#my friend and I keep talking about subs the whole time we’re at work

[mattybsgroupie]

jealous | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; cursing; face slapping & spanking (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); p in v; creampie; dom!matt

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes: i’m… back? thank you for not giving up on me. y’all are my whole world. i'm rusty, i apologize for any mistakes but this is not proofread as usual and also i’ve been horny that’s the only reason for dom!matt, we’re back with the sub agenda next week ♡ and happy birthday to my best friend @ivammbb!

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“have you had enough?” matt hissed as soon as i stepped back into our room. i frowned my eyebrows, wondering what he referred to. “what was so fun?”

“what are you talking about?” i asked with a confused look with my face, but not bothering with matt’s attitude. i kept texting on my phone as i made my way to our bed, laying down next to him.

“you were hysterical” he said, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard. “are you friends that much better than your boyfriend?”

oh.

he was jealous.

“anything wrong with that?” i responded, leaving my phone on the nightstand and looking at him.

“oh” matt scratched his freshly shaven beard and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “you like it, don’t you?” i tried hiding a smile, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me, my top teeth biting the flesh of my lower lip.

matt noticed i was enjoying it. the good time i had with my friends, but also his jealousy. he brought his hand to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it and gently pressing my skin “you’re such an attention whore”

i didn’t protest and allowed him to keep holding my neck, my chest suddenly starting to rise in search of air. he loosened his grip, but didn’t let go, rolling over and getting on top of me.

matt’s body was warm, as if his blood had been rushing the whole time i wasn’t with him. his licked his lips and adjusted himself, moving one his legs to in between my thighs, his knee resting under my covered pussy.

“isn’t my attention enough?” he asked, not expecting an answer as he immediately went for a kiss, smashing our lips together in a desperate seal. “no” i mumbled. “i like their attention as well” i teased when he pulled away from the kiss, feeling a sudden slap on my left cheek.

i opened my mouth, but another slap came. matt’s large hand landed across my face, his long fingers quickly caressing the area, not wanting to actually hurt me. he brushed his thumb on my burning cheek before placing it on my lower lip, pulling it apart from the top one.

i instinctively reached for his finger, allowing matt to put it inside my mouth so i could start sucking. “not talking back right now are you?” he said, a grin growing wide on his face.

i denied with my head, continuing to suck as he replaced his thumb with his index and middle fingers, blue eyes watching me underneath him.

matt slowly brought his knee upwards, pressing himself against my already wet pussy. the slaps and the way he talked, the mean words along with his touches were enough to get me worked up.

matt removed his fingers off of my mouth, turning his attention to my neck. he placed a few pecks there, traveling around my shoulders before coming back to a particular spot, kissing it deeply and sucking on my bare skin. i

knew he was going to leave a hickey, and i knew that’s what he wanted — to mark me as his. only his.

my fingers immediately gripped on his brown locks when his palm went to my breast, groping my flesh and teasing my nipple over my shirt. i moaned, both in pleasure and frustration, pulling his hair and receiving a groan in response.

“can’t keep your mouth shut?” matt teased, but the attitude disappeared as soon as i gave him a pleading look, my eyes begging for him to touch me properly. he chuckled at how i rubbed my own cunt against his covered knee and how my hardened nubs poked through the shirt, revealing how needy he had gotten me.

“my needy girl” he whispered and helped me to undress, leaving me completely bare below him before also taking off his own clothes. “only mine, right?” he asked, the slight change in his tone asking for reassurance instead of demanding an answer.

“yours” i whispered back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he continued to mark my body with bites and hickeys.

matt stopped by my breasts once again, giving my nipple a kitten lick before latching his lips around my swollen nub, sucking it fiercely, as if he was hungry for something. he could spend hours like that, kissing my skin and lazily dragging his cock across my thighs.

matt placed both of his hands on each side of my hips, creating a trail of kisses to my lower belly. he stopped and smirked at me, giving two light taps on my thighs, silently asking me to spread them apart.

i could feel matt's breath lightly slipping from his nose, as if he was chuckling while he watched my bare pussy throbbing for him. matt gave a long lick on my clit, swirling his tongue around it and placing a kiss there, quickly pulling away. i whimpered, getting impatient with all the teasing — but i knew he was gonna take ‘his own time with me’, as he would always say when i complained about taking too long.

tightening the grip on my hips, matt easily flipped me over, pressing my chest against the mattress. i felt a sudden slap coming from him, this time on my ass. i gasped and threw my head back, his large palm caressing the place he had hit, preparing me for another smack. “you gotta learn who you belong to” he said.

“i’m sorry— ah!” i tried to speak, but his hand against my ass interrupted me, making me whimper as the burning sensation started. “just gotta tell me” he repeated, “who do you belong to?”

“you, matt! fuck!” i moaned as he gave me now lighter, quicker slaps, soothing the redness on my skin.

“there you go” matt praised me, admiring his work and running his fingers through my hair. “now tell me” he started, hovering over me and allowing me to roll on the mattress, my back resting against the countless pillows we had. “who owns that pretty pussy, hm?” matt whispered, his long fingers traveling in between my thighs.

“you do” i said mindlessly, moving my hips downwards, desperate to get some relief to my aching cunt. he smirked at my reaction, wanting one last answer from me.

“who’s the only one that makes you cum?” i choked on a moan when matt finished the question and his digits suddenly met my wet folds.

“you matt, you you you” i repeated like a mantra as he started to push his fingers inside my tight hole, the wetness making it easier for him to slide in. i let my mouth hang open, arching my back when he curled his fingers, reaching my sweet spot in a few lazy thrusts.

“me, right?” he said, boosting his own ego. matt slowly removed his fingers from me and positioned himself on my entrance, pumping his shaft a few times to spread the pre-cum that had leaked.

i squeezed my eyes shut when i felt his cock entering me and stretching my walls. matt lowered his body, gluing his chest to mine, holding his weight by placing forearms against the mattress. he raised his hand near my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and sealing our lips together as he buried himself inside of me.

matt gradually started to fasten his pace, thrusting his hips forward and breathing heavily. “my pretty girl” he muffled, hiding his face on the crook of my neck and trying to cover his moans by kissing my skin — until he reached my spot, making me arch my back and moan loudly, clenching against his length.

“please” i begged, biting his shoulder and trying to hold my release. “please, i’m g-gonna…”

“cum for me” he gave me permission, mindlessly pounding into me, reaching for his own high. my orgasm suddenly washed over me, making my whole body tremble, my chest panting heavily as my pussy clenched against matt’s cock. it was enough to make him cum in a loud groan, painting my walls white with long ropes of cum, releasing his load.

matt slowed the pace of his thrusts as he finished inside of me, his body collapsing over mine. i scratched his back, helping him to come back to his senses.

“‘m sorry” matt mumbled. “if i hurt you” he said, the puppy look on his blue eyes making me chuckle.

“you didn’t hurt me” i assured him. “you’re just a jealous boy” i teased, cupping his cheeks and giving him a peck on his lips.

he was my jealous boy, and i was his girl. only his.

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[catherinnn]

I thought of this at work today and I couldn't stop laughing: Imagine Dustin having an older sister who's back from college. So when they need a sub for Hellfire, he asks her because she's the one that taught him how to play in the first place. As soon as she walks in Eddie's brain short-circuits because "Jesus H. Christ Henderson, why didn't you tell me your sister was my dream girl?!?!? I would've at least brushed my hair!"

Que Dustin not sure whether he should be disgusted because his sister keeps flirting with his DM all night or excited because there is now a very strong possibility Eddie could become his brother-in-law now.

Roll for Initiative eddie munson x henderson!reader warnings: nothing much really, just fluff overall. eddie self-doubts for just a second, no use of y/n, cursing. a/n: thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you like it. reblogs and comments are very very appreciated. 2.2k words masterlist

“So,” Mike starts talking, Dustin takes notice of his sarcastic tone. “Who the fuck do we know that secretly plays D&D and would want to sub for Lucas”

“Um, well…” but before Dustin can get a word out Mike interrupts him.

“I mean, we’re fucked! Eddie’s gonna hate us and kick us out of Hellfire!”

“Dude-“

“No Dustin, I’m serious! I’m gonna kill Lucas and all his stupid new friends”

“Mike! Do you remember what I told you earlier? About my sister?”

“Uh… no?” he confesses.

“Honestly! Do you ever listen to me?!” Dustin claims angrily. “What I told you is that she’s coming back home. And she used to play, dude!”

“Are you serious?” Mike exclaims, unable to believe their luck. He asks “When does she get here?”

--

Dustin's heart pounds with anticipation as he waits at the doorstep. It had been months since he last saw you, and he couldn't wait to catch up.

And as your mom’s car pulls into the driveway, Dustin cannot contain his excitement. He rushes to greet you, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his haste. You step out of the car, a weary smile on your face as you spot your little brother.

"Dustin!" you exclaim, opening your arms for a hug. "You've gotten even taller since I last saw you."

“You think so?” he asks with hope.

“Oh right? He’s turning into a whole handsome tall man already!” your mom butted into the conversation and you both cringe at her choice of words.

“Ugh, I missed you!” you hug him again and he laughs.

Once you’re inside the house, Dustin wastes no time in bombarding you with stories of his D&D campaigns. He told you about the epic battles and the incredible DM the club has. You make a mental note to tease Steve as soon as you see him since he’s no longer Dustin’s coolest older friend.

“That club sounds so fun!”

"Do you think... would you want to join our club as a sub?" he asks eagerly. "We're short one person since Lucas joined the dark side”

You frown in confusion and he explains. “He’s in the football team”

“Really?” you ask surprised.

“Yeah…” he sounds disappointed. “Anyway, would you help us? Please”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?”

“They would be so thankful if you help us beat Eddie’s ass”

“Okay, sure then” you agree laughing.

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“Come on! We’re gonna be late!” Dustin shouts from the living room waiting impatiently for you.

“I’ve been ready for like ten minutes, you’re the one who’s taking so long” you answer calmly, not knowing what all the fuss is about.

Meanwhile in the drama room in Hawking’s High…

“Alright gentlemen, are we ready to start?” Eddie says as he walks in.

“Umm no, Dustin’s not here yet” Mike stops him.

“Well, where is he?”

“He’s probably arriving any time now”

“Wheeler, we don’t have all day-“ Eddie starts complaining but the door opening abruptly interrupts him. An agitated Dustin walks in and starts apologizing, but Eddie’s not listening to him.

The club leader still frozen mid-sentence, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he laid eyes on you, standing by the door. He stumbled over his words, his thoughts are silent but screaming at the same time. Suddenly, the room seemed smaller, the air thicker, as if a spell had been cast upon him.

However, you’re still oblivious to the effect you had over him.

“Soo, who’s this?” Gareth finally asks after waiting for Eddie to ask that question, but he was not even moving.

“Oh, this is my sister” Dustin starts introducing you. Eddie’s trance is broken when he hears your name, the prettiest name he’s ever heard. “She’ll sub for Lucas”

“She will?” Eddie asks with a hint of hope in his voice. All of the sudden hoping Lucas won’t be able to join Hellfire ever again.

The rest of the boys are waiting expectantly for Eddie to ask you all types of question until he finds an unsatisfying enough answer and he’ll decide you can’t sub. But he never does. So Gareth starts asking if you even know how to play D&D.

“Sure she does, she was the one who taught me how to play in the first place” your brother steps in.

You tell the boys your level in the game and for some reason they all seem surprised. They start murmuring among each other. But you notice how the boy on the big throne leans over to your brother to whisper something. You play dumb and walk closer to them.

"Jesus H. Christ Henderson, why didn't you tell me your sister was my dream girl? I would've at least brushed my hair!" He whispers-shouts and a smile starts forming on your face.

You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t called your attention. His big puppy eyes, all the rings on his hand. You don’t know why he says that about his hair, you thought it looked really good like that.

At any rate, you take a seat next to your brother, which just so happens to also be next to Eddie. Happy coincidence. And you start playing, Eddie sets the scene. He makes you imagine every single little detail so you feel like you’re actually there. He makes different voices for each character which makes you giggle. He even stands up, or leans over on the table, he talks to every single one of you, not forgetting about anyone. It’s mesmerizing to see him like this.

“I love how passionate you get” you comment and it makes him smile so hard.

He noticed before, every time he would change the tone in his voice to imitate a character, you’d laugh, and now he keeps changing voices just to hear it again.

“Give me the gold! He says. Or I’ll set my hungry wolves free, right this second!” Eddie acts and without failing he’s able to hear your snorts. It distracts him in the best way possible. “You have an adorable laugh” he tells you with a smirk.

This obviously makes you giggle once more, this time with a pink blush decorating your cheeks. “Thanks, it’s just- you’re cute making all the voices”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to blush and smile once more.

Dustin notices this exchange —all of the other boys did— but he can’t decipher how he feels about it. On the one hand, he feels a little jealous and uncomfortable that you two keep flirting. But on the other hand, it would be really cool to have Eddie as his brother in law.

However, the game continues and so does the places Eddie takes you all to in your minds. So much so that at one point you start getting dizzy.

“Wait, where are we again?” you ask.

“In the mountains near the lake” Gareth answers.

“Are we close to the palace?”

“No no, the palace is behind the woods” Mike explains now. They have more of an advantage than you do, they've been playing this campaign for weeks now.

“Wh- Do you have a map?” You finally ask Eddie and he nods passing it to you.

“Here’s the palace” he comes closer and signals on the map, “and here is where you are”

“Oh, okay”

“You know, if you’re still lost I can stick around to guide you” he whispers giving the closeness.

“Well, you’re the bad guy here,” you argue imagining you’re still inside the game. “How do I know you won’t try to kill me?”

“Me?” he gasps acting offended. “I would never!”

“You already killed Jeff!” you accuse him.

“Yeah, but he’s not half as pretty as you are. I’d miss you too much” he makes sure he’s whispering very close to you now, just because if Jeff heard him he’d start acting offended. Just because of that… no other reason.

“Can we keep playing now? My mom will be here in like ten minutes to pick me up” Mike complains.

