#sit tight queen i will get you that award

[icouldbeaduck]

*standing outside the house of whoever decides emmy nominations holding a dvd of bones 6x09* so i know it’s been a decade but i have a question

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Everyone but Chanyeol (flu)

Caregiver(s): Chanyeol

Word Count: 1349

Notes: Sometimes what matters most to me are the silly goose interactions. Also, this clip lives in my head rent free, so I had to give a nod to it.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be that guy, but I literally have no hoodies left, people,” Chanyeol announced. To anyone else, he’d sound beyond irritated. His members, though, was saw right through the hands on hips, pouted lips, weight leaning in one hip routine. 

“Sucks to be you,” Sehun replied, currently scrolling aimlessly on his phone while smushed against Minseok’s left shoulder. He was currently wearing Chanyeol’s navy blue hoodie. Minseok was in the purple hoodie, but he at least had the decency to ask Chanyeol for it instead of raiding his closet. Like the rest of the ungrateful heathens spread throughout the living room.

Chanyeol crossed his arms over his (hoodie-less) chest. “I’m serious.”

“Maybe try covering your mouth and not giving the rest of us the flu, then,” Kyungsoo shot back, less teasing than Sehun. His eyes were blazing, forehead creased with ire, his fury completely untouched by his disheveled, clearly ill appearance. It also didn’t help that he was swimming in one of Chanyeol’s black hoodies. Still, Minseok reached over with the arm Sehun wasn’t using as a pillow and pulled the younger man towards him, guiding his head onto his lap to soothe him. Of the members, Kyungsoo hated getting sick the most, and he’d been incredibly sensitive and ready to fight since he’d spiked a fever two days ago. Especially if anyone made the mistake of reminding him he was sick. 

“Soo-ya, be nice,” Junmyeon (another black hoodie) chided softly. The leader was currently trapped in their recliner under a sleeping Baekhyun (light pink). He didn’t mind being trapped there at all though; the vocalist’s gentle breathing was slowly but surely lulling the leader to sleep as well. And more sleep would be much welcomed after getting only three proper hours the previous night due to A.) Jongin’s fever spiking and causing nightmares that had him throwing up at 3am, B.) Sehun having a panic attack at Jongin puking, and C.) his own coughing. 

“He’s not wrong though,” Sehun added unhelpfully. 

“And it’s not like he isn’t already getting his karma back in the form of… well… this.” Jongin (maroon hoodie) waved his hands in a large circle to encompass the whole of the living room. He was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch, back resting against Minseok’s legs. He’d plopped down there an hour ago, and nobody had gathered the strength to ask him why yet. 

“Yeah, we’re the world’s best punishment,” Sehun added. “Only fit for the most devious of criminals.”

“You are such drama queens,” Chanyeol groaned, running a hand down his face. 

“And you are the world’s worst nurse,” Sehun shot back, leaning over the back of the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at his fellow rapper. “If you were better at this, maybe we wouldn’t all still be sick.”

“Yeah! Park Chanyeol: worst health care professional,” Jongin played along, patting Sehun’s knee in support. 

“More like health care crisis,” Kyungsoo mumbled. Jongin and Sehun laughed. 

“Guys, I’m right here,” Chanyeol sighed. The past week had undoubtedly been a trial of Herculean proportions. Yes, it was true that Chanyeol had been the first in the group to get sick, but it wasn’t like he’d actively tried to infect the rest of them. It wasn’t his fault they were coming off of a busy award season of back to back performances with tight dressing rooms, little sleep, and mindlessly shared water bottles. He’d been as careful as possible, yet two days after he’d recovered, Jongin woke up coughing, and it was all down hill from there. They’d all dropped in record time. And really the issue over the hoodies was the only tangible way Chanyeol knew how to express his own frustration at having to do this practically by himself. 

“Wait, since when?” Junmyeon joked. Of course Junmyeon was on Chanyeol’s side, even if he couldn’t physically help him much. Minseok too. But the support of his hyungs was meaningless since the rest of the members were a toss up depending on the hour. And, because of that, Chanyeol sighed, conceding the hoodie argument as his audience was clearly not in the right headspace for it.

