#rip to the first 2 songs god damn

[how-doth-the-little-crocodile]

congrats COMFORT ZONE on being the BEST PAFL SONG!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 pulled through by 1%!!!!

[two-corpses-in-the-burial-mounds]

Rewatched ep. 2 of the Untamed again specifically bc I missed that scene where LWJ pinpointed his crush immediately when he heard that awful rendition of his love song from the terrible handmade-in-10-seconds flute. You know, the first scene in the show where LWJ looked so happy :)

Look at how happy he is :D

Anyways, my point is, I rewatched that episode. And man, I felt so bad for Jiang Cheng. I understand why WWX and LWJ chose to hide WWX's identity from JC, but it's still a tiny smidge mean if you think about it.

Imagine you're JC, you rushed around the mountain to find your nephew bc god forbids your precious nephew gets hurt. You heard the commotion and arrived at the scene behind everyone. Your underlings? other clan people? told you that Wen Ning - the guy notoriously known for tagging along and only listen to your dead brother, whom you had an extremely complicated relationship with - just appeared. You got extremely happy and hopeful at first bc if your brother's sidekick whom your brother abandoned you for was around and kicking then maybe your brother is also still kicking and close by. But then just as quick as the happiness, your rage took over bc therapy doesn't exist yet last you saw him, you were very mad at your brother, and damn would death does nothing to resolve that rage. So you looked at the weird guy that supposedly summoned Wen Ning, who was wearing that damn familiar red and black goth girl outfit, and clinging to that damn Hanguang-jun whom you've been beefing with for the last 16 years also bc of said brother wow isn't that a familiar sight. So all of these factors combined, you're 80% sure that that's your brother, you insisted so but he kept denying and you got so mad bc why was he keep denying it you're so hopeful that your brother is still alive, you're so mad at him bc of the circumstances around his departure from you and your clan 16 years ago and the circumstance around your sister's death. You're so mad bc he broke his promise to you. Why won't your brother come back to you if he's alive?? So you argued and raged and fought with LWJ bc LWJ was getting in the middle of you two again. You fought and noticed the weird guy trying to get away so you hit him with your whip, both to stop him and confirm that he's possessed by your brother's spirit. Except nothing happened and there's no evidence of possession. You were in extreme disbelief and heartbreak bc you were so sure, so so sure that was your brother and now it's just seem like another one of your paranoia episode. You had so much hope that you found him again, you thought you found him. But evidence said it's not him. Everyone said it's not him. Everyone was saying you're crazy, that you killed your brother already but you didn't, that couldn't be him. So while you were having a mental breakdown, LWJ whisked the guy away to Gusu.

You got sad, and mad, and grumpy, and disappointed, and heartbroken for the next few days until you found and captured the weird guy again and would you look at that, it IS your bitch-ass brother who've been playing house with Hanguang-jun this entire time.

Rip to Jiang Cheng, you stared at your whip and be like, why did you fail me so

-How JC looked at WWX during that scene. You cannot tell me there's only hatred in these eyes.

Damn I'm not sure if you're my brother but the ability to make me mad is on point - Jiang Cheng probably

[partycatty]

dark star johnny hatefucking his gf/bf over the balcony in his mansion, and acting like he’s gonna drop them off of the balcony if they misbehave in any way

this one has been SIMMERINGGGG in my inbox ive been too excited to write it LOLOL, also i changed this prompt just a smidge

dark star!johnny cage > fall for me

warnings: SMUT AS FUCK, UR LIFE IS BEING THREATENED BUT UR INTO IT LOL, again ds!jc is just literally insane !! also exhibitionism !! and also cnc !! jesus this man needs hella warnings!

notes: IM SORRY U GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG YOU ALL HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT SO IM REWARDING YOU

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6*

[ masterlist ]

• dark star!johnny has a short temper, one he enjoys putting out on you. oftentimes, you didn't actually do anything, he's just mad at the idea of you going against him and that's typically enough to rile him up alone.

• this time around, you were a whopping ten minutes behind getting ready for one of his A-List parties. something about your makeup just didn't feel right no matter how many times you applied your eyeshadow or concealer, so adjustment after adjustment left johnny tapping his foot outside of the bedroom door.

• "baby~," he'd sing-song shout from the crack of the door. "this party is a big networking deal for me, and you're already fucking it up~!"

• "i didn't fuck anything up," you reply from the vanity seat, trying to focus on your lip liner. "we'll be on time, you baby."

• "don't you talk back to me!" he slams his palm again the wood, making you jump and, yet again, smear your liner. your lower your head to the vanity, bumping your forehead against the surface with a sigh.

• he eventually unlocks the bedroom door using his master key and ushers you out of the door with the temper of a toddler. his hand grabs your upper arm as you're placed into his luxury car and he drives off with a huff.

• johnny refuses to speak to you the entire time you're at the party, mostly ignoring you to bump shoulders with directors and writers. he wouldn't ever publically admit it, but roles were running dry as his agent turned up with no jobs, so he brought it up to himself to make some damn money.

• will probably call you the "ball and chain" or "the missus" in a super objectifying way as he gestures at you, trying to make the older higher-ups laugh. you had enough of it.

• deciding no longer to be his personal punchline, you wander away from the bustling, hot celebrity room and find a balcony. you were always the one to prefer fresh, open air and city skylines while johnny would rather be the one in the midst of the aforementioned city. you took advantage of this independence and leaned over the glass, savoring in the way the wind cools your damp skin.

• you only get to enjoy a few minutes in the quiet bliss before you hear the door slide open. at first, you expect it to be another partygoer hoping to squeeze in a quick smoke break, but you're horribly disappointed to be ripped from your tranquility by none other that your boyfriend.

• johnny stands at the door, fists clenched and jacket swirling in the wind. his eyes look dark, his brows furrowed.

• "where'd you go?" he asks, crossing his arms.

• you look at him like he's stupid (because he is). "the balcony?" you reply. johnny shakes his head.

• "that's not what i meant."

• "well, i left your side because i was tired of being shit on for an hour straight."

• "nobody's shitting on anyone!" johnny throws his arms in the air at your admittance, like he had no idea how cruel he was being. "they're just jokes! you're being dramatic. i thought you loved attention."

• "johnny-" you pinch your nose. "i have literally never said that."

• "but you show it! through your actions!"

• "oh my god, you're delusional," you turn away from him with a groan, trying to ignore the whiny bastard behind you. that proves a hard task when you hear his boots step up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.

• "you know i want you here," he mumbles into your skin, rocking you gently. you turn your face away from him, not falling for his charm.

• "you don't show it," you mutter in response, trying to take a step away from him but his grasp only strengthens.

• "i could," he hums, pressing his front to your backside. "or i could punish you for making us late."

• you swivel your head, craning your neck to glare at him. "seriously? now?" he breathes into your neck, agreeing breathlessly. "no, johnny. not here. people will see."

• "isn't that the fun part?" he grunts, grinding his hips into your ass. "don't be boring. you've been boring all night."

• his hands hike up your skirt hungrily, exposing your nearly-naked ass to the cold air. you shiver and yelp out, which only makes you jump back against him even harder. he shudders at the contact.

• "come on," he whispers, hands snaking up to squeeze your chest. "don't make me be mean. you know i don't like being mean to you." his fingers find your hardened nipples, massaging them with pinched fingers.

• attempting to crane your neck to ensure the balcony's doors are locked, johnny notices your diverted attention and holds your jaw, angling it out toward the city.

• "you see that?" he breathes, now fully grinding against you. "that's my city, baby. i'm the king of hollywood, isn't that right?"

• "i guess," you reply, gasping at his erection sliding against you.

• SMACK! johnny didn't like that answer. you lurch forward from the hard slap to your ass.

• "say it," he growls, biting your neck. "or i'm gonna make you."

• "you're the king of hollywood," your voice is comically flat, exhausted from always having to gas him up for the dumbest things. johnny picks up on your unenthusiastic tone and spins you around by your hips, sitting you on the balcony ledge. his lips latch onto your throat, sucking and biting hungrily.

• his fingers danced on your panties, sliding them aside. as much as you wanted to be annoyed with him, he is so unimaginably fine. and you're the type of person that likes to be manhandled. both traits he ate up.

• before you could say anything more, johnny's fingers dove into your mouth, collecting a good amount of your saliva before using it on your pussy, shoving two fingers inside making you cry out in surprise.

• "not here, right?" he breathes, savoring the way your breathing gets heavier and your skin warms from his touch. "then we'd better be quick. and quiet." his fingers scissor inside of you, making you moan with a hand shut over your lips.

• johnny was impatient, not finding any joy in fingering you, so he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear before whipping his dick out, holding his shirt up by his teeth. he lined himself up, eyes focused on your bodies merging rather than your expressions.

• didn't matter how many times you get it on, you will never be fully ready for how long his dick is. while not the thickest, it just feels seemingly endless as it's embracing your walls.

• he spins you around again, throwing your front over the balcony ledge and holding you by your hips. surely, if he were to let go, you'd fall. and it wasn't a short drop.

• "fuck," he hissed as his tip met your entrance. "i control you, isn't that right?"

• a distant "mhm" slips from your lips as johnny shoves himself inside again with a slapping thrust. his gasp slides into whimper territory as he bottoms out.

• "fuck yeah i do," he growls, now going at an unholy pace. he hated the progression of sex - it was either all or nothing. "could drop you right now."

• you're pulled from your lust when you look down, noticing the rocky way down to a small river. damn these celebrities and their hillside mansions. you swallow thickly, hoping he was joking.

• "please don't," you beg in a whisper, interrupted by gasps with each thrust. "please don't let go."

• johnny could only laugh loudly at your plea, bruising your hips with his grip as he ruthlessly pounded. he was sticking true to his word about being quick, because his breakneck pace was making your cunt flutter.

• "nobody would even notice," he moans, his shirt dropping from his teeth and falling back down his front. "i'm the star."

• "you're the star," you parrot in a sick mix of lust and fear. "you're my everything."

• "i could fucking throw you off for making us late. could drop you — haah — you like it when i play god, don't you? you wanna fall for me, baby?"

• his brows knit and eyes screw shut as he finds his release inside of you. you try hard to not laugh at the fact that his own dirty talking is making him close. his grip loosens as he concentrates, and you fearfully try to hold yourself against the balcony so you don't topple forward.

• "joh— john—" you worriedly look down again, your stomach flipping as it nears an orgasm - and potential death. "johnny, please—"

• "hmm?" johnny tilts his head, a cocky smirk on his lips and exposing his beautiful pearly white teeth.

• your brain feels torn in half. you want to beg him to hold on, but you also want to cum so badly. unable to decide on an outcome, your voice sputters out pathetic begs, not entirely coherent as your mind grows foggy with an overwhelming amount of emotion.

• thankfully, your body decides for you. your knees buckle inward and his hold on you tightens. you cry out, cumming around his dick as your voice echoes through the hills. you swear a flock of birds takes off from how loudly you orgasm.

• "haah — don't fucking fall—" johnny's hands pull you impossibly closer. "not when i'm clo— ngh —"

• you find no peace after finishing, just johnny's hips slamming into your ass as his pants grow uneven. it's not long before he spills inside of you, holding you there as you're filled up.

• johnny's the first one to pull away, pulling out and making you whimper from the emptiness. you turn around to face him, your ass still bare, red, and spilling with semen. his phone's in his hand when he snaps a couple photos of this puppy eyed look.

• "you look so pathetic," he laughs, the flash of his camera making you shield your eyes. "i bet hollywood heard those moans. all thanks to me."

• you pull up your own panties and johnny visibly twitches seeing a droplet of his cum seep through. shockingly, he places a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.

• "and you're welcome for not dropping you," he winks with a toothy grin, thinking it was some kind of joke. a deep, dark part of you knew he probably genuinely considered dropping you. you were just lucky you were only ten minutes late, who knows what he'd do if you were an hour late.

• as you're pondering your life and near-death experience, johnny returns to the party, waiting for you at the door. it would be best if you stuck by him for the rest of the party.

[lacroixwh0r3]

Watch me, Touch me (part 2)

Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You've been avoiding Bucky after that night, but he isn't ready to let you go yet.

Part 1

Warnings: SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, creampie, spit, orgasm denial, dry humping, clothes ripping, alcohol usage, petnames (doll, honey, etc.), rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, and teasing

Song inspo (feel free to listen if you want):

A/N: I am sooo freaking sorry for being gone for so long...I barely had a break this summer because I was taking classes and this is my final year in college (thank god!). But I will definitely try to write more when I can. Also I am so sorry about the errors in the first part...I did not read over it but I'll fix any errors when I get a chance lol. Anyway, ENJOY<3

"God, how long is this going to take?" I asked myself out loud as I impatiently waited for the papers to come out of the printer so that I could get home before the storm started. I'll be damned if I have to walk home during a storm in a skirt and heels.

Once my papers were done printing, I sped to my desk with my head down to avoid anyone speaking to me. That was until I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I stop to check it and see that it's Bucky, once again asking if he did anything wrong.

I just sigh and shut off my phone before heading to my desk again.

It's been weeks since Bucky and I last spoke to each other.

After that night, we only spoke for a week until I realized I was getting too attached to him. I didn't want to end up with a broken heart because he seemed like an amazing guy, handsome, and his dick was like, really big.

I dropped the papers off at my desk, slipped on my jacket, and ran to the elevator. Once I was finally in, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the elevator walls, feeling exhausted. I wanted to do nothing more than just go to sleep right now.

I hear the elevator ding, indicating that it was going to stop for someone else. As it comes to a complete stop, I hear the sound of the doors opening, and someone walks on.

"Hello," a familiar voice says to me, causing my eyes to shoot open and me to jerk my head to where the familiar voice came from. Right in front of me was Bucky. He went to press the button for the floor he wanted, but I guess we were going to the same place.

Once he noticed that I was looking at him, he looked back at me, and his eyes widened at the sight of me in front of him.

"Y-y/n? "You work here?" He inquired, surprised that I was present.I break eye contact with him and look at the front of the elevator.

"Uh, yeah, I do," I simply reply, not wanting to look at him right now.For a moment, it was awkward, and for the next 40 seconds, which felt like hours, we both made it to the lobby of the building.

As soon as the doors opened, I dashed out of the elevator as I heard the sound of Bucky behind me. "Hey, Y/n! "Wait a minute, can we talk?" Bucky pleaded with me. The two doormen open the large doors as I quickly run out of the lobby, bidding them a quick "thank you" and "see you later" as I ignore Bucky.

As soon as I make it out the door, the rain instantly blinds me, causing me to almost run into a jogger. However, Bucky's vibranium hand quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his body before I could run into the person. "You need to watch out," Bucky says to me as we both stand in the rain, pressed against each other. "You could've gotten hurt badly, y/n." He whispered. Just hearing the way he said my name made me weak in the knees.

"Sorry..." I mumble as I try to avoid his hard gaze.

"How about I take you--"

"NO!" I said this before he could even finish his sentence. I can't be alone with him.

