#just over here waiting to be fucked and sucked off sooooooo

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Umm holy shit that audio is so hot lol I’m frothing at the mouth rn oml. You sound like you’d be insane to fuck and suck off 😳😳

Asdfgjjkkl help 🫣🫣🫣 thank youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! I’m blushing oml :3 getting hyped up like this is going to my head fr

[spamtoon]

DCRC Week 8--hey, look at that! On time!

Okay I woke up early today and I am NOT happy about it so before I do anything I'm going to sit down and read Paperinik because I was so excited to game last night and now I kinda don't feel like it. MAYBE I'll go back to sleep after this but I think I just kinda have to live with this.

Sorry I don't have any club penguin screenshots this time. unless something happens. wait i have the perfect idea

you can say odin eidolon in club pen.guin

omg its the panel. its the pk panel that everyone's like that goes so hard and you know what. it does go so hard

im so mad the way they didnt try to put it over the text this time. i love you pkna translation

omg the duck avenger actually fighting normal crime and being on patrol and shit no way. with these comics if they're dealing with cosmic threats on a daily basis its easy to forget they just like. also stop normal crime. like kidnappings and shit

ah okay. clearly these are the evronians from the second dimension

okay is the time police back to helping donald. or are these guys just normal cops. okay nevermind we time travelled i guess so normal cops. okay

so they use that shot and then they're like BOOM you're in the future actually. let me explain

im so fuckin mad the way this background lady is looking at donald like Who the Fuck is this guy. he Sucks

So I guess those guys are stronger because they're Future evronians and donald fighting them was like nuh uh uh! let's give you a future tour first

hes so tiny. hes so insanely little look at him. i guess after the time police explosion incident they're like alright. this is the only guy who can help us let's just tell him about the future becaues he's gonna find out anyway

i love the super trash here sign. in the future even trash is super

omg... he's coming. he's coming. he's coming. the guy's name i can't spell

hes so sad that uno's mortal after all... poor guy...

lord i dont know if we're supposed to not trust this guy but i do not trust this guy How do you know about all this stuff if it hasn't been documented well

i also like that everyone is taller--not just in the future but in pkna in general actually it feels like donald is in new donk city

donald is so cute in this panel... he's so silly

okay now i dont think we're supposed to trust this guy he's fuckin giving donald a pearl (SORRY) (reference)

donald misses uno sooooooo much already

sorry im on a kick now i didnt include the evermore comment but i swear to cog all my brain has to say about the tape head tv is "the void..." (another (reference)

ooh they're alright fightiiing please get to the part where we see The Catch or better yet. odin

donald's cape in this issue...

THE WAY I WENT YOOOOOO OUT LOUD

iced tea imported from england. lifeguards imported from sp

this fucking guy and his posing

i love how theres just a crowd forming behind them i'm so. they're chilling. hitting it off already.

okay glad to see donald also thinks this is suspicious

im so mad hes so fucking done looking

poptropi.ca good future lookin ahh. not that he doesnt have taste

bruh the fuckin fake evronians. im so mad. wow im sure this isnt foreshadowing anything the walt disney corporation will do in the next three centuries SORRY.

robot eye..................................

so thats why they look like that like they're literally supposed to be edgier evronians for the sake of tv hence why they're so second dimension alright.

the stupid fuckin eyebrow quirk im so mad donald's little goofy shrug

HELP im so mad. the robot parts. not going to photograph because it's kinda unsettling me a bit in a mega.volt way but

SORRY HIS FACES ARE SO FUNNY i keep having to screenshot them

his fucking expression. he's so fucking screwed

IM SO FUCKING MAD the cops were like alright yeah. fuck it. you're a tv guy i'll sign off on this as long as you dont do anything too stupid. lets rewrite this history and shape the perceptions of the future because yeah we wanna see that too that'd be sick

i love how this is the first movie pose he knows when he's like alright fine. let's do this stupid movie. hi odin...

robo-donald

HELP IM SO MAD the way the evronian was actually the chancellor guy, i'm so mad

also i guess xadhoom got her way and donald didnt just get them to stop invading earth but actively destroyed all of them. except this one guy. you know what good for her

oooh the beam deflected. i mean technically we dont either but you dont know hes a robot yet... ooooooh you targetted the wrooong guy

omg the uno textboxes... oughghgnn...

HI UNO!!!!!!! I MISSED HIM i cant send anymore images but HAIIII

oh uno,... i'll admit i looked up odin eidolon like one day before i started reading paperinik and then accidentally found the spoiler but i'm glad its like. hinted at/revealed this issue rather than like. a big buildup because i would have felt bad

im so mad the way uno says his files are overloaded the machine... ohohgnsngnngsng

alright good issue! i prompted puffy to draw a duck avenger 23rd century fanart and now im very scared but yaaaay im caught up on paperinik

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

[mrs-march-ahs]

Fashion Show for Kai

🎶I hit 600 and I’m at my peak Let’s all get excited for my Kai Week🎶 sorry that there’s so much author’s note today

Summary- Kai is sick of you loitering and bothering him, so he gives you a one time offer to go shopping and buy anything you want. The type of clothing you chose makes him realise giving you his credit card was a good choice, for both of you.

Warnings- Soft Daddy! Kai, knife & blood kink, nerd alert (Words- 2.5k) (Tag list- @tatestripedsweater​) 

Requests- “ Can u do a kai x fem!reader smut where kai is actually a soft daddy?? I know it sounds kinda impossible for kai but it really makes me feel nice to imagine him as a soft daddy so yeah. And reader's not a virgin but it's her first time with kai. Maybe like after a cult meeting.” Yes miss girl <3

“#52 & a lil bit of knife play with divine ruler?😇 you’re so talented ily <3 - @daddyevanpeters​” I didn’t use the number prompt which I hope is okay, I think you’ll like this<3 no i love you

“CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! You are so inspiring and talented. I just joined the fandom recently, and you have been such an amazing person to look up to! I heard that you were taking requests, sooooooo do you think you could do a head cannon for James, Kai, or the Evans (if you want) on how the would react to seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!! THANK YOU!” I hope you’re still here! This request is clearly from a while ago, but this was the perfect opportunity! I love it, thank you you’re sooo sweet<3

you’ll need this picture for later, enjoy ;)

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You slowly walk downstairs, and try to take a quick glance to see whether Kai’s cult meeting is coming to an end. Although you were almost always welcome, when it came to an upcoming murder, for some reason, Kai didn’t want you involved. And to keep you as safe and indifferent as possible, he didn’t tell you anything about it. But now that you were having a few days off work, you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly, wanting to be with Kai even more than usual. You were usually welcome at the meetings, and it felt unnatural to you to have to avoid them. When you peaked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, Kai instantly notices you and hedges in his sentence, looking to the floor and sighing. He rubs his eyes before looking back up at you.

“I thought I was clear, can’t you keep yourself busy?”, he snaps at you. You walk over a little closer to him and sigh in exasperation.

“Can’t I just sit with you? I won’t even listen I swear-”, you don’t bother saying anything else when Kai stands up and burns you with his eyes.

“Go away”. You sulk at his words but continue to stand there, your eyes flicking around the floor, searching for something else to say and as you open your mouth to beg to stay yet again, another loud sigh interrupts you. He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, before taking out his wallet and then credit card. He holds it in front of you and speaks with his regular authoritative tone of voice. He had to make sure that everybody at the meeting knew that he was completely in charge of you.

“Here. Don’t go crazy, but go somewhere and keep yourself busy”. You hesitantly take his credit card from his hand and nod at him, but when you pick your arms up to give him a grateful hug, he pushes them back down to deny it and snaps at you once last time.

“Do not come back here until I’m done with my meeting”

You nod and promptly leave, knowing that Kai doesn’t expect an answer, and just expects you to understand and follow every order he gives you. You quickly get dressed and leave the house, knowing Kai will get more mad if you sit around and don’t take advantage of what he gave you. Though he never particularly showered you with money, he always made sure he spoiled you some way or another so you would stay close to him.

You cautiously but happily spend Kai’s money, unsure how much you have or how much he is willing for you to spend, but in order to make sure that he wont regret giving you this gift, you decide to treat him too.

Within a little more than an hour, the very complicated plan of murder is clear to everybody in the cult and the meeting comes to an end. At that very second when most people begin to scatter, your phone in your pocket dings loudly, making sure you hear it. You’re in huge trouble if you don’t reply to Kai’s messages and calls, so to avoid having your phone taken away you never put it on silent or vibrate, and immediately read his messages. He asks when you’re planning to return home, and even though you were on your way for a coffee, mostly done with shopping, you don’t want to make him wait for you. Your thumbs dance around the keypad as you plan a message when your phone buzzes in your hand with another message from Kai.

‘Come home now’

Although his anger and fierce dominance strikes fear in others, and sometimes in you too, you go home with an innocent smirk on your face, already excited for angry Kai.

When you walk through the door Kai shuts it instantly after you, making you flinch, not having noticed him behind it. You attempt to hide your bags behind your back, but to no avail.

“I got a scam alert”, he says calmly, turning the key in the door to lock it.

“Uncharacteristic purchase from Victoria’s Secret”, he says quietly. Kai inches closer to you and puts his hands on your waist with a tight possessive grip, before looking over your shoulder at the bags behind your back. Most of them pink, one of them black. He exhales deeply in satisfaction at the sight of tissue paper, already excited for the show you’re going to put on for him.

Without a single word, he goes upstairs, and you follow him like a little lost puppy following its owner. He walks into a bedroom and sits on the end of the bed, facing the door. As you walk in behind him, he leans back on his arms and looks you up and down, examining your fully dressed body. When his eyes once again reach yours, he shakes his head to the side once, and you quickly nod.

“Yes, Divine Ruler, I’ll be right back”. You leave the room and go to the bathroom and weigh your options on which lingerie to show him first, but wanting to look as innocent as possible for him, you quickly rip your clothes off and jump into the shower for a minute, gently caressing your skin with body wash before dressing up for him.

As soon as Kai hears the water running, he sighs, and starts to look around the room, needy and already thinking of ways to punish you for wasting his time.

But soon enough, you gently step towards the bedroom Kai’s in and open the door, making Kai sit up when he hears the creak. You stand before him in your baby pink lacy underwear and bra and slowly walk over to him, making your steps as light as possible.

“I showered and oiled up for you, Divine Ruler”, you say seductively making Kai moan breathily at the sight of you glistening. When you get close enough, he puts his hands on your waist and slides them down to your thighs, one of his favorite places on your body, before putting his face to them. He runs his lips along your thighs and moans at how soft you feel under him. The soft sounds coming out of him turn you on immensely, and how his rough and dry lips slide along your thighs makes them tingle.

Kai’s hands rubbing over your ass makes your mind wander to the filthiest thoughts you have, ones you’d only share if Kai made you. A recent scenario that often came to your mind in the shower was one from a week ago, where Kai bent you over his desk as per usual, but instead of fucking you right away, he spread your cheeks and used his heavenly mouth on you, something he doesn’t do often. His hands on your thighs brought back every memory you have of him between them, making you cum over and over again until you grip his hair in the excitement, which always results in him putting you in handcuffs. Unexpectedly, Kai bites your thigh, making you gasp and break out of your trance of dirty thoughts.

“You’ve picked the perfect day to be sensitive, my love”. Kai’s new nickname for you instantly heals the temporary pain caused by his teeth, and you look at him, completely smitten and in love.

He stands up and kisses your lips once, very softly, before turning the two of you around and pushing you on the bed. But today, he does so gently, and you fall onto the mattress and feel the soft covers hug your skin and make you feel a way you never feel. Loved. It was obvious that Kai loved you, and even though he never said it, he showed it by prioritizing you over any other member of the cult, and trying to protect you from certain cruel things the world has to offer. He knew you were the strongest and most dedicated member and he always felt the devotion you gave him when you volunteered to do things for him that the other pussies were scared to do. Your heartless dedication to commit murder and crimes for him was what made gentle and innocent moments like this so special to him. Your naivety and trust for him made him hard.

He straddles you and looks at you beneath him. His eyes were as dark and lustful as always, so you put your hands up to the bed frame, all ready to be tied to up at his mercy. He smiles at your obedient actions ever so lovingly, before cupping your cheek and leaning down to you.

“Not today, little lamb”. You slowly put your hands back down confused by his words, almost worried by him not being as dominant as always, but all worries melt away when he kisses you once again, not forcing his tongue in and not making you feel like you must please him. Instead, kissing you so passionately that you are left breathless and occasionally forget to kiss back, enjoying your master taking care of you and kissing your gentle lips. He moves his attention to your neck, sucking on it gently leaving the tiniest bruises that will fade away within hours.

“Do you trust me?”, he whispers against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Of course, Divine Ruler”. Your instant response makes Kai smile against your neck and sit back up on you. He reaches into his pocket, and slowly takes out his pocketknife, flicking it open.

“I’m not going to tie you down, Y/N, so you need to stay still, you understand?”, he asks deeply. You look at the blade in his hand with pleading eyes and gulp at the idea of him hurting you.

“You want to… cut me?”. You ask, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. Divine Ruler hates weak girls.

“Of course not, I won’t cut you. If you don’t move”, he says as if it’s all so obvious. No matter how unsure you were about this, his confidence made you rely on him even more and you nod your head, willing to do whatever it is he wanted from you. His warm smile at your willingness to take whatever he does to you melts your heart and you take a deep breath before relaxing your body completely. You close your eyes and Kai shuffles down to sit over your legs, looking at your boobs and thighs in the gorgeous underwear you wore for him. Just for him.

He lays his blade against your boob, and slides it down your chest, making you open your eyes nervously but stay completely still. He hums as he slides it down your stomach, before getting to your panties and unexpectedly puts the blade under them.

“I like these”, he simply states, before in one quick motion slicing them off at one side.

“We’ll have to get some more”

He slices them off at the other side, and peels them away from you, making you bite your lip. No matter how many times Kai does a multitude of dirty things to you, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you feel his eyes on your naked body.

He puts his knife against your lower abdomen and pushes it down slightly, making it dig into your skin without breaking it. He carefully inspects the dent in your skin as he moves it down your thigh, pushing the blade at an angle that won’t cut you. Kai is intoxicated at the incredible sight of you with your panties cut off, and staying still for him with fear behind your eyes. The vulnerability of you under his knife makes his cock harden, and he puts his other hand on your thigh with a tight grip. He gives it a harsh squeeze which not only sends a pool of arousal to your pussy, but also makes you gasp and move unintentionally, his blade digging into your skin making serious contact this time. But Kai continues to move it down, creating a slice in your thigh that begins to drool blood. You wince at the feeling but say nothing, willing to take it to see Kai pleased.

“Doing such a good job baby”, Kai mumbles under his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of you bleeding. The soft praise sticks in your mind, standing separate to the usual degrading you receive from Kai during sex. He puts the blade in front of his face and licks the blood off it, keeping strong eye contact with you, making you wet.

Just when you think you can’t get any more turned on by Kai’s sudden nurturing, as you feel your blood drip down almost to the bed sheet, he leans down and licks the blood up, then sucking the blood out of your scar. The stinging only adds to the pleasure, as you are far from new at pain and pleasure combined.

He continues sucking and kissing your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you yearn to feel his face, and starts mumbling sweet nothings against them.

“Took it like such a good girl, you know”

You lean your head back not being able to handle the praise, and bite your lip in excitement knowing you make Kai this happy.