Those ten minutes fly by. Before you even realize it, Mike’s mom is honking in her car to hurry him up. And so you finish for the day, starting to gather all your things.

“You know, you owe me a pencil” you tell Eddie.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” he asks playfully.

“I only borrowed it to you! I did not gift it!”

“So you’re calling me a thief? First a killer and now a thief? Glad to know you think so badly of little old me”

“I didn't just called you that!” you say in you defence and he makes confused face, signalling you to continue talking. “I also said you’re cute. You’re a really cute thief and killer”

He starts laughing. “Are you always this charming, or is it just when I'm around?"

“I could ask you the same thing”

“Oh only with you, sweetheart” he promises.

“Me too” you admit a little shyly.

“Yeah?-” he tries to keep flirting but Dustin cuts him off.

“Are you ready? Let’s go”

“Wow, since when are you so eager to leave hellfire?” Eddie notices.

“No reason” he lies, he’s still not sure if all this flirting between you two would be something good or not.

“I think he’s a little jealous his sister is taking all of Eddie’s attention” Gareth teases him.

“No, I’m not!”

“Aw Dusty bun!” Eddie joins in the teasing.

“I’m not jealous! Ask her out for all I care!” he says but regrets it as soon as it left his mouth.

“Really?” Eddie checks in but Dustin is a very proud person, he’s not one to bend. So he nods encouraging his friend.

Good thing you know him like the palm of your hand.

“Let’s go dingus, mom’s probably waiting for us”

Eddie feels this as punch right on his chest. Did he read too much into this? Were you not actually interested? Was it just some playful flirting?

As you walk out the school and into the parking lot. You open the car so your brother can get in but tell him to wait a second, and you walk over to Eddie who was about to get in his van.

“Wait! Thief!” you call him and he turns around. “I think you should, you know… ask me out”

He feels the happiness creeping back into his body. “Yeah? I should?” his playful tone back in his voice. “Would you want to go out with a thief and a murderer?”

“If he’s as cute as you are, then I’d think about it” you make him laugh again.

“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at eight” he proposes.

“I’ll be ready”

“Good”

“Yeah, good” you walk closer to him. “See you tomorrow then” and before leaving, you give him a kiss on his cheek. Hiding your need to kiss him more after seeing his flushed face. You’ll have plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Dustin sees you getting in the car with the biggest smile on your face. “Did you ask him out?”

“Um, yeah… listen-“

“It’s fine, really”

“No, listen. I know that maybe it’s a little uncomfortable to think of one of your best friends going out with me. But I promise I would never do anything to hurt him and make it weird between you two-“

“I know that, and I know he wouldn’t do that either” he interrupts you. “I’m just- I’m worried that I won’t be a priority to you or to him anymore”

“Dustin, are you kidding? You could not be more wrong about that!” you argue. “Imagine this date goes well, we’ll start hanging out at home and watch movies with you, we could go out to eat all together, go to the cinema, anything! You name it!”

And the more he thinks about it that way, the more he loves that idea.

So the next day, he helps you choose your outfit, he tells you which hairstyle will look better and then hurries you up when it’s 7:50 pm and you’re still putting mascara on.

“You look fine already! Amazing even! Grab your jacket cause he’ll be here any minute now!” and as soon as he says that, he recognizes that car outside with the loud metal music, seconds later he hears the door knocking.

“I’ll get it, mom!” he yells so his mother won’t embarrass you.

“No, you won’t. I will” you stop him before he can open the door. “Go back to your comic-book. I’ll be back in a few hours”

And he waits until you get back. 

When you finally do, he’s on the couch watching TV but mutes it as soon as he hears you.

“Hey” he notices the big smile on your face is on again. He also notices your lips are a little puffy and he cringes at that thought.  

“You can go to sleep happily now, the date went amazing” you explain. “God, I think I’m love with him!” you comment as you go up to your room.

“Already?” he judges a little.

But as you promised, the three of you hang out together most of the time. And as long as he looks away when you two kiss or ignores the fact that Eddie’s spending the night in your room after you all catch a movie and order some pizza. He’s really happy that you two found each other.

[cosmicdream222]

Some of my manifestations from last week (with photos)

Surprise gifts

My bestie A and I regularly update each other with about our daily plan for affirming etc to keep each other accountable. I said I was manifesting VIP treatment, put on some subs and affirmed while I was making breakfast (yes I’m not a morning person and make breakfast at nearly noon 😭)

Not even a half hour later, I received a surprise delivery from Amazon:

My friend L, who lives out of state, sent me food and new bowls for the stray cats I feed, and treats for my cats (Stella & Panini are my cats’ names 😹)

VIP treatment

That evening I worked a brand ambassador gig that I booked only a couple days before. I’ve been avoiding working as much as possible lately lol but this one was nearby and paid well. It happened to be a giveaway event partnering with a local radio station and ended up being fun. One of the radio DJs was there, and me as the sponsor brand representative was given the same level of VIP treatment as the radio DJ! There was an event coordinator who basically did all the work and I just got to stand around looking pretty and getting paid for it. 😭

Gift card

After work I got home and found another package from my friend L with a gift card for me 💕

More cat food

A few days later, my neighbor left a huge box of cat food at my door. My cats are getting more spoiled than me 😂

An air fryer

This one is cool because I specifically wanted to manifest this. I had heard about air fryers for a while now and it seemed like something I would use, but I didn’t really feel the need to buy one. A couple weeks ago I was at Trader Joe’s with my mom and the cashier was saying how much he loooved his air fryer and telling me all the things I could make with it. I decided that moment I would just manifest one eventually, and forgot about it.

So the other day my mom comes to pick me up for a family lunch and she has a huge box in her hands - an air fryer?? She says jokingly “happy birthday” - my birthday isn’t for another 4 months! She said she just felt like I needed one 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s so cute and I’ve already used it a couple times 💕

Attention from sp

Soo I have this crush-type guy we’ll call D. He’s one of my best friends and we’ve talked nearly every day for 3 years. I can talk to him about anything, including all things supernatural and shifting. We have admitted to having feelings for each other, and even had “online boyfriend” vibes for a while, but we live in different states, and he didn’t want to do long distance. I was sad and anxious about it for a while, but since I found out about loa and shifting, I realized none of it mattered and I could just shift to a reality where we’re together already 😂

Anyway I had become detached and stopped really thinking about him in a romantic way for a while. However, I realized since I basically didn’t care and wasn’t thinking about him, he was becoming distant in response. We hadn’t been really flirty or romantic in a few months, and I hadn’t even talked to him in a week, which was unusual. Although I wasn’t anxious about it or anything, I was still missing talking to one of my best friends. So I just started assuming he would go back to blowing up my phone all day, and I sent him some mental telepathy messages about what I wanted.

Monday morning he messaged me apologizing for being distant. He had been traveling for spring vacation and took a break from his phone. He then basically spent the whole week trying to make up for it, being super attentive, listening to my long ramblings about my void and shifting progress, sending me selfies every day, being more sweet and romantic than he had been in months, and kept telling me how pretty I was 🥰

Losing a follower LOL

This is just a funny one to round out my list. I hadn’t been on tumblr in a bit, and when I went to check my asks, I saw I had 556 followers. I thought “darn I missed the angel number, haha maybe someone will unfollow me so I can get the screenshot.” Not 5 min later when I went to look again, it had happened, and I got the screenshot 😂

(Up to 558 now thank you all 💕)

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Would you write oliver with the stomach flu or food poisoning?

Bro, this one made me so freaking giddy! It's soooo cute!!❤️

TW: emeto

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The notes on Oliver’s desk seemed unreadable. The lights and his computer screen were too bright. Everything was going from hot to cold to hot to—

“Brown, how’s it going over here?”

Oliver startled as he realized that Dan, the paper’s editor, was standing right behind him.

Forcing himself to look more awake, Oliver smiled and said, “Oh, everything’s going great. I’m just trying to keep it interesting. Rugby isn’t all that entertaining to write about.” Nor to watch, he thought, remembering the excruciating hour-and-a-half he’d spent watching the game for the sports section of the paper.

“Alright, well, keep working,” Dan said. “Remember, we’re short staffed thanks to this damned flu.” He looked across the room to where another one of the writers—Harriet Fordson—was all but sleeping on her desk. Dan stalked over to her, loudly saying, “Fordson! Look alive, it’s not your fucking naptime!”

Oliver ran a hand down his face, downing his whole mug of coffee and focusing on his article.

It was a whole hour of writing, re-writing, and more re-writing before he emailed the finished piece to Dan, and then he left with his notes shoved lazily into his bag.

He was exhausted and felt like shit, to say the least. For one, he’d spent the last night staying up and studying for three different exams, finishing two assignments, and drinking cup after cup of coffee until about 4 in the morning, and he’d woken up at seven in order to get to his first class by 7:30.

He knew he must’ve looked as shitty as he felt. And since he’d woken up, there was a churning in his gut that wouldn’t go away, but he summed it up to just being hungry since he’d had twelve cups of coffee in the last 24 hours and no food. He was done working for the day. He could get something to eat, and then go home to crash on his bed for twenty hours with his cat.

Yeah, he’d do that. Now he just had to figure out what he wanted to—

“Olive!”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile as Isaac came up beside him. The blonde practically radiated Golden Retriever energy, so it was impossible not to smile.

“Hey,” Oliver said, his voice as tired as he was.

Isaac seemed to pick up on this instantly and his own smile faltered slightly. He raised a brow, looking over Oliver’s disheveled appearance. “Well, don’t you look all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “I’m just tired, that’s all. And hungry.”

“I was gonna head out and get some subway,” Isaac said, still grinning. “Wanna come?”

Oliver agreed instantly.

The two boys wound up taking Isaac’s car over to the subway, but on the drive there Oliver felt the ache in his stomach and his headache get worse. And once the two boys had their subs, Oliver felt nauseous after just a couple of bites.

Isaac looked across the tiny subway table and saw Oliver’s grimace as he forced himself to swallow another bite. Setting down his own sandwich, Isaac frowned and asked, “You okay, Olive?”

Oliver nodded without looking at Isaac, taking another forced bite. Isaac’s frown deepened.

Oliver wound up forcing himself to eat the whole sandwich, knowing he had to have some food in his stomach instead of just coffee. By the time he and Isaac were back in the car though, he’d gone three shades paler.

“Want me to bring you back to campus so you can get your car?” Isaac asked, but Oliver shook his head.

“Just take me to my place, please.”

During the drive, Isaac talked. A lot.

He was talking about some friend of his in his psychology class, about his little sister who he was planning to go see that weekend, about his new neighbor who was driving him crazy with blaring loud music, and about—

“Isaac, stop.”

In an instant, Isaac stopped talking and glanced at Oliver. The black-haired guy was glaring out the window, looking almost green. “Olive—”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Oliver said, his voice shaking a little. Saliva was quickly filling his mouth and he could taste not just his sandwich but also his coffee.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, looking for somewhere to stop. “Okay, crap. . . Um, open the glove compartment. There’s plastic bags in there.”

Oliver did just that, hastily opening the glove compartment and grabbing a bag. He opened it just in time to throw up his undigested lunch.

Just the smell made him gag again and continue to puke into the bag.

Isaac cursed softly. Then said, “I keep the bags in here since you get carsick.”

Oliver, still hovering over the bag with a string of drool on his lower lip, was suddenly aware though that this was not carsickness. He swore under his breath before muttering, “I think I got the goddamn flu, Isaac.”

The blonde’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

Again, Oliver gagged and threw up into the bag. The plastic bag was getting heavier.

Oliver was so busy trying to keep his gut in check that he didn’t even realize that Isaac had made a few turns in the wrong directions. They stopped sooner than they should’ve since Oliver’s place was about ten minutes from the subway, not five.

When Oliver looked up and saw Isaac’s apartment, he groaned and dropped his head. “You kidnapped me again, asshole.”

Isaac chuckled and got out of the car, going around to Oliver’s side and opening the door. “Yeah yeah, you can never escape my evil clutches,” he said teasingly as he took the bag from Oliver’s hands. He took the bag over to a trashcan in the parking lot and tossed it in before going back over to Oliver.

Oliver was standing outside the car now, leaning heavily against it. Even more color had drained from his face, and Isaac felt a pang of worry. His own bout with the flu had been real life hell. Knowing Oliver, the smaller guy was gonna have it far worse.

“C’mon, lean on me,” Isaac said, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

Oliver leaned against him with a dizzy whine, trying to swallow down the nausea. Once inside Isaac’s apartment, Oliver beelined for the guest bathroom.

Isaac took a second to grab a rag from his kitchen and a water bottle before going after Oliver.

In less than a minute, Oliver had thrown up in the toilet and was now gagging harshly over the porcelain bowl.

Isaac wet the rag with cold water from the sink before crouching down beside Oliver, wiping down his sweaty nape. “Just get it up. It’ll be better when you’re empty.”

Oliver continued to gag and puke, spitting the taste of his overly-sweetened coffee out of his mouth. Isaac cupped his forehead, hissing at the raging heat. I should take his temperature, the blonde thought to himself.

Oliver barely had time to breathe before more puke jetted from his mouth. Finally, though, he stopped and was left sweaty and panting for air.

Isaac wiped the puke off his best friend’s chin before coaxing Oliver to sit back against the wall and wiping down the black-haired boy’s face with the cold rag.

Oliver’s headache was worse. His body was aching even more. And his stomach—oh God, his stomach—felt like someone had run it through a fucking garbage disposal or something.

There was so much pain, and Oliver even felt a little close to tears because of how bad it hurt. Is this how it felt for Isaac?! And for all the other poor souls that this flu had gotten to?!

“I’ll get you some fresh clothes. You sweat though these,” Isaac said softly wiping the cold rag down Oliver’s flushed cheek before standing and setting the rag on the counter. He opened the water bottle, handed it to Oliver, said “small sips”, and then left.

Oliver blinked heavily, everything seeming hazy in his slight delirium. He wanted to sleep. He just really wanted to sleep.

Isaac came back with some clothes in his hands. He helped Oliver take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers before helping him put on a plain white t-shirt and some shorts.