"It's raining, yes," he pleads with me. "I know you're avoiding me right now, but please let me take you home?" I let out a sigh and looked at him only to find him already staring at me with large, hopeful eyes.

"Please?" He begs again.

I finally give in, not wanting to leave him hanging even more.

"Fine," I say to him. I really hope I don't regret this.

"Thank you, my car is just up the street. We should start walking fast." He tugs at my arm as he begins to walk in the direction of the car. He was still tugging on my arm as I tried to keep up with him, but due to the wet clothes on my body and my uncomfortable heels, it was too hard.

Finally, we make it to what I assume is his car. He lets go of my arm to dig into his back pocket to get the keys to the car. I reach out my arm to open the door, but he beats me to it and opens it for me.I just shake my head and give him a look of disapproval.

"Thanks, Bucky," I say to him as I slip into the expensive car. As soon as he closed the passenger door, I looked around the spotless car and noticed the clean leather seats, cringing at the fact that they were probably going to be ruined now because of our wet clothes. Bucky finally gets in the car and instantly presses the button to start it up.

It was silent as Bucky made his way towards our apartment. I decided to speak up and lessen the awkward silence by saying, "I am so freaking sorry about messing up your nice seats." I say to him as I look over at him with a guilty look. He looked so good while driving with that concentrated look on his beautiful face that it made me clench my legs even harder.

"No, it's fine," she says.He takes his eyes off the road for a slight moment and looks into my eyes and down at my legs as my skirt goes farther up my thighs, but he quickly looks back at the road and clears his throat.

I swear, for a split second, there was a look in his eyes that could bring any person to their knees. In order to contain myself, I bite my bottom lip and look out the window. I was afraid I might say or do something I'd regret later. My mind then starts to drift off to the first time I "met" Bucky.

I soon snapped out of my daydreaming when I realized that we were sitting in the slightly dark parking garage at our apartment complex and Bucky was calling my name.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?" Bucky asked me with a concerned look on his face once I snapped my head towards him. I just nodded my head, still not trusting myself to speak.

"Are you sure, doll?"  "You were squirming in your seat for a while," he said, making my face flush with embarrassment. He was watching me get turned on the entire time I was thinking about the time we both watched each other through the window.

"Um yeah, I was just thinking about something—work!" "You know how work gets." I let out an awkward laugh, trying to get off the topic quickly. Bucky lets out a small hum and chuckles a bit as he looks at me and turns the car off, almost like he knows what I am actually thinking about.

He most definitely knew what I was thinking about, but I would never admit it out loud.

We both get out of the car and begin walking to the elevator. "Thanks for the ride, Bucky," I say softly as I give him a weak smile, causing him to smile back and brush his fingers through his long locks.

"Anytime, sweet girl," our stroll returned to silence, but not before he asked me a question."Do you want to come over for a drink?"

When he noticed my hesitation, he quickly clarified that it was only one drink and I was free to say no if I didn't want to. Even though I knew I should've said no, I still agreed.

Soon, we arrive at the door of his apartment. He quickly scrambles for his keys, unlocks the door, and pushes the door open. He allows me to go first and closes the door behind himself. Surprisingly enough, the apartment was one of the cleanest places I've been to.

"Your place is so clean, Bucky, I'm a little shocked," I say to him jokingly as I look around the apartment that was slightly the same as mine. I see him snap his head towards me as he drops his keys on the countertop.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Y/N?" Bucky lets out a laugh.

"I'm kidding," I reassured him. "Your place is one of the cleanest places I've ever seen."

He lets out a hum in response.

"So, I have red wine or some whiskey. Which one do you want?" He asks me as he looks into my eyes and leans against his arms on the countertop.

The dim light and the way he looked at me right now made me want to climb up and let him have his way with me, but I resisted the urge.

"Hmm, you pick." He bites his lip and turns around to grab the glasses. He grabs one wine glass and another short glass for the whiskey, which I would assume is for him. He sits them down and begins to pour the drinks for them.

"Here you go, sweetheart," he says to me as he hands me the wine glass. I felt my heart beat out of my chest due to the nickname and our fingertips touching as he handed me the glass.

"Thank you, Buck." I spoke to him softly.

"Of course," he says before taking a quick sip of his whiskey. "How about we have a seat, hmm?" Bucky leads me to the couch.

I put my drink down and plopped down on the couch so that I was facing him. We both sat there for a minute just looking at each other until a smile slowly crept onto his face, causing us both to laugh.

After a couple of seconds, we both begin to cool down, and he immediately asks me the question I've been avoiding. "Why haven't you answered my calls or texts, Y/N?" His face was now laced with concern.

"Was it something I did?" He followed up.

"Bucky, "It was nothing you did that caused me to stop responding," I sighed."I just didn't want to get attached in case you didn't want anything to do with me."

I look down, but he quickly grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Y/n, I would never lead you on." He reassures me as he searches my face and strokes my chin with his thumb.

"After that first night with you, I knew I needed to have more of you." He bites his lip once more, which causes my eyes to focus on his lips.

"Do you understand me?" Bucky asked me sternly. I just let out a hum, but I guess that wasn't enough for him because his grip on my chin got more firm. "Words baby."

"Yes, Bucky," I whisper back to him. At this point, I wanted to climb into his lap and fuck him into oblivion. I needed him.

"Good girl." He was now looking at my lips as his thumb swiped across my bottom lip.

The sexual tension was out of control, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself much longer.

He suddenly pulls me onto his lap, causing me to let out a yelp. I could feel his cock pushing against my pussy through my tights as I was sitting right on top of it. I knew he could feel the warmth of my pussy due to his cock stirring in his pants and his thighs slightly flexing as he pushed his hips against me to get more friction.

"Did I do this to you, Bucky?" I whisper in his ear as my breathing gets heavier. I feel his lips slowly ghosting down my neck.

"Fuck yes, Y/n." He lets out a breathy whisper, causing me to shiver. I feel his hands move down my back and stop on my ass.

He pushes me down farther as he grinds against me. I could feel my puss pulsing. I needed him right now. I've been craving him, and now that I have him, I'm not sure I can let go.

He kisses my neck softly as we both let out gentle low moans and dry hummed each other like teenagers.

"Bucky-shit—I need you in me right now, baby," I whined out to him as I threw my head back in euphoria.

"Yeah? "Are you going to be a fucking good girl for me?" He grunted as he left his hand up and quickly brought it down to spank my ass.

"Ye-oh, my god!"

"What was that doll?" He spanks my ass once more as he waits for my reply.

"Fuck, yes, Bucky!" I moan out loudly. "I'll be your good girl, only for you."

"Only for me?" Bucky whispers in my ear, causing me to push my pussy down on him more and to clench around nothing.

"Only you, Bucky." I say as I bite down harshly on my lip. He grabs the back of my neck and pushes down on my ass as he flips us over so I'm laying on my back on the sofa and he's sitting between my legs.

Bucky bunches my skirt up some more so that he has better access to my pussy. He then rips my thin tights and rips my underwear, which were apparently too flimsy.

"Bucky!" I let out a gasp, getting ready to scold him because he ripped my underwear, but I was quickly interrupted by my own moans as he brought his rough yet soft fingers down on my clit and slowly began to rub it in small, gentle circles.

"I'm sorry, baby, I needed to get to this pretty little pussy fast." Bucky says as he leans in for a rough kiss. All I could do was moan into his mouth.

However, he suddenly pulls away from the kiss and removes his fingers from my clit. I let out a small whine out of frustration.

"I'm sorry, baby, I know you're wet already, but I'm going to need to get you even more wet." He says this as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and spits onto the tips of his fingers. Bucky then rubs the spit-covered fingers onto my clit as I let out a loud sob of pleasure. I know I'm loud right now, but I couldn't help it.

"You like this, huh?" He looks up at me with his beautiful eyes as he keeps himself up with a metal arm. "You like it when I please you like this, darling?"

"Fuck, Buck. Yes more!" I let out a groan.

"I'll give you more doll, but can you take them?" He teased me as he continued to play with me. I whine again as I pull his head close to my chest.

"Who am I kidding? I know you can, my little whore, isn't that right?" All I could do was just nod my head. I couldn't even form words at this very moment.

He suddenly stops once again and says, "Bucky." I moan loudly, becoming more and more frustrated as he teases me. This time, he jumps off the couch and stands on top of me, unbuckling his pants.I could now see the outline of his thick, erect cock through his boxers.

Bucky then pulls down his boxers too. His cock springs out as it is released, causing me to gasp. Even though I had seen it before, touched it, sucked it, and had it in me, I was still shocked by his size. He chuckles at my reaction.

"Oh, baby, don't be shocked now. I know you can take it just like the other times, right?" He chuckles and lets out another beautiful moan as he begins to stroke it slowly. The way his arm flexed as his hand moved back and forth on his cock while his metal arm stroked his torso made me even more wet.

"Buck baby, please—I need you in me now," I beg him as my hands inch down to my pussy. The ache inside me only grew stronger and stronger, and I had to relieve it somehow.

"Fine, baby, since you've been good." Bucky says as he spits on his plump, pink lips.He climbs between my legs and pushes my legs open so that I am exposed to him. I could feel his thick, warm cock rub against my pussy. We both let out loud moans.

"You're getting me so wet already, baby, and I'm not even inside you yet." As he continues to thrust his tongue between my lips, he says. "Do you like it when I do this, hmm, doll?" Bucky looked at me before lifting his shirt and biting his lip at the lewd view. I decided to look down too and was met with the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Oh Bucky, look at us, baby." I breathe out. He moans in response and continues his thrust, but once he goes back, I decide to reach between us and guide his cock into me. We both let out loud, sharp gasps once he thrust in again. I felt myself stretch around his length.

"Holy fuck!" He moans as he slowly thrusts into and out of me.Bucky decides to lift both of my legs and push them up as his strokes begin to go faster.

"Oh my god, Bucky," I almost yelled out. "You feel so fucking good, so fucking deep inside me!" This only encouraged him to go even faster. I felt as though his balls slapped against my ass, causing a loud sound of our skin meeting together. He bent down and attacked my lips with his. Both of our tongues moved against each other as he let out a few grunts here and there in the kiss as I whimpered.

I sucked at his bottom lip, but he jerked back, looking down, and pulled up his sweatshirt, which had felt down his chiseled abs. His once perfectly slicked back hair was now unkempt. I had begun to feel my pussy clench down on him tighter as that familiar feeling that we both were chasing got closer. I was ready to release.

"Baby, I'm about to come!" I moan out as I throw my arms above my head, unsure of what to do with them at that moment.

"Yeah? You're going to cum for me, good girl?" He asked me teasingly.

"Yes-Fuck Bucky!" I moan and close my eyes, ready to release, but I guess Bucky had other plans because he pulled out of me before I could even complain.

This dirty motherfucker

"Hmm, I'm not so sure, dirty girl..." He lets out the sexiest laugh as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He pushes my legs up again with his metal arm and begins to flick the tip of his cock against my clitoral. I was becoming overwhelmed by the feeling.

"Bucky, what are you doing to me? Oh my god!" I moan. I reached around my thighs as I tried to get him to slow down his fast motions. He then pushed inside of me again, but this time he had gripped the back of my thighs as he roughly gripped me. I couldn't even breathe at this point—all of my senses were overwhelmed.

Bucky was concentrated as he thrust into me hard, never making a single sound as he looked deeply into my eyes. The loud clapping sounds could be heard throughout the whole apartment, most likely in the hallway too. The thought of someone hearing us only turned me on more.

I opened my mouth to let out a moan, but nothing came out. His thrust never slowed down, causing beads of sweat to begin to form and roll down the side of his face.

This was a different side of Bucky I had ever seen; there was almost something animalistic about him right now. That didn't frighten me though...I only wanted more.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he got closer to coming. "Are you going to cum for me, big boy? Hmm?" I moaned. He didn't respond to me, but he began to let out deep moans. His thrusts started to get sloppy as his orgasm got closer.

He lets go of my thighs and leans his body onto mine so he can kiss my neck. The sensation of his breath hitting my next, his cock repeatedly hitting my spot...I knew that I was going to cum. As he came inside me hard, he let out the loudest moan I've ever heard from him. This caused my orgasm to hit me like a truck.

"Oh my god, I'm fucking cumming Bucky," I moan as I pull him closer to me by his hair.

"You're cumming all over me, pretty girl." He moans into my ear. We were both cumming together at this point and loudly moaning. I feel his hot soup begin to fill me up. His body shook and hardened against mine as he reached his release. My pussy clenched even tighter around his cock.

"Do you like cumming around this cock as I feel you up?" Yeah?" He kissed my neck some more as he was coming down from his orgasm. I just whimpered and nodded my head as I was coming down from my orgasm too. I couldn't speak even if I tried. His hips were now slowly moving until he decided to stop and just lay on top of me.

We both sat there in silence for a little bit, as his cock was still in me. Bucky then finally decided to pull out, causing us both to gasp, and he looked down at my pussy as his cum slowly leaked out of me.

"Doll, look at you. My messy cum is leaking out of that beautiful pussy." He almost coos at me as his finger tips gently swipe the cum back inside me.

I decided to sit up and stare at the handsome man in front of me. I felt like I was glowing, like I could be whatever with Bucky.

He looks up at me as I stare at him, causing him to tilt his head like a lost puppy. "Are you okay, honey?" He asked me with a concerned look on his face.

"Of course I am Buck; I was just looking at how handsome you are." I smile at him sweetly wanting to do nothing more than sit there and cuddle with him on his comfy couch. His cheeks began to get red as he blushed and looked back at me with a shy look.

I made Bucky flustered. This causes my heart to flutter against my chest.

"Aww, thank you, honey. You look amazing right now too." Bucky tells me as he leans forward to kiss my head and pinches my cheek afterwards.

"Come on, let's go get in the shower and get some food after. Does that sound good to you?" He asked me as he climbed off the couch and reached for my hand.

"That sounds great, handsome." I grab his hand, and he begins to lead us to his bathroom.

[yournowheregirl]

my mind’s been stuck on secret dolly parton fan southern!eddie and suddenly it sprouted 2k of fic so uhhh here ya go? more to follow! (unbeta’d btw) [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 1: jolene

He might not look it, but deep down, hidden beneath the leather jackets and silver chains, Eddie Munson is a good old-fashioned southern boy. If you heard his uncle talk, you’d know he’s not from around Hawkins, but Eddie has mostly hidden his roots over the years. He had traded in his faded blue jeans for ripped black ones, his momma’s country vinyls were hidden away and replaced by heavy metal tapes and his drawl only comes out when he’s drunk out of his mind, calling everyone darlin’ and sweet pea. 

He misses Tennessee sometimes, though he doesn’t remember much. He misses the warmth of the people and the sunshine, he misses the cornbread his old neighbor Mrs. Carter used to make, but he mostly misses his mom. Misses her laugh and the way she tucked him into bed with a song every night, always with the same Dolly Parton song. 

Maybe that’s why he always reaches out to Dolly when he’s feeling down in the dumps. 

And all because of Steve motherfuckin’ Harrington.