“You’re gonna get a treat for this”. Kai sits up and puts his hands under your knees and picks up your thighs, taking a longing glance between your legs as he spreads them.

Although it takes everything from you to not sit and take the treat like a good girl, you hope the happier you make him the more he’ll do for you, and you use all the strength in your body to interrupt him.

“Kai, wait”, you say softly. “I have another outfit I think you might like”. He looks at you and considers your suggestion, before putting down your thighs. You quickly sit up and practically run to the bathroom, not only desperate to get your treat, but also knowing that the outfit will take a second to put on.

When you come back out to see Kai, his eyes widen and he resists the temptation to throw his mouth open, and clenches his jaw instead. He carefully examines you from top to bottom and back, soaking in your costume. You have a black sports bra with ropes on it, khaki shorts with a gun belt and a pistol, and your hair in a braid. Divine Ruler liked sweet obedient girls, but it was obvious the inner nerd in Kai would lose his mind at your outfit.

You walk over to him as confidently as possible, the hunger in his eyes giving you a huge ego boost, and he stands up to look down at you.

“Looks like you’re ready to be my naughty girl again, correct?”, he growls, and you nod at him. He smirks and walks over to the bed stand, taking out your handcuffs. But instead of following, you stay stood and look at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to look intimidating. He looks over at you and throws the handcuffs on the bed.

“Hurry up Lara, I have some digging and exploring to do”.

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

grab it hard | th x fem!reader

credits gif by @tomhollandd

Summary: What could go wrong when Tom decide to post a video on his Instragram story? Pretty much everything. And now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.

Warnings:  SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), reader having a dom moment, dirty talk/language, a lot of grabbing, muscles appreciation (or general muscle kink i guess)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: okay well- let’s say that tom’s IG story... brought the worst in us all and by that i mean we may have lost our sanity as our hormones took complete control of ourselves 😂 *cough* damn that brit boy and his attractive body 🥵🥵🥵 *cough* ANYWAY! my dear @thollandss​ got the idea yesterday and well, I said I would write it so here it is! enjoy, dear sinful beauts 😏🙊🔥

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The evening is going quite slowly compared to the rest of the day. Everyone in the house has been up to something, such as Tom and Harry going to the nearest park to play with Tessa, Harrison visiting his mum and sister Charlotte and Tuwaine out to buy some groceries.

And here you are now laying on the couch in the living room, watching whatever Netflix has suggested you and by yourself. The boys are in the house too, but doing their own things.

But out of nowhere, your ears catch a weird noise coming from the back of the house. At first, you don’t pay too much attention to it and go back to lazily stare at the tv. But then it starts again, going for a bit longer. Intrigued, you mute the tv and listen carefully to identify the origin of this sound. 

And a smirk makes its way to your face. As you quietly stand from the couch, you walk to the hallway that leads to the different bedrooms, and wait at the entrance of it. And listen. What you at first thought were “noises” seem to be groans and breathing, and all coming from Tom’s bedroom.

Someone’s horny, uh?

After only three minutes, silence comes back so you decide to go sit again on the couch, acting like nothing happened, and tease the hell out of your boyfriend once he will exist his bedroom. 

Back in the comfort of the couch, your phone dings as you see an Instagram’s notification on the screen. But when you open it, your jaw just drops while staring at the screen: your boyfriend half shirtless crouching against the wall, panting and groaning so loudly your brain makes a flip. 

What is that ten seconds videos, out of nowhere, and without any context to it?! Your face is now a deep red and you feel drops of sweat forming everywhere on your body, pressing your thighs together to get some relieve. So many obscene thoughts come through your mind and you can’t stop them at all, not after watching this much display of... everything your boyfriend has. 

Guess you are the horny one now.

* * * *

At some point Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine enter in the living room, chatting vividly as they make their way to the kitchen. Tom soon follows them as his friends laugh at him, the boy grumbling at his phone.

You are still on the couch and just listen, not making a single sound.

“Mate, you’re definitely sooooooo bad with Instagram!” Harrison laughs while opening the fridge.

“I bet ya he broke the entire app!” Tuwaine soon follows, thanking Harrison as he takes a bottle of beer.

“Oh come on, now” growls Tom, “This app is so weird, ‘not my fault it doesn’t upload normally!”

“Yeah right, as if” Harry mumbles, trying to not laugh at his older brother.

The conversation goes on for a bit when Tom finally notices you on the couch. So the boy takes this opportunity to walk towards you, leaving his friends making fun of him even more.

“Hi babe” Tom says behind you, bending slightly to kiss your temple, “Want something to drink? ‘m gonna cook soon if you wanna join.”

“I’m waiting a little bit” you simply reply, not daring to look at him.

Tom nods and leaves another kiss on your cheek before joining the boys again, all of them standing around the kitchen island while drinking and munching some snacks. Later they all disappear in their bedroom again, ready to play some “Warzone” or whatever that thing is.

You slowly turn your head towards the kitchen and notice Tom by himself, looking inside the fridge while drinking his beer. You recognise the shirt and shorts from the video, these clothes tight on every muscle of his body.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up and causally walk and sit on one of the high chairs around the kitchen island. Your eyes gladly run along Tom’s back and lower, appreciating every single one as they tense and relax when your boyfriend moves. You feel hot again, eyes full of want and so much more. Your head leans on one hand as you start thinking, quick and fast, while Tom puts some vegetables on the counter to cook them.

Now determined, you stand again and slowly walk towards Tom, now standing behind him as he still doesn’t notice you. And out of nowhere, you shamelessly slap both hands on his ass, snatching a high squeal from him before firmly grabbing his butt cheeks and making him whimper.

“So pretty boy, enjoyed showing off and being all grunting for the internet?” you mewl in his ear, your chest pressing against his muscled back. 

Tom whimpers again, feeling your nails through the fabric of his shorts and pressing onto the skin. You run your lips on his nape, your teeth slightly brushing the thin skin there.

“This ass here is mine, you know that right? Like all your body is” you now grunt smoothly and biting into his lobe. You press against Tom’s frame more, your hips perfectly flat onto his ass while you keep massaging it.

Tom tightens his grip on the counter, his breathing getting louder as he feels his shorts being too tight against his cock.

“F-fuck (Y/N), wait-”

You interrupt him by sliding one hand to his front, first appreciating his abs throughout the shirt and slowly going lower to rest on his growing bulge. Now Tom doesn’t retain his groaning anymore and grabs your hand to press it harder against his cock.

“You horny pretty girl, you’d be the death of me” Toms breaths out, stretching his head behind to make contact with your face.

“I swear you better fuck me hard right now before I fucking lose it, Thomas.”

And that was what Tom needed. In no time the boy turns around to face you, now his broad body towering over yours and with eyes that could tear off your clothes off in a second. Almost savagely Tom smashes his lips on yours, the kiss being mainly tongue and teeth as his arms lift you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your fingers messing with his hair and scratching his scalp. Your clothed core brushes over his hard on, making you moan in his mouth but still grind more against it.

“Fuck me, Tom, now!” you whine almost desperately.

“I’m gonna destroy you, ‘gonna make ya scream my name so loud you’ll forget yours for weeks, baby girl” Tom groans, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it. 

With his ounce of composure left - to not take you right on top of the counter -, Tom starts walking towards his bedroom while he still appreciates your thighs with his strong hands. Both of you are just moaning messes by now, not even caring about walking past the other boys’ bedrooms.

Once in Tom’s bedroom, he simply slams it shut with his foot before also slamming you onto it. The kisses are getting more sloppier, saliva making its way in the corner of your mouth and just licking it back as you kiss again. Your hands cup Tom’s face, slightly pressing your nails onto his cheek to wrest beautiful whimpers out of him. 

But when you suddenly detach from him, Tom nearly moans and desperately moves his hips back and forth against yours. Getting too hot you hurry and take your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Tom can’t help but drink into this gorgeous view of you in a lace bra, all flushed and panting with need and desire.

Licking his lips, Tom almost runs to his bed and throws you on top of the mattress. Not losing another second, he undresses himself in a time record, his clothes soon joining yours on the floor but then, he catches your gaze and smirks.

“Enjoying the view, gorgeous?” he cheekily asks, perfectly knowing the answer already. 

As he stands in his boxer, you eye up his almost exposed body and how much you want to touch, kiss, lick and bite any inch of it. Tom never really liked the build he got for ‘Far From Home’, saying he looked way too buff for his heigh. And ironically, he had to go back in this shape for ‘Uncharted’ and you never felt this pleased.

“Can’t help it, your groaning are arousing as fuck. And...” you soothe, seductively biting your bottom lip. You run your hands over your body before sliding off your shorts slowly along your legs, leaving you in your underwear, on total display for his coffee eyes. “... I love it when you’re being vocal.’

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna get it hard (Y/N)...”

True to his words, Tom growls as he joins you on the bed, his body in between your legs and his upper body caging you with his arms on both side your head. He aggressively goes back at kissing you, his hands petting over the plush curvature of your breast before he gets rid of the bra. He doesn’t lose time by soon taking off your lace panties, almost ripping them up with his strength. As excited as him, your thighs press more around his waist, bringing him closer against you while you try to push his boxer off.

Now both equally naked, Tom presses himself more onto you, chest to chest and his hard cock rubbing against your wet core, the feeling tearing a moan out of him. Having him at your mercy, your hands wander on his back muscles, tracing them with your fingers as if remembering them by heart is your final goal. You also worship his biceps, strong and hard as you squeeze them at times, his broad shoulders and beautiful neck, that you soon attack both with hickeys and nibbles.

Heavy breathing and groaning submerge the entire room,Tom’s one being way louder than yours. And him being at his limits, he grabs your hips firmly before sliding his girth deep between your tight folds. You both moan sharply into each other’s mouth, feeling his saliva pool at the back of your throat as he gives you a passionate and rough french kiss. Both of his hands squeeze at your warm hips before gripping your skin tightly as he starts a very deep and incredible pace.

Instantly you cling to his skin which is a combination of warm, smooth and sweaty. An intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafting into your nose that makes him all the more addicting. Even the thrust of his hips slapping against your own send desire filled tingles all over your body, the incredible sway of heat singeing off your skin.

“Oh m-my God, T-Tom!” you moan completely unhinged all of your praise directly into the rim of his ear, before biting and nibbling it. He growls from the incredibly grip your folds has on his cock, driving him insane with desire to fuck you as hard and deep as possible.

"O-oh fuck, you're completely soaking my cock already..." Tom rasps, hot and heavy lascivious words about how wet your pussy is making his cock. Telling you in naughty detail how it was making it easier for him to slide back and forth, and even the pulse of your folds against his manhood telling him just how close you are.

Both of your hands grip at his back tightly, digging your nails into the skin and leaving him a few feint scratches, trembling from the overwhelming build of pleasure as he presses against all the right pleasure zones inside your body. And as your nails slide along his back, you take advantage of it and slam the palm of your hands on his butt cheeks with all your might. 

This sudden move wrests the loudest whine from Tom’s lips, being breathless for at least two seconds because of the impact. You feel his cock throb between your walls, making you clench against him as you are overwhelmed by so many sensations.  

“C-Come on Tom, I w-wanna hear you more baby!” you gasp, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck when he starts hitting that overwhelming pleasure zone inside your body again.

And Tom can only comply to your demand, letting more erotic sounds leave his mouth. Both of his rough hands slide from your hips to the bottom of your ass, where he now copies your moves to push and pull your body to meet with his deep thrusts. 

From the way your body shakes and twitches you are close, making him pound into your core faster and deeper till he finally feels the warm sensation of your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his thighs. Tom moans against your lips while he continues to thrust sloshing your juices, until he abruptly pull away warming a bit of your stomach and inner thighs with his arousal.

Out of stamina, Tom let himself falls on top of you, out of breath but mostly swimming into a pure state of bliss. While watching you try to steady the heavy breathing and pound of your heart, his glazed eyes find yours before meeting your lips in a sloppy but lazy kiss.

“From now on, those type of videos are only for me. Not for the Internet, understand?” you mumble into the kiss, your hands still wandering on top of his ass, massaging it.

“Can’t promise you anything, darlin’...”

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[maybe-your-left]

Girl please give us more dr ren I’m begging

Dr. is what we all need this holiday season, and this Dr. Oneshot is inspired by a dream I had.  sooooooo... also this is like the longest oneshot I've ever written and I'm not sorry

HIPAA Violation Universe!

YOU READ IT RIGHT, I AM THROWING THIS INTO THE UNIVERSE OF SURGEON KYLO. SO SAME TW APPLY. THIS IS PRE COMING OUT IN PUBLIC WITH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH REN!!!

SPOILER, THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY. 

TW: NSFW, AGE GAP (14 YEARS BC I MADE HIM ADAM DRIVERS AGE), THROWING IN A FEW NEW ELEMENTS TRY TO KEEP UP, ANAL SEX, DOUBLE PENETRATION, DIRTY TALK, NASTI BOI DR. REN. 

You sat on your couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you watched White Christmas on Netflix. It had been a really long day, you had to drive your friend to the doctor's office, the same doctor you had started fucking for the past two months, then have to sit at lunch with her and listen to her gush about how handsome he is. All while you had to pretend like you didn’t notice because he was a paranoid control freak who ‘wasn’t ready to put a label on us’.

Rose had texted you about wanting to meet up for the evening, saying something about ‘since I got my cast off we need to have wine night!’. You hastily ignored the messages, wanting to sulk in private after Ren ignored you at the appointment. The least he could do to the girl he had been sticking his dick into every evening, was say hello or shoot them a text that said how cute you looked. But no, you hadn’t heard from him all day, and you knew when his breaks were. 

You shoveled a handful of popcorn in your mouth, ready to drown it with a gulp of the Margarita you made when your door flew open. 

“Love, take your pants off-.” 

Ren stood in your entryway, making direct eye contact with your mouthful of popcorn. His face was completely devoid of emotion, slowly shutting the door, still not breaking eye contact, and setting his briefcase on the kitchen island. He shucked off his lab coat and draped over one of the barstools before he began to unbuckle his belt. “You know junk food isn’t healthy for you.” 

“Mphf.” 

“Chew your food.” 

You swallowed, blindly reaching for your drink and taking a long gulp while staring at his dark eyes. Ren’s left eyebrow raised as he watched you, yanking his belt out of his pant loops. He gripped it in his left hand as he stalked over to you, “It’s a little early to be drinking, isn’t it? You’re being very naughty tonight.” 

You glared at him, standing from the couch with your arms folded across your chest. “I don’t think I said you could come over tonight.” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Um,” you stopped when you were chest to chest with him, “Because it’s my apartment and I control who comes over.” 

“Oh, you do?” he smirked at you, “Then why am I standing here?” 

“Because you’re an asshole.” 

He snorted, quickly grabbing your jaw with his free hand and digging his forefinger and thumb into either side. “You are just begging to be punished, and here I thought you wanted me to come over. Like you have every night since I fucked your whore brains out for the first time.” 

“Stoppit,” you tried to spit back at him, your face beginning to ache from his strong grip. You brought your hands up, trying to claw his from your face but it was no use, he was too strong. So you settled for pouting, giving him your sad, puppy eyes. 

Ren hummed, bringing your face close to his own. Enough to rub his strong nose against yours as he spoke, “You’re so lucky that I like you.” 