Isaac had also brought a thermometer and held it up to Oliver, saying “Under the tongue.”

Oliver, dazed and sleepy, obeyed. Isaac watched the number climb before it beeped and stopped at 101.7 °F. Shit.

Isaac sighed and took the thermometer, setting it on the bathroom counter. Then he crouched in front of Oliver again.

“I feel like shit,” Oliver groaned. “Was yours this bad?”

Isaac knew his wasn’t. Oliver had the stomach of a five-year-old, and Isaac had known that this stomach flu was going to hit his best friend hard eventually.

Instead of answering, Isaac grabbed Oliver’s arms and said, “You need to be in bed.”

Oliver allowed himself to be pulled up, but as soon as he was on his feet it felt as if all of his blood went rushing down and his head felt detached from his body. He swayed, feeling the world tilting to the side before Isaac’s arms wrapped around him.

“Holy shit,” he heard the blonde curse, and then Isaac lowered himself and Oliver to the floor since, clearly, Oliver couldn’t even stand.

Oliver felt so dizzy. So sleepy.

Suddenly, one of Isaac’s arms was under his knees while Isaac’s other arm went around his shoulders, and the blonde scooped him up bridal style.

It was no struggle; Oliver weighed practically nothing and Isaac may not have still been a jock like he was in high school, but he was still strong.

Oliver closed his eyes, pressing his temple to Isaac’s shoulder to try and ease the throbbing pain in his head.

In a matter of seconds, Oliver was laid down on a bed and he felt sheets pulled over him.

He didn’t open his eyes, but he could hear moving around and suddenly there was something wet and cold on his forehead. More moving around, the lights in the room darkened behind his lids, something was set down next to the bed, and then Oliver felt Isaac climb into the bed next to him.

He opened his eyes then and looked to his side. Isaac was laying down next to him, and Oliver frowned. “I might throw up on you,” he mumbled, making Isaac smile and laugh.

“Y’know what? I’ll take the risk.” The blonde got comfortable on his side, scooting closer to Oliver, and then his hand flattened on Oliver’s stomach.

The irony was not lost on either of them, and the second they locked eyes they both smiled and laughed.

When Isaac’s hand started to rub gently, Oliver felt his cheeks grow warm and he hoped that Isaac didn’t notice.

Isaac’s head wound up on Oliver’s shoulder, and Oliver couldn’t help but think about how warm and comfortable he was. Finally, he could sleep. And as he allowed himself to drift off, three words kept playing over and over in his head:

I love you.

[milalovesmatt]

“please mommy”

eric cartman/kenny mccormick/kyle broflofski/stan marsh x reader

(separate)

NSFW WARNING!!

eric cartman

it was right after you just dominated eric oh my gosh he was moaning and whining and crying just all of it but lucky you got a video and you were waiting for just the perfect time to tell him about it. one day he was being bossy and you showed him the video snd he went ballistic “wait baby dont show that to them dumbass!” “ oh but i just might if you keep this attitude~” “dont please” “ beg for me eric.” “p-please im b-begging please m-mommy anything j-just don’t show m-my friends” “okay!”

kenny mccormick

you just dommed kenny, he was sweating and everything. two days later he was talking to another girl a little too friendlyish so you pulled him to the side “hey babe wyd talking to that girl” “ we’re just friends!” “for now..” “ what was that?” “nothing love!” “oh okay well can i get back to talking to her?” “ofcorse just iif you want me to show the whole gc this video of you being a sub” “okay” “okay” he starts to walk away “wait kenny come back!” “ hm?” “ i love you💕” “ love you too” he then gives you a kiss “btw i didint send it to the gc love im sorry” “i know❤️”

kyle broflofski

you basically already know what im going to say right now long story short u dommed kyle duh and he was abt to leave your house “babyy why are you leaving so early” “ oh now your being clingy” “i want cuddles☹️” “ sorry babe i told kenny i would go to the movies with him tonight” “☹️☹️☹️” “im sorryyy i’ll be back in two hours” “okay well then i guess i will just have to show this video to cartman” “ wait what video?” “oh nothing just this video of me dominating u🤭” “what no doll please” “well then i guess u just have to dich kennyyyy” “honey yk i cant do that” “or if u want to beg for me” “ughhh” “come on dont be a whore beg.” “p-please” you sit in silence “please mommy” you ruffle his hair “there we go!” okay sweetheart u can go! kyle is blushing sm

stan marsh

he got home and you were on a ft call with kyle kenny and eric then he walked in the room “hey babe im home” “hey!” “wyd” “nothing much just calling the boys” “without ME?!?!?” he says in a sarcastic tone “sorry babe you were at work”  “ugh love birds shut up for a second playing roblox” “cartman i didint know u were a sticky i pad kid too, i thought u were just fat!” “shut up u stupid jew” “omg let me join ur server rn” “ew no” “soo y/n what did u and stan do this weekend that was important for him to CANCEL OUR PLANS😡” “oh uhmm..” “oh i know exactly what me and stanley did this weekend” you say with a smirk, that made stan blush. once u started talking he shushed u and hung up on them💀

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #117

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, this is The Frank Program. I’m Frank -”

“- and I’m Big Mike. Today’s guest is the most popular streamer on all of Twitch.TV, here in the studio we have Mr. Hellspawn!”

“How’s it going?” Hellspawn spoke softly into his microphone.

“Uh…” Frank shuffled through his notes, which Mike had prepared for him. “Wasn’t I supposed to ask you that?”

Mike patted him on the back. “Don’t worry about that, Frankie. Anyway, Mr. Hellspawn, why don’t you tell us a little about what you do for the listeners who aren’t aware?”

“Sure thing, Mike. My job is a little hard to explain, but I’ll start at the beginning. When I first started streaming, the hot thing to do was to play videogames. People want to see other people play games because it’s a social activity, at least originally, but on Twitch, it’s different. We don’t really know each other, we’re not really friends, but instead it’s more like a substitute for that. That’s why I really blew up about four years ago. Everyone was stuck inside, nowhere to go, nothing to do. They wanted some company.”

“So, uh, what makes you special, then?” Frank asked.

“If you ask me, I think I just got lucky. But I guess people liked my specific way of interacting with the audience. I’d say, ‘chat, help me out here, should I go down this tunnel or cross this bridge?’ and, you know, they’d vote on it basically.”

“That doesn’t seem so hard to understand.”

“Sure, but now it’s a little different. Instead of mostly playing games and talking to the audience here and there, people seem not to want me to play games so much anymore. I always give them the option, but whenever I put it up to a vote, my subs just want to see me doing normal everyday stuff. I’ve got cameras set up all over my house. Game room, kitchen, bedroom…”

“Bedroom?”

“Some of my fans pay for a little extra, if you catch my drift.”

Frank’s eyes popped wide open. “You’re a prostitute?!?”

“Hey, hey, hey…” Mike chuckled nervously. “How about we don’t go there, Frank?”

Frank was indignant. “It’s a simple question!”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine, guys. It’s basically an after-dark stream that costs money to watch. I don’t have sex with anyone for money.”

Frank glared at Mike. “See? It was a good question!”

“I only get a little naked. A little. But more people like to watch me cook and just chat about life. It’s kind of meditative for me, you know? I’ve got my Hell Squad over for dinner every night. And they’re happy to send me money to keep the whole thing going. I haven’t worked a traditional job since 2019, so I can spend all my time on this. Five days a week, dawn to dusk.”

“So, tell me Mr. Hellspawn, where did you come up with that name?”

“Not a lot of people know this, but I’ve had that name since kindergarten. I was a real troublemaker as a kid, and my father would always call me Mr. Hellspawn whenever I did anything he didn’t like. I don’t really talk to him anymore, but that name has stuck with me. I wear it as a badge of honor. Barely anyone in my life calls me by my legal name… which I guess he also gave me.”

Frank looked over at the empty corner. “You… don’t talk to your father anymore?”

“No, not at all. We were never very close at the best of times. He kicked me out when I was fifteen and we haven’t spoken since.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It doesn’t really bother me anymore, to be honest. He used to haunt my dreams, but… Now, I don’t think I can even remember his face.”

Frank’s hands shook. He gripped the microphone stand to keep them stationary.

Mike cleared his throat to break the dead air. “What are some of your favorite moments from your livestream?”

Hellspawn chuckled. “I think that might be when I tried making veal schnitzel from scratch. I ended up breading my hand by mistake, and the chat just kept saying, ‘glove hand! Glove hand!’ It’s become one of many inside jokes with my community.”

“And how was the schnitzel?”

“Oh, it was terrible. I had no idea what I was doing. It was like a piece of shoe leather with burnt grease on the outside. I had to order takeout.”

Frank breathed heavily. “I have to go.”

Mike was confused. “Buddy, we just got started! Do you always end your shows early?”

“I just… I can’t…”

“We can take a break -”

“No, no, no! I need to get out of here!”

“Fine! I’ll finish the damn show. I’m doing most of the work anyway. Do your closing line before you leave.”

“I… I’ve been The Frank Program. Thank you - Thank you for letting me be…” he made eye contact with Hellspawn and panicked. He quickly ran out of the studio and slammed the door.

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 26 April 2023

Back on track with a satisfyingly productive writing week -   I touched 6 fics (5 WIPs  & 1 new work)  for a total of  2281 words.  

On Ao3, I posted:

Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) - Chapter 1 --  A WinterIron –>Stuckony  hookup fic  featuring Identity Porn, and mild Dom/Sub play.

An Arranged Insult  -  No Powers/Flower Shop AU Stucky meet-cute

A Moving Target   -  Bucky & Steve & Clint (and Tony) firing range shenanigans drabble.     

I  have  15 active WIPs  with my  current  deadlines being  the Stucky and Avengers bingos.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2300-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Twenty fills with two bingos and 3 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  Leaning toward the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with for awhile: a Modern No Powers AU where Bucky’s high school crush (skinny!Steve) is a model in a softcore porn mag.

* G3 - Music -- used this for the  Stucky Bingo April 2023 Round Robin  - a College AU featuring mutual pining and meddling friends.  I contributed 348 words to the 1733 total.

*O1 - Identity Porn -  Posted the first chapter of Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away)      It’s a WinterIron –>Stuckony  Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt :  Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn    It came in at 2192 words and crossed over with my    WIB   Praise Kink,  BB_C4 Rich and ACB April adoptable Submission squares and is going multichapter.  Chapter 2 will fill my BBB KINK: “Please let me come” and WIB Edging squares and is up to 357 words.  I would estimate another 1.5-ish k words to wrap things up …?

* O4 - AU: Supernatural -  got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow   is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine).    I really need to pick this back up & get it going 😬

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics – Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts –> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession.  I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁  I’ve got 715 words in so far  and may try to crossover with something from my new BBB card!

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This  time around the card is a 3x3,  so am looking at writing different   pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve.    I have 3 fills  completed and three WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.   Need to get moving on this as well!

*A2 -  “Don’t leave me, please.” -  maybe combine with SB Adoptable -Remix own fic?  

* B2 - Crossover AU – this might be a good excuse to resurrect my Star Wars  Stucky/Stuckony AU - Never More to Go Astray …  

* B3 - Mistaken Identity -  I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey  Western AU   Decision at Sundown   based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle”  FFC23 prompt.   The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit.  😁

* C1 - Babysitter AU -   Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my  ACB Babysitter square and will involve  Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans.  Chapter 1 is sitting at  2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words)  with another 500-ish already in chapter 2 (300-ish are mine).

* C2 - Accidentally in Love - using this  and my BB_C4 Omegaverse square for chapter 2 of Making All Things New  Omega!Sex Worker!Bucky falling for  Alpha!Cap!Steve  (and vice versa) during an assignment.  It’s up to 1460 words and I’m probably ending the chapter here  and add one more to finish the fic it up.

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good  Steve/Sam square, especially if I combine it with my  SWB Steve Rogers square.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs.  The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.   Thanks to crossovers, I have  two fils and WIPs for the other two squares!  

* C1 - Omegaverse -  see  AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

* C3 - No Powers –  Posted   An Arranged Insult  this morning -  thanks to some brainstorming help in the All Caps Bingo Discord server, I paired this with my Bucky Barnes Bingo square  AU: Flower Shop  for a Stucky ficlet based on the meme   “How do you say ‘fuck you’ with flowers?”  - it came in at 679 words.

* C4 - Myth - thinking I can combine this with the SB  Supernatural AU square idea above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got nine completed fics, four WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.  

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.   (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship -  see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see  AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of   A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill. 

* April Adoptable - Submission -- see SB_R4 Identity Porn above.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* B2 - Miscommunication - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF195 Filled with Clarity]  for  Truth and Consequences - a TFatWS compliant  Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet.   It will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.  

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers  – see AvB  Dog Tags  above.

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but   think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* I1 - Edging - using this with Chapter 2 of  Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away),  my WinterIron –>Stuckony  Steve POV WIP based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt :  Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn  

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the drafted  Chapter 7 of   Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all.  This chapter is coming in at 2988 words and  will post May 5th.

* N2 - Praise Kink - see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn

* O4 - Steve Rogers - possibily chapter 8 of  Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’), where Bucky’s worlds start to collide.  It’s up to 944 words and Discoveries are Being Made.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

Am still trying to match up squares to crossfill, but have 1 fill,  five WIPs and a couple more Vague ideas already.

* B1 - AU: Medieval/Fantasy -  see SB AU: Supernatural above.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye -  Dredged up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun.  Chapter 3 was already in progress and is now up to 548 words.   

* U5 - AU: Flower Shop -  see  BBB_C4   No Powers AU above.

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?  

* C2 - Yelena Belova –  see AvB Babysitter AU

* C4 - KINK: “Please let me come.”  See SB  Identity Porn above - Chapter 2.