As he made his way towards the living area, Jongdae (light blue) stumbled into the room, the physical embodiment of clammy and miserable. He staggered to the couch, climbing over the arm by Kyungsoo and settling in behind the younger vocalist so he could rest his head on Minseok’s only available shoulder. 

“Did you throw up again?” Sehun asked, peeking across Minseok. Jongdae nodded, eyes closed. “Well don’t do it again in here, okay?”

“No promises,” Jongdae slurred. Kyungsoo whined, squirming in discomfort until Minseok’s fingers began running through his hair again.  

“Guys, are we pathetic?” Jongin asked from his spot on the floor. 

“Yes,” Chanyeol answered. 

“Pretty sure that’s just a symptom of the flu,” Minseok added, shifting as much as possible to accommodate the grown men sticking to him like magnets. “Also, Yeollie, there are a few of your hoodies in the dryer. I started a load of laundry yesterd- or was it two days ago?” A soft smile creeped up Chanyeol’s lips as Minseok bit his lip in thought. “It… it doesn’t matter when. They’re in the dryer, okay?”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Hey, don’t help him!” Sehun whined. “That’s not part of the game!”

“What game?” Minseok shook his head. 

“The one where we steal all of his hoodies, duh,” Sehun scoffed. 

“Let me guess: as karma for bringing the flu into the house?” Junmyeon asked sarcastically. Sehun nodded and Jongin snapped his approval.

“Guys, I physically cannot apologize anymore than I have. What more do you want from me?” Chanyeol exclaimed, at the edge of his patience. 

“Sweetheart, they’re delirious, ignore them,” Junmyeon replied peaceably. 

“We want justice!” Jongin exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air. 

“Too loud…” Kyungsoo moaned, burying his face deeper into Minseok’s pajama-clad thigh. Kyungsoo’s shifting disturbed Jongdae, who had nearly fallen asleep, and the older vocalist whined in response. 

“Okay, I physically cannot hold another person, so I’m gonna need you all to at least try to contain your emotions,” Minseok spoke up, more than a tad desperate. “Or I’m gonna need someone to hold me too.” 

“Let’s watch a movie,” Chanyeol suggested. The tension in the room immediately diffused, as both Jongin and Sehun’s snapped to attention at the promise of an activity. Chanyeol was genuinely taken aback, but quickly jumped back into action. “Yeah, let’s put in a movie. We can all chill together.”

“That sounds perfect.” Junmyeon smiled up at him, both pride and relief clear in his eyes. “What movie do you guys want?” Jongin and Sehun both gave their opinions, talking over each other and arguing amongst themselves about the merits of their successive choices. Chanyeol tipped his head to make eye contact with the eldest. “Minseokie, hyung? What do you think?”

Minseok smiled. “The Little Mermaid.”

“The Little Mermaid it is,” Chanyeol declared, swiping the remote from the coffee table and ignoring the protests from the youngest members. It didn’t take long past the opening credits for all complaints to cease, the entire living room absorbed by the magic of Disney. Chanyeol smiled to himself as he returned to the kitchen to check on the soup he’d started earlier; it still had an hour or so to go, but was already smelling amazing. He was rather proud of himself for this one. Sehun and Kyungsoo and Jongin could tease him all they wanted; Park Chanyeol knew a thing or two about successfully nursing his pathetic brothers back to health. 

After checking on dinner, Chanyeol returned to the living room, pulling up one of the chairs from the kitchen table between the recliner and couch so he could easily get up if anyone needed anything. 

“Hey Yeollie?”

The rapper turned his attention to the couch, where Kyungsoo’s whispered voice had called him. “Yeah, bud?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Letting us borrow your hoodies.” 

Chanyeol smiled, all his prior irritation forgotten. “Anything for you guys.”