Your eyebrows shot up, pulled together in confusion. Ren only laughed at you, placing a kiss to your own swollen lips before he pulled away, “Why are you surprised?” 

You yanked away from him, stumbling into the back of your couch, “You’ve never said anything like that before...” 

“God you're dumb,” Ren groaned, beginning to roll up his sleeves before he began to unbutton his pants like he originally did. “Would I have risked my career for you if I didn’t?” 

“Well,” you looked away, scuffing the floor with your slipper as you mumbled, “Why didn’t you say anything when I came in today...” 

His pants fell to the ground, stepping out of them while he laughed again, “What am I supposed to say, Hey sweetie, who's your friend?” 

“No,” you wiped your nose with your sleeve, ignoring Ren as he moved towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rocked his body into yours, humming in your ear as he kissed behind it, “I’m trying to not make it obvious that I fucked you at my office.” Ren slid his hands under your sweater, his cold hands causing you to hiss into his shoulder, “I know you want me to be publically affectionate with you, but it’s too soon after your surgery to do that. Not while I’m still treating you for your recovery.” 

You nodded, realizing that you technically were still his patient. You had a follow-up exam in 4 months with him and after that, you wouldn’t be an ‘active patient’ anymore. It made sense now that you thought about it, but you still didn’t like it. You sighed into him, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and squeezing them, so he knew you heard him. Ren kissed the side of your head, mumbling into your hair, “Now, can you take your pants off, please.” 

Five minutes later, Ren was fucking you from behind. You were on your hands and knees on top of your mattress, wailing as his cock tore into you. He thrust into you fast and hard, moaning above you as he scratched down your bareback. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well.” 

“Fuck-Kylo-don’t stop I’m gonna cum!” 

Ren grabbed your right thigh, swiftly rolling you onto your back and popping his cock out of you. He placed a heavy palm on your lower belly and shoved two fingers inside your cunt. Twisting and fucking your slick out of you as you writhed, his fingers were just long enough to hit your g-spot, but not enough to make you cum. You wiggled around, begging for him to let you cum, but he just shook his head. Long hair covering up his face while he watched your cunt swallow his fingers. Ren spat on your clit, bringing his thumb down to press on it. Mouth popping open in awe as you screamed, “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” 

Just as you were on the cusp once again, he yanked his hand out of you. Thumb leaving your clit, pulling your bottom up to perch on the tops of his thighs. Bringing your cunt high in the air, and your asshole level with his cock. He watched your face turn red with fury, waiting until you opened your mouth to yell at him before he shoved his slick fingers into your asshole. 

“Oh my god,” you wailed, eyes rolling back into your head as he started a brutal pace of working your rim open. 

“Such a slut,” he chastised you, fucking his fingers faster into your asshole, “Listen to you, you’re just letting me fuck this hole open. Do you want my cock in here?” 

You nodded silently, mouth opening and closing as you cried. 

“Where do you want it?” 

“My-my ass,” you cried. Wiggling your hips working his fingers inside you more and more. He stalled, keeping his two digits fully inside you as he watched your breathing calm down. “Reach into your drawer, and grab that silly toy you have.” 

“Wh-what toy?” 

“Don’t be coy whore,” he hissed, “Grab that sorry excuse for a cock out of there and stick it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.” 

You reached over to the drawer, whining as you moved. His fingers wouldn’t budge inside you, he even started to lean over you as he watched you scramble for it. You practically cried when you produced it, looking at him and waiting for his praise. “Well?” he asked.

“I got it,” you rasped, your voice breaking from your screams. He tore it from your hand, his open dwarfing it from his size. Bringing the silicone to your lips as he commanded you to open wide. You quickly popped open, moaning as he shoved the length of it down your throat, clasping his palm over the base so you couldn’t cough it out. Ren started fucking you again with his fingers, watching in awe as you sucked the cock as he commanded. 

You rolled your tongue around it the best you could, gagging on the length that tickled the back of your throat. You shut your eyes in bliss, loving the feeling of him stretching you out until he pulled his fingers from you. Swiftly replacing it with his cock head and ramming into you with little remorse. 

“Uh-yes-Fuck, squeeze my cock,” he moaned, pushing in all the way inside you. Rens eyes briefly flashed to your own, watching your face contorted from pain to pleasure as he thrust in and out of you. Your ass slowly becoming numb to his movements, pleasure pouring out of your neglected cunt, dripping down to the base of his cock each time he pulled out. Ren fucked you for a few more minutes like this, keeping his hand over your mouth to force you to choke on the silicone. While he tore you apart on his fat cock. 

Ren stopped fully inside you, panting over you, “Is that nice and wet, love?” 

You nodded behind his hand, letting out a muffled yes. He popped it out of your mouth, leaning back to inspect the spit that was collected on it. A dark smile graced his perfect lips as he brought it down to your cunt, his only warning a soft command, “If it starts to hurt, say red.” 

Ren shoved the length of the cock inside your cunt, smiling as you screamed out in pleasure. Heaving as he started to fuck you again in the ass, using one hand to keep the base of the other cock inside your cunt to the brim. You were drunk on the feeling of his cock pushing against the dildo, feeling your walls stretch and constrict each time he thrust inside you. Ren was moaning as much as you were, babbling about how good you were, ‘a good whore, taking two cocks for him, letting him fuck you however he wanted.’ 

You nodded in pleasure, cunt weeping around the dildo as he tore your ass open. Ren growled at you, “Fuck your cunt, show me how you like to be fucked.” 

You wasted no time grabbing the base from him, letting his hands pry your legs open further so he could better fuck you. Ren growled at you when you took it completely out watching you shove it back inside yourself, attempting to match his pace. Both of you were moaning and crying out, your cunt was squelching out wetness each time you pushed back inside. You brought a hand down to your hole, scooping some out with your first and second finger. Bringing the wetness to your clit, instantly crying out when you touched it. 

“Fuck, you just squeezed me so fucking hard, are you gonna cum?” Ren pleaded, his forehead slicked with sweat. His chest was red and splotchy, muscles overexerting their strength as he held back his release. You nodded at him, moaning out yes yes yes.

“Cum with me baby, cum while I fill your dirty ass up.” 

Both of you cried out, loud enough for you to hear your neighbor pound on your shared wall. You mumbled out a drunken ‘sorry’ as you felt Ren cum inside you. Softly pulling the silicone out of your abused cunt, followed by Ren wincing as he pulled his cock out of you. Softly petting the backs of your thighs as he cooed at you, “God you’re so beautiful, so made for me.” 

He leaned over your body, placing a kiss on your lips. Lingering for a few moments as you both sighed in relief. Ren rolled onto his back, letting you both have a moment to catch your breath, his right hand finding its way into your knotted hair. Trying to detangle the pieces he had ruined, you pulled your head away. Whining as you sat up, turning to look at his blissed-out face, “Want me to go heat up some leftovers?” 

“Please,” he croaked. 

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WAIT IM NOT DONE YET! I HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS PART IS SFW. 

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You slipped on your bathrobe, waddling to the kitchen while you tied your hair back into a decent bun. You cleared the island off, placing his briefcase and his keys next to the front door, he's notorious for forgetting them when he leaves in the mornings. You popped the leftovers in the microwave, taking a sip from your room temperature margarita while you waited. 

KNOCK KNOCK 

“Ugh, probably the neighbor,” you grumbled. Pulling your robe tight over your naked body, glancing through the doorway to your room to see if Ren was somewhat clothed, or hidden from public viewing. You whipped the door open ready to apologize profusely when you were pushed aside. 

“Hey, girl!” Rose yipped, slightly limping on her freshly uncasted knee. She was followed by your friends Bazine and Finn who had very large wine bottles in their clutches. “You weren’t answering your phone, and you were so bummed out after my doctors' appointment today so I thought you could use some company!” 

“Yeah, we even brought you your favorite bottle!” Finn squealed. Quickly grabbing the bottle opener from your kitchen and uncorking the Red Blend. Bazine gave you a smile, “And I got out of my family dinner, my dad’s pissed because my uncle bailed too but I wanted to see you!” 

“Uh,” you choked, “It’s not really a good time, I was just-uh-hopping in the shower!” 

“Its okay, we've all seen you naked before,” Rose rolled her eyes, propping her leg up on an empty seat as she took a drink. 

“And it’s not like you’re doing anything-,” 

“Love, have you seen my pants? My pager went off and I can't find my-” Ren came out of the bedroom, only dressed in his boxers and socks. Freezing as all eyes turned to him. He slowly covered his nether region with one arm, eyes flashing over to you for help. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off. 

“Doctor Ren?” 

“Uncle Kylo?” 

You quickly spun to look at Rose and Bazine, Rose was staring at him with a huge smile while Bazine was completely mortified. Ren quickly shuffled towards the couch, grabbing his pants and running into the bedroom. The door slamming shut, behind it you heard Ren swearing in a fit of rage. Both heads swiveled to you, the microwave beeping the only sound in the room. You gave them a weak smile, darting to the bedroom right behind him. 

Inside Ren was furious, angrily throwing his pants on. He wrestled with his undershirt while you scrambled for his dress shirt, batting his hand away from the buttons since he was too mad to do them himself. “Why the fuck are they here!?” he hissed. 

“I don't know! I haven’t checked my phone all night!” 

“Jesus,” he groaned, “Why is my niece here? Drinking? She is not 21 yet, why is she even your friend?” 

“Okay,” you scoffed, “I didn’t know Baz was your niece, second you do not get to blame me for my friends coming over when you do it unannounced all the time!” Ren wiggled out of your grasp, moving to the side of your bed that had his shoes while he continued to angrily dress. “Well, I got called back to work so you have fun with your little friends. Gossiping about how you’re fucking your friend's uncle AND your doctor. Fuck my brothers going to kill me.” 

He burst out of the bedroom, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he moved towards the front door. Yanking the lab coat from behind Bazine, before he shot a glance at Rose, “I see you aren’t wearing the brace I gave you Miss Tico.” 

Rose giggled, opening her mouth for a retort but Ren grabbed his briefcase and slammed the front door before she could utter a word. You walked to the kitchen, reaching for four wine glasses before facing the crowd. Silently grabbing the bottle from Finn’s hand and pouring yourself a healthy glass. Finn cleared his throat, “So, wanna talk about what just happened?” 

You leaned on the counter, rubbing your face with your hands before peaking through your fingers, “It’s nothing.” 

“You should’ve told us you were sleeping with him!” Rose squealed, her enthusiasm far too high for your liking. Bazine poured herself a glass before she spoke, “You know he has a kid right?” 

“I did not know that,” you mumbled into your palm, “It doesn’t matter he won’t be coming back.” 

Your front door flew open once more, proving you wrong on the spot, as Ren stormed back in. Snatching his keys from the counter before he spoke, “Baz I won’t tell Ben that you’re drinking if you keep your mouth shut about this, deal?” 

She nodded her head quickly, muttering in reply, “Thank you, Uncle Ky.” 

He turned to you, chewing the inside of his chew as he approached. Ren sighed when he stepped next to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple while he mumbled, “I’m sorry for being rude, Love. I’ll come get you in the morning for breakfast.” With that, he ran out again, the door shutting for the final time tonight. You grabbed your wine glass and began to drink again, downing about half before you spoke. 

“So he has a kid?”

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HAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY BUT I AM CACKLING AT MYSELF. ALSO BAZINE IS 20 IN THIS, WE AGAIN ARE 22 LIKE IN THE FIRST HIPAA VIOLATIONS. YOU'RE WELCOME. 

@finn-ray-nal-beads @historyandfandoms50

[pecadosarepiling]

Sooooooo (this time just Maul x fem!reader x feral) 18+ only

—Maul gives a good suggestion

-WARNING : p in v - oral male receiving

As I’ve mentioned Maul is more of the rough one with Reader, grabbing, tugging, putting wrists together... 

so all they get is his ridged cock slamming inside.

Feral watching and waiting for a turn.

Maul makes a suggestion, “use their mouth...”

Feral assumes Maul meant a kiss, crouching down to give you a sweet little kiss...as cute as it was...

“Ah you have much to learn, or maybe a bit shy...” Maul chuckles, “tell him my Star. Tell him what he can do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

As Maul thrusts inside you your wrists held down, you struggle to speak. Maul sighs, “okay I’ll slow a little..” Long thrusts that are slow and cause your hips to roll. You whine.

“Tell him.”

You look at Feral whose straining in his pants, “I can suck your cock. It hurts doesn’t it? Waiting to fuck my pussy?” You lick your lips, “ put that cock in my mouth, let me take a little pain away. I’ll be carfeful.”

Feral is hesitant, but your lips...they are so soft to kiss...on his cock? With that pink tongue tasting him? Your pretty mouth...

You watch him all the while, he almost comes the moment you take him in your mouth. Maker it feel incredible and oh look at him desperate to not come just yet.

Maul strokes your hair, “Your pretty mouth claims another...it’s fine if you come brother, she’s a greedy little thing. She’ll take all you give.” You moan at the praise and Feral can’t take it. The golden Zabrak screams as he climaxes.

You keep sucking him as he comes, oh he’s so new at this. Spilling into your mouth and trying hard not to fuck your mouth. Even when it’s done He’s still hard in your mouth, you pull back and makes sure to show him you’ve swallowed it all. Feral trembles at the sight, “Can I go again?”

You groan as Maul is still taking you from behind, your knees shake but Feral asked so nicely. And you knew Maul was taking his time...as always...

You lick your lips, “Come here then...let me take care of you. “ you place a hand on his hip. “But don’t thrust too hard. You have to be a bit gentle with me too.”

Feral nods and whimpers as you again take him in. Inch by inch and the first ridge is in. He’s shaking and hands find their way to your hair. “Honey your mouth..oh your mouth...”

You suck and caress his cock, and hold his hip as he thrusts just a bit. You groan as you take more and more.

“A pretty mouth to kiss...” Feral moans, “pretty to fuck...”more thrusting from both ends.

You know it’s coming close Maul’s getting faster growling as he hits you deep.

“Oh my Star your gripping me so tightly. Is being fucked like this your favorite?” Maul questions.

You grip the sheets and keep sucking Feral off , oh he’s trying to thrust harder, oh he can’t get enough.

You moan and groan. Two lovers...two lovers at once...oh you love it!

Maul is close and Feral oh Feral is groaning and trying to fuck your mouth. You suck and moan and...

Maul pulls out to release over your back and Feral screams as he cums in your pretty mouth again...

You scream as well pushed over the edge and now covered in cum.

You give Feral’s cock on last kiss and groan as Maul cleans you up. Your moved back onto the bed and open your legs, we aren’t done yet

You watch as Maul takes a seat beside the bed and beckons Feral forward, “ Your turn, brother...she wants you inside her again.

Feral climbs onto the bed and tears away the rest of his clothes... “ my turn.”

You smile, “Your turn....”

[infernwetrust]

A Little Attention Please [Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x Fem Reader] Pt 1.

Summary: Jim grows tired of Michael working on the holidays and in attempt to get his attention says some pretty truthful, but hurtful words, to which the both of you will now have to suffer. 