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

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On  other creative fronts:  I have a Frankenstein’s Monster Stuffed With Character figure in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes  Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June  so am  pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[hecking-fight-me]

The best sub places are as follows:

1st: Jimmy Johns

2nd: Subway

3rd: Firehouse

4th: Penn Station

5th: I can’t think of any more

[thefuseoftemptation]

IT’S YOUR TURN ||

PT.2 “IT’S YOUR TURN AGAIN” HERE

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER

SUMMARY: Before Harrington, you were the one that tended to the group of children. The both of you co-parenting the lot, but when he can’t be there guess who’s turn it is to look after them? Though what you weren’t expecting was to get pulled into their game when waiting for them after school, therefore meeting the well known leader of the club.

A/N: M’sorry to any errors made on DnD—I know nothing, nada. So if there are references I make that are not proper, well now you know why. So,,,,yeah—

WARNING(S): cussing, nothing much but some fuckin pinning.

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The door shut from behind you as you just got back from the store, hell, was that all there was to it? Graduated and not having a single fuckin clue where you were heading. Well, it was supposed to be you getting out of this hole of a town but things change. Setting the bags on the counter, you toss the keys to the side and grab a beer from the fridge.

The telephone rung from its spot on the wall, picking it up, you leaned against it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Steve.” The all too common voice of your friend spoke.

“Oh, Harrington. What has it been? Weeks, months, or was it years? Last time I remember—”

“The hell are going on about? We talked just the other day, went to go see that film together, you know the one?” He queried

“Yeah I know, but it seems the only time you really call is because you need something, now what is it?”

“Alright you got me. I have a something to go to so I can’t be there to pick up the children.”

“Why is that my concern?” You pressed

“Uh, as I remember they are yours too.”

“Hey! No they aren’t. I just got stuck with them years back and haven’t been able to get rid of them since.”

“Well, I have been stuck with them these last few times! Or more like years feels like. I swear I’m constantly the babysitter!”

“So? Keep it that way.”

“Nuh uh, it’s your turn Y/L/N.”

“Oh, I forgot mommy needs their time to get fucked.”

“Mommy needs his time from the little devils! Could you seriously just for once, help me out here?” He begged

“Hmm, tempting but I think I’ll decline. Thanks though.”

“Y/N.”

“Alright alright, you owe me though. Where are you going that’s so important?”

“I don’t owe you, it’s your turn. And I have a date.”

“You’re making me pick them up because you have a date?”

You roll your eyes which you probably know for sure Harrington could tell.

“Just don’t be late to get them. They get off at 4 but you know, the whole club thing they got going doesn’t end till hours later so you’ll get them then.”

“Oh yeah, forgot ‘bout their little game.”

“Yeah, Henderson called me earlier looking for somebody to sub in, like I want to spend my time with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.”

He’s still there?

“Why must you insist on calling him that? You conforming like all the other fuckin people of the town?”

“Y/N, the guy is a little, you know—” he whistles through the speaker of the phone, as if trying to say Munson was a loony. You knew your friend well enough to know exactly what he meant.

"Jesus Christ, thought he’d given the bird to Higgins years back.” You say but it’s more to yourself.

“Yeah no, he’s there repeating senior year for—what, the 3rd time?” Steve retorts

“At least Munson has intentions to run the hell out of here.” You state

“Sure, when he graduates whenever that may be. I mean come on, the guy spends his time playing some game with children. Majority of his friends are children. You know how lame that is?”

The line suddenly went quiet, your brows creased and your head cocks to the side as you wait for him to get it. 

“Steve.”

“I heard it....” he sighs

“Can’t judge him though, so he struggled a little and maybe still is. We shouldn’t be ones to talk, I mean look at us? We’re co-parenting a group of children that aren’t even ours and will be spending our lives not knowing what’s next. Not only that but when we aren’t working or running through town, we’re off defending the said town from these things so they won’t cross over to the other side and kill us, ending all as we know it.”

That was dark.

“Huh? We are so lame. Well, I should get going, got work then a date after so I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forget the children and don’t be late!”

“Yes, Dear.” You say teasingly before you hung up.

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You were parked out at the front of the school, with nothing in general or nowhere to typically be so you chose to just wait there. The thought seemed well and thoroughly thought out initially, but as the digits on your watch went by ever so slowly, you began to question it all. It didn’t help that the Indiana temperatures were increasing.

How much longer?

Looking at the watch again, you see the numbers— 3:37. The bell hadn’t even rung to dismiss school for the day, honestly what the hell. There was nobody to put at fault except you. Sighing you unbuckle the seat belt and reach in the back for the talkie that the group of, now freshman, given you when you first looked after them which was in 83.’

Turning the button through the statics you listen for the clear—indicating the proper channel you guys use. 

“Does anybody copy?” You wait and wait, seconds passing before you try again.

“Hello, guys?...” 

“Seriously, the one time I use this fuckin thing and you don’t fuckin answer, what a cheap and low move. I know you little fuckers can hear me so pick up, now.”

For the next few minutes that’s all you did. Annoy them till they answered.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. We hear you but we’re in class, what is it?” Dustin responds

“What time do you guys get out? And I don’t mean by the bell, I mean from your club.” 

“Um, depends on when we finish. It could be hours. Why?” 

Hours?? 

“I fuckin hate Harrington.”

“Why? What did Steve do?” The boy queries

“Nothing, the bastard just fucked me over and I bought it. I’m here to pick you children up but am now noticing that it was a mistake to come by so soon.”

“Wait, you’re here?!” Mike channels in

“Yeah, out front in the car.”

“Get out. You’re joining us for DnD.” And with that both of them leave.

“Uh, excuse me?! Hello? You fuckin—” The bell rung signaling the end of school for the day. You bite your fist and put the antenna down, grumbling as you get out of the vehicle and make your way in. You swear on Van Halen, you were going to wring their necks in your hands. Beginning with Harrington.

. . .

The student body crowded the halls, trying to get out the doors as quickly as they could. Ugh you don’t miss that. You took to the side, waiting for it to clear. You weren’t sure why you came in when you did but you guess it was better than sitting in the heat.

You kept checking your watch. Were you supposed to meet them here or in the room where the game was hosted? You weren’t sure. You paced back and forth, finding interest in the ceiling.

“Y/N!” You heard the boys call, as they were running to you, not even giving you a chance to utter a word before they pulled you down the corridor, suddenly stopping in front of a door. Probably the theater room from what you could remember.

“Jesus, warn me next time. What is it? Why did you have me come in?” 

Out of breath and in sweat from the nerves they were feeling, they let out

“We need you to sub in for DnD.” Mike said

Oh hell no.

You chuckle, clearly amused and thinking they’re joking. “That’s hilarious but no.”

“What?! Y/N, you swore whenever we need you, that you would be there by our sides to help us.” Dustin pointed

“When did I say that? Was I high?”

“That’s not the point. Please, Y/N. Eddie will lose it if we don’t have a sub for Lucas, we told him we would get somebody.”

“So you lied to him? Now, why would you do that?” You say putting your hands on your hips. Ugh you sound and probably look like Steve.

“Because! He would kill us!” Mike exclaimed

“And we technically didn’t lie, we have a sub here.” Dustin said gesturing to you

“Yeah, but it’s last minute. Not only that, but you went all day without a lead and are now using me. That’s luck buddy. What would’ve happened if I hadn’t showed or called you little fuckers, huh?” You said with a glint in your eyes

“Well, we don’t have to know since it’s figured out. So, everybody wins—” 

“I don’t.”

“Shut up, not counting you.” Dustin butted

They both ushered you to the door, opening it and heading in. 

It was dimmed in there, the only lighting coming from the little fixtures spread throughout the room. There was a table resting at the center, covered with the what you assume to be the game. Dice lying, ready to be rolled. You could make out a few of the members, seeing as they were students in grades under to your graduating class. It had gotten quiet when you entered, the guys of the group staring as you passed, with their mouths parted and eyes wide.

“We’re here Eddie and we got a sub.”

There at the end of the table in a throne like chair, was no other than Eddie Munson. Known also as the freak of the school and the town in general. He had been sorting through his book and preparing for the night when he looked up, grin suddenly faltering at the sight of you.

Why were you here?? Y/N Y/L/N?? Of all people, Henderson and Wheeler had to get the one person, Eddie had been pinning after for years. Crush would be an understatement, he was utterly and heavily weak for you. 

He fumbled with what was in hand and cleared his throat. Trying to keep it together in your presence. Subtle.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? Do my eyes deceive me or is it, Y/L/N?” He said coming over to greet you

“Hey, Munson. How have you been? High school treating you well still?” You say, visibly wincing at your choice of words. Remembering just how much he got picked on, you could only see it as worse now.

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that. It’s real good to see that you’re still yourself.” You said offering a partial side hug which Eddie was quick to reciprocate.

He was feeling hot suddenly, hoping you couldn’t feel the sweat that was beginning to form on his back and behind his neck. Maybe his hands too? You smelt so good. Jesus H Christ, Munson...

“It’s a pleasure to see you here Y/L/N. Heard you’ll be subbing in for Sinclair?” He asked pulling back much to his dismay, and grabbing a few strands of his untamed curls.

“Uh yeah, seems like it. Listen, I’m not even sure how the game goes, alright? So, just giving you a warning because you guys will probably spend majority of it teaching me. I only know of it because I used to watch over these two when they were young.” You say nodding to the two freshman beside you. You thought back to all those times of the basement and how they’d be down there for hours at a time. Getting into the roles and overall just being themselves with Will Byers there too, of course.

Eddie rocked back and forth in understanding. He honestly would prolong explaining it to you if it meant he got to be close and spend that time with you near by.

Clapping his hands together, Eddie spoke “No worries, we all begin somewhere,” He said staring fondly at you with those eyes of his.

The group of guys could only watch the interaction from the sides. The older members giving each other knowing looks, like Gareth and Jeff. On the other hand, Dustin and Mike were trying to comprehend what was going on and why their club leader seemed so, what’s the word, less intimidating to you. They questioned why he hadn’t given you the usual approach of seeing if you were worthy to participate. 

“So, can Y/N play or not?” Dustin asked interrupting

Henderson.

Eddie clenched his fist and turned his head, not pleased that the little butt interrupted “Sure thing.” Eddie said gesturing forth for you and then guiding you to a seat by him. "M’lady.” He said and pulled the chair out. You chuckled and took the seat, thanking him as he settled in his.

“Alright so, here we have the handbook—which basically tells you the rules and essentials. Here, you also put together your character.” Eddie presented gently, making sure you understood what it was you were supposed to do. Once you were through with that and giving it a name, Eddie spoke,

“Let it commence…”

. . .

You were packing up, it was well into the night as you had been there for hours. Everybody had left, only leaving you guys. The two boys were seated at the table and getting through on assignments as you helped Eddie clean up. Telling them that you’ll be leaving shortly to get something to eat before you dropped them off.

It had been hours of rolling the dice and crossing fingers as you tried to get high numbers. At the results, you managed to make a successful hit which earned the table to erupt in shouts.

“Thanks for having me, Munson.” You expressed

“You’re welcome anytime, Y/L/N. Who knew you were skilled at DnD,” he teased

You chuckle, “beginners luck I guess.” You finished cleaning and grabbed your things, calling out to the two boys to get ready.

All of you left out the door and down the hall to the exit of the school. It was quiet and empty, something you weren’t used to. Getting out to the parking lot, you tossed the keys to Dustin.

“Turn it on will you.” He nodded

“Bye, Eddie.” They waved

“Bye, my little sheep—until next time.”

You looked to the club leader who was already staring back at you “Thanks again, Munson.” He smiled and bowed. “Why of course, Y/L/N.”

Giving him a quick hug and glancing once more at him before you turned heel and left. Eddie was contemplating if he should do it. If he should just ask you. Part of him though was not really looking or feeling to be rejected especially by you of all people. Though he doubts you would do it to hurt him.

So as you reached for the handle, he yelled out. “Hey, Y/L/N!” Running up, and earning a concerned look from you.

“What is it?”

“I uh, well y’know—like I said, you’re welcomed any time.” He said, not really saying what was intended. You nodded, deep within disappointment filled. Not because of the offer but because you were kind of expecting and maybe thinking of something more.

“Well, that was a waste…” Mike commented under his breath from the back seat.

“Oh uh, thank you. Night, Munson.” You said getting in the drivers side and reversing.

Eddie watched the car, noticing Henderson from the passenger window, mouthing something. He couldn’t tell what it was but Eddie could only assume he had that tone to his voice. He sighed and went to his van that was parked cross the lot, getting in a turning on the music. Maybe it’ll help him forget his regret of not asking. Reversing, he drove out of there.

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A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

[smutsonian]

Mafia bucky with size kink, belly bulge, choking with vibration arm, sub space, daddy kink, creampie kink and squirting, breeding kink, maybe exhibitionism with Steve. This could lead to a part 2 as a 3 way with double vaginal penetration, no anal

that smile on her face

bucky barnes x reader

summary: mafia!bucky x reader ft. mafia!boss!steve and it’s basically just p0rn with a little bit of plot i guess.

warnings: smut, (whatevers written in the ask), violence, rumlow, not proofread, idk please tell me if I missed something.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: why was it so hard to write this fic vjhafvu im rusty with writing soz

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It was becoming too much for you. The palpable tension between the two brooding men and the looming figures of terrifying men on each side that serves as guards for both sides didn’t bring you any comfort and the fact that your boyfriend is a few feet away from you right now isn’t giving you any reassurance that this situation is under control.

 Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend, stands face to face with an unknown man wearing an eerie smile on his face but his aura is producing anything but a positive vibe while your boyfriend stands beside Steve, glaring at the strange man. You thought you remembered someone calling him Rumlow.

 You know about your boyfriend’s line of work but you never really got to witness his job with your own eyes. Life with Bucky has always been laughs and giggles, passion and love behind closed doors so you never really thought about the dangers that may come with his job. You thought you could continue to live happily and carefree with him until now. 

When you saw Rumlow turning his attention to Bucky’s louring face and smirking at the emotion he’s able to get from your boyfriend made your stomach turn. You saw Rumlow’s hand rise from his side and time seemed to stop for you when you saw a gun pointed in your boyfriend’s direction. You saw your Bucky’s jaw clenching and you couldn’t help the small whimper escaping your lips when Rumlow turns the safety off with a deafening click.