[whileiamdying]

Jenifer Lewis Tears Up Remembering 'Icon' Tina Turner and Recalls 'Connection' with Her Family (Exclusive)

"I loved Tina Turner with all my soul and all my heart," said the actress, who played Turner's mother in 1993's 'What's Love Got to Do with It'

By Jack Irvin and  Daniela Avila Published on May 25, 2023 06:30PM EDT

Love's got a lot to do with Jenifer Lewis' appreciation for the late Tina Turner.

After the legendary queen of rock 'n' roll died at age 83 on Wednesday following a long illness, Lewis spoke to PEOPLE about her memories of the 12-time Grammy winner and her experience playing her mother, Zelma Bullock, in the 1993 biopic What's Love Got to Do with It.

The I Love That for You star opened up about her reaction to Turner's death, telling PEOPLE, "I tried not to cry because I'm 66 and at some point, we all have to learn how to mourn and not fall apart. But I had to allow myself to cry, because she was one of the greatest entertainers that ever lived."

Lewis, 66, describes the "Proud Mary" performer as "one of the greatest to ever do it," noting that she studied her artistry from childhood and admired the way she was able to "stay up and sustain" a career in the entertainment business "out of the great love she had for it."

"I feel like a mother, a sister, a friend, a teacher has passed this plane, and I'm grateful to Tina for being who she was," she continues. "I got so much from her — my sass, my moves, everything."

When Lewis was performing in a national tour of the musical Eubie in the 1980s, she went to see one of Turner's concerts at a "four-star hotel" in Toronto — where she was invited backstage to meet the musician. "I bowed down, and she didn't say, 'Oh, honey, get up,' because she saw the sincerity," she recalls. "I was sitting in the front row, so it's not like she didn't see me worshiping her from the audience."

"I think I said something like, 'I want to be just like you,' and she said, 'I can see it in you," adds Lewis. "It was powerful to just have that moment in the dressing room with her."

While she didn't have the chance to meet Turner during the making of What's Love Got to Do with It, Lewis "serendipitously" had a run-in with Bullock and her older daughter Alline "in a vitamin store" after the film came out.

"I heard her say, 'Alline, which vitamins am I getting?' And I immediately recognized the voice. I looked around, and there she was," explains Lewis. "Tina looked just like her mother. The legs were there, the tight body — even at her age — and she had Tina's face."

She says she was "bold enough" to say hello. "I was scared because of how I had portrayed her in the movie. I said, 'Ms. Bullock?' and she turned around, saw my face. She hugged me first, and then she held my shoulders as she pulled me back," recalls the star. "These were the words she said to me, 'Oh, I wanted to be so dressed up when I met you.' That's the sweetest thing somebody can say to somebody."

Bullock then invited Lewis to her house, which sparked a deep bond between them. "Alline called me when [Zelma] passed away, and I sang at her funeral," she says. "I loved Tina Turner with all my soul and all my heart, and I'm glad we had her as long as we did."

Lewis also got the chance to watch Turner perform "Proud Mary" alongside Beyoncé at the 2008 Grammy Awards in Los Angeles. "I ran down front. I was sitting in the audience, and I just ran down the aisle to just get that close to Tina, to the power of those two women," she recalls.

"She was an icon," adds the Poetic Justice actress. "Tina never gave 100% — she gave 2000. That was one of the things she taught me, and as I'm going through looking for the perfect picture to post on Instagram, it hits me more and more that we lost a great one. But she will never be lost. She is in the pit of everybody's soul that ever saw her or met her."

Working on What's Love Got to Do with It was also especially impactful for Lewis, as it was her first time playing a mother. "Now, I'm the Mother of Black Hollywood, but when they called, I was like, 'Tina Turner's mother?' Because I'm only two years older than Angela [Bassett]," she says. "Of course, they assured me of how young Tina's mother was when she had her."

"I think that was one of my best performances, doing Zelma Bullock. She was from St. Louis, and I'm from St. Louis, and I based that character on my mother and her nine sisters, all from St. Louis," continues Lewis. "It was easy for me to capture the character of Zelma Bullock, because I knew those women very well — pretty much trapped between a rock and a hard place, trying to raise children, coming from that abuse and having to run."