Warnings: pre-smut, angst, swearing, mentions of drug use, a little bit o-violence, arguing

WC: 2.5k

A/N: I’m really getting into the Michael x Jim x Y/N universe and I like it. The next thing I put out will be for Hands On, which can be found here. In the light of the upcoming New Year, here ya go! Thank you for reading! 2 part series. -Juno

They were going at it again. You could hear them. Michael and Jim, arguing. And while this wasn't the first of the many arguments between just the two, this one was serious. This one intensified as the constant shouting and the occasional shuffle of noises, which you knew were things either flying around or breaking, only continued to get louder. Jim was beyond fed up with Michael working all the time, but today hit home for the boy. It was New Years Eve. They were suppose to be getting drunk and high together, like Michael promised. They were suppose to be cooking together, all of them, like Michael promised. And if anything pissed Jim off the most, it was just the fact that they were suppose to be spending time together, but they aren't.

Once again, Michael got wrapped up in his cooperative work. He sits at his desk for most of the day, coming out office every now and then to make sure Jim and Y/N were still okay or to grab another Monster and a snack. He reads and replied to a slew of emails and texts from his Mac. He'd have a couple phone calls and a couple FaceTimes with what he called "the esteemed members of the cooperative". This one phone call in particular set Jim off and for a moment you blocked out the intensifying argument coming from Michael's office to replay the events leading up to this in your head.

***

You and Jim sat around the island counter, your hand lovingly rubbing over his thigh as the two of you stared up at the kitchen TV, watching whatever was on, sharing a bowl of popcorn. In the other room you could hear Michael, yet again, taking another phone call, when he was suppose to be out here with you and Jim.

"I mean what else is there to do before midnight?" you heard Michael ask whoever he was speaking to on the phone. "Just work, work, work, and work, you know that."

You could tell that Jim was getting aggravated as his leg now began to bounce against your hand as he tried to remain focused on the show playing in front of him. In an effort to help, you slowly glided your hand across the bulge that formed between his legs a few minutes ago, around the time you started rubbing his thigh. That was a huge turn on Jim had that you recently discovered. Anything dealing with his thighs, Jim was hard as a rock. Rubbing, biting, scratching, kissing, licking, you name it.

"Oh. Jim and Y/N are in the kitchen. I hear them in there watching Big Bang Theory." Michael said as he continued his conversation. "Ahhhh. They'll be fine for a few more hours. They know how important my work is. Doesn't matter as long as I'm in there before midnight, right?" Upon hearing those words, Jim slammed his hands down on the table, getting up, eyes red from his own intoxication with marijuana.

"Jim please don't." you whispered, grabbing his hand.

"Please don't?" he whispered back, raising his eyebrows at you. "Please don't?! I'm so sick of this Y/N."

"I know, baby." you said, standing up to face him, holding onto his hand. "But you also know Michael's role and what he has to do."

"I don't give a fuck about Michael's role right now. We gave him Christmas. We gave him Thanksgiving. We gave him his favorite, fucking Halloween and the one time we ask him to please be fully present on a holiday, what is he doing?" You fell silent, knowing that Jim was right. "Answer me, Y/N. What is he doing?"

"Talking it up with his cooperative 'bitches'." you replied. That's what Jim liked to call them and Michael often found it amusing, not knowing Jim's angry connotation behind it.

"Exactly." Jim said. "So let me go."

Michael walked in the kitchen, still on the phone, and glanced between the two of you, giving both of you a wink before grabbing a water from the fridge and making his way back to his office, causing Jim to snatch his hand from you, trailing shortly behind.

"No holidays off. Ever. Not even birthdays." Michael said. "I know I can't even rem-,"

Michael's conversation was cut short by Jim, who grabbed his phone from his ear and chucked it against the wall with all his strength, watching as it shattered to pieces. Michael quickly turned around, eyes black as the night sky before quickly realizing it was Jim who appeared in front of him.

"Jim..." he spoke, his voice soft, but also laced with a little bit of anger. You decided that you wouldn't follow Jim into Michael's office because when things got bad between the both of them, it got real bad. "Do you want to explain to me why you just did that? I was in the middle of an important call."

"Why does it matter Mr. Big Shot Anti-Christ?" Jim spat. "You work so fucking much that you have all the money in the world to by a new one right? People at your disposal 24/7 and on call for you, right, Mr. Langdon?"

"Jim what are you getting at?"

"And what do Y/N and I get again on another holiday, nothing." Michael sighed, sitting on the edge of his desk and folding his arms across his chest. He assumed that this was just another one of Jim's little outbursts, so he was going to let him finish. "A couple of kisses and a quick fuck, isn't doing it for me anymore Michael." Jim paused, turning around to look at Michael's giant flat screen that occupied the wall directly in front of his desk. What appeared on it, made Jim's blood boil even more. More often than not, on days that he was especially busy and especially missing his babies, he kept a slide show on of pictures and random videos of the 3. This slide show just happened to be his private album of the 3. Pictures ranged from his nudes, Jim's nudes, your nudes, to the pictures he took during the many sexual adventures the three of you would go on.

"Oh so this is how you get your rocks off instead of spending time with us, huh?" Jim asked, glaring at Michael. "Because why have the real thing when I can just stare at the pictures all day?" Michael chuckled, running his hands through his long blonde hair, his eyes never leaving Jim's. "I'm glad you think this is fucking funny." And without warning, Jim grabbed Michael's PlayStation controller and threw it at the TV.

"Jim what the fuck is the issue?!" Michael asked, starting to get angry. "Breaking things isn't going to solve anything!"

"You Michael. You are the fucking issue! The cooperative is the fucking issue!"

"Jim Jam you know I have to work! I'm not just some regular fucking CEO. Im the-,"

"Fucking anti-Christ. Yeah, tell me something I don't fucking know. So far that's all you've been rather than a lover to me and Y/N. One holiday. That's all we both asked of you and where are you Michael? In here. Again! It's fucking 8PM and we haven't even started cooking because we've been waiting on your ass all day!"

"I don't know how many times I have to explain to you how important it is that I have all these files together and quickly."

"And that's what you have a second in command for. Tell them to fucking handle it! You don't have to over see everything 24/7, Michael! We exist too. We want your attention too. We worship the ground you walk on too, but you know what they don't do?!"

"Jim, don't start-,"

"They don't love you like we do Michael. They follow your fucking DEAD BEAT father, Michael. Not you! Last time I heard, it was Hail Satan not Hail Satan's son."

"I suggest you watch your mouth, Jim Mason."

"Or what?" Jim asked, stepping closer to Michael. "You do all this work to impress your daddy, but where is he? I'm gonna recreate the world in my father's image, but where has father been throughout all of this?"

"He's doing his best!"

"His best? Oh fuck me, Michael. His best?! He left you in the middle of the woods to DIE at one point Michael! He ignores you on days ends, only giving you maybe an answer when he sees fit. And your cooperative bitches? Satan probably doesn't answer them either so of course they're following in your fucking foot steps. Who's the next best person when we can't reach the devil himself? His son."

"Stop." Michael said, sternly, jaw clenched.

"Yet here Y/N and I are, loving you for more than the fact that you're just the anti-Christ and we find ourselves constantly at the bottom because everything is sooooooo important. Fuck you, Michael. I love you, but fuck you. And if it came down to it, since no one really wants to put it in your head, your father would have no problem watching you die."

"I'll snap your neck." Michael said, grabbing Jim by his throat and giving it a squeeze.

"Did you ever really stop to think about it?" Jim questioned. "He's selfish, Michael. There can only be one Satan and if it means watching you suffer and struggle to find answers, then of course he's going to turn a blind eye to his precious boy. And his precious boy, so eager for every one in the world, not just his significant others, to suck him off, is willing to work himself to death for an answer he'll never be able to find." Jim was pushing all the right buttons and he knew it. If he couldn't pull Michael out of his work nicely, dark Jim was going to do it.

***

"Cooperative this! Cooperative that!" Jim yelled, storming out of Michael's office with Michael's MacBook in his hand, causing you to get immediately snap your head up.

"Jim, I swear, if you fucking-," Michael said, trailing behind him.

"You'll what, Michael?!" Jim questioned, abruptly stopping to turn around and face him. "You'll snap my neck? Set me ablaze? Do it then. At least that's some form of attention." And again without warning, Jim smashed Michael's computer, screen open, face down, on the coffee table, right in front of you, causing you to flinch and yelp.

"Jim!" you shouted, but Michael stood perfectly  still. And you remembered, vividly, what happened the last time Michael stood perfectly still. You quickly hopped up to your feet, grabbing Jim by his arm and yanking him towards the back door. "Come on, Jim."

"I'm not running from him." Jim said, stiffening his body so you couldn't pull him away any further.

"No, Jim, seriously. We need to step outside. I know he's not saying it, but I've seen this before and we need to give him some space. Now."

"I think he's had enough space from us."

"Jim can you put your anger to the side for one minute and just listen. I know you're upset and you have every right to be, but please, let's just go outside and give Mike some space."

"Whatever." Jim sighed, softening up and letting you pull him away, but before you could even get the door open, Michael used his powers to lock all of them, cocking his head to the side.

"Shit..." you mumbled to yourself. Why did Jim have to be so angry? Why did Jim have to get himself riled up and then go get Michael riled up? How did you always end up in the middle of it?

"Attention." Michael spoke, shifting his stance. "That's what you wanted right? Some attention?" He looked at the both of you, annoyed that he wasn't answered right away. He glared at Jim. "Answer me!"

Both you and Jim still remained silent, knowing that if you gave Michael the wrong answer, he'd snap. But what you both failed to remember is that Michael above all, hates not being answered at all. With the snap of his fingers, both you and Jim were tied up to a dining chair, stripped of most of your clothing.

"Okay my little brats. Since no one wants to give me answer." Jim went to move his lips to say something, but Michael, with the use of his powers, kept him silent. Michael squatted down, taking his blade from his back pocket, gently rubbing it along Jim's skin causing Jim to shiver. Michael could see the fear in both of your eyes. He could smell it more than anything and boy did that give him a rush.

"What's wrong, Jim?" he asked, chuckling. "Satan's son got your tongue? Baby boy, if you wanted me to fuck you so bad, all you had to do was ask. I mean the answer would of been no, considering how terribly you've been behaving, but damn Jim, breaking my shit? Oof. That's an all new low for you. And now look, hmmm? I'm gonna have to break you, starting with that precious little mouth of yours. I could smell your horniness the moment I walked into the kitchen and hear the frustration as I listened to your thoughts."

"Oh and my lovely little Y/N." Michael continued, his sexy, sadistic gaze now falling onto you. "You thought you would get off free, didn't you? Mmmm, no baby, I could hear your thoughts too and feel your frustration. And I guess daddy is so sorry that he's been neglectful of his pups, but what daddy is not sorry for, is working to ensure that the correct people make it to this new world."

"Nonetheless, daddy is done working now, I suppose, since you know, his stuff was broken, so now he has no other choice, but to dish out some attention, yes?" Michael looked at his watch that now read 9:30PM. No, that's not the longest argument him and Jim ever had. In fact the longest argument was between the 3 of you, lasting 4 hours in total. "Wow and only 9:30? This is going to be so much fun." You and Jim shuffled around nervously, but aroused in your seats.

"You see. I'm going to spend the next 2 and a half hours and so on and so forth, ruining the both of you. And if you cum once, if you make a noise louder than the volume I set the TV, I'll be sure that the both of you regret it going into the New Year." Michael stood back up, his hard on, on full display for both you and Jim, turning on the dining room TV to whatever station they would be broadcasting the dropping of the ball tonight.

"We'll start with Y/N, since she's been somewhat decent tonight." Michael beamed.

And all for a little attention.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid

[365days365movies]

February 16, 2021: Carol (2015) (Part 1)

...Harold...

Yeah, I had to do this one. Partially because I knew about this film previously, as it was kind of a smash hit when it came out in theaters. It was about as big of a deal as Blue is the Warmest Color, which...we might get there. But, yeah, Carol was already on my radar when I decided to dip into LGBT cinema.

But also...you can thank my girlfriend again. There she is (as she’s choosing to represent herself through GIF form) below.

We love The Owl House. Anyway, I wasn’t aware of the meme until we were watching a movie, and she just screamed “HAROLD THEY’RE LESBIANS!” And after doing some research on that statement...that’s goddamn hilarious. And it all started with Carol, so the writing’s basically on the wall there.

Here’s what I know. This movie stars Cate Blanchett...OK, that’s it! Shall we find out more firsthand? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

In New York City, a man enters a bar and restaurant, where he sees an old acquaintance, Therese Belivet (Rooney Mara), who is having dinner with another woman, Carol Aird (Cate Blanchett). And, uh, lemme just say, we’re jumping off RIGHT away, and my girlfriend immediately starts screaming “HAROLD” at the screen.

Anyway, Jake invites her to a party with mutual friends, and Carol and Therese end their dinner date early. As Therese looks out of the window of a car on the way to the party, she thinks backwards through time, and takes us with her. FLASHBACK

Therese wakes up one morning around Christmastime, only to see her boyfriend, Richard Semco (Jake Lacy), ready to take her to work on a bicycle though Central Park. They talk about going to Paris on vacation, an idea about which Therese seems nonchalant. Therese works at Frankenberg’s, a department store that doesn’t exist. As is typical of the season in NYC, shoppers and their children flood the place. We went there on Christmas of 2019, and I grew up in the area. Trust me when I say Christmas in NYC is FUCKIN’ NUTS.

Therese works at the toy counter, and that’s when Carol arrives to get a doll for her daughter. Unfortunately, they’re out of the doll she’s looking for, so Therese offers a model train set to her instead, and the two hit it off basically immediately. And when I say hit it off, they HIT IT OFF. Like...the chemistry is IMMEDIATE. Maybe that’s Cate Blanchett’s pure charisma, but I’m just saying...they have the fastest chemistry establishment that I’ve seen yet.

But oh no! Carol’s forgotten her gloves! However, it doesn’t seem like much results from that, as the work day is soon over, and Therese and Richard go to a movie and a beer with friends Phil (Nik Pajic) and Danny McElroy (John Magaro). That night, having returned home, Therese looks at Carol’s gloves. Using information obtained during the department store visit, she mails the gloves to Carol, at her gorgeous mansion.

Carol is combing her daughter’s hair, as her husband Harge Aird (Kyle Chandler) arrives home with the mail. Things seem somewhat amiss, as Carol seems extremely unhappy. She later calls her at the department store to thank her for the gloves, and offers to buy her lunch that afternoon. She agrees, and the two head to a nice restaurant.

Over the course of the meal, it’s revealed that Carol and Harge are going through a divorce (yeah, that tracks), and Therese’s conflicted on how she feels about her relationship with Richard. Carol invites her to come over at some point, and she agrees.

Later on, while in traffic in the car of a friend, Abby Gerhard (Sarah Paulson), she seems to acknowledge potential attraction between her and Therese, although it’s not exactly set in stone. She heads to a party that evening. Meanwhile, she visits her friend Danny, an aspiring writer, who inquires about her hobby of photography, and then...kisses her...even though she’s dating a friend. Fuckin’ OH BOY, DANNY.

Harge takes Carol home, and he’s 100% still in love with her, and she’s just not feeling it. This may be related to the fact that she and Abby were also once a couple. Yeah. Harge is aware of this, and they were DEFINITELY a romantic couple in the past, which means...yeah, Carol’s a straight-up lesbian, it would seem. Harge says it “shouldn’t be like this,” and it’s not clear whether that refers to Carol’s attraction to women, or the divorce in general. It is the 1950′s, after all.