 Bucky’s eyes subtly searched your face but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were begging Rumlow to drop his gun and let your boyfriend be but the moment Rumlow turns to look at you, your stomach begins to feel more horrible than it already is. But you would do everything for your Bucky. You had to try.

 “P-Please don’t…” You stutter, glancing at the gun pointing towards your Bucky then looking back up at Rumlow. 

 He mockingly juts his bottom lip out, pouting at you before tilting his head to the side. “No?” He asks.

 You could only nod, ignoring Bucky who was trying his best to get your attention, for sure trying to make you stop talking to Rumlow.

 “This your girl, Barnes?” Rumlow asks, scanning your form but nobody answers him.

 Rumlow chuckles before putting the gun down, giving you a sense of relief before your breath hitches when the gun is suddenly pointed in your direction. 

 “Should I just shoot you then, little girl?” 

 Bucky’s form stiffens, as well as Steve’s and his guards, ready for an order to attack when Rumlow speaks up again.

 “Are you willing to risk your life for this motherfucker?” 

 You didn’t know if it was your nerves making you dizzy but everything went by in a flash but in slow motion at the same time. You saw Bucky side-stepping quickly towards you, his metal arm raising as if to shield you both. A bullet makes contact with his metal arm before bouncing off of it and you stare at his arm in awe before looking at him with crazed eyes. He scans you for a quick second before he rushes you both out of the place, and onto a car before caressing your face with both of his hands. The sounds of guns being fired filling your ears.

 “You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” His words are dark and it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know him. If he wasn’t giggling with you about a silly movie yesterday, you would’ve been frightened of him.

 When you don't answer, he tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to focus on him instead of the continuous gunfire.

 “Y-You’re arm… How did you know it would save us?” You stared at his face while your hand absentmindedly wrapped over his metal hand, caressing it gently.

 His eyes flicker to your hand on his metal ones before looking back at you with an earnest look. “I didn’t. I just know that I had to protect you.” He says, chest heaving as he finally let himself show his emotions. Something that he only does with you.

 “Y-you… You could’ve died, Bucky…” 

 “I will do anything to protect you, doll.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before the driver’s door opens and Steve crawls in, breathing heavily.

 “We gotta fucking go,” was the only thing he says before stepping on the gas.

 You did your best to ignore the blood splattered on his face and the white shirt under his black suit.

 You lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder as he hugs you extra close to him, fearing that you might slip away from him and you bask in the closeness and warmth of his body. Your brain starts to fog up, and the only words running inside it are the words your Bucky said. You snuggle closer to him, humming unknowingly in satisfaction.

 ‘I will do anything to protect you, doll.’

  Bucky Barnes watched you curling closer to him, your cheeks brushing against his arm as your eyes remained close, face finally relaxing as you go deeper into slumber. He smiled at your form, pecking the top of your head before pulling you closer to his body. 

 If someone told him that his heart would be palpitating because of a pretty little thing like you, he would’ve shot them in the head for poking jokes at him but now that you’re beside him…

 “Is she okay?” Steve’s voice cuts Bucky’s thoughts off as Steve looks at him through the rearview mirror, quickly turning back to look at him then towards his girl with worried eyes.

 “She’s resting. Calm for now.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the thought of you producing tears for the likes of Rumlow. His heart skips a beat at the memory of that gun being pointed at you. His grip on the door handle becomes tighter while he tries his best to keep his other hand calm, the one that he’s holding you with.

 “She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her. I know you won’t. I sure as hell won’t…” Steve gives Bucky a reassuring smile, mumbling the last words under his breath. 

 The car ride was silent throughout the ride, thoughts eating up on Bucky’s mind as he thinks of Steve’s words as well as what to do with you. How to make things up for you because he’s taking the blame for you being in a very dangerous position. 

 “We’re here,” Steve states, stopping the car and getting out before quickly going over to Bucky’s side, opening the door for Bucky and a groggy you. You’re still in Bucky’s arms, already squirming into consciousness while Bucky tries to coo you back to sleep.

 “Need any help?” 

 “I got it,” Bucky answers Steve before carrying you inside the manor, Steve quietly following behind.

 Once inside, Bucky feels you squirming more and he lets you go, gently putting you down on your feet. He looks down at your face that’s looking back up at him with a blank expression. He takes note of Steve’s form leaning on the doorway.

 “Bucky…” He hears you mumble.

 “What is it, princess?” Bucky notes the way your eyes flutters at the nickname and he fights a smile that wants to force its way onto his face.

 “You almost d-died because of me,” Your sob breaks his heart and he’s suddenly on you. He’s eager to make you wipe the tears away. Eager to bring back the smile that always makes him swoon because this isn’t how he wants to see you cry. 

 “Don’t cry, princess. I’ll do anything for you even if that means getting hurt.” He continues to wipe at your tears but it was no use. You’re a broken dam right now.

 “Daddy’s here, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He whispers, not caring if Steve hears him but he takes note of the way Steve’s form stiffens by the doorway. It wasn’t hard to miss because of his broad shoulders. 

 “You trust Daddy, right, Princess?” He pulls back, caressing your face and that’s when he sees it.

 Your eyes are fogged, face wet with tears but the flow has stopped. You’re just looking at him with those foggy eyes filled with something so much intensity.

 “Yes, daddy. I trust you.” He hears you whisper and he knows you’re deep in your space right now.

 Bucky wipes your face with a cloth that’s conveniently in his pocket before walking back, away from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch but one word from him made you stop.

 “Stay.”

 Bucky feels himself grow proud at your obedience. He flicks a look at Steve before looking back at you.

 “Take your clothes off for Daddy, princess.” 

 “Steve, you fucking stay there.” He doesn’t even glance at Steve but he hears his steps stopping. You didn’t even notice his words towards Steve because you were eagerly obeying his command, stripping out of your clothes with haste.

 “Come here, princess,” Bucky motions you to come over and you do. He instantly wraps his metal hand around your throat, not clenching it at all. He just rests his hand on your throat, careful not to frighten you.

 “You trust me, princess?” He asks one more time.

 “Yes, yes I do, daddy.” You breathe out, nodding against his hold which he tightens. Bucky’s eyes flicker at how your thighs clenched together and hear the tiny moan slipping out of your mouth.

 “You like this, princess? You like my hand around your pretty little throat?” Bucky tightens his hold a little more, eyes gleaming at how his hand is covering your whole neck now. 

 “Your neck is so tiny, I can easily crush it, princess. You’re not afraid of me?” Instead of being afraid, you whine, suddenly thrusting your naked hips towards him and he chuckles at you before letting you go. 

 Bucky glances at Steve who was fixing his pants, no doubt tightening uncomfortably at the scene in front of him.

 Bucky stares at you, eyes begging for him to touch you but he ignores it before walking over to the long sofa and sitting down. He pats his lap as he calls for you which you eagerly obeyed, almost skipping your way towards his lap. You were about to straddle him when he stops you.

 He turns your body with so much ease before pulling you down, earning an “oof” from you when your back hits his hard chest. He guides your legs so they’re resting outside of his legs. He easily spreads your legs with his and he dwells at the shiver your body makes when you’re completely exposed.

 “Sit, Steve.” Bucky motions to the long sofa opposite to where the both of you are sitting and he feels you stiffening against him so he whispers soothing words in your ears. “I got you, princess.”

 Steve walks towards the sofa before awkwardly sitting. Bucky could see how much his best friend was trying to control himself but, in the end, his best friend loses his inner battle for he looks at you and then to your cunt, before looking back at you.

 “Don’t worry about Steve, princess. We can trust him. He did kill that awful man for you…” He chuckles at the way your body shivers, your stiffness has long gone now.

 “H-he did?”

 “Yes. Now let’s give Steve a little show, yeah? Show him just how fucking precious my princess is…” Bucky’s metal finger goes to your breasts, teasing each of them with equal attention. He pulls little whimpers from you here and there and he can see Steve squirming uncomfortably from across the both of you and he chuckles.

 “Don’t be shy, Steve. You can touch yourself.” Bucky’s free hand goes to your core, rubbing his fingers on your clit, making your moans grow louder.

 “But you won’t be able to touch my girl. You can just watch and you can be thankful that I’m letting you.” Bucky takes pride in how he’s able to make his best friend look so powerless when he’s the boss. Right now, Bucky is the boss though.

 “D-daddy!” You’re suddenly shaking against Bucky as you reach your first peak, your juice covering Bucky’s fingers while his other hand continues to play with your hard nipples.

 Bucky hears a groan from Steve, smirking how his friend has his hand down his pants pathetically.

 Bucky continues to play with your body, pulling a few more orgasms from you until you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s giving you. 

 Now that’s how he wants to see you cry. Only in pleasure and nothing else. Only the best for his girl.

 “Daddy, please!” You scream at Bucky, your small hands gripping his flesh hand that was on your cunt.

 “What is it, princess? Tell daddy what you want.” 

 “W-want more, daddy,” you whisper, almost shyly, and Bucky coos at your embarrassed face.

 “You need to be more specific than that, princess. Don’t be shy. You’re so fucking beautiful that you got Steve and me so fucking hard, baby.” He turns your head to the side before pressing a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue lapping every corner of your mouth before pulling away, admiring the string of saliva that connects your lips.

 “Tell daddy what you want, princess. Be more specific this time.” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it and earning another whimper from you.

 “Want your cock in me, daddy,” you finally say, begging with your hips grinding against his hard cock that’s under you. 

 He hums in approval before easily lifting you up and positioning his tip in your entrance. He looks at Steve who was looking hungrily at your slit that’s ready to take his swollen cock.

 A gaudy moan escapes from your mouth as Bucky pulls your body down his cock, your head instantly falling back to his shoulder at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

 “Fuck!” Bucky hisses at the feeling of your warm and very tight walls hugging his thick cock.

 “God, baby… You’re so fucking tight!” Bucky’s eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching him and he even whimpers when you start to grind against his lap, asking for more.

 He gives it to you. 

 He stares at Steve’s face as he guides your body on top of his, bouncing you on his lap while thrusting his hips into you to reach deeper inside of you.

 Bucky sees Steve’s hungry eyes staring at a certain spot as he bites his bottom lip. Bucky follows his gaze and he too, grows even more hungry, if that’s even possible, at the sight of your lower abdomen bulging out every time his cock thrusts deep inside your tight cunt.

 “Princess…” Bucky groans, stopping you from bouncing, earning a whine from you which turns into loud cries of pleasure when he starts impelling you with his cock again and again. His flesh hand goes to press on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you.

 The three of you groan at the scene and Bucky looks back at Steve, smirking and moaning at the same time. Seeing Steve hungrily looking at you but not being able to touch you gives him a rush. Especially when Steve is choking his own cock while he watches the both of you. Oh, Bucky loves showing people that you’re his girl.

 “D-daddy, I’m gonna—”

 “Fucking cum for me, princess.” 

 And you do. You cum with a loud cry, followed by Bucky’s loud cry as he felt your walls suffocating his cock which only gave him more motivation to pistol into you, riding your orgasm. His vibranium fingers find your clit, ignoring your tiny hands that wrapped around it.

 “Too much, daddy!”

 “Give me one more, baby! I wanna cum inside your pretty cunt,” he whispers into your ear before pressing his lips on your neck, sucking your skin with wet kisses. That seems to make you more compliant. You wanted him to cum inside you and Bucky chuckled at how your walls clenched around him at the thought.

 “Oh, you’d like that, won’t you? Want daddy to give you his cummies? Want daddy to breed you? Get you all nice and round…” 

 “Y-yes daddy!” You let out a squeal when his fingers started buzzing around your clit.

 “Yes! Cum inside of her, Buck…” Steve’s wanton voice catches both of your attention and Bucky feels your walls tighten around him when he sees you watching Steve beat his cock with his own hand, his girth swollen and ready to cum. And it’s all because of you. His girl.

 Bucky doubles his efforts, metal hand vibrating against your clit, flesh hand pressing on the bulge that his cock continues to make on your lower abdomen.

 With a few more thrust, Bucky feels his balls tightening and you must’ve felt his thick cock twitching because your walls tightened again and this time, it’s enough to make him burst his seeds into you so, with a loud grunt, Bucky pulls you down on him as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his seeds into your cunt while the head of his cock remains touching your cervix.

 With his metal fingers still vibrating against your clit, you follow him with cumming as the mixture of the feeling of him filling you up with his cum and the intense vibration of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

 Across from the both of you, Steve watches how Bucky is filling you up with his cum, and the moment Bucky’s excess cum starts slipping out from the sides of your slit, he loses it. With a whimper, Steve’s cum shoots out and his hands get covered with his thick white cum while a few lands on the floor. Steve licks his lips when he sees Bucky pulling out of you and using his metal fingers to push the fallen cum back inside of you.

 Steve, still shaking from his orgasm, watches as Bucky picks you up after covering you up with his suit jacket and walking toward the stairs. 

 He stops to look at him though.

 “Thanks for killing the bastard for her, punk.” And with a smirk, he leaves with you in his arms.

 Bucky places you on the bed before cleaning you up. His hands are gentle as he wipes his cum off your thighs and your swollen cunt before getting in beside you and wrapping you up in a blanket.

 “Thank you, daddy.” You slur before curling up beside him. He chuckles before pulling you closer to him.

 “You don’t have to worry about anything, princess. I’ll do anything for you, okay? Seems like Steve will too,” Bucky laughs but doesn’t earn a reply from you. He looks down at your face, seeing you already fast asleep with a smile on your face.

 Oh, how he loves that smile. 

 And he’ll do anything to keep that smile on his girl’s face.

 --

a/n: i just wish I did this request justice :3

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Got Me Daydreamin'

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James Potter x fem!reader (non-Gryffindor)

word count: 1.2k

song: Daydreamin' -Ariana Grande

warning(s): cursing, reader is a simp for James, tiny bit of smut, sub James, fluff

background info: Skye: your best friend and Remus and Sirius' girlfriend y/h: your house

You walked in

Caught my attention

I’ve never seen

A man with so much dimension

Flashback to 1st year

“His name is James Potter and he’s in Gryffindor.” My friend Skye tells me.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I do not care who your crush of the month is.”

