck, breathing evening out, mouth still hanging loose in satisfaction. link’s got him held up with an arm around his back, other propping himself up on the desk so he doesn’t fall.

takes a second but he gets himself together enough to unstick himself from link’s body. his dick slips out and with it a trickle of his release. link’s quiet moan and the way his ass clenches makes him chuckle and use his middle finger to plug it back in.

“it’s so gross when you do that.”

“you love it,” rhett laughs again and link flutters around him, sighing in resignation.

his blush is back. rhett sees it traveling from his cheeks to his neck to his chest. he’s embarassed, probably a little turned on still if the way his dick gives a valiant effort at twitching is anything to go by. but overall he’s spent and he lays back.

it’s quiet for a moment as rhett just waits for link to chill, to get himself together enough to face rhett’s amused stare. when he finally looks he has this softness there, in his eyes and around his mouth, only for rhett.

“you know you’re the only one,” he states it simply, quietly, pink in his cheeks flaring up for a moment.

rhett gathers him into a hug and kisses his temple.

“as if id ever believe john mayer could fuck you as good as me,” he whispers.

“oh my god. i hate you.”

rhett shakes his head, knowing better.

“nah, you love me.”

#rhink #rhink ficlet #jealous rhett #WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY #PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME #lemon #nothing against John Mayer #I’m sure he’s lovely #let’s have some fic after a shitty week

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Hello my darling! I saw “bend over, I’m not kidding” and am gonna need that with Clyde please and thank you ilysm. 💕🤠

(900w, NSFW: sex at work/office sex, quickie, PIV, rough and sloppy, biting/hickies & dirty talk 😌)

The country music from the live band is loud, beer is flowing, and you and Clyde are one hell of a dream team on a jam-packed Friday night. The streets are brimming with folks comin’ off of a long shift at the end of a long day, eager for an ice cold drink to soothe their throats from the West Virginia heat. And don’t they know noplace better to come for all’a that, than Duck Tape.

You’ve been takin’ care of all the customers, not noticing Clyde all that much in the fray. But he was noticing you, had been all evening, and the way your ass looked in those short shorts had officially become somethin’ of a problem for him.

“Baby!” Clyde whistles for you from where he’s stationed at the bar, droppin’ a couple olives into a martini for some bigshot.

“Yeah Clyde?” You call over your shoulder, placin’ orders onto the table in front of you.

“My office, now.” Your husband responds, and there’s an edge to his voice that tells you everything you need to know about what’s waitin’ for you behind the office doors.

Excusing yourself to the customers and ensurin’ that they’ve got everything they need, you untie your server apron and leave it on the jukebox for easy grabbin’ later on your way to the office. Clyde’s already got his cock out, and that surprises you – he’s not usually this desperate.

“Bend over.” Clyde strokes himself until he’s fully hard, jaw already workin’ double time as he grunts out, “I’m not kidding.”

Everything is muffled back here, the rest of the bar sounding a million miles away. You’re quick to shimmy yourself over to his desk where you bend at the hip, a great big eager smile on your face. Clyde’s fucked you here a ton of times, but not too many of them were while they were as busy as it was right now.

This was going to have to be fast, you probably wouldn’t come, but that’s okay, you know he’ll make it up to you once he gets you back home. Clyde yanks your jean shorts and your underwear down, pushes up your t-shirt that sports his bar’s logo, pushes it up over your tits so he can get a better feel for them.

Ain’t nothin’ elegant about this, this is quick and dirty, with Clyde spittin’ on his cock and easin’ it into you and all. No prep doesn’t usually go too well but you relax yourself for him as best you can, pushing against his hips as he drapes his stomach over your back.

“Ugh, fuck, fuck that’s pussy’s tight.” He grunts, his prosthetic on your hip holding you steady and his flesh hand already pinching and rolling his favorite of your nipples.

“Mmm no it’s just your cock’s so big, so big Clyde.” You sigh as he begins to thrust really hard and fast, pistoning into you, making your knees pinch in.

The desk shakes, and you gasp and writhe under him, your cunt squeezing around the hard thick shaft of his cock like a vice grip. He’s panting already, so worked up, wound up just for you, and he begins to suck deep dark marks onto your throat, the spot where your neck and shoulders meet.

“You looked – damn darlin’ – looked so good I just – fuck – couldn’t help myself.” He nearly whimpers, fucking you raw, hard.

“Gonna come in me? Gonna shoot your hot load in my pussy and make me walk a-around with it all night?” You encourage him, knowing that the sooner he comes the better, in case anyone tries to go lookin’ for him and sees him plowing the shit out of your pussy.

He worries on your neck, kisses and licks over the sting of the hickies, and you can’t help but grin around your gasps, feelin’ too much like lovesick teenagers again.

“Shit, yeah I – I’m gonna fill you up, want it, want it to drip down your thighs so everyone knows you’re mine.” He grunts and growls low in your ear, goosebumps shivering all across your body as your tits bounce and your vision blurs and the office rattles around you.