OH WAIT. Forgot to mention that, didn’t I? This film takes place in the 1950s, I think? Hasn’t been made super clear as of yet, but the aesthetic is certainly the 1950s, without much doubt. The next day, Carol goes to pick Therese up, and meets Richard. Richard tells Therese he loves her as they depart. Therese doesn’t return the sentiment. FUCKIN’ OOF.

As the two drive through Lincoln Tunnel together, their dialogue is quieted, and we get some interesting close-up shots of their eyes, lips, faces. And it’s definitely meant to suggest something more physical, something without words. In other words...Harold’s wife is starting to get the idea. Harold’s not quite there yet, though.

Carol and Therese go to Carol’s home in New Jersey, where she meets her and 4-year old Harge’s daughter, Rindy, who Carol obviously loves VERY much. That night, Therese plays the piano, and also shares her passion for photography with Carol. Carol shows interest in her hobby, when Harge suddenly shows up to take Lindy unexpectedly for Christmas with his family, away from her.

The argument that this results in quickly envelops Therese, as Harge confronts Carol about her presence there. The ending result, though, is that Carol is forced to let Rindy leave early with Harge. And yeah, it’s sad for her. Harge, on the other hand, is being an absolute dick. The two have a verbal and PHYSICAL argument outside, which Therese partially overhears.

As an apology for bringing Therese into this marital struggle, Carol gives her a ride to the train station, so she can make her way home that night. On the train, Therese cries. Is this because of Harge, because of Carol, because of a struggle with her own feelings? I’m honestly not sure. And it’s a good question.

Carol seems to believe that it’s because of her, though, as she turned her away somewhat abruptly. However, she quickly tries to make up for it by calling and apologizing. Therese says that she has questions for her, and Carol is more than willing to answer them. The next day, Carol goes down to her divorce attorney’s office, only to discover that Harge is trying to take away ALL of Carol’s custody.

And the reason for it? You guessed it! Carol’s a lesbian! Sooooooo, FUCK HARGE!!! With this otion, Carol won’t be able to see Rindy for several months, which hurts her greatly. Again, fuck Harge, he’s a dick who’s taking away Carol’s joy and time with her daughter solely because Carol isn’t attracted to him. GODDAMN, that absolutely sucks.

Meanwhile, Therese’s struggling with her own feelings, some of which may be for Carol, and actually STRIGHT-UP asks Richard his opinions on the origins of homosexuality. He believes that it can’t just happen like heterosexual love, which...I mean, 1950s, what can I tell ya, it wasn’t great. He point-blank asks her if she’s in love with a girl, and she says no, and leaves him in the street in a huff. And real talk, I feel bad...for Richard. Therese, too, but dude is genuinely in head-over-heels with Therese, and is just NOT getting the hint.

Carol and Abby go to have lunch, where Carol breaks the news. They share tenderness, as they have in the past, and Abby’s pretty clearly out of the closet, as much as one can be in the 1950s. Also, quick aside to note that Sarah Paulson rules...and moving on.

Carol then visits Therese, and gives her new camera equipment as a kind gesture. Carol shares with her the news of the struggle with her husband, and says that she’s going on a trip, to get away for a while. She invites Therese to come with her, quite spontaneously, and Therese equally spontaneously says yes! Fuckin OOOOOOOF to Richard, goddamn.

Also, exactly the halfway point! See you in Part 2!

[chappedandfadedvds]

Nov 1st, Sunday 18:35

„We should definitely meet up tuesday. Maybe Sander can take some shots of us for youtube.“ Robbe suggested exited, halfway into his coat as they stood gathered in the tiny hallway at the entrance ready to leave. His mother would be back at 8:30 and Jens needed to still clean up the mess they left. Dirty plates and cups and glasses strewn around the living room, they all had spent the whole afternoon in.

„Can I come too?“ 

„If you can convince mom or me to ditch piano class...“ Jens reminded his little sister, who currently stood next to Sander and Milan waiting on Robbe to be done. She looked at him through big eyes. Must have forgotten about it then, he figured, even though it was a weekly thing.

Jens opened the door, Sander and Robbe hugging his little sister tightly, promising to be back soon again. She laughed at something Sander whispered into her ear, making Jens very suspicious as to what this was about, but then he went on to take Robbe’s hand stepping outside.

„Eh, is Lucas not coming as well, he probably needs to get the bus too, right?“ Milan asked throwing a searching look over Jens, to see if he could spot the dutch boy still inside.

„He is getting his jeans, I think.“ Jens said unsure, as Lucas seemed to take his damn time at it. Milan in response only nodded unquestioning the odd reason provided, before he continued: „Well, we’ll go then. The bus should leave in six minutes and Zoë is waiting with dinner. I hope that’s cool with Lucas? Tell him sorry, okay?“

„Will do.“ Jens promised with a wave to send them off as they crossed the little front yard and vanished out of sight down the street. Turning around he found his sister running off towards the stairs, where Lucas came down to join her at it’s foot.

„You just missed them, if you run you can probably catch up.“ She explained pointing towards the door. Lucas instead smiled at her shaking his head.

„I’ll take the next one in 20 minutes. I really don’t want to run.“ He explained, glancing over to Jens as if he wanted to communicate more to him, than what he had said out loud. Jens didn’t get it really though. Was he missing something important?

The six of them had had a long breakfast and afterwards all of them had moved towards the sofa. Jens and Lucas taking the floor instead, sitting close together. Close enough that they could exchange the occasional touch of knees, or shoulders, or hands, or anything really. Ít didn’t quite matter in the end. They all joked and talked and watched cartoons, some skating videos on youtube thrown into the mix. Lotte and Sander had started drawing at one point, after him and Robbe had cuddled for hours it seemed. Keeping it child friendly though. Lucky for them, because Jens would have killed them, if they hadn’t. Not that he did assume they would forget about Lotte being around, but then it was Sander and Robbe.

„I’m gonna take the drawings to my room.“ Lotte announced loudly storming off to collect said papers from the living room floor, before she hurried up the stairs. Lucas meanwhile had went over towards the kitchen, opening up the dish washer.

„And what are you doing?“ Jens asked raising his brows amused as he leaned against the kitchen table, on top of it all the carved pumpkins staring at him. They had done a great job yesterday Jens thought.

„Eh. I don’t think it’s fair to leave you on your own to clean up. I’m really good at it. See!“ 

„I can indeed see that.“ Jens snorted, as Lucas proceeded to slowly but deliberatly put one plate after the other on the dish rack, looking up at Jens each time he did so. 

„Alright, I guess you proved to be useful to have around. I concede and instead go and collect the stuff from the living room.“ Hands up to signal his defeat he walked backwards, watching Lucas grin at him.

There it was again, the feeling of wanting to kiss the boy in front of him, so before it could grow further, Jens turned away, to keep his word and get everything to the kitchen.

They definitely forgot about Lucas having to catch the bus, so instead of the next one, it was decided to take the one after. The dishwasher nonetheless had been filled and turned on, all pillows collected and taken back to were they had come from. Lucas even had helped Jens with the matrasses in his room.

 And thus they now found themselves standing akward in the hallway of the entrance. Lucas already dressed in shoes and jacket, looking at Jens nervously.

 They still had three minutes left.

„Uhm, thank you again for the invitation.“ Lucas said smilingly brushing through his hair with one hand. „Also wanted to let you know that I’ll be visiting my friends in Utrecht next weekend. I’m leaving on friday already. Somehow thought you should know that.“

Jens appreciated that greatly, if it wasn’t for the fact that it meant they couldn’t meet up next weekend. Not that they had anything planned or talked about. He just had assumed Lucas would be here for his upcoming birthday. This reminded him.

„Fuck, unlucky timing, I guess. I’m turning eighteen on friday. So I guess I won’t be able to invite you for the little gathering at the flatshare.“

Lucas whole happy face fell at Jens’s words, almost in disbelief.

„You serious?“

„Yup.“ Jens said, popping the ‘p’ as he scratched his neck and tried for a reassuring smile. „Honestly, it’s cool. With everything going on, it is just the broerrrs and the guys from the flatshare. Nothing fancy, so it is not like you are missing out on a big celebration.“

„Still, I hate that I can’t be there.“ Lucas seemed to want to say something else, but reconsidered instead, pulling out his phone to check the time.

„You should go or you’ll miss this bus as well.“ Jens broke the silence, taking a step forward to open the door for Lucas as he had done before for the others.

Lucas nodded not quite leaving yet. Rather he took hold of Jens’s hand again, like he had this morning, looking at him all earnest with his smile back on his lips.

„We’ll celebrate once I’m back. Promise. Just the two of us. If you’d want that of course.“ If they wouldn’t stand as close as they did, Jens may have not been able to understand the whispered words at him. And god was he glad he did, because it send a happieness through his body, he hadn’t feld in ages.

„I’d really like that.“

„Great. See you tomorrow, then.“ Lucas said, letting go of Jens to catch his bus in time. He definitely had to hurry by now, so Jens didn’t hold him back, even though he wanted too. He really, really wanted to. But his mother was already on her way back home from her friend’s place, so this was probably for the best. 

Only when he couldn’t see the boy jog down the street any longer did he close the door. It was then that he realised that they sort of had a date the week after his birthday. Or maybe not.

No, he was pretty sure they agreed on a date.

It took him five minutes from his realisation to him actually moving again to get dinner ready.

A date.

With Lucas.

He was fucked.

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Sooooooo... I completely forgot about fall break... oops. well sucks to be them not having off until christmas I guess. hahaha

and I don’t care if Jens birthday isn’t on friday, this is gonna happen 😅

i needed a short bit to send them off today it felt like, so I’ve written this an hour ago... 🙈 We gonna see them tomorrow in school, my story is already outlined completely since the start, and the next four days written, so that’s that

thank you all for reading this, I’m so happy people like this!

stay safe everyone

[itstheimpossibledream]

Buttons PT.2

Will probably make this a four part smut series.All characters belong to the supernatural franchise. Feedback is always welcome! Please do not post or use my fics without my written Permission.Thanks! The first part was posted last week!

Summary: You’ve hooked up with Sam before but now that Dean knows you’re trying to play it cool and figure out the next step. Light smut💗

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You settle into the back of the impala pulling your blazer over your chest wishing you could be invisible for just a moment. So Dean knew you fucked his brother in the bathroom of a morgue. Your classiest move? Definitely not. But how embarrassed could you be ? It was perfect . Not the first time with Sam that you had planned but, also not one you could ever forget. You shift on the leather of the seat and you hear a squish of your panties as you move. You make a mental note to ditch that thong the second you get to another bathroom. Sam makes small talk with Dean about the new particulars of the case and you are grateful for the distraction. Flipping through the pages, you try to decide who is the first employee you should interview. 

"Right (Y/N) ?" Dean says. You realize you had completely zoned out and snap your head up to see Dean looking into the rearview mirror." Busy back there?" he snorts.

"You know you have a lot of questions today Dean." you retort smiling smugly into the mirror. Sam shifts nervously in his seat and while you're grateful that he invited you, you're nervous that having had him like that has made your  relationship incredibly awkward. Would he want to do it again ? It seemed like he would but no words passed between you after. how was this going to work ? I mean realistically, you could never really be with him. You could not date a Winchester. Do Winchester's even date? Handsome and mannerable as they were, they were not the kind of people who could settle down and have a family, not that you were the kind of person who could have a family. The best you could even hope for, was being picked up as a third wheel for  hunting with the brothers. Sure, you may never be a wife or a bake sale mom but was that even what you wanted? Dean pulled into a parking spot behind a small diner and the brothers escorted you inside. Lunch was quiet, there was a tension there for sure. 

"So uhhh I think I'm going to try to talk to the first victim's husband again." you attempt to break the silence while nibbling on a fry.

" I'm so sure you are." Dean mumbles and you let it slide because he is allowed to be annoyed. The way you guys conducted yourselves was unprofessional and who knows the last time Dean got laid. You feel Sam tense next to you and you're grateful that he doesn't stoop to Dean's level. Pushing his salad around with his fork, you find you are way too nervous to look up , to look at him. 

" I just mean that I think I can get him to talk, you know?" you say shyly.

" It seems like you can get a lot of people to do  a lot of things they normally wouldn't huh ?" Dean snaps back coldly. Sam kicks him swiftly under the table but you notice it. Sam still hasn't looked up."I think it was the wrong place and a really wrong time. And I'm not going to pretend like no one knows what's going on when-" Sam leans in impatiently, finally breaking his gaze from his fork.

"Dean shut the fuck up." he quips. You see his adams apple bob as of he is about to say something else but, to both of your surprise, telling Dean to shut the fuck up actually worked. Dean shakes his head and throws his napkin down into his plate, grumbling something about needing to go outside. You both watch him leave and there is a heft to the silence once again. You finish your water,your straw making an awful noise as you suck around the ice at the bottom of the glass, painful silence. 

"So ummm, I guess we should go meet him outside ."

"Why?" Sam snorts clearly not half as sympathetic as you are for his own brother. 

" Because he's your brother.......Because he's right. Mainly because he drove." you laugh trying to diffuse whatever possible anger was there. Sam turns toward you in the small diner booth and says 

"He's mad because he's jealous. That's all......and it doesn't give him the right to act like a child." You don't know what to say which prompts another long silence. How in the hell could Dean be jealous ? Did he ever think of you like that?

"Sooooooo we are not going to the car then?" you ask for clarity 

"I think he needs a second to cool off. " Sam says.

"O. okay ..........So what should we do while we wait for that ?" Sam leans in close to you and plants a kiss right under your ear. 

"Well" he says " There is a bathroom. " he kisses your neck more and you feel your eyes flutter at the sensation. If Dean thought he hated us before he would really hate this. 

" We can not do that. Your brother will absolutely riot." you barely protest while he laps at your neck placing his hand on your knee. God that feels good. 

"Are you sure?" he breathes into your neck. You do not get the chance to answer before he says " Maybe we don't have to go anywhere." his hand slowly working it's way up from your knee. "Maybe we can have fun right here." he says, his hand disappearing under the skirt of your dress. You watch his arm work and you are too nervous to look around and see if anyone is looking. The booth was in the back of the restaurant and the diner was not busy but on principle you knew it was something to be embarrassed of. You have never been this kinky. You know he can feel that your panties are still wet from before and you know he loves the thought that all he is doing now is adding to that puddle in your seat. He lowers his voice and whispers into your ear " No one is looking at us. You don't have to pretend like you don't love it." You push your back into the booth bracing yourself for the waves that you know are about to come. His middle and index finger curl into you and you are grateful for the pressure of his palm on your clit. "See Dean doesn't understand I can have you whenever I want because I know how to turn you on." he lightly bites at your neck and you let a slight whimper escape. It was true.You were just fine being his fuck toy.His fingers foraging deeper into you "Do you think anyone else could make you this wet?" you meet his gaze not saying anything ,for fear that your voice may betray you. He smirks and continues , his long fingers stroking your walls as you calmly try to move your hips into him. "You feel amazing(Y/N) " he breathes into your ear. You hate him for doing this to you. For opening you up like this in public but, it is also one the most exhilarating sexual encounters you have ever had in your life. "Earlier, I wanted to fuck you so bad I couldn't wait to get you alone. That's why I tricked you into the bathroom. " you are choking back a scream of pleasure, you just want him to shut up and let you ride his hand. Being in public was bad enough but him dirty talking to you like this was a whole different level of torture. "I had to do it. You looked so hot in that dress.......I'm just sorry I rushed it." he smiles and you bite the inside of your cheek, sure you're going to explode any minute. "I couldn't wait." he laughs "But I never got to taste you." he says going back to your neck and kissing a spot that you are sure has to be a permanent mark now. Your eyes roll back and you think about just letting it out and cumming as loud as you want . 