He doesn’t really know when it started exactly. Maybe it was back in high school, when Steve just filled out those gym shorts way too nicely. Maybe it was that summer when Eddie kept wandering through Starcourt Mall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Steve in that damn sailor outfit. Maybe it was going through hell and back and somehow coming out alive, matching demobat scars and all. 

He doesn’t know when, all he knows he’s halfway in love with Steve and it’s frustrating to say the least.

Frustrating because he and Steve are somehow friends now and friends apparently talk each other’s ears off about their respective love lives. Including Steve’s endless supply of flirtations with girls at Family Video, just like today.

Steve’s been sweet talking some girl named Emily for the past twenty minutes now, really laying it on thick. Telling her how nice this shirt looks on her, how pretty her eyes look, how she really should find someone to watch Sixteen Candles with. Eddie turns away so that Steve won’t see the way his eyes roll at yet another one of Emily’s adorable little giggles. 

It’s not even justified, the nasty feeling in his stomach, the green snake of jealousy that slithers around his throat. It’s not like Steve is actually his. He’s just Eddie's friend. Eddie’s great, very straight, very much ladies’ man, friend. So Eddie keeps his mouth shut, grips his copy of The Thing a little tighter and pushes that feeling way deep down as the bell dings and Emily disappears through the door.

“Ha! Harrington’s back, baby!” Steve exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.

“What are we celebrating?” Eddie asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“Got a date this Friday.” Steve grins. He wiggles a piece of paper in between his fingers, probably with Emily’s phone number scribbled on it. 

“Nice.” Eddie says with a tight smile, hoping to God that Steve’s still too smitten to notice the way his body has gone all rigid. 

“Yeah, she’s pretty nice isn’t she?” Steve sighs happily. “Just hope she’s the one, y’know? I’m so tired of all those first dates, asking about each other’s siblings and favorite colors and I just… yeah, I just hope she’ll be the one.”

“Rooting for you, man.” Eddie says and oh my God, what kind of bro talk is that? Eddie wants to kick himself, but he just looks away instead, dropping the VHS on the counter.

“Thanks!” 

And he just looks so happy. His eyes glistening with hope, his lips (oh god his lips) turned into a victorious smile, his entire body just exuding confidence. Eddie really shouldn’t be mad at him, not when he looks like that.

Instead Eddie spends the entire drive back to the trailer park fuming and thinking of little miss ‘I-Hope-She’s-The-One’ Emily. Now, his momma raised him to be a gentleman but that vicious snake that made itself home in his stomach makes him want set fire to Emily’s stupidly perfect pleaded skirts. 

He’s so pissed off that he misses the exit that leads to Forest Hill, and instead he just keeps on driving. Past the luxurious villas, past the wide open fields, past the Leaving Hawkins sign. He doesn’t know where he’s going exactly, he just knows he has to leave. 

He only stops when it starts to turn dark outside and he spots a few warm lamps just on the side of the road. After closer inspection, it turns out to be a roadside bar, hidden away beneath some trees. Eddie’s stomach rumbles and he realizes that he hadn’t eaten since noon, so he parks the van and walks towards the bar, aptly named Off-Road.

Once Eddie steps inside, it’s like he’s suddenly back in Tennessee. He’s seeing men in flannel, shooting whiskey at the bar. Women in plaid dresses, dancing along to some honky-tonk song that’s playing on the radio. The wall decorated with all kinds of things that just scream Americana, old-faded photos of farms, a row of cowboy hats, an acoustic guitar on the wall.

He can’t believe what he's seeing, so he almost stumbles over his own feet as he makes his way to the bar.

“Hiya kid. What can I get ya?”

Eddie looks up to see a small, but buff woman standing behind the bar. Her silver hair is cropped short and pulled back by a red bandana and the tassels on her leather vest swivel as she cleans a glass with a dishrag.

“Uh, just a Coke, I guess?” Eddie says. “Do you also serve food?”

“Yeah, mac ’n cheese’s on the menu today.” The woman smiles, busying herself with finding a bottle of coke beneath the counter. “What’s your name kid? I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Eddie.”

“Nice to meet ya, Eddie. My name’s Pat.” Her voice is low and silky smooth, with the southern twang Eddie only hears when his uncle talks. “You from around here?”

“Hawkins.” Eddie nods. “But originally from Tennessee.”

Pat’s face lights up. “No way! Me too! Small world.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Eddie says. “Pat, can I ask… what is this place?”

“Oh this ol’ place?” Pat laughs. “This is just a lil’ home away from home. I’ve moved here for Tish, she’s the one in the green dress over there.” She waves towards the other side of the bar, where a woman with dark curls is scrubbing one of the tables. “But I’ve always missed home, y’know? So, we started this place a couple of years ago, 

“You and Tish are…” Eddie trails off, not sure if he’s put the right puzzle pieces together.

“Tish is my partner, yes.” Pat’s smile fades and gets replaced with a stern look. “You got a problem with that kid?”

“No!” Eddie says quickly, waving his hands in protest. “No, not at all. I’m… I’m also gay, y’know.”

“Tish!” Pat calls out, smiling when Tish looks up. “We got another one!”

“Stop adopting gay kids, Pat!” Tish calls back. “We’re running out of rooms!”

Eddie laughs. He’s gonna like it here.

-xxx-

After Pat’s absolutely heavenly mac ’n cheese, Eddie finds himself relax more and more and for the first time, he lets out his accent without any alcohol in his system. It’s not like anyone will make fun of him for it here, he thinks that Pat probably would encourage him to be as southern as he can be.

He chats with Pat and Tish and some of the other patrons as the time ticks by. Swapping stories about back down south, laughing at things the people here in Indiana just don’t understand, Eddie’s never felt more at home. 

Tish suddenly excuses herself as the bluegrass music on the speakers fades away. Eddie watches as she walks to the little podium in the far back of the bar and announces that the open mic night has begun and that anyone can join. An older man immediately jumps up and grabs the guitar off the wall and starts playing a song that Eddie vaguely remembers from back home.

“D’you play, kid?” Pat asks. “You look like you play.”

“Yeah, guitar.” Eddie replies. “Not like this though.”

“I figured.” Pat snorts. “You don’t really seem like the Willie Nelson type. But you’re welcome to step up and play us something.”

Eddie hesitates. Pat’s right, the music he normally plays doesn’t really fit in here. This is not the Hideout, this is not the place for screaming bloody murder about the injustices of the world and headbang while Gareth smashes the drums. 

Still, he’s feeling strangely drawn to the podium, especially when his mind provides him with a reminder why he drove away from Hawkins in the first place: Steve and perfect little Emily. And suddenly, he knows exactly what song to play. 

“Wish me luck.” Eddie grins at Pat as he stands up from his seat.

“Break a leg, Eddie.” Pat winks and shoots him an encouraging smile.

Eddie makes his way to the other side of the bar, patiently waiting until the older man finishes his song and whooping with excitement once he plays the final chord. The older man smiles at him, grateful, and hands the guitar over to him as Eddie sits down on the stool in front of the microphone.

“Uh, good evenin’ everyone.” Eddie says into the microphone. “It’s my first time here, actually and I, uh, I don’t even know if I can play this song, but let’s try, shall we?”

The room is eerily quiet as Eddie tries to remember the chords from so long ago, the chords his momma used to play on warm summer days in their backyard. 

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene… I’m beggin’ of ya, please don’t take my man.” 

The words feel foreign and yet strangely familiar in his mouth. It’s been so long since he heard this song, but the words just flow out of him easily

“He talks about you in his sleep and there’s nothing I can do to keep from cryin’ when he calls your name, Jolene.” Eddie’s voice is soft, softer than it’s ever been as he tries so hard to push away the images of Steve and Emily, happily together. “And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man. But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.”

It feels good, cathartic even, to sing this song. Maybe even better than screaming along to Metallica’s latest album. Not that he’ll ever admit that to anyone, but it’s the truth. There’s no other song right now that understands exactly what he’s going through, that says the things that he wants to say but can’t, not out loud anyway. 

“Please don’t take him even though you can…”

Eddie plays a few more chords until he finally lets the song fade out and the bar burst out into the applause. It’s not the biggest applause he’s ever had (apparently murder charges does wonders for forming a crowd at the Hideout), but it’s definitely in the top three of best post-performance feelings of his life. Maybe because these people just get him, maybe because he can just sing about his feelings for Steve out in the open and no one will judge him or ask any questions about it.

“You got some real talent, kid.” Pat nods as Eddie slides back onto his bar stool.“You’re welcome to come back and sing a little Dolly for us anytime.”

Eddie’s certain that he will.

[adamsstabwound]

Adam x Archangel!Mreader

-cock signing off

A/N: pretty gn though ngl 😔🙏 first posted fic btw be nice 2 me 💕

Summary: you'd met him in the Garden of Eden between Lilith and Eves creation. The new human had taken a fondness for you.

The air in the garden was warm, a comfortable warm, when was it not? You'd come to visit the human god had created for only the second time, you were simply there to keep him company for the short while.

As you walked through the angelic(pun intended) garden, in search of the human, you came to a pause. You stood straight, looking around, puzzled as of to where the hell he had gone- it's one garden, where could he have possibly wandered off to?

You sighed at the silence, nothing but the beautiful songs of birds and the rustles of the leaves in the gentle breeze. It was.. nice. It felt more colorful than heaven. All of the vivid colors seemed not to follow any set of rules, any specific strict palettes. It was.. natural. Beautiful. You felt out of place in your brightly colored white robes and golden wings. Among so many unique and gorgeous things and here you stood with NO fashion.

You were snapped from your thoughts as you heard a splash, your head snapping in the direction it had emmited from. Surely it was Adam- well. No. He wasnt the only thing in this god damn garden but-

You sighed softly as you made your way forward, coming to a clearing where a large pond lay, Adam sat comfortably at the shore of it, watching the creatures he'd oh so proudly named ducks paddle through it. As he heard you approach, he excitedly turned his head towards you with an eager smile, only for his expression to soften in some kind of disappointment when he saw you.

You waved awkwardly before sitting beside the human, you wanted to pretend to watch the ducks, but your eyes couldn't help but stay fixed on Adam. In the strong silence, he finally spoke,

"Will i get a new wife?" He asked dryly, staring towards the lake, but his voice was laced with a subtle sorrow.

You frowned softly, followed by a gentle nod, "soon, Adam." You assured, tilting your head to properly face the human, "what are we doing today, Adam?" You smiled in an attempt to ease the tension, trying to cheer the man up.

He peered to you softly once more, raising his brows, in thought. You watched, taking note of his features, how soft yet sharp they were. How endearing, how fascinating. A human. The fi-

"I was thinking," Adam began, ripping you from your thoughts once more. You raised your brows almost mockingly. Adam? A human? Thinking? How revolutionary.

He furrowed his brows softly as he took note of your rather telling sarcastic expression, snickering softly to himself, "dont look at me like that-" he groaned, sighing and leaning back on his hands.

You smiled, trying to imitate Adams posture as you too sat back on your hands. Nodding softly to Adam in acknowledgment, "Okay,, well what were you thinking, Adam?" You questioned, looking to the human.

He smiled excitedly, obviously happy to share any and all thoughts with someone who could- well- reply to them. He couldn't deny his own loneliness. He was,, pathetic.

"Okay okay, well i was thinking of a name for y-" he started, only for you to interrupt him, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Adam, we've discussed this. I already HAVE a name i don't need-" you objected, only for Adam to put a gentle finger against your lips to shush you before he continued,

"A friend name! Just for us?" He pleaded, pouting his lip playfully, to which you groaned in irritation. You couldnt deny the soft spot you'd already grown towards the human. It was rather embarrassing actually.

"Okay. Just for us." You repeated, sighing deeply and nodding to Adam, the mans face lighting up instantly, leaning forward.

"OKAY OKAY-" he began, you couldn't help but roll your eyes already, peering off to the side as if youd found something more interesting to look at.

"So what about.."

[haveatthee83]

Under My Skin (Monkey D. Luffy/Reader) 7/7

Inspo: Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Fluff, weddings, discussion of death and dead relatives, brief descriptions of post-battle, kids.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You heaved on your back, trying desperately to get as much air as you could into your lungs, the battle finally settling around you. You forced your head to look to your right, a bright smile spreading across your face, there was Luffy, he had it. After all this waiting, you had found the poneglyphs, you had found the location they led to and there you had all found a great many traps, monsters, and even a few undead protectors all getting tougher and tougher as you got to the center of the island.

Your captain stood atop a hill of gold, the sun setting behind him as he held up this shining, metal orb, wrapped in a band of crystal, it was the god damned One Piece. You beamed and desperately tried dragging yourself to your feet, struggling to hold yourself up, but your eyes never left Luffy in Gear 5, flashes of Nika, Joy Boy, and Gol D. Roger all running through your mind, ripping pure laughter from your throat.

Luffy’s eyes sparkled as he held up this amazing treasure in his hands, and he realized, “I did it. I got it, I FUCKIN GOT IT!” he cheered, literally leaping for joy, his red eyes landing right on your beat up, but smiling body. Luffy cheered and sprinted down the large pile of gold, aiming right for you.

You grunted as he barreled into you, both of you cackling as he landed, him hovering over you, his hands on either side of your head, “I got it.” He whispered, trying to suppress his beaming smile a little bit.

“You’re the King of the fucking Pirates.” You whispered back, not even trying to stop your ear-splitting grin. Luffy slammed his lips against yours, his Gear 5 melting away.

“Marry me,” Luffy mumbled against your lips, swallowing your piercing gasp, “C’mon, marry me, be my queen.” He giggled into your mouth.

You had to actively push Luffy back, heaving laughter as you nodded, “Okay, pretty boy. I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed, shoulders shaking as you let him dive back into your lips.

Luffy pulled back and hoisted you up into his arms, letting you hold the treasured orb, “I AM MONKEY D. LUFFY!” he hollered to the air, “I’M THE KING OF THE PIRATES, AND I’M GETTING MARRIED!” he yelled out, receiving hoots and hollers from the Straw-Hats, all recovering from the fight and jogging up to you two as fast as they could.

The wedding came three months later, held on an ornately decorated Thousand Sunny. You had Robin, Nami, and Usopp-he insisted-in your wedding party, all dresses in beautiful gowns of different colors, Robin in a deep plum, Nami in an emerald green, and Usopp in a pale yellow. Luffy had Sanji, Trafalgar Law, and Eustass Kidd at his side, all three crews in attendance. Other notable guests were the “resurrected” Sabo, Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates, Buggy and his crew, Mihawk, and Sir Crocodile, all of whom were scattered across their ships, watching the ceremony, the captains and warlords all sat in the few chairs left open on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Two seats were left empty, right in the front row, next to each other. They each sported little framed photos, one of Ace, one of your brother, both of them beaming in glass frames, green and orange respectively.

Zoro pulled at his collar, not used to the constricting feeling, but he stopped when he noticed Mihawk glaring at the poor etiquette, straightening his back. Zoro, as first mate, was to officiate.