“If you were actually listening to me, this one is for you.”

“Why are you trying to find a boy for me?”

“Because you refuse to do it yourself. OH! There he is! Be cool.”

“The maniac that’s screaming is telling me to be cool. Okay.”

In comes the most gorgeous boy I’ve ever seen in my whole life. He’s quite tall, curly hair, and the most adorable round glasses. He’s followed by Sirius and two other boys, but they don’t stick out as much as James. Well, to me anyway.

“Woah. Who’s the dude with the long black hair.”

“I’m surprised you don’t know. He’s Sirius Black. He’s a part of one of the oldest and richest wizarding families." I say with an exaggerated tone. "All of our families have met multiple times. Remember a few years ago The Malfoys had a ball? He was literally picking on you all night.”

“THAT’S Sirius? Wow. He really grew. Distract James so I can talk to him.”

“Bitch what?”

And then she pushes me in James' direction. I turn around and see her already flirting with Sirius like he hasn’t been flirting with her for the past 6 years.

When I turn, I see James looking back at me smiling.

It’s the way you walk

The way you talk

Current Day

I finally convinced James to study with me. Well, it was more like Sirius and Remus are with Skye doing I don’t even wanna know what since Peter is out with Penny.

He’s actually running late, so I’m just sitting here people-watching until he comes. I’m only waiting about 2 more minutes until I see him walk through the library doors. I promise you this man struts when he walks and he knows it.

He talks to a few people before he turns to find me. His smile widens when he sees me and it makes my heart flutter because it’s so crazy how that’s his reaction when he sees me, yet here I am with butterflies in my stomach and can barely breathe and we’ve been dating for 3 years.

“Hey lovely.” He says while sitting down.

I admire him for a bit before leaning over to kiss him. He instantly responds. We kiss for about 15 more seconds before I peck his lips one, two, three times before we part. I open my eyes to see his still closed.

“What was that for?”

“I couldn’t wait until tonight. Can we go to my room now?” I respond. He flutters his eyes open and oh my gosh, yeah. I need to get him to my room as soon as possible.

“I thought we were gonna study?”

“That was before you came over here looking all cute. Come on.” I say while standing up and walking away. I hear him scramble to get his stuff together. As I’m halfway to the door I feel his arm wrap around my shoulder as we continue our way out of the library. I already know he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

I can tell he’s just blindly following me since we usually go to his dorm, but instead, we’re in front of my house.

I can also tell he’s blindly following me due to seeing the dreamy look in his eyes when I seat him on my bed. I straddle his lap and kiss his lips before moving to his cheek and then down to his neck. I stop for a second to look at his face. He makes a little whining noise as I pull away.

“Why’d you stop?” I hear him say with a pout.

“Because I’m doing some of my best work and you haven’t even as much as touched me.” I say laughing a bit to let him know I’m not completely serious.

“I’m sorry it just felt so good that I got lost in the feeling. Please keep doing it I promise I’ll touch you just please.”

I love it when he gets subby for me. I give him a devious smirk before going back to his neck. I feel his hands caress my sides before moving down to my butt. As soon as reach back up to his lips I feel his hands start to move me back and forth over his crotch. I moan into his mouth as he picks up speed a little.

“Miss l/n. Miss l/n.” a distant voice says.

So I’m daydreamin’

With my chin in the palm of my hands

About you, you, and only you

Current day in Transfigurations

I hear Professor McGonagall call my name again.

“Maybe we should spend a little less time daydreaming and a little more time actually paying attention to our spells.” I hear her say as I fully wake up from yet another daydream about James.

“Sorry Professor.” I say sheepishly.

��I really need classes to hurry up and end. The days literally feel so long when we don’t have any classes together.

I just can’t wait until we’re finally alone so I can hold him in my arms. We mold so well together. He always says I was made for him. It makes me cringe when he says it because I’m the only girl to not fall for the corny shit he says, but I’m in love with all of his charms; corny or not. Doesn’t stop the cringe though.

I don’t daydream through any of my other classes though in fear of being called out again but that doesn’t stop me from doodling his name on my notes or writing my name with his last name together. I wonder if it’ll actually happen.

-.-.-.-

I can’t believe I forgot he had practice today. Two extra hours of not getting to see him. Of course, I’ll see him in the great hall but since we’re in different houses I don’t get to BE with him. This is complete bullshit.

-.-.-.-

Since its easier for me to get inside of his house than him in mine I decide to leave dinner early and go wait in the common room. It’s actually quite cozy. Very Gryffindor. Of course I have a bias towards y/h since I’m in it and it’s the best, but I do quite enjoy being in here.

I guess I was really lost in my thoughts because I didn’t even hear Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James walk in considering how loud they were.

I didn’t space back in until I felt James’ arms wrap around my shoulders.

“Hello Mrs. Potter.”

“Hello Mr. Potter.” I say back trying not to smile too much.

“I missed you today.”

“I missed you too.”

“Bet I missed you more.” He says before kissing my forehead.

“I bet I’m gonna throw up if you lot continue being mushy.” Sirius says disgusted.

“Remmy, your boyfriend is dick deprived again. Please go have your way with him. Oh, and your guy's girlfriend who is already upstairs.” I say with a smirk and feel James chuckle beside me.

“I’m going to because I was planning on it anyway. Not because you told me to.” Remus responds to me before he drags Sirius up to their dorm room.

[theunquenchablethirst]

Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

Masterlist

I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

[spacedykez]

@scribbling-dragon you asked for branzypierce fic ideas? otter can give you branzypierce fic ideas. otter can give you MANY branzypierce fic ideas. *casually drops my whole list of ideas* Fic Concepts: Timeloop One: Clown has to watch Branzy die until he admits he has a crush on Branzy Timeloop Two: Branzy keeps trapping Clown and Clown infuriatingly can’t escape until he admits he has a crush on Branzy. Then Branzy lets him out. Superhero AU: Branzy the trickster is the most feared villain in the city. Clown is slightly afraid for a change. Hurt/Comfort: Branzy, being a Voidwalker (or touched by the Void in some way) is always cold. Clown realizes this and gives him snuggles/warms him up in some way good old sickfic: Clown is not sick. The great Clownpierce does not get sick (he’s sick). Or Branzy’s sick (either one’s great). Branzy has red & black scars on his arm. Go wild. Maybe it’s a tattoo. Maybe it’s a heart counter. Does it hurt his arm when he loses hearts? Or is it a scar of some sort (explosion scar might work...) Actual Fluff: Write Clown giving Branzy hearts/vice versa. Does it hurt a bit? What does it feel like to give hearts to other players? Is it warm? Cold? How do they both feel? Hurt/Comfort or Pure Angst: Clown is worried about allying with Branzy because of his history of betrayal. You can have Branzy prove him wrong... or right :) It’s gotta be pretty traumatizing watching your lover die... write Clown or Branzy being overprotective/worried for the other’s safety. thief!branzy - idea from friend on discord, here for my own ref, ignore.

Lyrics/Quotes I Have Saved (for titles/inspo): close friends of mine are in disbelief -  my idea for this fic would be branzy talking to rekrap/whoever you want to write about clown and rek being like “HIM!?!?” inspired by the one drawing some gambles are worth taking (lifesteal is the place) where morals go to die this tale of reckless love the night young love died (buried at each other’s side) pocket full of moonshine so good at selling lies one kiss at a time we’re so young (we’re probably gonna die) look so good and we never ever try wonder if your therapist knows everything about me - clown scares branzy.  here at the beginning of the end the end of infinity (with you) can’t you see i’m upset no matter what you do (still in love with you) (he got) so used to winning he forgot he could lose Songs, for Inspiration: -Partners In Crime (set it off) -The Last Of The Real Ones (fall out boy) -Fear and Delight (the correspondants) THIS IS LITERALLY THEM. -Do It All The Time (IDKHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME) -Paper Plane (m.i.a) -Bruno Is Orange (Hop Along) -The Cut That Always Bleeds (conan gray) -Freak (sub urban)

Headcanons To Do Things With: (you can always scroll this blog) -transzycraft -adhd branzy -thornling/amethyst branzy -enderman branzy -ender dragon branzy -chronic pains clown -wither hybrid clown -players turn to stone when they die -heart counter tattoos

[studiojeon]

troubled outsiders | intro - jjk

| summary | -  how you two end up pining for each other.

warnings: none :) 

content: idol!jungkook x student!oc, friends to lovers (because it’s THE superior trope okurrrt), jungkook is quiet and shy but a social butterfly when needed (and when it comes to oc but you’re not supposed to know that yet), oc is both a badass and a socially akward queen, she has TWO friends and only because one is dating the other (like... same), the Lee Charyeong is her bestie, oc works at bighit and feels like everyone either fears her or hates her, author nim is a crackhead and has no plot planned for this series whatsoever (doesn’t know if she’ll keep this up, we’ll see).

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His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Even if he were surrounded by six hundred other equally handsome men, somehow, to you (and the majority of the female population, at that point) he was as captivating and magnetic as they come. Jeon Jungkook didn't pay no mind to no one, but sure as hell everyone became hyper aware of his existence and essence in time. And that didn’t exclude you.

Yet, as nonchalant and indifferent as the man could be perceived, in reality he was more considerate and friendly than the aura he exuded. You knew this because working in the same company had to teach a thing or two about the people who literally carried said company and the whole industry at some point, still you barely knew four or three people, including your assistant and Jungkook, whom you had met once.

The opportunity of working at the company had come to you out of the blue, quite literally, you were attempting to send one of your assignments in when an email appeared in your notifications during your sailor moon study break. 

HYBE Entertainment

We’re glad to inform you that you’re being recruited for the position of Logistics Manager in one of our sub companies, BIGHIT Entertainment. We’ve thoroughly looked through the CV you’ve submitted and are very interested in your capabilities and what you can contribute to our organization. One of our other managers will gladly meet you on a day you can both agree on. Make sure to answer this email to get more details about your interview.

“Nani!? THE FUCK?” sure as hell that your eyes and cognitive functions were deceiving you (ADHD) you went over the text a little over three times in a row before the message settled in your mind. This was sus. 

Before even considering a reply you made a quick call. “Fucking Lee Chaeryeong” you spat on your end of the line. “You did this, didn’t you?”.

Her silence was more than enough to have you cursing her under your breath. “I don’t know what exactly you’re talking about but it most likely was me. Does it have to do with a sex toy in particular?”

“No” you denied almost monotonously, guessing the pile of boxes in the corner of your room with her names on them was what she referred to. “Does anything come to mind if i mention BIGHIT FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT?”

It was her. All those conversations during the summer about how badly you wanted to work in the entertainment business as marketing staff of some sort had their effect on your friend, who, despite all your excuses and denials, knew you better than you and your mom combined did, and because of this, was sure as hell you were not making a move towards that goal whatsoever. So, being the boss bitch she was, she took matters into her own hands, was what she explained.

You concluded that was the reason you had reached a point in your life where you had more experience than most recently graduated kids in your field, because Chaeryeong had you moving every summer break. You had been the manager of a coffee franchise and convenience store during you junior and senior years, and also figured a way to improve the marketing management strategy of a fucking restaurant while at it. Not to toot your own horn, but you were kind of cool.

Or not. “I hope this job satisfies your workaholic ass for once, I’m running out of ideas”. Chaeryeong spat before hanging up.

Sure as hell it would. 

On friday afternoon, you made your way to the HYBE INSIGHT building and introduced yourself to your recruiters who promised to give you a call at some point. “It went fine” you told Chaeryeong once you were in your car. And it was the truth, however you weren’t so sure if they would actually hire you at some point since well, you were a girl in a male dominated industry and, in your opinion, there were always better people than you. “Wanna go grab coffee?”

“I want to. But, I have practice today. I’m actually on my way there. Please avoid driving through Hongdae today, this shit’s packed.” You sighed and thanked her for the heads up. You missed your friend, badly. You hadn’t seen each other in three weeks, and you didn’t even live so far away from each other (you did, but it had been worse before). You two had very agitated lives to say the least. Chaeryeong was a kpop group member, and well, you were jumping from job to job and getting your phD in Business Management at the same time. It was hard to find moments to spare together during some periods of the year, but you guess the anticipation made your encounters better.

“Talk about anticipation” you slammed your forehead against your desk, taking a breather after such an anxiety packed situation. Short story: you got the job (for some fucking reason). And you had gone through a whole week of expectancy and anguish. Not getting that job would have broken your heart, and ego at the same time. 

You guessed the law of attraction tactics Chaeryeong had taught you had sorted their effect and were what led you to your current position in life.

“Miss _____, your presentation’s ready” your work assistant gave you a comforting pat in the back as she took a seat somewhere next to you. You were nervous, shitless. It was your fifth week at the job, and being the proactive woman you were, you had collected lots of data in order to come up with a resources management plan.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and more than a hundred people sat in front of you, waiting for your speech. Including him, who you’d once bumped into accidentally during one of your data recollections runs inside the building. 

You hated having the need to impress others yet, hence your anxious behaviour. But this was a decisive moment in regards to your validation in your new job and how you’d continue to be perceived during your work stance (no reason to panic at all)… you needed to get it together.

“I think I just pissed off a bunch of old men right now,” you told your assistant right after you got off stage. “I need a bathroom break”. Linh gave you a reassuring smile, one she always had plastered on her face.

“Take as long as you need to. I’ll give you a call once the rest are done”.

The commute to the bathroom was unnecessarily complicated in your opinion. You had spent a little over a month rushing through the hallways of the building and you swore every single day your spatial orientation got a bit more fucked up. There was no way there wasn’t a single bathroom on the floor you were in, that would just be atrocious. “It’s not completed yet” someone said beside you as you stared at the half empty map the company had projected on a wall next to the elevators. “Where do you need to go?” 

Kim Taehyung of all people in the world was talking to your ugly and unworthy ass. Your breath caught in your throat and after staring for at least five seconds your body finally reacted to your orders. “Oh, um… the bathroom. I’ve been looking for it for a good ten minutes” you explained with a nervous laugh.