The bill thuds to the table and you feel his arm stiffen but his fingers are still exploring inside you. He had a card right in the pocket of his jacket ,like he was ready for her to come over and you watch as he gingerly places it on the plastic tray for her to take it away.O he was good at this. She turns to leave and immediately his eyes are back on you " Do you like it when I play with your pussy?" he asks, testing you. He finger fucks you a little quicker now and you feel like your whole body could just float away and no one would notice. "I have to tell you." he whispers "Now that I know how tight that pretty little pussy is I plan to play with it a lot more." you lean against him looking up at the ceiling you close your eyes and ride the wave of that orgasm as silently as you could. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you, dips them in his mouth and then grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. You kiss him and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You hate to admit it but, you like it. It makes you feel like he belongs to you. The waitress returns with the receipt and he quickly scribbles a signature, throws down a cash tip and gets up from the table slinging his suit jacket over his shoulder. You move your hips adjusting your underwear and pull your dress back down to where it should be. 

"Ladies first" he motions for you to walk ahead of him. You switch your hips knowing he only suggested that so that he could look at your ass, and why not give him a show. You make it to the door of the diner and as he presses the glass to open you get hit with a cold rush of the outside air and wonder, what the fuck just happened ?

[howdoyousleep3]

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Got a good one for you. This one goes out to @sunflowersstan for gifting me with the request for Spring Break Baby Bucky: “I’m in grad school and I’m dreaming of spring break rn, so I can’t help but think about Daddy!Steve taking his sweet Bucky to a nice destination for his spring break (like The Hamptons or Cabo bc I’m assuming your Daddy!Steve is loaded lmao) and him spoiling bucky with lots of good food, good times, and good sex ☺️☺️☺️ “

I had sooooooo much fun with this and wanted to take it in like seventeen separate directions ugh. Also, I listened to “Candy” by Doja Cat as I wrote so hit that shit up for extra feels. 😎 This is the longest response I think I’ve ever written up. Enjoy!

If Steve thought it was hard to keep his eyes off of Bucky in their every-day life he had no idea how he was going to survive spending another 6 days looking at this Bucky. This Bucky was more carefree than Steve had ever seen him. This Bucky already had a dusting of freckles appearing on his shoulders and across the bridge of his nose just after two days that made Steve’s chest ache. This Bucky didn’t seem to have a care in the world and is giggling into his second fruity drink and has the smallest pair of pale-yellow trunks on that it makes Steve want to growl like an animal.

This Bucky leaves Steve breathless. This Bucky is looking up at Steve like he’s the one that put the very sun that’s pinking his skin up in the sky. This Bucky has the same crinkles around his eyes, same flirty half-lidded gaze, and when he stretches out underneath their private cabana Steve wants to eat him alive.

“You’re gettin’ a little pink there, sugar,” Steve husks out from his spot in his chair, placing the book he wasn’t paying a lick of attention to on the table to his right. Bucky’s lips pull up at a corner mischievously, knows that he isn’t pink at all, that he applied sunscreen about 45 minutes ago, that Daddy just wants to rub his big hands all over his lithe little body. He peers over his shoulder at the older man, batting his eyelashes in the exact way he knows punches Steve right in the dick, makes him swallow thickly.

“Daddy, you wanna get the places that I can’t reach?” Bucky asks sweetly and goddamn he would gift Bucky with Spring Break trips halfway across the world and an abundance of free fruity drinks all the time if it meant he could get the younger man to be this brazen all the time. The bottle of suntan lotion is in Steve’s hand before he can even process that he’s moving, crawling down to the large pillowed sunken room Bucky is sprawled out within, squeezing at his sensitive ankle, smacking him on the ass playfully. Bucky bites his lip as he giggles and Steve feels like he’s walked through the gates of heaven.

Bucky’s neck is one of the most sensitive parts of his body, Steve able to nip at the nape or breathe sweet words in the side of it and the brunette is putty in his hands. Naturally, that is the first place he reaches for after squirting some lotion into one hand, Bucky sitting up to sit back between Steve’s thighs, settling against the small wall behind him. As soon as Steve is rubbing and digging his palms into the younger’s neck and shoulders, he knows he’ll be fucking Bucky out here in their little cabana in front of whoever wanted to watch. His big hands smooth and lather Bucky’s skin in protective lotion, massaging and groping and touching more than necessary, but Steve can’t help it, doesn’t want to stop now that he’s started.

Steve’s breaking point are the little breathless noises Bucky is letting out, knowing they are half for show and half because he genuinely gets all whiny and helpless when Daddy rubs him down. Either way, Steve makes sure that sunscreen is rubbed into Bucky’s skin efficiently, takes him maybe 90 seconds, and then the older man is reaching around to press hot soft kisses underneath Bucky’s ear, hands squeezing at his shoulders. Bucky giggles a little breathlessly, tilts his neck back like an easy slut, leans back a little bit into Steve.

“Daddy…” Bucky moans prettily into another giggle and shit Steve can’t help but wind his arms around Bucky’s waist, pull him back fully into his lap, press more open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “You still wearin’ that little plug, honey?” Steve murmurs into Bucky’s ear and the younger man’s cheeks glow red, letting out a loud little whine, curls his fingers around one of Steve’s thick arms. He nods his head, gives Steve a simple, “Uh-huh,” that makes Steve go hot all over. At the mention of the plug Bucky subconsciously rolls his hips a little, grinds down into the pillow they’re sitting on, pushes back into Steve’s crotch.

“No wonder you’re bein’ such a slut today—you got your little hole stuffed and you’re wearin’ these tiny trunks? Got everyone lookin’ at you, don’t you, baby?” Steve feels Bucky’s neck go a little lax, watches as it falls back on Steve’s shoulder a bit. He doesn’t even need to be looking at the younger man to know that his eyes are a little glazed-over, unfocused, all Steve hearing is a whimper of a noise in response. He squeezes Bucky tight, presses a kiss to his temple, whispers, “But you like that don’t you, Buck? Like people lookin’ at you? Like people thinkin’ your pretty?”

“Steve, no I—”

“Ohh, sugar hush now,” Steve purrs, runs a hand down to squeeze and palm at Bucky’s obvious erection, smirking when he gasps out a shout of a noise. “I know you’re a little slut, my little slut, I know you like it. Don’t bother lyin’ to Daddy,” and oh the noise the younger man lets out is delicious, makes Steve groan and chuckle softly.

“Say it, Buck—tell me you’re my little slut.” Steve’s hand moves to curl around the front of Bucky’s throat, tightens his grip a tad, can’t help it when his own words hit him just as hard as they hit Bucky. He whines, high and feminine, and Steve just knows he wants these fingers in his mouth, knows his little tanned and tipsy angel would love to suck on something right about now. Steve thought Bucky would put up more of a fight, usually humiliated at Steve’s words, but when he moans out a gentle but strained, “M’Daddy’s little slut,” no stuttering or anything, Steve’s vision goes hazy for a few seconds.

The kisses he presses to Bucky’s cheek are sloppy, grip on his cock, grip on his throat, and he whispers the very thought that pops into his brain— “Gonna fuck you out here, sugar.” Bucky moans, loud and happy, whispers, “Daddy! No, we can’t, it’s—” but Steve rumbles, nips at his earlobe, rumbles, “Can do whatever I want to you out here, baby,” and all Bucky does is giggle, his mortified façade quickly dissipating. Steve can’t take it anymore, needs to feel those sweet as sin lips against is own, wants to taste the lingering sweetness of all those drinks on Bucky’s lips.

A purr of a noise pushes up and out of Steve’s throat when he uses the hand around Bucky’s throat to tilt his chin up and back, the younger man more than ready for Daddy’s kisses. There’s nothing sweet about them, far too much build-up and tension between the two of them, more tongue than anything, but goddamnit everything about it is perfect. The perfection is leveled up a notch when Bucky begins whimpering and turning in Steve’s arms, unabashed and beautiful and he reaches forward to suck on Daddy’s bottom lip. Steve doesn’t want to wait, can barely fucking stand it anymore, slips both of his hands down the back of Bucky’s ridiculously small shorts, grabs at his plush ass, squeezes.

“Ngh, Daddy!” Bucky squeals right into Steve’s mouth and it makes him growl, makes him knead at Bucky’s ass more, press against the base of the plug harshly, watches as those stormy eyes widen and roll a little bit. Steve knows his little sweet sun-kissed baby is carefree and basking in the spoilage of the trip, but the sheer confidence is not something he has grown used to, groans heartily and squeezes Bucky all over when he tells Steve, “Wanna suck on Daddy’s cock.”

He says it like a little whore, silky and sweet on Steve’s lips, and within two seconds the older man is pushing Bucky back a little roughly into the floor pillows, pulling his angry erection out of his own trunks, fisting it, and mumbling, “M’spoilin’ you, boy.” Bucky moans heartily in response, is the sweetest fucking thing in the world when he bites his lip as he crawls towards Steve, murmuring, “Thank you, Daddy…”

Steve is the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.

Bucky has the sweetest, yet filthiest mouth there ever was and ever will be. He’s got the pinkest poutiest lips that curl up at the corners mischievously and a shockingly long tongue that he knows how to use. At this point in their relationship he knows exactly how to work Steve over, knows the he loves when Bucky slurps and runs his tongue and lips over the head sloppily, know he loves to see Bucky kissing softly up the shaft as he holds his length close to his face. Bucky knows that Steve loves to have his balls slurped and lapped at, cock fisted at the same time, makes his toes curl.

“Goddamn, look at you livin’ your best life out here, baby. Suckin’ Daddy’s cock on the beach out here in the sun and sand, sippin’ on your fruity drinks, playin’ in the water. You havin’ a good time? You feelin’ good, sugar?”

Bucky has Steve’s entire cock in his mouth, deep in his throat, and he pulls off with one slow suck to mumble, “Havin’ the best time, Daddy,” right on the tip of his dick and Steve’s gut twists. He feels a little flustered, can’t decide what he wants, could never dream of telling Bucky to stop sucking him off, but he wants in that tight ass, wants to hear Bucky let out strangled noises of pleasure loud enough for others to hear.

He lets Bucky lay between his spread thighs a little longer, lets him moan and smirk and giggle around Daddy’s cock for a few more minutes, until Steve feel like he’s about to damn near burst, and runs a hand through unkempt wavy hair. He strokes at Bucky’s skull as he takes him deep, gags a little bit, bright eyes tearing up at him, and Steve groans, doesn’t even bother to keep quiet with his praise.

“Love this fuckin’ mouth, Buck, so good for Daddy, baby,” he coos before pushing at Bucky’s shoulders, pressing him backwards and off Steve’s cock. Steve has to grip the base of himself tight when Bucky actually makes a pained noise, pouts, over not being able to have any more of Daddy’s cock in his mouth. “M’still spoilin’ you, Buck, spoilin’ you all goddamn week. How do you want Daddy? Huh? Show me.” Bucky doesn’t even sit back to think or wait more than three seconds before he’s leaning back into a stack of wide pillows and pulling his shorts down and off his lithe thighs.

Steve’s mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Bucky has no idea that Steve spoiling Bucky spoils the older man in return. It’s a win-win situation.

Even though Bucky is brimming with flirtatious and confident behavior he is still that shy little thing and always will be, wanting so badly to spread his legs, but glances back at the open and fluttering curtains of their small cabana. Steve smirks, stands up deadass naked to the world and walks over the pull them closed. They’re sheer and will do very little to conceal them but that’s beside the point; whatever makes Bucky feel more comfortable.

When Steve turns his attention back around to Bucky, he can’t help but chuckle gluttonously at the sight of him spread out like a little sugar baby with his ass in the air, his face in the pillows, stretched out like a cat in the sun. “Ohh, sugar look at that. You feelin’ some type’a way? Wantin’ Daddy to fuck you on all fours?” Bucky turns his head to the side, arms under his chest, fingers close enough to his mouth to suck one between his lips as he nods his head slow like syrup. The plug between the younger man’s ass cheeks shines bright, a small blue jewel at the base gleaming in the sunlight, Bucky’s cock and balls, hard and pulled tight, dangling beautifully between his legs.

Steve goes to the floor, kneels behind the younger man, runs his big hands up the back of Bucky’s thighs, reaches for the plug. He likes to watch plugs leave Bucky’s body slowly, loves to watch them tug at his rim, stretch him at the widest point, loves the little sighs Bucky lets out at the feeing. When Steve pulls it free from his cunt he lets out a sigh of a groan, tosses it to the side, too preoccupied with the sight of Bucky’s little hole winking at him, silently begging to be filled, to be fucked.

Seeing it makes Steve hot all over, makes him bring a hand up to crack against his ass cheek, brings three fingers down brutally directly over his cunt, Bucky choking on a shriek of a noise before Steve is dripping spit down onto his hole from above. Bucky’s shocked noise morphs into a low moan at the feel of Steve’s saliva dripping down into his ass, his entire form wiggling softly as Daddy rubs at his cunt some, smearing his saliva. Having fucked this very morning, Bucky was still a little loose, a little wet, a little full.

“Gonna fuck you with just Daddy’s spit, baby. Think this little cunt can take it?” It’s both false and rhetorical; there is more than just Steve’s spit and he knows that no other cunt in the world can take Steve the way Bucky does. The younger man moans some more, Steve able to see how his eyes are already half-lidded and glazed over, which tends to happen when Bucky is fucked in this position. Steve doesn’t fight for a verbal response, spits into his hand a few times, rubs the liquid around the head and lines himself up.

Fucking Bucky always feels like coming home. It’s more than a feeling in his dick—it’s a feeling in his soul. Bucky grunts when Steve works his way in slowly passed the tip, spreading Bucky’s cheeks wide as he does so, coos and makes soft noises as he continues to power through. There isn’t a sweeter sight than watching himself fuck into Bucky. Steve hears a sob of, “Daddy, ohh,” and he has taken it like a champ in one go, Steve grinding his hips into the cushion of Bucky’s ass a few times before leaning down to press soothing kisses into his shoulder, up his neck.

“Babyyy, gotta fuck you, gotta fuck this tight little cunt hard, yeah?” Steve feels Bucky’s walls clench around him, a physical answer before a verbal one. “Please, Daddy yeah, come on,” is all Bucky gasps out and Steve is pulling out, a shallow movement, pushing in, acclimating them both to the feel. Bucky is so tight, especially given the position, and Steve soothingly runs a hand up and down the younger’s side, hip to shoulder, a few times.

“Jesus fuck, Bucky y’feel so fuckin’ good, ohh.” The grip Steve goes to give the back of Bucky’s neck feels natural, makes Bucky moan a little high and tight in the back of his throat. Acclimation time is over, Steve can’t stand it, pulls back all the way to give a more pointed and full thrust, demanding and gutting. “Yes, Daddy yes, oh fuck me, fuck me,” Bucky moans, body bouncing and voice pitching with each brutal thrust. The arch in Bucky’s back is beautiful and in turn makes Steve’s thrusts deep, allows Daddy to see himself fuck in and out of Bucky’s cunt perfectly. 