“Do it Clyde, do it come on give it to me, I want it, I want your come.” You whine, your orgasm close, close enough that if he comes in you, you can milk it out of him and chase yourself to coming yourself.

After a few more minutes, that’s exactly what happens, and Clyde is moaning deep and long against your skin as his body covers yours entirely. Your face is pressed into the desk, and you’re coming, and you’ve never felt so seedy in the best way.

“I like when you’re riled, we’re gonna have a shitton of fun back at the house.” You pant around some adoring and satisfied laughter, and Clyde pulls out to watch his come ooze out of your pussy, before using the head of it and pressing it all back in.

He smacks your ass playfully when he’s finished and you can’t help but roll your eyes when he gives you a wink and a, “If’n I don’t go jumpin’ you again before then.”

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan/reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan/you #logan lucky #adam driver fanfic #adam driver character #clyde logan imagine

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sagechanoafterdark · 4 years

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Lost and Found

@fichoe21 requested, “I’m jumpin in on your random story! Let’s pick number 82 with Bucky! 😃”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,848

Warnings: language, male panic, lost children, soft Bucky

Note: For my Random Writings game, prompt in bold. This is from the same universe as my fic Forgotten Days; I’ve been looking for and excuse to write more with Morgan.

“I lost the baby.”

The words made you stop in your tracks. Pulling the phone away from your ear and looking down at it just to confirm who called you, then bringing it back up, “I’m sorry could you repeat that please.”

“I. Lost. The. Baby.” Came through more forcefully than last time.

“What baby,” you half shrieked into the phone, you turned around immediately and ignored the looks people were giving you on the sidewalk. “Who the hell gave you a fucking baby!?”

“She was here just a minute ago,” came the worried voice on the other end of the line; you could practically see the panicked man turning around in a circle. “We’re at the Disney store and looking at these princess dresses, then I turned around and she was GONE!”

“What the hell are you doing there, with a baby?” You scoffed, crossing the street and jogging as your destination grew closer. “Who gave you a goddamn baby Bucky?!”

"Pepper didn't have anyone to watch her, everyone else is on a mission and I was home!"

Your finger began jabbing at the crosswalk button a little harder, "Wait, you lost Morgan!"

"Yes," came the hissed reply. "Just get here and help me look for her!"

"Bucky she's six. She's not a baby."

"It doesn't matter Y/N! I lost her! God, Pepper is going to kill me."

"What about Tony?" There was a hint of mirth in your voice, even Bucky knew where the real danger lied when it came to children.

"Ha! Tony is a fucking kitten compared to Pepper and you know it,” Bucky said, his voice was on the edge of hysteria while you tried to stifle the laughter coming from you. “It’s not funny!”

“Okay, okay,” you said soothingly. “I’m almost there, meet me at the entrance okay?”

Not two minutes later did you meet a frazzled looking Winter Soldier who was incessantly wringing his hands at the front of the Disney store. People streaming in and out of the store giving the worried man up and down looks, if they recognized him nobody said anything instead pushing their kids inside or away from the troubled looking man.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed through the steady stream of people towards him. The second he spotted you in the crowd of people the panicked look on his face relaxed for a moment and he grasped your shoulders tight as you came closer. “What am I going to do? I can’t believe I lost her!”

“Calm down,” you said soothingly, grasping his hands in your own and gripping his wrists. The man’s pulse was through the roof. “Kids wander off all the time. It's going to be okay. We’ll go looking for her and find her. Don’t panic okay. Deep breaths Buck alright.” Taking a deep pull of air you watched as Bucky mirrored you doing the same, the strain and panic on his face lessening until you could feel his heart rate drop.

“Okay so we’re going to look for her alright,” you said, entering the store with him and ignoring the fact that you could hear the gears whirling in his metal arm as his fist clenched. “You take the second floor and I’ll look down here. She can’t have wandered off very far and she’d never leave with a stranger. Morgan’s a smart kid so it’s going to be alright. What is she wearing?”

“She’s wearing that purple and pink windbreaker, a yellow dress and wearing those red shoes she likes. I braided her hair before we left cause she said it kept falling into her face.” The worried edge of his voice was enough to break your heart and he swallowed hard, blue eyes looking over at you. “We have to find her, doll.”

“It’s going to be okay Buck,” you soothed, feeling the knot in your own stomach intensify. God, you prayed you were right about the kid. She was a smart cookie for sure, but why would she wander off? “Look on the top floor and call me if you find her. I’ll do the same okay.”

He nodded before tearing off towards the escalator and you started to wander around the first floor, eyes sweeping past children and peeking under racks. You never realized just how many kids in the world had pastel colors for clothes and dark hair too. This was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After about ten minutes you understood just how badly Bucky was panicking. There was no sign of the kid anywhere in the store. The thought of notifying the employees of the store was growing stronger and as you walked past the enormous wall of plush toys a flash of yellow caught your eye. You came to a halt looking around another rack of clothes to see exactly who you were looking for.