“Trust me, I get it. I still get lost over here” he smiled gently. “It’s in the hallway in the middle of the next hallway” 

You laughed at his very ambiguous explanation. “Thank you” you bowed your head and made your way to said destination.

It was in the hallway to your left, not your right, and it took you a while to figure out that new piece of information. Once you were staring at yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked considerably tired and exhausted from all the social interaction you had undergone throughout the day. You were used to the side stares and whispering you’d get whenever you entered a room at that point, but some days you just wished you could get a break from them. After all, it wasn’t your fault you didn’t look Korean at all, and that you also didn’t fit the stereotype of a foreigner.

You got that from your mom, both the non Korean features and social fatigue. But that wasn’t even the problem most of the time, it was your friendly and smart nature which she had also passed onto you. Some would consider it a blessing, but to you it was a burden, like a clear glass that shielded you from introducing yourself into other people’s realities. You had few friends and people to trust, but in your everyday life you had to deal with the pressure of standing out too much and that came with a lot of negative energy from others. You sigh as you spray your favorite fragrance on yourself. You could be feeling like shit, but no one will ever catch you slipping.

But that excluded him apparently. You hadn’t noticed that on the other side of the hallway was the men’s bathroom and the realization hit you as you were calmly getting some tea from the vending machine. “Good afternoon” the man greeted you as he made his way out the hallway, but stopped in his tracks right after he noticed you. “_____! Hi” he smiled at you and you wanted to die, suddenly forgetting what you were ordering in the first place.

“H-hi Jungkook” You smiled back, poorly attempting to put your wallet back into your backpack. 

“Need help there?” he noticed your agitated state and held your bag for you. He smelled just as heavenly as you had expected, somewhat between big dick energy and flowers. Oh, and he also remained as kind and polite as you remembered him.

Seeming as if he wasn’t planning on continuing his path to wherever he was heading to in the first place, he stood quietly by your side, waiting for you to be done with your deal. “How have you been?” you break the ice for him.

Quickly, you grab your tea and start walking back to the auditorium together, unaware of your surroundings or the suspicions that could arise. “Busy, but very good. How have you been? I saw your presentation earlier… I wish I understood half of what you said but you still sounded amazing”.

And you would never admit it out loud, but you were positive you were blushing (and falling in love too - platonically, of course). “Oh god, you think so? I basically told them they’ve been doing things wrong all along so maybe you’re the only one who’s appreciative of my work” you handed him the second can of iced tea you bought without him noticing. You swear his eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. “Payback for the other day” you smile at him.

The first time you two had crossed paths you didn’t look nearly as glamorous as you did now. In fact, you looked incredibly disturbed and in pain, carrying a huge pile of paperwork in your hands. But as soon as sweet Jungkook noticed your state, he offered you a hand and somehow ended up helping through your multiple data collecting trips that afternoon. It was a nice day.

“Anytime” he took the can in his hands with a shy look on his face. “Unless I’m practicing, you know…” you look down at his feet, with huge black boots engulfing them, and you smile due to their contrast with his personality. “Here, i’ll give you my number so you can call me whenever you need to put all those papers back. Hopefully I’ll be around” he added as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

Way to get a girl’s number, my god.

[thithesandofferings]

“Open Wide”- Ogami Shirou x Reader

TW: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Dom!Shirou/Sub!FemReader, Comeplay, Choking, Voice Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation, lil bit Size Kink SMUT!!

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put in into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shiro this angry before. Especially to say words like that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he absolutely has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

Link to my Ao3 for this fic= https://archiveofourown.org/works/25414948

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put it into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shirou this angry before. Especially to say words such as that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

“Hey you! Look alive we gotta go!” Michiru yelled, startling me out of a downward spiral.

She was right. I had to get out of there before the place was destroyed to shreds. I could barely think. All I could think about was Shirou splitting that evil bastard's mouth open and putting his power inside it.

I couldnt help but feel jealous.

His wolf had such a presence on its own, how could I not be affected.

I needed to get it together, there were still people that needed to be saved. I shook my head and ran after Michiru towards Shirou. She was chattering excitedly, but I honestly couldnt understand anything she was saying. My eyes were on him.

He must’ve caught something in my gaze because he turned his attention to me.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff from exertion and I had to take a calming breath from the shiver that coursed down my spine. He caught that too.

“I should be asking you that Shirou” I looked away, but with a sideways glance I grumbled that he was, in fact, amazing. He raised his nose a notch, almost an afterthought,  and I could see him take a deep breath.

With his penetrating gaze solely on mine, I could feel my pulse jump and my temperature rack up a thousand degrees, I had to look away. He scoffed, almost smugly, and slid attention back to Michiru, who was still talking and running around. Something about having Shirou howl to the town.

We watched as he changed into his silver wolf form again to howl into the microphone. It was a beautiful site to see. Seeing all the animals completely stop what they were doing just to howl with him. Alan had no idea what he had been talking about.

Shirou had the Howl.

Michiro and I could only watch in awe. We were born human turned animals so we didnt have the innate instinct to go along with him. It was such an eye-opening experience, so much so that I felt a little empty at not being able to do it. Shirou looked so regal, the urge to fall on my knees in front of him was an encompassing feeling.

Shaking violently at the thought, I had to blow out a long soul-suffering sigh. Michiru glanced with eyebrows in an “are you okay” motion and I could only just nod.

What is going on with me? Where are my thoughts?

I had hoped that thoughts of Shirou would leave. The attention was of us and finally life was, in all intensive purposes, back to normal. Michiru was able to hang out with her fellow friends, and I- was able to start my work in the office.

Except, I could get nothing done.

Shirou was constantly in my peripheral, working on whatever case was in that week. But when he wasnt there, he was in my mind whispering in his growling voice about the things he could do to me.

I was dying.

There would be times where I would stare at a research book, never turning the page, just staring. It was becoming so hectic that Shirou asked if I needed time off.

“I know its been hard for everyone” Shirou had said. He had been in that leather jacket again. Who wears gloves inside? Why was it so hot?

Its not fair.

“What's not fair?” I looked up from his gloved hands and I could feel my heart rate sky rocket in panic.

I said that out loud.

His gaze is so piercing, it felt like he was staring into my soul. He was leaning on my door frame, completely relaxed. His usual bored expression was placed with something that was almost- teasing? Not that couldnt be right.

But it had been the same expression and mood for weeks now. His casual bumps and grins were so much that Ive had to actively avoid him before I had a heart attack. I wasnt in control of my emotions half the time, so any sort of embarrassment would make me change into my animal form. Even through his cold demeanor, it still seemed like he was laughing at me. I'm sure he could tell that I was flustered, especially when he turned into his wolf form. It always made my blood pressure go up and something slick slide down my thighs.

Which is what was happening now.

Oh no.

I prayed that he wouldnt notice anything amiss, but the world wasnt on my side. He lifted his nose up again and sniffed. It was as if he was trying to find someone miles away, but when he finally looked towards me, his pupils were wide open. Alert.

“You never answered my question.”

There was a hitch in my breath at that tone. That growl that Ive been dreaming about for weeks.

I’m so fucked.

“I-i uhm… sorry what?” I could feel myself blinking rapidly. I couldn’t get my thoughts in order. This was getting ridiculous.

“You humans are very odd,” Shirou rose up from the door, and for a moment I felt relief only to freeze when he closed my door.

With him still inside. We’re alone.

“You even more so.”

He walked slowly towards my desk. Well more like prowled. There was intent in his walk.

I’ve never felt more like prey than right now.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me” He’s whispering now. His gloved fingers gently spread out to the edge of my desk and he leans over it.

He’s so close.

“I smell you all day. Its intoxicating.” One hand lifts up and brushes my cheek, I know he can feel the heat.

“You’re the first human that I have ever wanted”

I froze.

Hes been feeling the same? From his expression and the dropping of at least two octaves, it was definitely confirmed.

“I- uh I want you too” My voice was hoarse from emotion. He could hear it just fine it seemed because if his pupils werent blown out before, they sure were now.

Shirou visibly licked his lips and I couldn’t help but follow the motion. He watched me watch him and he grinned, showing his fangs in satisfaction.

“Good because I plan to devour you. Stand up”

I could barely hear the order due to his growling. His ravenous expression was drowning me. I was swimming in heat and desire.

“I wont ask again”

Shirous’ voice snapped me back into reality and with shaky sweaty palms I pushed my chair away and stood. He never told me to move so I just stayed there. He seemed very pleased that I didn’t move.

Not like I could, I was barely able to breathe.

He stalked slowly around my desk until he was behind me, moving the chair completely across the room. It crashed into a plant and I jumped, still not moving an inch.

I could feel his breath across my nape and goosebumps coursed down my skin. I could feel him smelling my hair, breathing in the sweat that I felt that I was pouring out. I tried to move away, embarrassed, but I could feel his grip tighten and him growl at my into my neck.

“Stay still” He whispered. “You can be a good girl and do that for me right?”

I froze at the pet name. I’ve never heard him call me anything other than my last name. I couldn’t believe how it affected at me. I could feel myself become even more drenched.

He could tell.

“Oh? You like that huh?”

I felt his leathered hands slide slowly underneath my shirt and palm my breast. I gasped, my head falling on his shoulder at the groping. This was getting intense fast. I heard something tearing and tried to glance down only to have one of his hands press lightly at my neck. Holding me still.

Shirou shushed me, keeping his hand curled around my throat. Murmuring something about not needing this or that, I felt fabric fall at my feet and my chest became covered in hot leather. I let out a choked moan, only to have his grip tightened.

“You’re gonna have to be a quiet pup, you don't want all your colleagues to know what you're doing right?” He was so mocking, I couldnt help but feel flustered with how demeaning he sounded.

I nodded knowing I couldnt say anything in this position.

“Thats right, good girl, now go on bend over the desk” He slipped his hands away and disorientation readily slid back into my head.

I laid over my desk, paper be damned, and wrapped my hands over the edge to hold on. I heard him growl in confirmation at the act and I preened at the act of pleasing him.

I’ve never felt this way. I was completely ok with him taking the reigns. I didnt have many braincells left, I could barely think. All I could do was just do.

Shirou hands caressed my ass in appreciation, his ungloved hand (when had that happened?) made a purposeful track up to my waistband, hastily taking them off. I was completely soaked and hearing him swear obscenities definitely didnt help.

“I can’t wait to knot you, pup” I felt his weight against me, his bare chest completely covering my whole body. He was so warm, degrees hotter than his normal, his breath hot on my cheek as he licked my face from chin to forehead.

“The real question is,” he says through licks down my spine. “Which form do I want to take you hm?” I shivered violently at the thought of Shirou taking me in my wolf form. Outside of Anima city it is forbidden to have any of those kind of thoughts. But you couldnt help that you constantly thought about Shirou fucking you in his wolf form.

I could hear his deep chuckle at my spine. He knew my answer.

I felt him nose my wetness and my breath hitches. It didnt last for more than 5 seconds and I could hear myself grown out against the desk.

“I would love to taste you, but unfortunately we dont have that kind of time.” There was a zipping noise and I tensed, gushing even more at the thought of what it could be.

“I would need hours to be satisfied from your taste” He is suddenly in my ear. “But I plan to fuck you like you need it.”

I could hear myself mewling at the thought. I’ve been wanting this for weeks. I cant believe someone like Shirou even wants to touch me. Shirou, cool-mannered and distant, wants to fuck me five ways to Sunday is honeslty an eye opening experience.

There is a clicking sound and I gasped. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didnt feel the fingers. I could feel myself clenching around and my mewling became even louder. Colleagues be damned.

There was an surprised hum from behind me.

“You’ve been touching yourself?” All I could do was nod embarrassed. He cooed sweetly and added 3 fingers inside of me.

“What were you thinking about? Were you thinking of me? Tell me” I gasped in affirmations. I couldnt take it anymore. I needed inside of me now.

I felt like I was going to die.

“P-please Shiro, I need it.”

“You need what pup?” He grinned savagely and I felt something hard and hot against me.

I wiggled in frustration. Only to have him laugh and hold my hips still. Using his strength to make me stay still.

I was going to have bruises.

“Please fuck me Shirou” I whispered into my shoulder. I knew he could hear me. I felt my chest tighten at the gasp and growl.

“Good girl.” I shivered and gasped as he pushed the head in with a savage force of his hips.

“I wont hold back pup” He laid his furry chest against my back “You might be ruined for any one else.”

“I dont want you to Shirou, give me your all”

A growl was heard and then the most intense feeling of my life was radiating through my whole body.

He thrusted so hard that I could hear the desk screeching. The other colleagues, if they were still there, would definitely hear it. I prayed that they weren’t gonna check to see if I was okay. I wouldnt be able to speak anyways. I’m pretty much holding on dear life on the desk. There was no way I was able to explain anything.

Shirou didn’t seem to care either. The constant growling and heavy breathing that was coming from him was telling.

“Youre so tight, I cant believe all of me fit inside of you” He groaned and all I could do was tighten around him, which made him go even faster. There was a crack from the desk, but I ignored it. All I could concentrate on was the heat and his cock bruising my insides.

“Mine mine mine MINE” He stopped abruptly and pulled out. Only to pick me up effortlessly and turn me around, my back hitting the desk.

He entered me again and with that the world was crashing around me. I’d never come so fast in my life. Watching him in his wolf form growl over me as he pounded me into the afterlife, I wasnt gonna last long.

Seemed like he wasnt either, his thrust got more savage and I got louder. He took his right hand and placed it at my throat again to cut off the noise.

“Be quiet while I shove my knot inside you, I need to concentrate” It made me fall again, shivering while he grinded his knot inside me. He came with a roar, tightening his hands on my throat, cutting off my sound.

“Shhhh, good girl, you did so good” He whispered praises to me while he continued to grind himself inside me. He lifted his hand and I gasped dazed.

He looked up at me and caught my disheveled appearance and grinned.

“Dont move, I’m not done.”

I returned the grin.