You sighed, trying to shake out some nerves as you heard Brook start playing your music. You and Luffy were far from a traditional couple, so your wedding was nothing different. Luffy wore only a blazer, opting out of a shirt, the music playing was a wedding march from your island, a rendition of the slow song you and Luffy had danced to on his birthday, and your dress was very you. The bodice hugged your torso, colorful glass beads running across its white, silky surface, and the skirt was shorter at the front, falling just above your knees, the back just brushing your ankles, which were clad in your same old boots, shined and gleaming. You and Luffy both still wore your hats on your heads, you opting out of a veil. Your bouquet was all selected from your island.

You swallowed your nerves, a bright smile breaking across your face as you took the first steps out toward your fiancé.

Luffy beamed, his face going a bit rosy as he saw how pretty you looked all dolled up. He watched you closely as you walked down the aisle, reaching out to hold your hands as you handed off your bouquet. He practically buzzed with excitement, unable to stop himself from leaning down and kissing your painted lips, receiving a few wolf whistles and cheers.

Luffy was quickly chastised by Zoro, “You’re supposed to wait on that, moron!” he growled, pulling Luffy off of you, much to both of your disappointment.

“Then marry us quicker,” Luffy huffed, a few barked laughs coming from the crowd.

Zoro rolled his eyes and started, “Thank you, everyone for coming today.” He droned, reading out a book on a little podium in front of him, “We are gathered here to witness the marriage of one King of the Pirates, Monkey D. Luffy, and-” Zoro called out your full name, “Now, I feel like I should mention, if any of you fuckers object, I’m just gonna throw you overboard.” He called, glaring with his one eye, “So, I’m not even gonna fuckin ask.” You and Luffy laughed, joined by scattered chuckles behind you, “So let’s just-uh-do the fucking vows or whatever, Luffy first.”

Luffy chuckled and turned to face you more fully, “Hey,” he started, squeezing your hand.

“Hey.” You whispered back, face feeling sore from your immovable smile.

“You are the only person I could ever see myself up here with,” Luffy said, “I mean, it was practically prophesied,” He joked with a quick laugh, “You make me happy every day, and I love you so much. I can’t wait to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of our lives, or to fight for freedom with you, and I can’t wait for every little quiet moment in between.” He confessed, “I promise to be there every day, to wake up every morning and try to make the world a better place for you. I promise to love you and hold you close as long as you’ll let me.”

You gave Luffy a watery smile, mouthing a little, ‘I love you’.

Zoro nodded, satisfied, “And now, glass girl.” He said, and you snorted a laugh at the nickname.

You took a deep breath, shifting your hands to where you were holding Luffy’s hands in your own, “Monkey D. Luffy,” you laughed out, shaking your head in disbelief, “You are the single best man I’ve ever met. You make me laugh, you make me the happiest I’ve ever been, and frankly, you make me a better person every day.” You said, “You’re already an amazing king and I can’t wait to see what else you do. I’m so excited that I get to call you mine, and I’m so glad you want me to be yours.” You bit back a few tears, laughing instead, and Luffy reached up to wipe them away, “Thank you. I-I promise to love you and stand by you every day, to fight every day for a better tomorrow,” you broke out into giggles, “and to see how accurate Portgas was with his stupid guesses,” Luffy snorted, the other Straw-Hats laughing knowingly, “and to love you and hold you close as long as you’ll let me.” You whispered, squeezing his hands in yours.

“Sounds good to me!” Zoro announced, digging the rings out of his pocket, holding the simple bands out for you, “Put em on.” He lightly commanded, nodding down at the jewelry.

You and Luffy laughed and shook your head, grabbing your respective rings, sliding them onto each other’s fingers. The rings had simple engravings on each side, one of polished flames, and the other of the rounded cloudlike shapes of Luffy’s Gear 5 form. Nothing too flashy, no gems or diamonds, but perfect for you two, the metal treated to adapt around your Devil Fruit abilities.

“I pronounce you, married!” Zoro called out awkwardly, smacking the book closed, “Now you can kiss her.” He said to a beaming Luffy.

Said man wasted no time, swooping you into his arms, kissing you deeply, dipping you low as cheers and hollers erupted around them, the sound of celebratory cannon fire making you smile.

The massive group moved to the island you were anchored by, a completely abandoned tropical, summer island, completely letting loose with a loud party full of rum, good food, and music.

You and Luffy found yourselves dancing on the sandy beach, your shoes long gone, surrounded by familiar faces. You had your back to his front, one of your hands reached up into his hair and the other holding his hand that was wrapped around your waist. He held your hip with the other, holding you straddled over one of his knees, both of you grinding to the beat. You laughed and smiled at the silly things he’d whisper in your ear between stolen kisses and little nips at your neck and ear.

Luffy practically purred as you tugged a bit at the hair at the nape of his neck, “Having fun, wifey?” he asked, both of your beaming at the nickname.

“Absolutely, hubby.” You teased, placing a lipstick staining kiss to his jaw. “Always love dancing with you.” You muttered into his skin.

Luffy smirked and grabbed your hands, spinning you out from him before pulling you back in, facing him this time, and he placed your arms around his neck and grabbed at your hips. He placed his forehead against yours, knocking both of your hats around your necks. “You’re my wife,” he muttered, his eyes almost heart shaped as he looked at you.

“You’re my husband,” you purred, the same affection and passion in your gaze.

“Wanna hear something funny?” Luffy asked. You nodded, “My birthday wish came true.”

You smiled, confused, “Yeah? How so?”

“I wished that I could get to make you smile forever, and now, I can.” He said, pulling you all the closer against his body.

Robin and Zoro toasted bottles of rum, “We did it.” She cheered, both taking a long swig.

“We got the fuckers married.” Zoro smirked in agreement, raising the bottle back to his lips. “When are we gonna have to set one of these up for you and the cyborg?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Robin glared at the swordsman, “Oh, hush.” She said, before pointedly walking away, straight toward Franky.

Zoro let out a deep belly laugh as she went, slapping the rock he sat on.

“Wanna introduce you to somebody.” Luffy muttered, leading you toward one of the edges of the dancing crowd. You found a slightly older pirate with red hair and a scar over his left eye nursing a bottle of rum and talking to a tall man with gray hair who was smoking a cigarette, both laughing quietly.

“Little Anchor!” Shanks called out, holding his arm out in greeting, hooking it around Beckman’s neck. “Congrats!” he exclaimed.

Luffy laughed and presented you to the man, “Shanks, meet my wife,” he said, telling Shanks your name, “aka The Glass Dragon!” he bragged, looping his arm around your waist, “The unofficial Queen of Pirates. She won’t let me make it official.”

You flushed and whacked Luffy’s chest, “You dork.” You muttered.

“Your dork.” Luffy chided.

Shanks grinned widely, “Lovely to meet you!” he greeted happily, putting his bottle down and standing, putting his hand out for a handshake. You smiled and grabbed his hand, yelping as you were yanked out of Luffy’s arms, rushed into a tight hug with the older pirate captain, “Any friend of Luffy is a friend of mine!” He exclaimed before pulling back, holding you at arm’s length, patting your shoulder, “You know, I never thought I’d see the day this crazy kid fell in love, but here we are, and I couldn’t be happier.”

You chuckled and patted Shanks’s hand with your own, “Thank you Mr. Shanks, sir.” You muttered awkwardly, unsure what to call the emperor.

“Just call me Shanks, sweet cheeks.” He chirped, clapping your shoulder one more time before letting you return to Luffy’s side. Shanks’s eyes softened when he saw Luffy fiddling with the string of his hat at his neck. “Hey, kid.” He called, stepping closer to be in front of Luffy. “Keep it.”

Luffy’s eyes shot wide, “But you said-!”

“Are you done yet?” Shanks chided, letting out a satisfied hum when Luffy shook his head, “Then it has more adventures to see, besides,” Shanks smirked, “What’s a king without his crown?” Shanks’s heart swelled as it fully set in, this hat has seen both Kings, and he had been there to witness them both. And as he saw Luffy wrap back around you, smiling at how happy and in love you were, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Six years had passed and you two were content together.

“Get back here, you little shits!” you cackled, chasing three little pairs of feet across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, dodging past a few of your crewmates as you went. When you caught up with them, you swept all three of them up in your arms, setting the oldest on your shoulders and holding the other two on your hips. “River, Ruby, Rocky, you guys need to chill out!” You chastised, walking them over to where your husband was talking with Usopp and Nami about navigation plans and inventory.

You came up beside him, setting your kids down and pecking Luffy on the cheek. “Hey, baby.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around his middle, smiling as he set his arm over your shoulders. “You having a good day?”

Luffy chuckled and shrugged, “Better now that you’re here.” He said.

You smirked, looking up at your husband, “Guess what?” Luffy hummed, encouraging you to go on, both of you ignoring the rest of the world for a moment, “Portgas was wrong.” You sing songed.

Luffy’s brows knit together, and he squinted at you, confused, “What do you mean?”

“Start coming up with baby names, Luffy. We gotta get creative this time.” You teased.

Luffy’s face lit up, “Really?” he threw his head back and cackled before picking you up and twirling you in his arms. “We’re having another kid!” He exclaimed, a few of your crewmates hearing and giving scattered whoop’s, but poor Zoro groaned.

“Another one?” he muttered, dreading the antics of another one of Luffy’s offspring. He turned to Robin who was sat next to him on the lawn deck, “Throw me overboard.” He droned. She just laughed and waved him off, taking a sip of her tea.

“You love it.” She teased, setting the teacup back on its saucer, “You adore those little kids.”

Zoro glowered, “I love my sanity more.”

You and Luffy stood at the helm of the ship, “I love you,” you muttered, drawing him into a soft kiss.

“I love you too.” He mumbled as he pulled away. “How’s Raven if it’s a girl?”

“Not bad,” you nodded, “Reminds me of Robin.” Luffy chuckled, wrapping you in his arms around the shoulders, kissing the top of your head.

[ilovearthur-morgan]

She Keeps Me Up | Chaper 2

pairing: arthur morgan x fem/afab!reader

Plot summary: the band meet for drinks, Arthur tags along and everyone gets a bit tipsy...

warning: smut <- minors dni! drinking (everyone is above the legal drinking age), unprotected piv (wrap it up!), alcohol induced smut, oral (f receiving), no physical description of reader, talk of pussy, multiple orgasms, there might be more but I can't think of it so pls lmk if I've missed any

a/n: this is my first smut chapter so I hope it's not too shoddy if so I will change it or take it out if its that bad <3, enjoy!

chapter 1 below

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The bar was still dingy, but Arthur didn't care. He was going to get to see you. He couldn't wait. Arthur opened the bar door and spotted John and the band immediately. "Arthur!" John called him over with a wave. he slowly strutted over, making eye contact with you as he does so. you waved at him, and he waved back. He sits next to you and holds out his hand. "Arthur, nice to meet you." You shake his hand and tell him your name. "What are you drinkin' tonight, sweetheart?" he asked. "Just whiskey for now," you replied with a smile.

He walked over to the bar tender. "Two whiskeys, please." The bar tender complies and hands him the drinks. He walked back over to you and hands you your whiskey. "Oh Arthur, you shouldn't have!" You say as you take the drink. " 's fine, sweetheart." You begin talking, and as you begin talking, the drinks began flowing like the conversation. In your tipsy state, you and Arthur talked about anything and everything. like your occupation, how you ended up playing bass, butterflies? for some reason "Papillon!" you exclaim. "What?" Arthur replies confusedly. "Papillon! its french for butterfly!"

"Alright, sweetheart" he sighs, shaking his head. As the conversation slowed, Nickelback began to play. "Oh my godddd!!! I love this song!" you slur as you take arthurs hand and drunkenly drag him to the dancefloor. You both began to sway. His hands found their way to your hips, grasping them gently. Your bodies began to push in to each other, slowly becoming one. As the song slowed to its end, you looked up to Arthur "Thanks" you say breathily. "Anytime, darling" he mumble back to you.

You looked at him with a certain intensity in your eyes. "Arthur...." You look up at him with half lidded, and he feels like he's going to melt. he can't wait any longer. His lips slam into yours in a passionate kiss. And there you were. There was no one else in that bar except you two, entrapped in a delicate dance. After a few minutes, he pulled away to breathe. "My place? it's down the road" you say hurriedly. he nods, taking your hand and pulling you out the door.

After a few minutes, you're in your apartment, slammed up against the door with Arthur attacking your neck. Without pulling away, he drags you to your sofa and gently pushes you on it. He rips his shirt off and climbs on top of you. His fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt as he continues the assault on your neck. His lips move down to your collar bone, leaving hickeys as he goes. He eventually pulls your shirt over your head. "God damn, you're gorgeous." he mumbles before leaving sloppy kisses on your collar bone. You can't help but let breathy sighs leave your mouth. His hands reach around your back and unhooks your bra. He gently lifts off your bra but throws it somewhere behind him. His lips meet the valley between your breasts, whilst one of his hands snakes its way up to your left breast. His calloused hands grope your tits as he began to kiss down to your abdomen.

"Want these off, sweetheart?" he looks up at you. you can't say anything but nod. His fingers hook into the waist band of your trousers as he pulls them down, leaving you almost bare in front of him. He places gentle kisses on your inner thigh, moving his way up to where you most want him. His fingers slip into your underwear and he tugs them down till they're around your ankles. "Such a pretty pussy... this all for me, sweetheart?", you nod. he places a long strip up the slit of your dripping core with his tongue. You can't help but let out a loud moan. As you moan, Arthur chuckles against your core, sending vibrations through you. This man continues to lap against you like a starving man. you reach closer and closer to your orgasm . He squeezes your thighs, letting you know it's okay to come. You can't help yourself but come at his motions, moaning his name. Arthur cleans you up and crawls up your body, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

"Please, Arthur, I need more...." You tell him, gasping for breath as though you'd just ran a marathon. He chuckles. "Of course, sweetheart." he replies as he undoes his belt buckle. He pulls down his trousers and underwear, letting his aching cock spring free. You can't help but gasp at the size of him. "Like what you see, darlin'?" he chuckles. You nod. He runs his hard dick through your sopping folds, hitting your clit. Your eyes roll at the sensation. He lines himself up with your cunt. Achingly slowly, he rolls himself into you. The stretch was almost painful if it didn't feel so damn good. He gasped at the feeling of your tight, velvety walls fluttering around him. He could've almost come on the spot. He began to pump himself in and out of you. This man had officially ruined other men for you. He began to pick up the pace. All that could be heard throughout the apartment was the sound of skin on skin and your gasps and moans. He frantically began ramming his hips into you, "Please! Arthur! I'm gonna-". He cuts you off. "I know, sweetheart, me too". After a few more frantic pumps, you both came.

Arthur collapsed onto you. Wrapping his arms around you, placing gentle kisses on your collar bone. After such a high intensity night, you both felt rather sleepy, and you fell asleep together on your sofa, embraced with one another

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a/n: I really hope that wasn't too shit, feedback is very much welcome! thanks for reading! <3

[kartana]

[People I'd like to get to know better]

thank you tagging me @weepycat !!! I remember first getting on tumblr and seeing these all the time and wanting to do them so bad but I was too shy. I hope ur doing well!!!