She explains that "so much of what I loved about Tina" was the way she "showed us how to have the courage to walk away, continue to be our true selves and rise above the bulls---."

[pedropascal-blog]

Goosebumps - A Benedict Cumberbatch Fanfic - Part One

“Would you stop freaking out! It’s going to be okay!”

I had been examining my final look in the mirror while I was panicking to my best friend. I had a long tight elegant black dress on along with a black pair of heels that showed off my legs rather nicely.

I whipped around to look at my best friend, Noah, who also conveniently was my make-up artist.

“How could you say it’s going to be ‘okay’ when it’s not OKAY!” I frantically yelled as I grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her.

She burst into laughter as she shook her head and continued to apply the finishing touches of my makeup.

“At least we know you picked the right profession, drama queen, and anyways, this is everything you ever dreamed of. I know it’s scary, but scary things are usually just hidden gems in disguise. Don’t let it discourage you and even if you don’t win, you still are an amazing fucking actress!”

I threw my head up, looking up at the hotel lobby ceiling trying to stop any tears from coming out and ruining my makeup.

“Bestie! Stop! I’m going to ruin my makeup!” I laughed as I fanned my face with my hands

Noah hugged me tightly and laughed with me as she wiped away a few of her own tears.

Suddenly my agent and good friend, Jackson, walked up to us and wrapped his arms around both Noah and I’s shoulders. He bent down to our level and looked at the both of us with a ginormous smile.

“Are we ready to go to the fucking OSCARS, my ladies?!” He emphasized “Oscars” as we all cheered loudly, the rest of our team joining in.

We were escorted out of the hotel through the back to be sure no fans or paparazzi tried to see me before the award show and to be careful not to spoil my outfit. We piled into two different blacked-out SUVs and headed off toward the venue of the Oscars.

The drive took about ten minutes, plus the time it took to wait and get out of the car. A few of my bodyguards, Jackson and Noah talked amongst each other. They couldn’t wait for tonight, to watch everyone’s hard work finally pay off.

I on the other hand wanted to take this time to center myself before stepping out in front of hundreds of fans and cameras. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Honestly, I was trying not to throw up the few tequila shots we all took in the hotel room from all the nerves I was feeling. I steadied my shaky hands from the anxiety and drew in one last deep breath before opening my eyes again.

Looking out the window, the event was now in view as we sat in the line of celebrities waiting to get out and walk the red carpet. Cheering fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars lined the sidewalks.

I couldn’t believe I was here. I dreamed of this moment since I could remember. I was a new actress who had her big break this year in a major film that broke box office records. My costars, Mark Wahlberg, and Hailee Steinfeld certainly helped with that. My head is still unable to believe how I, Nadine Pierce, could have ever achieved such a thing, to be in a movie with such big names.

My SUV came to halt, and Noah grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

“We are going to be right behind you the whole time, you got this! You deserve this!”

I gave her a hug and I turned my attention to Jackson who started talking.

“So, quickly before we get out let’s run through the red-carpet plan one more time. Noah and I...”  he motioned between the two of them “Are going to get out this door, and you that door. Then we will follow behind as Sandra, your publicist, guides you down the carpet and tells you what to do. You’ll take pictures, sign some autographs, and do some interviews. After, you’ll enter the venue and finally get to sit down and relax before the award show stars.”

Jackson took a deep breath before giving my hand a squeeze as well. “You’ll do great! Have fun! Enjoy the payoff of your hard work. Got it?”

“Got it” I said with a smile. I took one last deep breath before the car door flew open and the sound of screams filled my ears.

Joe, one of my bodyguards, held out his hand and helped me step out of the SUV. Instantly my eyes were met with the flashes of cameras

“Nadine!”

“Nadine! Look over here!”

“Nadine! Can you turn to your right a little bit!”

I made my way down the red carpet, and I was having such a good time. I was finishing up some pictures when I saw both Mark and Hailee were doing an interview. I did a light jog over, trying not to trip in my heels.