“Good Shirou, cause neither am I”

[deepestfancloud]

On The Cross 2 - Drew Starkey

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Y/N was talked into going to a BDSM club with her boyfriend, turns out her boyfriend didn't have her best interests at heart. Will someone save Y/N?

Warnings: BDSM. Dirty talk, fingering, female receiving, Rough sex

I texted Drew. I can’t believe I’m going through with this sub dom thing. He answered and gave me the address to his place. Then I arrived.

“Okay, tell me how does this work?”

“Well firstly this would not be a public thing obviously, I don’t want something like this getting out, I have tried hard to keep this part of my life a secret. I’m guessing though that you wouldn’t exactly go shouting it from the roof tops?” he laughed.

“God no, I would want this to be a secret as much as you do” I said.

“Good then we’re on the same wave length. Well each sub/dom relationship is different; some submissives are always a sub no matter where they are, it’s like a 24 hour relationship. Some are only submissive in the bedroom and some are submissive when behind closed doors. I never normally tie myself down so to speak with one sub, but I want this to be different, I want to teach you about the lifestyle but I also want to see if that type of relationship would work out for us. I would ask of you to be submissive to me whenever we are behind closed doors alone, I would never expect you to be in the sub role when we were out or with friends. You will always have freedom to your own views and opinions but I ask that when we are in the sub/dom role your respect my wishes and try to please me. “

“I will never force you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with, of course I would prefer you try something before saying no, but I’m not a dick I respect the word no. I don’t get off on inflicting pain, I will however try and push you, you have to let me know if I ever try and push you too far. I will expect obedience, when I ask you to do something I expect you to do it to the best of your ability, if you don’t do something to my liking I will punish you though. As I said I respect the word no, so if you are seriously against doing something then say. “

“I don’t really have a preference as to what you call me, some doms like to be called sir or master, I Prefer Drew, but at times I may ask you to address me a sir. Preferably I would ask that you moved in with me so that we can establish a proper sub/dom relationship, I respect your work and would expect you to clearly go, just like I obviously have commitments and need to go to work as well. Um…what else, that’s probably enough for now, do you have any questions Y/N?” he said, wow I was still taking in all the information. “Um ye actually I do, so I get it I’m a sub behind closed doors but what am I outside of those doors?” I asked, “Good question, that depends on you really, we can start off as friends and see where it leads. The media like to complicate things though so to them you would be a friend, unless that status was to change” he said,

“Right ok, so basically I get a say but I have to try and please you, I will be punished if I mess up, I can always say no, and you want me to move in?” I checked,

“Ye basically, we can discuss anything else at a later date if necessary” he said smiling,

“Ok, well um yes” I said nervously.

“Yes what? Yes you agree to those things, yes you want to be my sub?” he asked studying my face,

“Yes I agree to those things, and yes I want to be your sub. But I’m still really nervous about this whole thing, I mean I still don’t know if I’m even into this” I said,

“It’s ok Y/N I know, I know what I’m doing, I would never hurt you intentionally, you must promise me though to tell me how your feeling, you need to trust me, and I need to trust you, this is a relationship built on mutual respect, even though in theory I am the one in charge there is no hierarchy, I will take on your ideas and views.” He said gently.

“Ok, I do trust you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t, but I get the fact that that trust needs to grow so that I know you have my best interest at heart” I said. “Of course, same for me I trust you, but clearly that trust will grow”. “Ok so now what?” I asked, “That depends on you, you can go home and come back tomorrow, or I can show you something tonight?” he said as he got closer to me. I could feel his warm breath against my face, “Show me something….as in…” I asked, “Yep”. “I think I’d like for you to show me something” I said nervously. “Hmm good, follow me” he said. Drew led me through his large house, we stopped outside what I’m assuming was his bedroom.

 “This is my room.” His room had a large king size bed with luxury looking sheets, he had large bay windows that looked out onto his garden, a mirrored wardrobe adorned the whole of one wall and a large en-suit was to the left of his bed. I would have loved a room like this. he grabbed me gently by the waist and plunged his lips to mine,

“You sure about this Y/N?” he asked, “Yes” I said with a slightly dry mouth.

“Ok then, I want you to strip…..slowly” he said firmly, I immediately started to take my clothes off, really slowly. First came off my tank top, I let it fall to the floor, next I pulled off my leggings, they joined my top on the floor, I was now standing in front of Drew in just my underwear. I slowly undid my bra and let it slide off my arms, lastly I pulled down my lacy panties, I made sure to bend really slowly as I took them below me knee, they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. “Kneel on the end of the bed, hands behind your back, legs spread slightly, and head hung low. You’re to stay like this until I get back. Move and I will punish you.” Drew said firmly, I took the position on the bed,

“Good girl, now don’t move” he said as he left the room. I sat completely still for what felt like several minutes, he still wasn’t back, what was he playing at. Whatever he was doing I wasn’t going to let him down by moving. Drew’s POV This was the major test, how long would she stay in that position for? Part of me wanted her to move so I could give her pert bottom a spank, but I knew that was not what she needed right now. I secretly watched her on my phone; I had placed a camera in there earlier. She was actually staying perfectly still, god I just wanted to go in there and touch her, I couldn’t though, she had to do this. there was something about her, obviously she was absolutely stunning, she was vulnerable but she had a spark to her, she was feisty and I liked that. Apart from the sex I really wanted to get to know her better, I wanted to be friends and above all more than a dom teaching her things. I looked at the clock, she had been sitting completely still for over half an hour, she hadn’t moved at all, I was impressed.

 Y/N’s POV It felt like ages had passed, I was starting to get impatient; clearly he left me here for a reason. I felt a presence behind me, I took all my power not to turn around,

“Well done, you didn’t move, I’m impressed.” Drew said against my back, he moved his hand to my front and lightly touched my core,

“Hmmm your wet already, the anticipation can be very stimulating, but it can also make you impatient, you need to learn that I will give you what you need when I’m good and ready to. I’m very impressed though, I reward good behaviour” he said as he plunged his fingers into me, I moaned his name,

“You can speak but don’t move” he said as he sat on the bed behind me, he used his chest to support me. He added a third finger and increased his thrusts, it felt so damn good, I tried my hardest not to move, even though I wasn’t restrained I felt like I was, I guess that actually added to the pleasure. Just before I could feel my orgasm approach Drew stopped, I sighed in frustration.

“Don’t forget I decide when something happens” he laughed softly. Even when he was being firm and telling me to not move or reminding me of his rules he still had a caring element to his voice, oddly I did actually really trust him. “Lay back on the bed, put your head on the pillows” I did as Drew said, I felt slightly exposed to him but I guess he had seen it all before.

“I’ll be back….quickly this time I promise, don’t move” he said, about 10 minutes later Drew came back carrying a large box, “Took me longer than I thought to try and find it, did you move?” he asked as he plonked the box down onto the floor, I shook my head, “Tell me, I want to hear it” he said, “No I didn’t move”, “Good girl” he said smiling, it made me feel good to know that I had actually pleased him, it was weird. He rummaged through his box and pulled out some cuffs, they wear black but fur lined, he came over to the bed, “I’m going to cuff you down, I’m restraining you because it will increase your pleasure, see how you feel with them on, tell me if you don’t like it though” he said

“Ok” I said quietly, he gently cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed, it felt weird but ok. He gave me a look as if to say

‘You ok?’ I nodded.

“I want to start off simple, I’m not going to bring anything else out of that box tonight, you’re free to look in it and ask me what things are tomorrow though. Tonight I just want to have sex with you though…..is that ok with you?” he asked,

“Ye, god yes” I said maybe a bit to eagerly, he laughed.

“Good, I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. I don’t want you to speak now unless it’s to tell me when you’re about to cum or if it’s to tell me to stop, think carefully before you say stop though because I will, and we will just got to sleep for tonight instead. Obviously it is ok for you to show your pleasure through moaning though, but no speaking. Is that clear?”

Drew asked, I nodded my head, “Good girl”. He stood and pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, wow he was damn sexy. I could see that he was already aroused, he rubbed his fingers over my slit and slightly in “Still wet” he pulled down his boxers and let his erection spring free, it was quite large, god I hope he gave me time to adjust.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, I nodded my head, “After today we’ll get checked then I won’t use condoms” I nodded to agree, he grabbed a silver packet from his bedside table, he ripped it open with his teeth, he slowly pushed it down his length. Drew crawled onto the bed between by spread legs, he lightly grabbed my hips and lined his erection at my entrance,

“Ready?” he asked, I nodded. Before I even had time to finish my nod he was slowly pushing into me, he pushed in excruciatingly slow, I tried to push my hips up to meet him “Tut tut Y/N, are you in charge?” he asked, I shook my head

“Am I in charge?” I nodded, “Good girl.” Once he was fully inside me he pulled completely out and then pushed back in quickly, I moaned out loudly. Drew slowly began to thrust, he used his hands to hold my hips firmly, he bent over me and kissed me hard on the mouth, I returned the kiss passionately. He quickly gained a rhythm that had me moaning in pleasure, he gained pace as he dropped one hand to my clit, he rubbed circles onto it, I moaned even loader this time. God it felt so good, the fact that I couldn’t move only heightened the pleasure like he said it would. I felt the tightening feeling in my stomach; I was going to cum soon. I tried to hold off though so this feeling would last longer, Drew increased his thrusts though, I couldn’t hold out “Drew…..I’m going to cum” I moaned as he changed angle slightly to hit my g-spot,

“Oh god!” I moaned, “Cum!” he panted as he increased his thrusts even more. I was shaking and trembling beneath him, I could feel Drew’s cock throb inside of me, he was close too, I clenched my muscles around him, suddenly Drew groaned and cum too. We both road out our orgasms kind of together. Drew pulled out of me when he recovered and tied the condom, he quickly got up to dispose of it, he untied my legs and arms, and slowly helped me bring my arms back down to my side, they were quite stiff.

Drew pulled the blanket up over us both and snuggled into my side, “Well done, you did really well” he said, he sounded pleased, I just smiled, “Go to sleep Y/N, tomorrow I show you a few other things, I’ll push you more tomorrow though.” He said as he kissed my cheek. I drifted off to sleep in Drew’s arms.

 I woke up to find that I was in bed on my own; I guess Drew wasn’t into cuddling then. I got out of bed and found my clothes still in the pile on the floor where I let them, I pulled them on and made my way downstairs. As I came down the stairs I heard someone in the kitchen, I wandered into the kitchen and was greeted by a fully dressed Drew cooking breakfast.

“Hey I was going to let you sleep in” Drew said as he poured me a cup of coffee, “Sorry but I’m not very good at sleeping past 9am, habit I guess” I said as I sat down at his kitchen counter, “How are you feeling this morning, sore?” he asked as he studied my face,

“No I’m fine,” I said truthfully, “Good” “Oh um ok, so what should we do now?” I asked. Drew laughed, “Eager, I like it. We can go through that box I mentioned last night, see how much of it is familiar to you” he said as he went upstairs to get the box. He put the box on the kitchen counter when he came back down, “I doubt I’ll be familiar with hardly any of it” I laughed nervously, god he’s going to find out how bloody clueless I am with all this stuff. He pulled out the first thing; it was a blindfold “This one’s obvious” he laughed. The next item I recognised “Handcuffs” I said, “Good”, next he pulled out something I recognised but wasn’t 100% sure what it was called “Is it a ball gag?” I asked, “Well done, I don’t use them very often though, how about this one” he said as he pulled out a flogger much like the one James had used “Ye too familiar with that” I laughed nervously, “Floggers can be intimidating but when used properly can enhance the pleasure, we will try it at some point, unlike James I know how to use it” he said,

“As I said last night I won’t hurt you but I will push your limits” he said. I just nodded. “How about these, do you know what they are” he pulled out a selection of butt plugs, some small and some slightly larger, “Butt plugs, but I don’t know if I….” he cut me off

“I want you to try things before you say no, you’d be surprised with how pleasurable they can be. You have to trust that I know what I’m doing, and I wouldn’t suggest doing something if I didn’t think you would enjoy it”,

“Ok, fine, I will try everything at least once before I say no” I said, he smiled “Good girl”. We went through the rest of the box, he had things like vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, rope, paddles, and several different type whips including floggers and riding crops. I must admit seeing them all made me feel slightly flustered and kind of turned on, yep there was definitely something wrong with me.

“Drew are all the guys…you know…” I asked, he laughed “You can say it you know, are the other guys into BDSM?” “Uh ye” I said. “Me and Austin are but no the others aren’t, they know about us and the kind of things we do but that’s it. I guess it would be unusual if all five of us happened to be of the dominant nature” he laughed, “Oh ok, so is Austin into the same things you are?” I asked, “Ye pretty much, I guess you can say that we are into the typical stuff” he said, “Typical stuff?” what does he mean by typical, I dread to think what the unusual stuff is then. He paused and just looked at me, “Sorry, I’m asking far too many questions” I said apologetically. He chuckled “Y/N in my opinion you can’t ask too many questions. I’m happy that you’re interested in this stuff though. When I say ‘typical stuff’ I mean things like spanking, denied orgasms, temperature play, using toys, restraints, things like that. The ‘unusual stuff’ include things like wax play, needles, knife play, blood play, generally anything that involves a high level of pain.”

“We’re definitely not into those type things, we also don’t participate in any of those even if the girl we are with wants to, they can be dangerous and can leave lasting damage. Anything I do with you will not leave lasting damage, spanking will obviously leave you slightly sore for a day or two but other than that.” He said, “Wow ok, good to know, I’m not into pain so…” I said,

“Oh I don’t know, a little pain is good.” He laughed, “Hmm well don’t know if I totally believe you, it still hurts like hell if I stump my toe, that is not good pain.” I laughed, “Ye but that’s different, that is just pure pain though. Pain mixed with an element of pleasure only intensifies the pleasure, the line between pain and pleasure blur really easily.” He said, “Ok well next time I stump my toe I’ll keep that in mind” I laughed. Drew put all the items back in the box, 

  Drew’s POV

she’s actually quite funny and has her own personality. All the girls I’ve been with are too focused on pleasing me; I can already tell Y/N is going to be different.