There stood Morgan, her pastel jacket tied in a knot around her waist. Her tiny arms filled with plush characters that were twice the size of her. She’d just begun to bed down for one of the ones she’d dropped when you came up behind her.

"Hey, Sparky," you said, voice soft.

Morgan spun around looking at you with wide sparkly eyes and shouted your name with obvious glee.

She didn’t look scared or panicked in the slightest, she didn’t even realize she’d walked away without a trace. “What are you doing? You know Bucky’s looking for you.”

“Trying to pick my best friend,” she said, sticking her bottom lip out in thought. “Every princess has an animal best friend and I thought it would be easier if I got them first to pick a dress like Uncle Bucky wanted.”

Your lip wobbled with a slight bit of laughter, “Like Uncle Bucky wanted huh?” The girl nodded her head and you pulled out your phone dialing Bucky’s number. “How about I help you pick one and take it up to have him help you pick out a dress huh?”

Morgan nodded her head, looking between all three of the stuffed toys she’d gathered in her arms as Bucky picked up the phone. “I’ve got her, she’s picking out a stuffed animal right now. Meet us by the princess dresses in about three minutes okay?”

After a careful selection, Morgan had settled on a stuffed Stitch that was almost the same size as her as the two of you rode the escalator up to the second-floor hand in hand. “He’s perfect!” Morgan exclaimed, her arm wrapped tightly around him. “We’re going to have so many adventures together it’s going to be great!”

“I bet it will be Sparky,” you said with a smile; your eyes catching Bucky’s as you both stepped off the escalator and let go of the little girl's hand. “Why don’t you go show Bucky okay?”

Morgan's bright eyes caught Bucky standing awkwardly among a sea of pink frills and bright pastels and she squealed, running towards the man and shouting. “Uncle Bucky! Look at who I picked out!”

Bucky crouched down and threw his arms around the tiny girl as her own wrapped around his neck. It melted your heart seeing him hold onto Morgan as she babbled about her selection process for the perfect companion and just how you’d helped her pick. “Isn’t that great! Now I can get the right dress.”

“That’s the best damn news I’ve heard all day.”

Morgan gasped leaning away from him, “Uncle Bucky, that's a dollar in Uncle Stevie's swear jar.”

You tried to hold back your laughter only to have those blue eyes set on you with a little bit of irritation, “He didn’t mean it, Morgan. Bucky’s going to help you pick out a dress so you can wear it out of the store.”

The girl wiggled down and out of Bucky’s arms as she ran off and into the racks of clothes looking for the dress she wanted to wear. Bucky watched her with strained attention drawing the eyes of about a dozen other people in this section of the store alone.

“She didn’t even realize she’d walked off without you hearing her,” you said coming up beside him and taking his flesh hand in your own. “She’s fine Bucky. Let's put it behind us for the day and help her pick a princess dress.”

His shoulders sagged slightly as a strained sigh left him, he turned towards you with watery eyes that had you smiling. “What the hell would I ever do without you, doll?”

“Hmm, froth at the mouth in panic? Next time you get the idea to take her shopping, just call me and I’ll come along. Four eyes are better than two with a kid as active as Morgan. Oh and don’t forget,” you teased with a smile. “You owe a dollar into the swear jar when we get home.”

Bucky rolled his eyes before gently poking you in the side as you laughed and the two of you went to join Morgan.

Three hours later you were back at the complex, Morgan sleeping curled up on the couch dressed as Moana and cuddling her plush Stitch. Bucky had gladly run his credit card just to get the hell out of the place. With a little more of a carefree afternoon in Time Square having funnel cake and hotdogs while you and Morgan dragged Bucky to endless shops, looking at gadgets and gizmos. The whole time the young girl and you sang in a chorus Disney princess songs, swinging hands and twirling across the streets of New York.

Now the three of you sat on the sofa in Bucky’s rooms, Morgan curled up on the couch between the two of you while a movie played on the television.

Bucky had his arm slung over the back of the couch. The television light flashed across his face, lighting up his relaxed expression. The crease in his brow now gone, the edges of his eyes still holding the crinkles you enjoyed seeing and his smile lines were more pronounced than when you’d first found him outside the store.

“You’re going to be such a good dad one day.”

His head whipped over towards you and your face turned red, embarrassed that you’d obviously spoken your thoughts out loud. His relaxed features grew a little more concerned and you shook your head, “Don’t get any ideas,” you warned with a tiny smirk. “I’m just saying, you’re really good with Morgan and it makes me happy to think about what you’d be like with your own kiddos.”

Bucky was quiet, just watching you in stunned silence. “I’ve honestly never thought about that before,” he confessed, gaze dropping down to the sleeping girl between the two of you. “Do you really think I’d be a good dad? Even though I lost her today.”

Fingers lacing with his own on the back of the couch, Bucky played with the engagement ring he’d given you months before and you stroked your fingers over his knuckles. “I think you’ll be the best dad ever.”

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #marvel #avengers #mcu #bucky x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes/y/n #bucky barnes/reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes

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