Last song: Misty Mauve by Tatsuro Yamashita. I found a clean rip on SoundCloud and it's been my one song I repeat on there so I avoid ads. I've memorized phonetically 85% of the song since spanish and Japanese have the same sounds. I've played this song for years now it's crazy but also it's so good I highly rec it

Favorite color: there's a specific shade of yellow orange that just really brightens my day like what a sunset looks like right before the sky turns to night. Between Mandarin peels and Neon orange climbing rope. Specifically when it's like the splash of color in an otherwise muted scene idk. I feel like my answer changes a lot tho

Currently watching: I guess the last thing I watched was Dandadan with a friend of mine, I saw the first episode and ended up reading the entire manga so it's likely going to be the series I keep up with. Very excited to see turbo granny soon

Currently reading: I just fixed up my nook and downloaded all of Brandon Sandersons stormlight archive books, I've just finished part 1 of his first book The Way of Kings. I'm reading since my friend really wanted me n other friends ti read it so she could start a book club so I'm reading it partly for her and partly because I haven't bitten into a fat fantasy book in a while and I know I'd like it. I was starting his other book mistborn but was told off and instructed to read the way of kings first so im doing that. I'm also reading the manga Gachuakuta as it comes out chapter by chapter with one of my close friends it's been really fun being able to follow a manga as it releases and the art style goes hard.

Last movie: took me a second but I think it was Doctor Sleep at a friend's movie night. I have not watched the shining. Which I feel adds to the experience in a sideways unique way. Rebecca Ferguson's hat in that movie is so funny. I liked it but it felt kinda insane. Like it could've been weirder but it had some shining Hollywood ropes to jump thru. Very fun otherwise very silly.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet I'm sorry to my spicy and savory lovers I'm right there with you but I've recently embraced and accepted I have a sweet tooth and it's been wonderful. I can still throw it down spicy style with only a little crying and savory is soooo close too but sweet. The grip honey in my tea has on me.

Relationship status: I'm dating someone rn 🫣 it's been about 2 months since our first date and it's been really nice🥰. It's been really helpful since in August I needed to get rid of a friend crush which is now back to being a good friendship and today I'm gonna introduce my date to a lot of friends so I'm half nervous half very excited for people to meet. Every day I thank God for Bi women. Bi4Bi baby

Current obsession: Competitive Pokémon TCG. It's truly taking over my life in a good way I love it so much. I want to get to worlds next year. I have like 4 decks rn and I'm making more. My strongest deck and most consistent(despite it being by nature an inconsistent deck) has been playing Lugia Archeops I love those two pokemon and I love how the deck plays. It's a joy to look at new cards and try and game theory new innovations or strategies against other met decks and I have been really good about not buying packs and gambling away money. I will buy singes and b happy. Please talk to me about this I will happily explain and help you get into it.

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[deanwritings]

FwB: Chapter 2 - Feels like the First Time 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 3,746 of pure smut. There is literally no plot here.

Warning: Smut (in case the title was not obvious) and 18+ themes and language. Gratuitous overuse of the word "fuck".

Gif:

Master List

A/N: Get ready folks, there ain't no slow burn here.

And moving forward, for some, maybe all smut chapters, I'll have a song inspiration to set the mood. First one is:

Song: Black Betty by Spiderbait 

“I’m in.” You swallow down the nervousness that had built up like bile in your throat. 

You didn’t know why you were so anxious as you approached the green-eyed hunter’s door. He had already done the hard part; asking you to hook up.

Cleary he was into you, at least physically. He literally told you he wanted to have sex with you, so there was no risk of rejection, just a world of sexual opportunities. But there was something about the gorgeous man in front of you that made your heart pound in your chest like a young girl about to have her first kiss. 

You watch as his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and your eyes follow the movement down to his shirtless chest and your mouth pops open as you take in his toned chest, complete with pentagram tattoo. Your lips feel dry as you continue to admire the faint inkling of abs, leading down to his strong hips, adorned in gray sweats that do nothing to conceal his excitement. 

You briefly wonder if he’s shirtless on purpose, and your eyes flick up to his, a knowing gleam in his gaze giving you your answer. 

You reach your arms out, your hands landing on his bare shoulders as you push him inside, kicking the door closed behind you as you step in.

“Right now?” His eyes shimmer as his chest rises, along with the tent in his sweats. 

“Right now,” you nod, not wanting to lose your nerve. 

Like you said, you weren’t someone who did hookups, but god damn if you hadn’t had a few nights imaging your fingers belonging to the man in front of you, or wondering how he liked to fuck; fast and hard, slow and meticulous? You couldn’t help it. Just one look at Dean and the man exuded sex. From the defined jawline, the muscular body, the height. There was something about Dean that was the perfect height for a man. At least for you. 

Dean takes calculated steps towards you, breaking your thoughts as one arm wraps around your waist, pulling your body against his as his free hand grips your chin, crashing his lips to yours. 

You wish you could savor the moment as his lips moved against yours, the crisp taste of beer hitting your senses as his tongue dips into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, but that wasn’t what was happening here. Not tonight at least. If you were going to do this, you needed to get it done before either of you could back out. 

It was time to sign your agreement. 

You start walking, his feet following yours as you lead him backwards until his knees bump against the edge of the bed. One hand grips the short hair against his neck while the other holds his stubbled cheek. 

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest as his erection presses against your leg. The feeling elicits your hips to rock against his, earning yourself the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard. Your center throbs painfully at the noise, anticipating what’s next. 

You take a step back, both of your hands falling away from each other. 

You almost laugh at the look of loss from Dean, his mouth falling open and his eyes searching to see if you changed your mind. 

Instead, you lick your lips before your fingers find the hem of your shirt, ripping it over your head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving you both shirtless. 

“Holy fuck,” Dean breathes out as he stares at your tits, and you can’t help the swell of pride you feel as he shamelessly stares at your chest. It was a nice feeling to know that a man who has probably seen countless boobs in his lifetime could be brought breathless by you. 

As he continues to stare, you take a step back to him, closing the space between you. You reach out to capture his lips again, but before you can find them, his arm wraps around your waist tight and he lifts you off your feet, spinning you and tossing you onto the mattress in one swift motion. 

He stands at the edge of the bed, and you raise yourself up on your elbow, finding his green eyes, telling him to join you. 

He kneels onto the bed, prowling to you, his eyes dark, before his body hovers over yours and you rest yourself back down. 

You lick your lips as he stares down at you, his pupils large and gleaming with lust. Your heart rate rises as you take in a breath. You close your lips and nod, and that’s all he needs before he crashes his lips back to yours. 

You kick your legs up and wrap them around his waist, pulling him into you as he grunts against you from the movement, but you never break the needy kiss.

You need to feel his body against yours, feel him, hard against your center, causing your hips to buck and a moan escape your lips. 

“Christ, sweetheart,” Dean mumbles onto your lips as you grind against him again, desperately needing the friction as your center now aches for something to fill it. A small voice in your head tells you you should be ashamed for being so needy, especially after the morning you had, but you don’t give a shit right now. 

At your motion, his lips leave yours, finding your neck and your hands wrap around his shoulders, your nails scraping along the bare skin as his teeth graze your pulse point before he wraps hip lips around the spot and begins to suck.

Your back arches into him and your nails dig into his back, his erection once again teasing you as you drive it against your throbbing pussy. You tighten your legs around his waist, keeping the pressure of him against you as his lips travel further down your neck, stopping for a moment to lick at your collarbone before diving head first into the valley of your breasts. 

Dean pushes himself off you a bit, resting his weight on his arms encasing you. 

His eyes flick up to you and he shoots you a devilish grin that makes your heart pound.

Ever so fucking slowly, that god damn tease, he lowers himself back to you, his nose grazing your perked nipple and you circle your hips into his pelvis in response.

“Dean,” you moan, continuing to grind against him.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” His hot breath tickles your breast. 

“I want you to fuck me. Now.” You roll your head back and close your eyes as he continues to let his warm breath play against your nipple. It’s fucking maddening. 

“Not yet,” his mouth suddenly devours your nipple, his teeth lighting grazing over the sensitive skin. The sensation overwhelms you as you gasp as the surprise. 

“You. Fucking. Tease.” You pant as his tongue swirls around your bud, his teeth getting in on the action as well. 

Your back arches and you can’t stop the needy moan from escaping your lips. You felt like you were about to explode as your pussy throbbed against his erection pressing into you and his teeth on your tit.

Oh my god. You press into him harder. You were going to—

“Ahhh,” the muscles within you explode against the pressure and your whole body tingles alive with heat as your face flushes and you lose your breath.

That was a first. You never came from tit play before. 

Dean pulls away from you, watching you with a sparkle in his eye as you gasp underneath him.

“Did you just—” That cocky grin appears on his face.

You huff out a labored breath, and instead of answering him, you roll your weight against him, using his moment of distraction, to roll him onto his side, and onto his back, you now straddling him. 

“I told you,” your chest heaves as you try to regain your breath without missing a beat. “I want you to fuck me.” You stare down at him with a smirk, the wetness of your orgasm pressing against your still needing cunt. 

“And if you won’t,” you narrow your eyes. “Guess I’ll have to do it myself.” Now you smirk as Dean gulps beneath you. 

You lift yourself off him and move down his legs until you have enough room to pull his long, gray sweats away from his waist and thighs, leaving him in his tented navy boxers. You stare at the elevated fabric and lick your licks, anticipating what’s underneath. 

Your eyes flick up to his, and he’s watching you with parted lips and dark eyes. That’s all you need as you grab the hem of his boxers and pull them down to his ankles, his erection springing free and standing at attention. 

With your hands against his legs, you slowly crawl your way back up to him, your fingers teasing against his skin until you come to his base and are kneeling before Dean Winchester in all of his fucking glory.

God damn if this wasn’t better than anything you ever imagined. 

You catch his gaze as you lean in, letting your breath fan over his cock in the same way he teased you, and you watch his eyes shut as he takes in a shuttered breath. 

Time for payback, Winchester. 

Instead of lowering yourself down completely, you turn your head and place a kiss as the nook of his thigh, his whole body bucking in response as you grin against him. You glance up against him, and move yourself to his over leg, placing a kiss in the space spot, this time earning yourself an annoyed grunt. 

You look towards him, and this time he’s staring down at you, his lips in a hard line.

“Whose the fucking tease now?” He growls and you grin at him as you lower your lips to his cock, your lips resting against his shaft as he bites down on his lips. 

The sight causes a wave of wetness to add to your already uncomfortable situation, and you back away from Dean completely, his eyes popping open to watch as you straighten up and back yourself off the bed. You keep his gaze as your feet find the cool floor and you hook your fingers into the waist of your sweats and underwear, pulling them off together and letting them pool around your ankles. 

Now, Dean lifts himself up by his elbows, taking in a full view of you. His tongue darts across his lips as his eyes trace your naked body, and without a thought, you rub your already damp thighs against each other as he takes you in.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his eyes on your pussy. At the sound of his voice, you bite down on your lip and lift your hips. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Please tell me you have a condom,” you stare at him and his eyes snap up to yours. His eyes go to the side for a moment, before he rolls over to his nightstand, pulling out a silver foil pack and ripping it open. 

“Wanna do the honors?” He turns towards you, his eyebrow raises with a shit-eating grin. 

You huff and roll your eyes.

“Can you just get a move on already?” His eyebrows shoot up and he pulls the latex from the wrapper, relaxing back onto the mattress before rolling it over himself. 

Once in place, he looks back to you, and that’s all you need to get yourself back onto the mattress and crawl up to him, stopping as you find his hips and climb on top. 

Your heart pounds, but this time, not with excitement; this was it. No more teasing. No more eye fucking. The moment you both had been waiting for was here. 

You were about to fuck Dean Winchester. And you had no idea what to expect, but you had come this far, and even though you knew you could back out if you wanted to, you didn’t want to face your regret in the morning for missing the opportunity to fuck the beautiful man in front of you that you had yearned to see you in a way other than a friend for months now. 

Seeing your hesitation, Dean pops his mouth open, but before any words can come out, you align yourself to him, feeling his tip graze against your pussy, and you push yourself down.

You moan in unison as you let yourself adjust around him as he fills you entirely and your eyes flutter close. 

Sweet Jesus holy fuck.

You hadn’t even moved yet and you felt like you could cum just from sitting on him. 

“You know you gotta move, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice brings you back, and you open your eyes, finding his amused gaze on you. 

Before you can respond, Dean sits up, his arms wrapping around your waist, and without hesitation, he spins the two of you around, your back landing on the mattress and Dean now hovering over you. 

Fuck, that was hot. 

Like he can read your mind, Dean smirks down at you, and without any hesitation, pulls out before thrusting into you, driving himself even deeper than before. Your head rolls back and you only moan in response.

He thrusts against you again, another shameless and breathy sigh escaping your lips as he buries himself deep inside you. You throw your hands onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as your feet hook around his knees, keeping yourself steady against him so he can’t pull away from you. But instead of letting you enjoy the moment like the first one, he quickly pulls away, your walls relaxing for just a moment, before becoming sweetly stretched again, but this time, at a quicker pace.

Now, instead of the deep, slow thrusts he started with, he begins to pound into you in a steady rhythm, your body riding along to the beat beneath him as he continues to hit the back of your walls. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, your body jumping up against his chest as he shifts his hips and begins pounding harder against your pussy and clit. But he doesn’t stop, and you wrap your arms behind his back, holding yourself against him as he continues to pump inside you, your walls tightening with every hit as your clit throbs from pressure. 

This was it. And it was everything you ever wanted. 

Dean buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you hum as his teeth find your skin. “Dean,” you whimper and his speed somehow increases, each hit deeper and rougher then the last and your toes begin to curl as your back arches and your voice escapes you. Your breaths begin to shorten as your heart runs rampant against your chest, and your walls feel like they’re on the fire, on the verge of exploding at any moment. 

“How about you cum for me sweetheart,” Dean’s ragged voice whispers in your ear. You just nod against him, your voice stolen by the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you. 

“I’m,” you can barely breathe, that numbing yet somehow electric fire rippling through you. Dean picks up his pace and the sweet burn builds tight and tighter until – 

“Oh god,” you scream as you explode around him, your thighs shivering and hairs standing on edge as your body coils around him, your walls continuing to pulse even as your body goes limp. 

Before you can relax back into the mattress, Dean’s fingers around your waist suddenly tighten, digging into the skin as he growls against you, his body going completely stiff before he drops the both of you onto the bed, his weight crashing on top of you. 

Your heart is pounding as you try to catch your breath. You thought sex with Jordan was amazing, but that, that was next level. You feel like you left your body, orgasmed on Saturn, then came back down again. Pun fucking intended. 

“Holy shit,” you barely breath out as your chest rises and falls in beat with your heart.

Above you, Dean smirks, his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“You’re welcome,” he raises his eyebrows, pairing it with that cocky grin of his. You just huff out a laugh and roll your eyes with a shake of your head. 

With a grunt, Dean pushes off you, rolling into the space next to you, and you immediately miss the feeling of him. 