Steve can hear the waves of the ocean, can hear the distant sounds of people enjoying their beach day, is sure a few people can hear Bucky’s little grunts and mewls, and Steve knows damn well that it turns him on immensely when it probably shouldn’t. His thrusts are pointed and harsh, slaps of skin resounding even when there are no true walls to their space, and Steve feels a little feral. He loves it. 

On his next thrust he curls his body over Bucky’s, keeps up his devastating pace, which makes him sob in response, choke on his little noises. “Daddy, ohh god feels so good, fuck me so good,” Bucky cries and Steve knows that tone of voice, that breathless frantic pitch-- Bucky is going to come. “Oh, honey you’ve been on edge for so long haven’t you, sugar? You already feel like comin’? So easy...” 

Bucky shouts, whines some, tries to shake his head but it’s hard when Daddy’s fucking him so hard, moving his smaller body up the pillow with each thrust, whining, “Noo, no no, I’m not, not yet, Daddy!” Steve smirks, presses a kiss into the skin beneath his ear, moans deeply so Bucky can know that Daddy is close to, that he’s making him feel so good as well. 

“Honey, it’s okay you can’t help yourself. Been wearin’ that plug all day, oh shit, been floucnin’ around this beach, feelin’ yourself. You come now and I’ll make you come again whenever you want it, baby I swear. Whatever you want.” 

Bucky is a whimpering mess, is throughout the entire time Steve whispers directly into his hear, his thrusts turning erratic. He kisses at the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, nibbles on it, tastes the underlying layer of salt, fucks into him with all that he has. One pointed thrust has Bucky squealing, has him bucking back in Steve, has Steve rumbling in return, gripping the younger down by the hip.

Daddy has very little warning, only getting a nearly hysterical moan of, “Fuck, I’m--Steve!” and Bucky is absolutely falling apart underneath the older man. There is nothing more beautiful than Bucky Barnes coming undone underneath Steve Rogers and there isn’t a damn thing that can change Steve’s mind. He gets to see Bucky’s eyes roll back, gets to feel his little hole milk and pulse around his aching cock, gets to hear those little breathless desperate noises that Bucky lets out just for him. 

“That’s a good boy, baby, god look at that,” is all Steve can bite out before it becomes too much for him, before his teeth dig into the nape of Bucky’s neck, before he feels himself start to shoot off into the younger man, Bucky moaning out a weak, “Ohh, Daddy fill this cunt up, come on,” pressing his ass back hard even as his own orgasm is still tearing through his body, Steve joining him in his pleasure.

It’s a quick fuck, a little dirty, a little public, but Steve’s orgasm is one of the best he has had in a while. Maybe it is seeing Bucky so ethereal and care-free. Maybe it was getting to spoil Bucky rotten, watching him soak up the attention. Maybe it was those little trunks and rubbing lotion all over his sweet body or maybe it’s a combination of everything. Regardless, when Steve slips that plug back into Bucky’s sensitive body, pats on it and pulls his trunks up, he’s ready and looking forward to the next round.

Holy shit so many words so late at night ILY.

[thatsaweirdwaytospellundead]

Re:FebMAGIC 4/11

Summary: The actors of Mankai Company are going to be participating in the well-loved ‘Actor’s Cafe’ event! This year the themes are a little different than last, including a glasses theme…

THIS IS A 10 PART STORY WITH AN EPILOGUE.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10]

Epilogue “Happy Valentines”

Itaru  

Ah, so that line is all the people queuing for the other restaurant.

Homare  

Now that you mention it, we saw it when we came earlier.

Chikage  

From the outside it definitely seems like the type of place that would be all the rage with the young people.

Izumi  

.... Huh? One of the staff members is outside.... I think I’ve seen him before.

Kazunari  

Eh? Which one? .... OH HIM!? Yea I think so too!

Where have we seen him before, wait umm...... OH! He’s from the beach house!

Karasuma  

Took you a while to remember!

Itaru  

Ugh, what a come back.

Kazunari  

Ohh~! Lloooonnnnggg timmeee noooo seeee! Swallow boy from the Naughty Boys Crew!

Karasuma  

Who you callin’ swallow boy? My name is Karasuma from the Team Naughty☆BOYS troupe!

Sakyo  

Team Naughty☆BOYS troupe.... The kids we faced in that etude battle a while back.

Izumi  

That’s right. It was when we were helping out with the beach house. We met them on the luxury cruise ship and did that code-breaker play.

Tsumugi  

Now that you mention it, I remember Tasuku and Azuma talking about it.

Kasasuma  

Hehe, yea we did some research on your little Actor’s Cafe.

Well, seems like we really got you beat this time, good luck catching up to us! You guys are no match for our kabe-don!

Hisoka  

.....He’s gone.

Sakyo  

That kid’s got some fucking nerve going around and....

Izumi  

H-Hey, calm down now, Sakyo...!

Izumi  

Alrighty, you have the ideas for the glasses characters, right?

Sakyo  

You remembered, right?

Itaru

Of course. Here are the ideas I have based off of the research I did on everyone’s individual styles.

Tsumugi  

A sadistic mad scientist, a committee chairman....

Hisoka  

A clumsy boy, an e-boy, an otaku with..... dual personalities.

Homare  

Oh I see, there is quite the variety here.

Chikage  

So how are we going to assign the roles?

Itaru  

Let’s try an etude to see which role fits each person the best.

Chikage  

So we are each going to perform an etude to decide the roles?

Izumi  

H-Hmm well guess it isn’t a bad idea to try it like this every once in a while.

Sakyo  

I do not think this sort of tactic would be effective all the time, however this time it is imperative that we keep our motivation strong.

Itaru  

Yea, so let’s do it.

Homare  

“A piece of art filled to the brim with Fauvism! Such passion! Such soul! What colour!”

Itaru  

Seems kinda like an e-boy but I was imagining something a bit different. Next.

Hisoka  

“Fufu.... At least I got my hands on it! The golden corn starch! With this I have everything I need to....”

“After all my long years of research, I can now finish my concoction of my special syrup and merengue to make the finished product.....”

“It’s just like I saw in my dream, the phantom mashmallow!!! HA HA HA HA!”

Itaru  

Uhh, maybe not this one. I think that’s more of a patissier than a mad scientist. Next!

Tsumugi  

“Uhhh, glasses, glasses..... Huh, this is strange. I could have sworn I put them over here.....”

“Huh? My forehead? OH, Ah, they’re here...!”

Itaru  

Hmm, not a bad take on the clumsy type, but it also seems like you are just acting as your same old self, Tsumugi. Alright then, next.

Tsumugi  

Hey.

Izumi  

Everyone’s been trying out a lot of different things...

Itaru  

This sucks. There’s not a single person for the glasses otaku character.

Homare  

Well who’s etude do you think didn’t quite match the character?

Itaru  

Well...

Chikage  

Chigasaki’s standards seem a bit too high.

Itaru  

No, I don’t think that’s it.

Sakyo  

Good grief.... Well if you’re going to take that attitude, how about you fill the role yourself?

Itaru  

...... Yes, then I will. So guess I am going to be the glasses otaku character.

Kazunari  

Yeah yeah! If you’re gonna be the glasses otaku, I wanna be the committee chairman!

Itaru  

I want that guy to be a pretty flashy person, so perhaps I will allow you to try play the character as a smart guy with a sort of ‘gap moe’ style.

Kazunari  

Yaapppyyyyy!!

Chikage  

Let me get this right, Chigasaki. You’re saying we need to get your approval one by one?

Sakyo  

It would take quite a while if we were to do that with every person.

Izumi  

You said what you imagined is different than what someone would usually think, so what about Tsumugi’s take on the clumsy boy?

Hisoka  

If it’s Tsumugi it seems like it’ll be interesting.

Kazunari  

Well I for one thought Aririn’s take on the clumsy boy character was pretty funny~! Sooooooo then how about Arinrin for the clumsy character!?

Homare  

Oh, you’re talking about me?

Itaru  

I think that sounds good. So, the other etude I found that matched was...

Kazunari  

So it’s settled then! I am going to be the committee chairman, Itarun is gonna be the glasses otaku, Hisohiso is the guy who’s personality changes if you take his glasses and~

Itaru  

Tsumugi is going to be the e-boy and Homare is going to be the clumsy boy.

Izumi  

So with that all decided, all that’s left is..... Sakyo and Chikage. We still need someone for the sadistic glasses character and the mad scientist.

Hisoka  

...... Both of them fit those.

Homare  

Let’s ask them which character they think would suit them best.

Kazunari  

Yeah~!

Tsumugi  

What do you two wanna do?

Chikage  

I am fine with either.

Itaru  

....  Something about the way you’re smiling tells me that you just want to get this over with and call it a day.

Sakyo  

And who’s fault do you think that is?

Kazunari

Itarun is pretty particular about the little things~

Itaru  

Right, so then I will decide for myself. Sadistic glasses man, definitely you senpai.

Honestly speaking, I don’t think sadistic glasses man is much different from how he usually acts, but to the guests who typically see the nice side of him it will seem like night and day.

Homare  

So then, that leaves Sakyo as the mad scientist, right?

Itaru  

Yea. He is a character who seems really put together on the outside, but he is actually completely feral on the inside.

Sakyo  

Finally we got this settled.

Izumi  

Soooooo then, after a lot of thought, we finally got the roles for the Actor’s Cafe, I’m looking forward to working with everyone!

To be contnued...

[nofeartina]

Hi Tina. You still want to write some small ficlet-type promptfills or am I late? I`ll still tell my ideas though. So maybe it's not really small ficlet-type promptfills but I still say. Do you remember "Alphabet Aerobics"? Chapter 19... "For a brief second, he wonders if he should try making Even come like this, whether he even could. If Isak just kept it up, kept rimming him, would it be enough?" I think you understand what I want, ok? Do it for Even. He is wonderful and deserves it. Love you

Sooooooo. Apparently, this fitted the small ficlet-type format just fine because guess what I just did? :D (It’s not specifically AA-Isak and Even tho, but you can decide that for yourself haha)

Thank you for the prompt, sweet anon! I hope it’s everything you wanted. And thank you, @fille-lioncelle for looking it through and fixing my mistakes. You’re the best. ❤

Obviously, this is smutty as all heck, so it’s under the read more. Enter at your own risk. ;)

He doesn’t care that they don’t really do this that often. Doesn’t even care how his jaw is starting to hurt, how his back is achy from bending over like this.

It doesn’t matter.

Not when Even is starting to shake under him, his hole loosening around his tongue, glistening with spit. 

Isak has been going at it for a while now. What started out as a small step towards getting Even ready to fuck, has now turned into something completely different. 

It’s not like Isak’s dick isn’t hurting between his legs, pulsing achingly from the lack of attention, but he doesn’t want to put his hand around it. He’s not ready to abandon what he’s doing here, licking his way inside Even over and over again, rubbing at his rim with the pads of his fingers and the tip of his tongue until Even is swollen and overly sensitive.

Even is making these high-pitched sounds that Isak hasn’t heard him make before, his hips moving in small aborted thrusts like he can’t help himself, his breaths turned into small hitching gasps. Isak is so goddamn turned on by how Even just gives himself over to this, lets Isak set the pace and control what happens next, he almost gives in to the need to touch himself. Almost, but somehow he manages to hold back.

He wants to see how far Even is able to go with this.

He’s never done this to Even before, not like this. He’s never just continued past the point where Even is begging for him to fuck him because it’s just never been possible for him to not give Even what he’s asking for when he’s asking like that.

But for some reason, today he did -  just dug his fingers in, spread Even’s ass even more and continued. And now he’s reaping the rewards.

He’s never seen Even lose it like this. How he slowly lost strength in his arms until they gave out, how the sweat started to break out over his body until he was drenched, hair curling up on his nape, hands gripping onto the bedding under him. His back is arched, his ass constantly moving, pushing back against Isak, his dick swinging under him, and Isak can smell the precum leaking from it.

Everything is so hot. Isak keeps his eyes on the trembling, squirming muscles on Even’s back, and he wants to touch it, feel how sweaty and hot he is, but he’s loathe to give up his grip on Even. 

He alternates between long, slow, broad licks over Even’s taint and crack, tongue catching on Even’s puffy rim, and quick jabs inside, licking in and in and in until he feels like his jaw is about to cramp up. His thumbs are holding Even open, making it easier for him to lick inside, to taste the softness of Even’s walls and make him just as sensitive inside as he is outside.

He knows he’s skirting the edge of what Even can take, knows that he’s probably starting to get sore, but as long as Even lets him continue, he will. He’s enjoying himself too much to stop.

One of his thumbs slips on spit, sliding out and releasing the hard grip he has on Even, and Even keens.

“Shit,” he croaks, voice rough and low, and Isak moans at the sound.

Even’s hands grip harder onto the bedding, his back a tight string of tension, every muscle in his body hard and strained.

Fuck. He’s so gorgeous, Isak’s dick throbs with need between his thighs and he can’t help but picture just how easy it would be by now to just bury himself inside Even, with how open and wet he is with spit.

Isak wants to, Isak wants to so bad, can almost feel the warm tightness around him, just how good it would be, but seeing Even lose it like this is its own kind of reward.

“You taste so good,” he moans against Even’s hole, watching it flutter from his words, another low and rough sound punched out of Even as he reaches back and puts his big hand in Isak’s hair and pushes him against his ass.

“More, more!” he demands and Isak obliges. Of course he does.

He licks harder, buries his face in Even’s ass and sucks until Even trembles under him so hard that Isak loses his suction. He moves his face with Even’s movements, or tries to, but he’s moving so fast and hard now that it’s almost impossible.

Isak doesn’t even have to ask, it’s so obvious that Even is close.

He desperately wants Even to come like this, wants to see if he can, if Isak is able to get him to, he almost loses his breath thinking about it.

He pulls back, rubs the rim hard with his thumb to ease his aching jaw for a short while, Even crying out with the stimulation. Hearing Even makes it easy to ignore his jaw and he dives back in, licks around his thumb, keeps his tongue and finger moving faster and faster and faster until Even stops breathing, stops moaning, stops moving.

His hole grows tight around Isak’s thumb and his tongue, and Isak knows that it’s happening, speeds up even though his tongue feels like it’s about to fall off, and then Even shouts just as his dick starts shooting under him.

The smell of Even’s release hits Isak like a freight train, making him moan against Even’s hole, licking and rubbing and sucking him through his release that lasts and lasts and lasts until Even collapses under him.

Isak sits back on his haunches, wipes his chin and mouth with his hand, and it’s not until now that he notices how much he’s trembling himself.

But it doesn’t matter, nothing matters except the sight Even makes.

He’s lying on the bed, sweaty and shaky, breathing hard. His eyes are still closed, cheeks wet with tears, and he looks like Isak blew his mind completely. His legs are spread on each side of Isak and Isak has a clear sight of Even’s ass and his red and puffy hole, which looks so inviting and so used that Isak almost can’t breathe from it.

“Fuck, Even,” he moans and leans in over him, putting his thumb on Even’s hole again, but Even keens and moves away from him.

“I’m so sore, I can’t…” he says sounding apologetic, but hearing that makes Isak’s stomach explode with want and need, something deep inside of him buzzing with pride and something darker that he doesn’t want to name.