That had been better than you ever imagined. Everything you had fantasized about Dean surpassed expectations. God screwed Dean in a lot of ways when it came to his life, but this, this right here was one area Dean had been blessed with. A trauma-free life full of stability and love? Nah. An amazing dick that could make heaven itself crumble. Ab-so-fucking-lutely. 

And to think you almost turned around before you knocked on his door. 

You look over to Dean, his eyes watching you for your next move.

You had expected to feel awkward once it was all over, but instead you felt comfortable, like laying in bed with a friend. Which was exactly what you were doing, but the expectation of a goodbye wasn’t there. A no “maybe I’ll call you.” Just two friends laying next to each other. Naked, exhausted, and satisfied. 

And maybe that was a perk of being friends with benefits. At the end of the day, you were friends, with no expectations of each other other than sex. 

Maybe this could work after all. 

The cool air of the room suddenly hits you, and you realize that you’re laying completely naked next to Dean.

Granted, he had just seen the entirety of you, in many ways over the last however-so minutes, but now that it was all over, you immediately felt the need to cover up. 

Being naked during sex was easy. Being naked in front of someone outside of sex left you feeling completely exposed. Literally.

You had no problem being naked in front of a boyfriend, but Dean was your friend that you just slept with. The comfortability of being naked and vulnerable with him wasn’t there. 

You lift your body and pull the sheet out from under you and shimmy your body under the covers, Dean watching you the entire time.

“You’re getting shy on me now?” He muses with raised brows. 

“Shut up,” you mumble, tucking the sheet around you and resting your arms on top of the blanket. 

Once settled, you turn to face him, lifting your head up by your elbow and resting it in the palm of your hand.

“So what now?” You ask him, his eyes roaming your face before he purses his lips. He takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to speak, but drops it with only a sigh before he pushes himself out of bed, revealing his bareback side to you.

Hot damn. 

You thought his ass looked good in jeans. It was nothing compared to what was standing in front of you now. 

That man had a rounded out ass that was begging you to smack it. 

Unfortunately for you, Dean pulls his sweats back up, concealing your view and effectively ending your gawking.

With his sweats back on, he wanders over to his open drawer and pulls out a baggy Led Zeppelin shirt, and you watch his back muscles flex as he pulls it on. 

Your mouth pops open again and you feel a soft tingle in between your thighs. 

Christ, you were a heathen. 

You had fucked two guys in one day. And had, what? You quickly count in your head - five orgasms in the past 24 hours, but apparently that wasn’t enough for you. 

And all it took was some flexing of some prominent shoulders to start to undo you again. 

You couldn’t help it though - you had always wondered what Dean looked like underneath the jeans and flannel, and you were taking it all in with vigor. 

Dean turns in his spot and rests against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Guess it’s really up to you sweetheart.” His voice is soft as he looks down at you.

“Up to me what?” You frown. His chest jumps with a laugh and his lip quirks up on one side as he looks down, collecting himself.

“You asked me what’s next.” He reminds you.

Oh, right.

You were so focused on his back and ass, you forgot you were technically having a conversation. 

“Right,” you sit yourself up, keeping the sheet over you as you pull your knees to your chest. 

“Are there rules to this? Like do we need to set boundaries or something?” 

You had no idea how this was going to work. Were you going to be exclusive? Did you need a codeword to use when you wanted to do the deed? Were there any expectations for you both outside of the bedroom?

This actually gets a laugh out of him.

“Guess we can decide how we want to do this. I’ll be honest sweetheart, this is a first for me too.” He shakes his head a bit before his eyes find yours. His tongue darts over his bottom lip as he stares down at you.

“How about this?” His arms fall to his sides. “You tell me what you want to do and what you're comfortable with, and I’ll follow your lead.” 

You take a breath and look down at your knees, your lips folding in on each other as you think. 

That could work. You still had to figure out for yourself how you wanted to move forward with this. 

You were used to long term relationships. This was neither a relationship or a hookup, but some gray, sexy area in between. And you appreciated he was giving you the reins. 

“I can do that,” you nod, finding his gaze again. “Let me sleep on it and I’ll let you know.” He mimics your same motion in agreement. 

“In the meantime,” you stretch out your legs in front of you. “How about you toss me my clothes and I’ll get out of here.”

“How about you come get him,” he challenges with a raised brow.

You lick your lips and huff. 

“Just give me the damn clothes, Winchester.”

Chapter 3

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The Umbrella Academy season 4 episode 6

Final episode baybeee!!!! Here we go!!!

HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE A PART OF THIS CULT

SERIOUSLY HOW ARE THERE SO MANY

Abigail, surely there's easier ways of divorce

Awww Diego and Luther has been a bright spot dynamic for me this season

If they kill off Diego so Lila and Five end up together, I'll be upset

Abigail, there's easier ways to divorce him

Oh shit

I dunno if Ben is making it away from this

Rip Jean

Both Jean and Gene down

Oh Lila

Hugs! Everyone gets hugs!

Reginald, you ignorant fuck, YOU are not cut out for marriage, that was YOUR wife!!!

Exploded head!!!!

That's freakin gnarly

"I do think! I think you're an asshole!"

Allison Luther and Klaus on the couch watching this is so fucking funny

THE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES

KLAUS WITH THE SPIT TAKE, ME TOO

I freaking can't with the three on the couch

Viktor trying so hard to save his brother

OH

Is this going to be a reverse of season 2? This time Viktor is the only one that can save Ben?

Shit

That "seriously" from Diego is so valid

He doesn't want to hurt Viktor :(

SHIT

Common five, rewind time by a minute

Boys, now is really not the time

Five, stop being butthurt

Comon Klaus, discover you can do some cool healing shit

Doubtful

Seriously?

Wait a second. The last scene in season 3. Was Ben, wearing glasses, on a train like this. Are- I'm so confused. If a glasses wearing Ben shows up imma lose it

Maybe it wasn't fives journal?

THERES SO MANY FIVES OH MY GOD

It was him. Wasn't it. It was five leaving. It was him time traveling. That's why one of the first stops was the apocalypse

145,412 TIMES??? Damn no wonder they've given up

But... in order to go back to the original single timeline, wouldn't they need to not exist? Never be born?

Nobody likes this plan babe

Allison, Claire and Klaus are very important to me

This shit gonna make me cry

Dance as ya die babes, finish this the way you started it

God I'm gonna start crying

"I just want to say, I love you guys. But you are all assholes" laughing and crying, fucking devestated

THIS WAS THE SONG THEY WERE DANCING TO IN EPISODE ONE

HAZEL??? AGNES???

GRACE? HANDLER?

HERB!!!! DOT!!!!

So, the ending voice over broke me, I am crying

THE FUCKING 8 MARIGOLDS, NO I AM NOT OKAY

Well. That is that. I'm going to go stare at a wall for an unspecified amount of time

[royallygray]

On the way back from a trip, I watched Wall-E for the first time on the plane. I liveblogged it because i thought it would be great.

It was.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR WALL-E :D

also I am Not sorry for the typos

also I was using it/its for Wall-E and Eve and then I started using ae/aer for Wall-E and she/her for Eve just fyi

ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS THING

-- -- * -- --

2:20 what happened to my precious wind turbines???? :(

also tf is the song at the beginning

3:00 WALL E??? OMG THEYRE A RADIO BOI

wait this is literally the plot of my original story

LUNCH BOX

cricket :)

4:19 he's made a city out of trash :(

there is a baby crying on my flight :(

WERE ZOOMING

buy large gas???

04:57 wait so Wall-E is a brand of robot that cleans things? what's Eve gonna be im excited

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE CRICKET AND WALL E ARE BESTIES

turbulence on air :D

Wheeeeeeeeeee

05:10 there's a dead wall e :(

05:20 OH MY GOD THERES ABOUT TEN ZILLION DEAD WALL-E'S AA

NOOO

MY BOI :(

05:51 "too much garbage in your face? there's plenty of space out in space!" fuck you don't pollute space that's our space. Maybe not your space actually but it's MY space and don't put your stupid garbage in MY SPACE

07:15 aww fairy lights :D

TAPE :D ITS A RECORD TAPE :D

There's a spork in the lunchbox

why is there a rubix cube in the lunchbox

omg it's confused about whether the spork is a spoon or a fork :(

and it just put it on its own spot

like non-binary people :)

:( it wants someone to hold its hand :( it wants company :(

THE STARS

nope it was smog and the dust on the screen. rip

wtf is blowing up????

the cricket!!!!

09:57 it hibernates :(

and it swings itself to sleep :(

Wall-E needs some sun. go look at the sun, starshine :)

THE WALKING INTO THINGS IS REAL ASF WHY AM I RELATING TO A ROBOT

that's a nasty looking sun

POWER GAINED LETS GOOOO

NOOOOAOWJQJHW CRICEJT MY BELOVED NOOOOO

CRICKWT COME BACK

cricket is alive :DD

omg the bra 😭

it's a collecter :D

ping pong :)

ENGAGEMENT RING?? DAMN

IT JUST THREW AWAY THE RING AND KEPT THE CUSHION BOX 😭

FIRE EXTINGUISHER LMAOOO

PLANT :D :D :D

PLANT IN BOOT :D

CRICJET

wtf is the red light

I don't like that

what is it

what are ALL THE RED KIFHTS

IM SCARED

WALL E NOOOOOO

mans just dug dug dug dig diggity

wtf is that

id be scared too if I were wall e

is that the big ship that was there in the beginning

omg such a great disguise 😭

EVE :D

eve seems very tech advanced

OKG HEAVENLY

WALLES JUST LIKE "ITS ANOTHER CREATUEE :D"

bro all that pollution came down to deposit one robot

walle does not look comfy

FLY MY DARLING

windshield wipers??? in the eyes??? 😭

girlypop is a weapon

what do eves beeps mean???

NO CRICKET NOOOOO

CRICKET YOUVE BEFIRNSSD EVE

NO EVE DONT KKLL WALLE

eve wtf was that

are Wall-E and eve actually human size?? and it's just. idk

rip Wall-E they're going through it

what is eve even doing

also she's got anger management issues

me trying to get close to my moots

eve speaks :)

classified -_-

SHAEKNF NAMES :D :D :D :D

she laughs :D

eve NOOO

cricket??? where's cricket???

walle took you to its secret hideout you better be appreciative

cricker got a granola bar

oh she's ashamed that she broke it :(

BUBBLE WRAP :DDD

rubix cube

TAPE PLS WKRN :DDDD

YAY

EVE CHILL

YES DARLINF

wait no

chill girlypop

its got new eyes :)

walles like. raising their eyebrows

I'm gonna try to use neopronous for walle now because why not

ae/aer

LIGHTER

EVE NO

FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ae just wants to hold her hand

SHES ASCENDING

nOOOO she stole aer plant NOOOOOO

GIVE AER AER PLANT

GIVE AER AER PLANT

NO AER'S CRYING NOOOO

PEORECTION

electrocution

CHRIST.AS KJGHRS

OMG RHIS IS SO SWEET

WALL-E + EVE 😭 IM GONNA SOB NOOOO

AE JUST WANTS TO HILD HER HAND NOOOOO

EXCEPT SHE DOESNT HAVE HANDS ANYMORE

IM SADDDSD

wait there's a hand

it's just not mutual :(

THE MOONNN

NOOOOO

AE'S PLAYING PONG AGAINST AESELF :((((

8000 VS 0

it's cloudy with a chance of meatballs rn

lighter

NO EVE

DONT RAKE MT DAUGHTER AAAY YOU STIPID SPACESHIP

EVE MO

WALLE

FLY WALLE FLY

PROTECT CRICKET AND FLY

no there are multiple eves

RAKE OFFDFFF

WALLE HANG ON LITTLE ONE

the subtitles are just [Wall-E screaming] 😭

NOOO CRICKET IS ALONE NOW

CRICKET NOOOOO

wait why the fuck did they just destroy so many satellites wtf

oh earth looks NASTY

THAT IS ONE NASTY LOOKIN PLANET

WALLE NO

omg phew

AE FOUND EVE :D

MOON

MURICA 💪

SUN :D

just got all the solar power ever ae did

MILKY WAY :D

OMG CLOUD

it's the huge ass tech plane

axiom

bro how long did that take to fucking build

that thing is bigger than earth tf

gravity :)

EVE NO

Wall-E what are you doing

38:31 they're getting pissed off by Wall-E'S existence :(

39:20 that cleaning bot is PISSED

aww they just realized they can go off the lines :)

mate GET ON TOP OF HER (not in that way) pls just OMG ride the same cart. pls. do not get separated from her pls

those guys are right next to each other wtf

John

A is for Axiom your home I STG IF THIS IS WHAT EDUCATION IS FOR

A is for Apple, your iPads

B is for Best Buy, where you get your iPads

C is for idk. cock

lunch in a cup. I wanna die.

also the uniforms suck ass. those are worse than my elementary school ones.

Men? what's so good about men? why are they advertising men in a makeup place? where are they gonna appease men? on their chairs where they don't look at each other???

"try blue!" yeah you shouldve done that ages ago

actually that's a terrible shade of blue. even red is better than that shade of blue and that red makes me eyes hurt

it's actually a good shade of blue. just not for the jumpsuit things.

"every holo-date I've been on has been a virtual disaster" OMG that's actually such a great pun. writers of this I love this

Hi Mary :)

I do love how friendly the humans are. they're just chillin

also I adore how friendly Wall-E is. if someone got me a Wall-E plushie for my birthday I would marry them

maybe. hypothetically. probably not actually.

a113?

omg all the captains are dead

WAIT WALLE GET BACK TO EVE

OMG extraterrestrial vegetation?? YOU MEAN EARTH??? MOTHERFUKER???

bro he can't read 😭

I'm sad

OMG CAPTAINS GETTING AN EDUCATION LRTS GOOO

don't clean Wall-E ae's precious

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY WALL-E'S FACE 😭

eve looks so fucking bored

oh that shit fucking exploded

oh no

CHASE SCENE

WHY IS RHWRE AN UMBRELLA BOT 😭

eve is PISSED

she's so exasperated 😭

WHY DID THE CLEANING BOT STEAL HER SHOE

WTF????

WALLENOOOOOOOOO

THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER COMJBG IN CLUTCH YESSSSS

AAWWWWW YHEYRE HUGGING ASHAJAGDKWHNSSBNXS

was that a kiss

omg that was totally a kiss

omg that was adorable

how is there that much fire extinguisher in one can

AE'S got a surprising amount of control with flying

OMG MARY I LOVE TOU

MARY MARY I LOVE YOU

JOHN HI JOHNJI JOHN :D

OMG man and woman touch hands romance is alive

omg captains getting social stuff :D

THEYRE DANICJNG NI THE DIRE EXTINGUISHER

OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE AWWWWWW

MARY AND JOHN ARE BESTIEE AWWWWWWWWW

They can't go back :(

70:36 "I don't want to survive. I want to live!" SLAY CAPTAIN

72:00 YOU KILL WALLE I FUCKING JILL TOU SQUARE UP AUTO YOU MOTHERFUCKER

NOOOOOOOOOO

NOOO THEYRE IN TRASH NO

NO wtf happened to Captain

NO SHE JUST GOT REPROGRAMMDD NO

wait did she? no she didn't thank God

omg it's giant Wall-E

ew

okay cleaning robot you've redeemed yourself ily

NO THEH KILLED THE TAPE

NOT THE TAPE NOOO

M-O

Mo ily

WHYD U THROW AWAY THE PLANT EVE

KEEP THE PLANT MAN

COME ON

YES ESCAPE DARLING ESCAPE YES EVE Y SO MUCH EVE YOUR THE BEST

OMG all the rogue robots are going together <33

REBEL CAPTAIN

NOOOOO NOT THE ONE BOT

wait where the hell are they getting oxygen if they don't have any plants

"John get ready to have some kids" Mary I love tou

Captain you can walk you can do it :D

YIPPEE

wait when the fuck did they learn how to walk

WALLE NO DONT DIE NOOOO

THEY ZOOMING

CALTAIN IS HAVING A FREAT TINE MAN

OMG THE FALAZY

CRICKET MY BELOVED:D :D :D

THEYRE HOMEEEEE

WALLES TRUCK NO

is there even any oxygen on Earth

when did theyearn to walk

eve pls just put aer In sun pls

OMG EVE YOURE THE BEST

UR FIXING AER

AHES FIXTING AER LET'S GO

PLS

PLS SOLAR PIWER PLS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDDSSSSSSSSSSSS

CRICKET

YOPPEE

WALLE EVE YES AJEKAUAKAHQKHAKAHAKABANSNAKLAPQHEMSVDNSBABSBBZKSJAKSSKKAAALAKBDNSBSJAKALAKSNABANAKAK

NO

SIES AE NOT DECLGNIZE HER

WALLE NO

WALLE :(

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AE LOST AER SOUL NOOOOO

NOIOOOOO

YES ELECTROCUTION

ELECTRIOCUTION

YES YES YES YES UES YES

KISS YES YES YES YES YES YES GES HES EHS GES

YES YES YESBBSJQNHDKAKAHDJSJAKDGWKJASNLAAJD

HANDS TES

AE'S FONNA SAY HER NAME

YES WVWNEHAJUAMJAKQQG FEW QKWyajlqshdnbdkavfvfa

EVE

WALLE YOURE ALUVE ILY SMHQJABSLQHSKAHQLAJAVD

CRICKET MO

BEAUTIFUTILN BUR

OMG I LIVE IT

OMG CAPTAIN I LIVE YUU I KIVE THIS I LOCE THIS I LOVE THIS I KIVE THIS TO LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I KCIE THIS ISJWIAKDBSMAALA

OH MY FOD RHEY RESTORUED EARTH HOLY DUFKJNG SHUT

RHERE ARE LKANTS HOLT SHIT THERES A SRAR AND ITS EVE KMF IM SOBBING XRHINF WKQKWJQOWMSEFJWHWHLDHWLQHDKZJALSBDKDNAKSJHDKSNSNSN

SHIP

OMG ITS OVER 😭 EGIWWJKSSHKQHSKWJQJAJWJQAJ

DIRT

OH MT GOD OH MT FOS OH MY DKS

EVE VUILDS A WELL???? OMG THE THLING BOT MAKES SEEDS DHAJSHSKSHKAQKQHALSHAKBSKAVAKAHWKQHKSWGKQBSNSABHZJANAISHAKQBQIWIDHAMALDHSNHWOWHSNFND XNSNALAKBLQKAHSJSNA x

fish come back alive???? thetles

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

This Is Only Temporary - Part 2 of 3

(moodboard made by me, Top Gun Maverick screencaps by hd-screencaps, the rest is unsplash.com)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x afab!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: M – MDNI 18+

Word count: 4046

Warnings: Bob and Hangman being menaces, and so is reader (oops), little bit of fluff on top of MORE shameless flirting, beginnings of polyamory, Hangman being a flirty dick who wants what he thinks he can’t have; I’m neither US Navy nor American, so reader isn’t either – meaning there might be a little, uh, criticism here and there (also, we all know aviators are cocky af, right?), not beta-read but I did try to proofread a bit

Summary: After months of irregular phone and video calls, and constant e-mailing back and forth, you finally get to visit your boyfriend, Bob, in California. What you didn’t count on, was the fact that the guest room in his new house was temporarily occupied by one of his colleagues. The same cocky aviator, who can’t help but hit on you when you first meet – and even after he knows, you’re taken.

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Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

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A/N: Part 2, here we gooooo. :D A little shorter than I thought it would be, and Jake turned out a little differently than I had expected, but I decided to just go with the flow. Songs for this chapter would be Whattaman by Salt-N-Pepa and Nowhere to Run by Lola Colette.

“I swear to God, if Beth and Rip don’t get their happy ending, the producers and I will need to have a word.” You grumbled at the episode of Yellowstone playing on TV, wrapped in a warm cocoon of Bob’s arms and a thin blanket on the couch in the living room. Your legs had intertwined with his and you rose and fell with his every breath while lying directly on top of him. You’d propped your head up one of your hands to see the TV better.

Bob’s chuckle rumbled through you and lured a smile onto your own lips. “I’m sure, they’ll be fine, darlin’.” His breath fanned across your ear and the side of your head – and you knew, he wasn’t really watching the show as much as he was your reactions to it. You’d started to watch Yellowstone together last year – well, together and still apart, just connected by a (video) call on your phones while you each watched on your own devices. Bob had suggested the show since he knew, you liked cowboys. (Not least because you loved Bob’s family and the farm where he grew up in Montana.) And it was set in Montana, so that was a plus.

“I had no idea, you were into cowboys, sweetheart,” Hangman’s voice suddenly said from the door arch led into the kitchen with its open counter that looked out over the living room.

You lifted your head from your hand on Bob’s chest to glare at Hangman over the back of the grey couch. The words died on your lips though as you laid eyes on him. He was wearing dark grey sweatpants that were hugging his hips just right (and maybe sitting a little too low). He’d forgone a shirt and his perfectly styled, golden blond hair was still tousled from sleep, sticking up into different directions. You couldn’t help the rush of heat flashing through your body and to your core as you let your eyes roam over his body. God damn it, he was hot. You knew, Bob was still watching for your reaction as his arms tightened around your waist. Besides, you were an open book to your boyfriend by now. You’d known each other for too long not to. “W-well …” You cleared your throat. “Depends on the cowboy, Hangnail.”

You turned your attention back to the TV, putting your head back down on Bob’s chest. You assumed Hangman had gone into the kitchen. But you didn’t get to watch a lot of it in peace when you heard footsteps approaching the couch. You shifted in Bob’s arms, turning over onto your back to be able to look at him without breaking your poor neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Hangman leaning slightly over the back of the couch and staring down at you. You’d expected to see his thousand-watt-smile plastered onto his face, but his expression was somber. It reminded you a little of the way Bob looked when he wanted to apologize for something. But you couldn’t wrap your head around why Hangman would look at you like that.

“Listen, Y/N… And, I guess, this goes for Bob, too. I’m sorry about yesterday.” He brought up his right hand to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t know you two were a thing.”

“That wouldn’t have stopped you anyway. And it didn’t,” Bob replied before you could say something. But he said what you had been thinking as well. You hadn’t pegged Hangman as the kind of man that would be stopped by the knowledge of his desired conquest’s relationship status. Neither would you have thought him to be the kind of man to apologize for flirting with you.

Hangman sighed. “You’re right. And I … I just wanna say, I’m sorry, alright?”

“Don’t be,” you piped up. Suddenly reminded of your conversation last night with Bob before you’d both drifted off to sleep. “I actually don’t mind. Neither does Bob. And I do hope, you enjoyed last night’s show.”

“Oh, he did,” Bob teased behind you. One of his hands slid down your waist, over your hip to squeeze your thigh lightly. You could hear the smile in his voice, and you couldn’t help but smirk, when you saw the way Hangman’s face fell a little and his ears and cheeks turned red.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “I’d like to apologize for that, too,” he said with a groan.

You pushed yourself up until your face was only a couple inches away from Hangman’s. You narrowed your eyes for a moment. “Didn’t peg you to be the type to apologize, Jake. If anything, from what Robby told me, you’re more of a … How’d Salt-N-Pepa put it? A ‘Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am!’ type of guy.”

“Y/N…” Bob’s voice held an unspoken warning. But not for you to not push Jake, rather in the “Please watch your mouth, before you say something, we might both regret”-type of way.

You looked down at him over your shoulder and shot him a wink, before squeezing his hand on your thigh reassuringly. You weren’t going to cause friction between him and his friend. You just wanted to tease a little. You turned your attention back to Hangman. You lifted your hand from Bob’s and put Hangman’s chin between your index finger and thumb. Carefully pushing your face even closer to his until your lips almost brushed his. “And yet, you’re here this morning. After you watched Robby and I fuck.” Bob’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, but this time, there was no warning accompanying it. If anything, his hand trailed a little higher, back to your hip, innocently brushing over your clothed core. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. A reminder of last night and a promise of more to come. “Why? Did no lady want to take you home with her last night? Or were you curious to know what the two of us would sound and look like?”

You leaned back a bit, your lips curving upwards in a smile as you watched Jake’s chest, neck and face flushing an even deeper red underneath the golden-brown tan. His pupils dilated, transforming the emerald-green eyes of his to a darker shade. You could see the hunger in them. And the yearning. You wondered if he was lying to himself and the rest of the world. That he didn’t like to be this egotistical gigolo with a toothpick, but rather that he was playing this role others had assigned to him. Why, you weren’t sure. To protect himself? Or to prove that he was worthy of his job and others’ attention? Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that you were curious to know what lay underneath all the bravado and charm.

He swallowed, cleared his throat and averted his eyes. Then he took a step back from the couch. “Right, we should probably get ready for dogfight football.” His voice was hoarse, low. You loved watching him this flustered. Loved it with Bob, too. But Bob had grown used to your special brand of teasing. You still got under his skin, but he fought back, too, from time to time. (Not that he really needed to. Let’s face it, one look from Bob and you could turn into a puddle at his feet.) Jake, though, provided a bit of a challenge.

Behind you, Bob sat up, intentionally pressing his chest to your back. He pressed a quick kiss behind your ear, then gently slapped your thigh. “He’s right, darlin’. We have to go.”

“Fine. But we’re not done talking about this, alright?”

--

The rest of the Dagger Squad were already assembled at the beach behind the Hard Deck, together with the bartender from yesterday (whom Bob introduced as Penny), his instructor for the last detachment and a dark-haired woman, who introduced herself as Phoenix.

“So, I should probably thank you for getting him back to me in one piece,” you said with a slight lovesick smile in Bob’s direction, who was currently talking to Fanboy.

Phoenix lightly clapped you on the back with her hand. “Nah, I wouldn’t have made it back without him either. We protect each other up there.”

“Suppose you have to, otherwise …” Your voice trailed off as you watched Jake – now back to his usual cocksure self and with the charm turned back up to a hundred – take off his shirt. He shot a wink in your direction before putting his sunglasses back on. You heard Phoenix say something, but the words didn’t quite register.

Bob walking over and wrapping you up in his arms saved you from an undignified response, though. “You two good?”

You nodded, as did Phoenix. You tried to ignore her change in behavior after Jake had winked at you, but you saw the light crease forming between her brows. Before she could say something though, Maverick called all the aviators onto the field – that wasn’t much more than an unoccupied part of the beach.

Bob was about to join them, but he turned back to you. “Do you want to join in?” His arm around your waist pulled you further against his body. You tried not to let the feeling of his body – although still fully clothed in a tattered yellow T-shirt and swim trunks – distract you too much.

You glanced at the group of the other aviators, who were now calling out for Bob to join them. Then you shook your head, directing your attention back to Bob. “You go ahead and have fun. I’ll stake out the beach and maybe go for a swim.”

“Alright. Love you,” he whispered and quickly kissed you. Nothing too salacious that would warrant the hollering and jeering coming from his friends, but it left you leaning up to try and chase his lips when he pulled away. He smirked down at you, licked his lips as he let go of you and walked over to his friends. Not before turning his head and winking at you the same way Jake had.

You blew him a kiss in response and rolled your eyes when he pretended to catch it. Your brain returned to the thought that you couldn’t quite believe he was really in front of you. Not just a figment of your imagination. God, how you’d missed him. And you were sure, none of his friends would have guessed that your presence alone would bring out a side of Bob that was more smug, secure in the knowledge that you loved him and were with him again.

“You’re not joining us, Y/N?” Jake called out, twirling the football in his hands. Some of the aviators – you thought, you heard Rooster and Payback – accompanied his question with several shouts of “Yeah, come on.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know a thing about American football. Apart from the fact that, if it lived up to its name, you wouldn’t be running around with the ball wedged under your arm. Should’ve named it American handball.” Your reply got a couple of “ooohs” and “She got you there, man”s from the others.

“Oh well, you enjoy the show then, sweetheart.” Jake grinned and you snorted at the callback to your earlier conversation in Bob’s living room. You weren’t quite sure if the heat that blossomed in your veins was the result of seeing Jake shirtless again – and clearly peacocking for your benefit – or if it was the heat of the California sun beating down at you.

You decided to join Penny in the shade of a parasol and watched the first two matches intently. You didn’t understand any of the rules, but Penny tried to explain them to you as best as she could. Not that it really mattered. You were barely paying to attention, too focused on watching Bob and Jake – on opposite teams. You bit your lip when Bob decided to take off his shirt after all, shocking his friends in return.

“You bring out a different side of him,” Penny suddenly said next to you, watching just as you were.

You turned your head, an eyebrow raised in question. “What?”

“Bob.” She nodded towards your boyfriend, who was just now running from Jake with the ball under his arm. Your eyes stayed trained on him, even as Jake caught him and tackled him to the ground. “I’ve never seen him this confident. Usually, he just hangs back, like he’s saving his strength or something. But with you, he even takes his shirt off.” She chuckled.

You blushed at the implications. “I don’t know. He’s almost smug when it’s just the two of us. But his shyness and consideration are part of his charm.” You smiled at her, then got up from your seat on the beach towel. “I think, I’m gonna go for a swim.”

You shimmied out of your jeans shorts and Bob’s shirt that you had taken hostage the last time he’d visited you in the UK, purposefully trying to ignore the whistling from the aviators. Until you recognized one of them to be Bob’s and your head snapped up and over to look in his direction. His hand lingered in front of his chin, and you blushed at the wide grin spreading on his face when your eyes locked – and at the reminder that you sported some distinctly shaped bruises on your upper thighs.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” said Penny with a smile of her own. You shook your head and chuckled, then went to where the waves crashed onto the beach.

While you dove into the water, you didn’t notice the way Phoenix took Bob aside for a moment. Nor would you have heard their conversation.

--

“What’s going on between Bagman and your girl?” she asked without any preamble. Bob froze, his eyes still locked on your head bobbing in the water as you swam not too far away from shore.