Isak moves his hand to Even’s side, shushes him, leans in and kisses Even’s shoulder with his sore lips and starts pulling himself off. 

It won’t take much, he’s so on edge already, senses full of Even; Even in his mouth, the smell of his release in his nose, the wetness of his sweat against his lips, it’s so good.

“You’re perfect, you’re so good, you drive me crazy,” Isak mutters as his hand moves between their bodies, easing the throbbing ache in his dick, his balls pulling up so tight that he has to stop talking to clench his teeth instead.

Even whimpers, but arches his back until his ass touches Isak’s dick and that’s it for Isak.

He looks down between them, watching himself paint Even’s ass and hole and lower back with ropes of white, and it does something to him, something unnamable fluttering in his stomach, making his heart beat faster with how Even just lies there and lets him.

He doesn’t stop stroking even as his dick stops pulsing. He’s so sensitive but it feels good to just keep his grip loose as he moves, as he points the tip down and rubs it over Even’s crack and over his hole, making sure his cum covers Even there.

Even doesn’t say anything, but Isak can’t help but notice the trembling tension in Even’s body.

Fuck. 

Isak finally lets go and collapses on top of Even, rubbing his forehead against the skin of his neck, lips moving as he tells Even just how much he loves him.

“Isak,” Even sighs and Isak wants to kiss him but he really doesn’t want to move.

“Yeah.”

Isak knows that he’s heavy lying here like this, but he can’t stand the thought of moving away from Even. He wants to cover Even, wants him to know that he’s there, needs to feel him against him. 

“Are you okay?” Even asks, and Isak huffs out a laugh.

“Are you?”

Even huffs out a laugh too.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m so okay.”

“Hmmm,” Isak hums and kisses Even where he can reach without moving. “Me too. So okay.”

He traces the soft skin of Even’s arm, drawing intricate patterns with his fingers, a giddiness filling him at the thought of what he just did.

He still can’t believe that Even was able to come like that. It seems it doesn’t matter how long they’re together, how many things they do, somehow they’re still able to surprise each other with things like this.

He can’t imagine anything else ever feeling this right.

So he kisses Even’s shoulder and settles against his body, getting ready not to move anywhere for a good while. He knows that eventually Even will complain that he’s too heavy, that they’re filthy, that they should shower and change the sheets, complain until Isak has no other option but to move.

But for now, he lets himself relax, enjoy the closeness and how relaxed they both are. 

Everything else can wait.

[i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships]

A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 2. Hey, Mr. No Name Kid, so who might you be?

Winter. This is part of my evil plan to celebrate you. This chapter is dedicated to you. You beautiful fucking human/crypted. Anywho. I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing right now sooooooo…..

This chapter had no planning done whatsoever. I suck at my job. Which right now is to attempt to write fanfic.

Pairings: Little hint thingies at Prinxiety. Like mentions of Prinxiety, I guess is the best way to put it. You’ll see when you get there.

Tw: Hallucinating, the start of Virgil’s long road to insanity, fourth wall breaks, cursing, Virgil being a demon child and Heathers references.

Virgil's POV

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I couldn’t look at Pat anymore. It always breaks my heart to see, the guy who is essentially my dad, look at me like this. 

I averted my eyes to the counter. Wait. Am I hallucinating or is there a third person sitting on the counter? I was confused. Like hella confused. I thought it was only me and Pat in the kitchen. I don’t recognize them. And I’m normally not the one to make these kinds of comments, it’s Roman’s job, but I’m out of it okay!! Whoever that is, they’re cute as hell.

Patton had been saying something else. I wasn’t paying attention to whatever it was. I know that it was about how I should be taking care of myself and all that bs. But can I pull the hypocrite card? 

Will, that offend the Patton stans? If it does then that’s amazing. It was the goal. Yes, the fourth wall is nonexistent for this cautionary tale. Well at least for my chapters. You really can’t not have the fourth wall breaks can you Em?

(Shut up you little demon. You’re my son and I love you but no. You were supposed to talk to the readers and piss them off. Not talk to me.)

Yeah…. But… you’re the one who’s making me feel like shit as a plot point for wherever the hell you plan on taking this “fanfic”.

(Can we save this for later? Like seriously! In front of them? And like you said. I have to take this fanfic somewhere!)

You’re planning on letting all of us talk to them at some point so… why are you complaining? I mean sure. We can finish this later. They’re gonna want to hear about this tho.

(Why are you adding onto my plate Vee?)

Because I can. I’m gonna bring up that rando on the counter now. They’re kinda freaky

(Yes. Of course. Look twice, tho.)

Oh. It’s a dude?

(Yes he’s a dude. Let's move along.)

“Hey, Pat?” I cut Patton off from whatever he was talking about.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Who’s that guy sitting on the counter?” 

Pat looked up at the counter confused. Then he looked back at me. Then the counter. Then me. This continued for a solid 30 seconds. Then he spoke up. “Virgil, are you sure you’re ok? There’s no one there.”

“I’m never ok. But there is someone there. He’s just chilling on the counter. Staring at us.”

Pat looked at me like I was insane. I took a long sip of my coffee to drown out the silence. Em’s over me right now so talking to her isn’t an option. 

“Excuse me for one moment kiddo.” Then he went back upstairs.

I’ve had enough coffee. I should try to walk around a little bit. I got up and looked at the clock. 3:17. Judging by the fact that Patton was in pajamas and that it’s dark outside, 3:17 am. 

I walked over to the calendar that was hung up on the kitchen wall. Thank the lord that there were no reminders of things that needed to get done on this calendar. There were days crossed off with an x over just the number of the day. Others had an x over the whole day. Logan and Patton. I thought. The first day that wasn’t crossed off was October 3rd. My favorite day.

I heard a door open upstairs and a tired voice “Patton?-” I tuned the rest out. Pat was going to get Logan. Just perfect. Logan would start like running experiments or some shit like that.

With the limited time, I still had before Lo and Pat came downstairs I decided to question the stranger sitting on the counter. But he talked first.

“You shouldn’t bow down to the swatch dogs and diet coke heads.”

Heathers. My all-time favorite musical. I decided to play along with this game.

“I’m sorry what?”

“It is quite obvious that you have a soul” He jumped off the counter. “You just need to work a little harder keeping it clean.” He began to walk towards the commons. “We’re all born marked for evil.”

Something was off about the whole thing. Like I’m sitting here flirting with the creep that was sitting on the counter. Quoting Heathers with this guy feels wrong. Like this is something I do with Roman sometimes. Doing it with someone else. Just no. I still continued, although I changed the line a little bit.

“Okay. Don’t quote Heathers at me and just walk away.” I started to run after him until I was in front of him. “Excuse me. Hi. Uhh… I never did catch your name.”

He walked away and turned his head to look at me slightly. “I didn’t throw it.” He turned around and sat down on the couch.

DAMN!! He’s so smooth. You know. I’m having a Veronica moment right now. (To the tune of Fight For Me) I shouldn’t talk to this guy. I think he’s a creep. But he’s cute so DAAAAAAAAAMN!!! 

I went to go talk to him more. And maybe get his name. But then someone cleared their throat behind me.

“Kiddo. Why are you talking to yourself?”

Patton. Shit.

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Hello children. It is I. Your mother. Seventh-grade straight girl sitting on her bean bag this time. 

So I’m thinking of having side chapters where I argue and/or talk with Virgil. I’m apart of his hallucinations, essentially. Yes, Virgil’s in the fic. He knows he’s in the fic. But with therapy and rehab later, he’ll be convinced otherwise.

The thing with the people who would like to be apart of it would be a side chapter at the end where everyone can hear us. It might be like an interactive fic thing.

Side note. Plus both A/Ns. On Google Docs this chapter is a little over 3 pages long.

                                     Your failure of a writer/mother,

                                                         Em

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Taglist (Lemme know if you wanna be added): @winterswishing-reblogs and @thetomorrowshow

[shinidamachu]

Holding On And Letting Go - Chapter III

Summary: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV

Word Count: 1060  Genre: angst  Fandom: InuYasha  Pairing: Inukag Format: multichapter  AO3 Link: 🌹  Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

Life was but a palid echo of what used to be, now that her presence was no longer there to color it, and as it moved forward, only one thought chanted through his mind with each lonely conversation by the well, threatening to stifle his hopes to death. 

Maybe I shouldn’t come here anymore.

His survival instincts joined frustration and sorrow in that chorus, adding with a mighty screaming that, of all times, he certainly shouldn’t be there that night.

Because the moon wasn’t shining and he felt desperately weak and none of it mattered when he was entirely sure that five hundred years from then, Kagome was sitting at the very same spot, at that exact moment.

And she would always be worth the risk.

Looking back, InuYasha couldn’t remember a single new moon night since they met in which Kagome wasn’t there for him. Even when he would tell her not to, even when he lied he was fine, even when he didn’t deserve her to stay at all.

Ever since she was gone, InuYasha had settled into a routine of coming to the well every three days. Regardless, he always went there in the new moons and — call him crazy — it was when he could feel her the best.

So in the end, it wasn’t much of a choice and even if it was, he knew what his would be.

He would choose her. For all those times he couldn’t. Day after day. He would choose her and he would keep on choosing her until he took his last breath on this world, hoping that would be enough somehow.

Smiling at the thought of her obstinate face on the many occasions she had decided to stay up with him, InuYasha gave her the same answer. 

“Go to sleep, Kagome.”

She could never sleep on those nights.

They were too dark.

Not the good kind of dark, like the bright tone his hair must be displaying at that very moment. No. It was the worst kind. The one that suffocated her courage, that left her lost and lonely, wary of anything that might jump on her as soon as she let her guard down. The one that kept her from seeing the stars.

Of course, spending new moons awake wasn’t something she was a stranger to. Since Kagome was fifteen, once a month, she had stayed up with InuYasha until the first rays of sunshine brought back what night had stolen. It was a marvellous experience every time.

She still remembered how vulnerable he could get — both physically and emotionally — when he was a human and how much he hated it, but she also recalled the gentle drop of his voice and the way his touch used to get sweeter, tempting her to delve into that mysterious part of who he was.

“Back then you acted like it didn’t happen, but the more I think about it, the more I’m sure you remember saying I smelled nice, that one night.” Kagome cherished that memory to this day, even though enough time had passed to make her feel like it belonged to someone else. Without realizing and yet so efficiently, he had swept her off her feet for the first of what turned out to be countless occasions.

When the fear that she might never find out whether or not her suspicions were true stared her in the face, Kagome pulled the blanket even closer around her.

Now, with the well sealed, her heart was heavy with concern. Being apart from InuYasha in the moments she knew he needed her the most contradicted each cell of her body.

And so, she had settled for the next best thing.

Every new moon after their fateful separation, without fail, she waited for the dawn beside the Honekui no Ido and recited the same prayer, over and over again.

“Please, be okay. Please, please, please be okay.”

“Sonuvabitch!” That had to be the third or so root he had tripped on. Trying to catch his balance, InuYasha resumed the staggering walk into the clearing, where the Honekui no Ido stood imposing.

Spinning the way it was, the old thing seemed to mock him. Why wouldn’t it? After taking Kagome away without giving him so much as a chance to fight for her, it was only fitting that his impotence got ridiculed.

From afar, InuYasha gazed the well with narrowed eyes, as if it was a viper ready to attack — not that it could kill him or anything, it just brought a lot of pain and it was a fucking nuisance. Differently from the Bone Eater, though, the viper he could slay, at least.

InuYasha took a sip from the sake on his hand, suddenly remembering why he was there. 

“Sooooooo sorry to interrupt K’gome. No no no I know ya too busy not bein’ here. I just got a few things I’d like to say.” He took a step closer, wiping the liquid from his lips with the back of his hand. InuYasha cleared his throat in an act of drunk courage. “I love ya.”

He let the words sink in, proud of finally being able to say it out loud. She would never hear it, but stil...

“I’ve loved ya so long and I know ’s too late and I know you’d think I’m drunk but ‘s no true. Y’know what’s true? This think taste like piss ‘n none of it matter ‘cause ya no comin’ back are ya? ‘N I’ll spend the rest of my life talkin’ to a fuckin’ well!”

InuYasha threw the jug as hard and far as he could, its crashing fleeing the animals deep into the forest’s shadows and intoxicating the air with the suffocating smell of alcohol. He paid no mind to it.

Finally reaching the wooden walls, InuYasha let himself lean against it. 

“Ain’t that just fuckin’ funny?” He asked, his eyes closing.

Kagome wasn’t going to cry. Not this time. 

After so long, her tears turned into dry fury.

In the course of her life, rage had been a capricious emotion — it slammed in uninvited, a supernova of screams and storming off that exploded whenever her temper got the best of her.

To say she had been angry before was an understatement. 

Kagome had been angry countless times. With her friends, when they got too pushy. With Sota, because as much as they loved each other, they were siblings and it was physically impossible not to. With Sesshoumaru, Kikyo, Naraku and each complication the later created along the way. Even with her father, for dying — although she never admitted out loud. With herself, every now and then, and Math and InuYasha both had chapters all of their own in this department.

Sometimes she could be unfair or overreact, which would come to her attention after the fire had extinguished, making her apologise when an apology was due.

The feeling she experienced now, glaring down the empty darkness of the well, was nothing like it.

She had only felt that anger in rare moments. It creeps in through an open door, burning cold and silent.

“What was the point of it all, then?” Kagome wasn’t sure who or what she was talking to, but for the first time, it wasn’t InuYasha. “I was living my life and I could spend the rest of it just fine thinking Grandpa’s stories were only that. But you sucked me into that mess because you needed me there. And I played my part, I played it pretty well.” Her low, iced voice carried a hint of danger that could make men twice her size shiver. “You used me for my powers and now that you don’t need me anymore, it’s all over? Just like that?” She shook her head, eyes burning with the tears she refused to let drop, making the situation even more infuriating. “That’s not how it works. You can’t toy with people’s feelings like that. The least you can do is let me get back. Let me get back!”

Her breath quickened uncontrollably and she could swear the walls were closing around her.

“Kagome.”

The sweet sound caught her off guard, making her unclench her teeth and free the wooden edges from her grip. As soon as she turned to met those eyes, the wrath inside melted to a sobbing crying. They ran to each other and before she knew it, Kagome fell apart into the embrace of the woman who had been her rock through it all.

“Mama...” Kagome clung to her, feeling like a child and not caring in the slightest. She didn’t know how much her mom had listened, but the woman simply stood there, petting her hair and letting Kagome soak her shoulder.

“I know, honey. I know.”

‘Tomorrow I am not going to cry’, she promised to herself, ‘not tomorrow’.

A/N: Thank you guys for deciding to read this.

Don't know what you'll think of drunk InuYasha. It was just a scene that came to my mind when I thought of writing this story. I didn't get into details but he jumped into that Master of Potions guy and decided to give it a try because he misses her too much and it couldn't get any worse, anyway (it could since he woke up with a major hangover). Oh, and Kagome feeling used is a personal headcanon of mine I mean... homegirl fixed everything and now that the mission is done she is quicked out and doesn't get her happy ending? Bullshit!

Anyway, let me know what you guys think!

Hey @simply_zerah, this chapter is for you! Thank you for all the kind reviews! I don't deserve you!

And a big thanks to @keichanz for letting me use her new moon headcanon (she is Da Best). It was love at first sigh!