“I have no clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

Phoenix groaned, forcing Bob to look at her with a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, man. You must be blind not to see the way they’re flirting with each other. Especially Bagman. He’s got it down bad for your girlfriend. And you’re fine with that?”

Bob shrugged. Of course, the ease with which you retorted Jake’s flirtations stung a little. But it wasn’t like you reacted any more than if it were Bob doing the flirting. If anything, he could see clearly through your own mask of bravado around Jake, trying to hide the insecurities he knew so much about by now. And he’d be lying if he didn’t like the idea of you and Jake maybe acting on your mutual attraction. You and Bob had talked about it late last night, entangled in each other’s arms and on the brink of sleep. In fact, Bob had been the one to bring it up. The idea of seeing if Jake would work as a third person in your relationship. The flirting and teasing went on easy enough between you. Bob just wasn’t sure, if Jake would be willing to open up as much as he would need to, if he even wanted to join the two of you in this relationship.

“Hello? Earth to Bob. You there?”

He turned his attention back to Phoenix. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m here. Actually, I don’t mind. It’s just harmless fun. Y/N would never cheat on me, I trust her on that front. Besides, it would depend on your definition of cheating anyway.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Bob didn’t reply immediately, instead heeding Maverick’s call to return to the game. He fell into a jog back to the group but turned around to throw back at Phoenix: “Monogamy isn’t the only way to live in a relationship, ‘nix.”

--

The sun was way past its zenith when Dagger Squad called it quits on the football front. While the majority of the group agreed to just stay at the Hard Deck, you admitted to Bob that you were positively starving right now and if you could find a place to eat.

“Burger’s okay?” Bob asked, gently pulling your body closer, until yours was flush against his. You nodded, unable to hide the way your eyes flickered to his lips for a second. Distracted by the way he was licking them, unintentionally reminding you of the way his tongue felt between your legs. You cleared your throat and took a step backwards. Otherwise, you couldn’t guarantee, you wouldn’t have dragged him behind the dumpsters right now.

“I’ll just tell Phoenix, we won’t be joining them, okay?” Bob leaned down, kissing you quickly, before waiting for your response.

“Yep. Would you … mind if we asked Jake to come with us? Given what we talked about last night and this morning, I just … kinda wanna try to get a minute to see if this would actually work. I mean, we haven’t even suggested it to him yet, so, I just thought –” Bob silenced your rambling by pressing his index finger against your lips, then he moved his hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek.

He was smiling his lopsided smile when he replied: “You know, I don’t mind. Do you want to ask him or should I?”

“I’ll go. You tell Phoenix.” You leaned up on tiptoes to press a quick kiss of your own against his lips, your hands resting on his chest that was once again covered up by his Navy T-shirt.

“’kay. Meet at the car?” he asked, and you nodded, before trotting off towards where Jake stood with Javy.

“Well, would you look at that. The princess graces us with her presence.” Jake grinned at you and you rolled your eyes at the new nickname. Really? Princess? You could deal with sweetheart, but princess was a step too far. Even if he’d said it with a light sarcastic undertone. “What can we do for you?”

Since he didn’t look like he would further comment on the sudden appearance of princess in his vocabulary, you didn’t mention it and instead chose to get right to it. “Robby and I were just wondering if you wanted to come with us, we’re gonna get burgers for dinner. And seeing as you’re still staying at Bob’s place and we came here with one car, it just might be easier if you –”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t even finished before Jake had agreed. In fact, he’d been so quick to say yes, you were stunned into silence for a few moments. You blinked at him. “Okay, then. We’re meeting Bob at the car.”

“Lead the way, darlin’.” Jake tilted his head a little downwards. Not that he wasn’t always looking down at you – he was as tall as Bob, after all. Bob just … didn’t always feel as tall. He made himself small sometimes, which you understood. Sometimes it was just easier to try and be invisible instead of standing out like Jake apparently always did.

You quickly said goodbye to Javy and then walked around the bar towards the car, where Bob was already waiting for you, leaning against the hood, his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks. He pushed himself off the car when he saw you approach.

“So, where do you wanna go? Leroy’s?” Jake suggested when you’d reached Bob.

“Sounds good.” Bob answered for both of you. After all, this was your first time in California and in Fightertown. You had no idea what was good here – just knew that you were really hungry, and you’d probably die in the next five minutes if they didn’t get a move on.

--

You’d spent the drive from the Hard Deck to Leroy’s – full name actually being “Leroy’s Fantastical Burger Shack” – talking about the football game. Or rather, Bob and Jake were talking about it. You just listened and tried to wrap your head around the rules. While you were studying the menu and ultimately decided on a veggie burger, you noticed the look Bob shot you over the menus. He seemed to silently ask you if everything was okay, since you hadn’t said much over the last couple of minutes.

Even Jake seemed to notice. He put his menu down and looked at you from across the table, a twinkle in those green eyes. “So, how’d you enjoy your first Californian beach day?”

You smiled, warmth spreading throughout your chest at the two of them caring enough for you to pull you into the conversation. Even though Bob recognized the signs that you were exhausted and that’s why you’d fallen silent, not because you didn’t want to participate or felt left out. “It was … good. Been a while since I got to swim in the ocean. I just think, I might have gotten too much sunlight. I’m exhausted.”

“And here I thought, that might have something to do with what you two got up to last night,” Jake replied, the corners of his mouth twitching. You couldn’t help the smile growing into a grin on your face. So, this is where he wanted to steer the conversation? Fine. Two could play that game. Or more than two people, for that matter.

“That reminds me, we never finished our talk from this morning.” Before you could continue, the waitress came to take your orders. And you couldn’t fault her for batting her eyelashes at Jake. To your surprise, he let her down gently. You’d expected Jake to take her up on her flirting, maybe disappear into the bathroom for a bit before returning to you. After all, Bob had said, he was a nice guy if you got to him better – but that Jake was also still a bit of a womanizer. Scratch that, he was a big ass womanizer. But Jake didn’t leave. Instead, his eyes kept flitting between you and Bob. That small gesture alone sent heat blossoming through your chest down into your stomach. Maybe Bob had been right in suggesting Jake as a third person in your relationship.

“Right, where were we?” Bob tried to steer the conversation back to the topic at hand before you’d been interrupted by the waitress.

“The talk we had this morning,” you replied. You blinked, looked out through the window onto the relatively busy street outside. Gathering your strength before you said what you wanted to next: “Robby and I have a suggestion to make, Jake. This is only temporary, but it’s a suggestion nevertheless.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. I’m curious what comes next.” Jake leaned forward, bracing his chin in his hands, with his elbows on the table. You looked at Bob, who nodded encouragingly and took your hand over the table, lightly squeezing it.

“It could be more though, if you want,” Bob helped you along.

You saw Jake’s mega-watt smile flicker; he furrowed his brows.

“I don’t know how familiar you are with the concept of polyamory. But that doesn’t really matter right now anyway. Uh …”

“Are you two asking me to join you for a threesome?” Jake now raised one of his eyebrows. While you could see the glimmer of desire – and was that hope, too? – in his eyes, his face remained serious. He leaned back a bit, as if he was suddenly wary of you. Maybe even scared that this was all an elaborate prank to get him back for watching you last night.

“And … more, if we all want and it goes well,” Bob replied. You nodded in agreement.

“We’re not joking, Jake. You were right, I do like what I see. And I actually enjoy flirting with you. I just want you to know, this would require communication. Honest communication. I don’t expect you to rattle down your whole life’s story in front of us. Just … Be honest,” you explained. When you were done, you saw Jake take a deep breath. And that look of yearning from this morning was back on his face. “Okay,” he said after a couple of seconds passed. “What would you like to know?”

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 01/10/2023

1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version)

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI Also on: Dr. Pavel's How the Grinch Took Over SiIvaGunner

Ripped by Smoky

Its officially the spooky month! To celebrate, I've prepared perhaps the spookiest thing a SiIvaGunner viewer could think of - low quality music! :OOO

In all seriousness though - as I've shown before with rips such as dame da nellerman and Sex - Steve Harvey, SiIvaGunner is filled to the brim with content not meant to simply be consumed as everyday listenable music. The aim of the channel, first and foremost, is to make people smile - and it can do so in any number of ways. The power of ironic shitposting is not one to be underestimated - especially when it has a surprising amount of effort actually put into it.

To this day I have no clue what actually led to the creation of 1, 2 Oatmeal, a bizarre and poorly-sung parody cover of Dream Land 64 from the original Super Smash Bros. (Itself an arrangement of Gourmet Race from Kirby Super Star). Its a strange piece of old internet that, thanks to everyone's favorite Super Mario 64 Funnyman - Simpleflips - has now become one of those things that just keeps appearing as donation-submitted music onto livestreams all over. I even have faint recollections of Chaze the Chat, SiIvaGunner channel creator, explicitly saying during Season 2 that he would never feature 1, 2 Oatmeal. Well, less than a year later, and we arrive here - 1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version). There's just something so fascinating about the lengths Smoky went to with this rip - the amount of effort placed to make the Dream Land theme sound exactly as off-key in the exact same places as the original video - without any lyrics to even attempt masking it. When compared side by side, its evident that actual research went into making sure the two lined up perfectly, and yet the end result is flat-out unpleasant to listen to.

Or, well...it *should* be unpleasant to listen to, but its just too god damn funny. Its impossible for me to listen to 1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version) without also thinking of all the hilarious suffering streamers like Simpleflips have gone through to the tune of the song, without picturing Smoky with the biggest smile on their face as they line the pieces together for their dastardly concoction to be released onto the world. Its a high-quality effort that's impossible for me not to appreciate even as I'm internally suffering from having to listen to it - and now I've unleashed the plague unto you folks as well.

[daniigh0ul]

oh to be as clueless as tati is!

next.

transcript under the cut.

MOONLIGHT LEGACY: CHAPTER ONE

FRAME 1: Wide shot of a person with bulky red stomper boots skateboarding. Camera cannot see where they are headed or who the person is. There is yellow text with an arrow pointing to the shoes which reads: shoes are too heavy for skateboarding. The caption/subtitle below the skateboard reads: Korn 'Twisted Transistor' playing through earbuds.

FRAME 2: A white teen wearing a gray graphic tee with a sad bear on it and ripped black jeans walks into someone's bedroom. Their hair is dyed red, and next to their head reads: SAM SHIPP 18, they/he. The music playing is Kesha 'Die Young'. The subtitles are the first line of the song, "I hear your heart beat, to the beat of the drum."

FRAME 3: As the door closes, Sam points their fingers like guns and clicks their tongue.

SAM: Heeeey, ladies.

FRAME 4: The camera cuts to Tati, a Mexican teen in a party dress has her arms crossed and a disappointed look on her face.

GIA, off screen, laughing: SAM.

TATI: No! No Johnny Bravo impersonations.

(A/N: she's not really annoyed. Pretending to be annoyed is part of the bit!)

FRAME 5: The camera cuts to Gia, a black teen putting on more lip gloss at her vanity. She is wearing a cheetah print dress.

SAM, off screen: Ok, fine. Are you guys ready to party?

GIA, putting on makeup at her vanity: We are, but you're not.

SAM, mock-offended, laughing: Rude!

GIA: Come sit and let me do your makeup~

SAM: Ok. Make me look hot.

Meanwhile Tati is playing DJ, playing the song on YouTube on Gia's laptop.

FRAME 6: Sam is in Gia's vanity chair, lip squishes together. Gia is holding their face with one hand and a tube of black lipstick with the other as she leans over him. Sam Smith's I'm Not Here to Make Friends begins playing.

GIA: Hold still, oh my god

SAM: I feel like a fish

FRAME 7: Sam is staring up into Gia's eyes. Is that yearning in their face? Are they thinking about party tricks so they don't notice the way their heartbeat sped up at Gia's touch? Notably, we cannot see Gia's expression.

FRAME 8: Tati is feeling herself, clueless as to what is happening behind her.

TATI: Damn, I look good

[thelongestway]

Star Trek Prodigy, notes on the watch, ep. 1-2

Back from the jungle, time for the stars! (No, seriously, getting TWO stories you were looking forward to for years in a row is one hell of a feeling).

Lots of spoilers ahead!

Rok, you just did WHAT. Never underestimate a girl's love for cute fluffy things, ahahaha! That's going to be one of the galaxy's best xenobiologists, isn't it?

Ok, so Jankom's politeness is the result of walking into the typically like 90% awkward (I mean cool, ahem) engineering class, huh?

Dal is Dal, haha! Choosing his own targets, huh?

I really need to read up on the timelines - naturally, this is squarely after Lower Decks, and I love how they tie in to it. Of course everyone except Dal has been to the museum! And the supernova. No mention of the evacuation last season, right?

Yeah, Janeway sitting in an admiral's chair and not getting out there? Hahaha, that didn't last long.

...Also goddamn Nova Squadron? AHAHAHA!

NOUM! Tellarite mentorship arc GO!

Murf is doing an excellent job of being a gelatinous shapeshifter, haha!

CETACEAN OPS PROMINENT, HOLY SHIT!

Oh my god, poor Dal, you really didn't know how much paperwork Command works with? I am so sorry, kiddo, that's how they get you!

But also Dal is right, as always. Janeway doesn't throw words like "uniquely suited for" around.

Jankom, you're breaking my heart here.

Gods, Dal and Gwyn! Dal and the way he speaks about his crew! And she clocks him in 2 seconds flat.

Oh. Oh. Of course Dal hasn't read Temporal Mechanics 101. He's terrified.

Oh man, long distance relationships do be like that.

Fucking CLOAK.

GWYN! Also, that Trill. a) Is that the real Ascensia? b) ...wasn't she just on Janeway's bridge? Or is my facial recognition not just dead, but decaying 6ft below ground?

SOLUM. Also Gwyn. Oh no. This *is* the disastrous first contact, isn't it. And damn, are they elf-coded.

Ascensia not wasting time, good for her. Also. Oh god. Baby Ascensia.

...Her heirloom stolen? When? Never mind, she clearly has it, why not show it? Because of the Diviner? She doesn't want to incriminate him? Good choice, I think, at this point.

...Well, there goes your ride home, Gwyn.

Dal street kid skills!!

"Jeffries tubes only lead to trouble!" AHAHAHA do not let Rutherford hear you say that, Rok!

Is that a living construct? That voice. It sounds like the Diviner.

Oh Gwyn, neuroflux migraines canon, and you inherited them. T_T

Ilthuran. That's a good name. Also I am laughing out loud at my little AMV now. "Oh sing a song of Ilthuran", that fits very well. XD

RIP Adreek. :((( But maybe not quite dead yet.

Ohhh Ilthuran. :((( An astronomer on a planet that cares nothing about the stars.

Considering that the heirloom is also the connecting port for the Arcaneum, this is going to tip off security, isn't it?

...There's an adoption ceremony. Oh shit.

Interesting tidbit on the Vulcans there! ...And wow, "stay out of my head from Zero?!?!"

...Sooo they're lost in the wormhole without their xenobiologist AND security officer, and with an unknown quantity Vulcan telepath? GREAT!

Stable time loop, huh. Well, shit.