“I must have missed my invitation to this party!” I said as I ran up behind Hailee and Mark, wrapping my arms around their lower backs and standing between them. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, and they all happily welcomed me.

“Oh shit! An Oscar award winner just showed up!” Mark said, as he gave me side hug

“Stop! The show hasn’t even started yet! I mean, you two are more likely to be winning your categories than I am! I feel way too new still!”

Hailee turned to me surprised, “I have a good feeling that luck is on your side tonight too!”

I blew her a kiss and we all laughed. The interviewer asked us a few questions about our movie, and we said our goodbyes.

“Hey! Where are you guys sitting?” I asked before moving on to sign some autographs

“I am table 3 I think!” Hailee said. I grabbed her hands and said, “Me too!” and we both jumped excitedly.

“Oh god help me! A whole evening with you two?” Mark said, jokingly hitting his forehead

“ARE YOU TABLE 3” Hailee and I both screamed in unison and Mark nodded his head yes. We ran up to him and started jumping around him excitedly

“Alright! Alright! Go enjoy the rest of the walk down and I’ll see both of you at the table!” Mark said

We all laughed and hugged each other as we moved on down the rep carpet.

As I continued my way down the carpet, I got to meet a few amazing actors who had surprisingly come up to tell me how big of fans they are. I feel as if this is a fever dream.

I was waiting a moment before it was my turn with the last interviewer at the end of the red carpet and Noah who had been standing on the side waiting quickly jogged up to me. She leaned in closely, whispering in my ear.

“Don’t turn around now, but the ONE and ONLY Benedict Cumberbatch is behind you” and as quickly as she came up, she was gone, back to the side and giving me a thumbs up.

I froze in place, my heart started beating fast and my hands turned sweaty. I looked directly at Noah with wide eyes. She clapped her hands excitedly as she was entertained by watching you be flustered by your celebrity crush.  It took everything in my power to not turn around and fangirl on my absolute favorite actor.

Suddenly my breathing hitched in my throat as I felt a gentle squeeze on my arm and heard a rich and delightful British accent.

“Hey Love, I think they are waving you up” I heard him say in my ear as goosebumps ran up and down my arms.

Looking over my shoulder in what felt like slow motion, my eyes were met with his bright blue ones. He smiled brightly down at me while I stood there looking stupid with my mouth slightly open. I was in disbelief that this moment was real. Benedict Cumberbatch was looking at ME and I could have nearly fainted then and there.

I nervously laughed and mumbled some incoherent words before rushing up to the interviewer. She had warm and fun energy to her and welcomed me with open arms.

“I see you just met, Benedict Cumberbatch?” She said laughing and pulling out of the hug

“I think so” I nodded my head laughing, still in shock

“Everyone reacts the same way when they meet him for the first time. He’s a delight!” The interviewer responded and we shared a laugh, and I nodded in agreement.

My eyes betrayed me as I caught them glancing over to Benedict who was standing a few feet behind you, watching you intently with a smile. My cheeks went hot as I quickly directed my eye contact back to the interviewer who was now changing the subject.

“I want to start by saying I am a huge fan! This must be so surreal for you!”

“Thank you so much! It is! I’m walking down the red carpet in awe. I just am so lucky and thankful for this experience and to be able to have people around me to share it with!”

The interview continued for a few more minutes and we said our goodbyes. The whole time I fought my urges to glance over at Benedict who I could feel was looking at me. I made myself look like a fool the way I mumbled words that weren’t even understandable.

I hurried over to Noah and Jackson who had been patiently waiting for me. Noah touched up my makeup as Jackson handed me some water.

“Here, drink. I know you're thirsty after what just happened” Jackson smirked, and I gasped

“You guys have no idea how embarrassing that was! We need to get out of this area!”

I said as I grabbed both of their hands and pulled them into the venue all while they laughed hysterically behind me.

“Nadine it’s okay! He’s a fine-looking man!” Noah said while still laughing

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Thank you for reading! Disclaimer that all this is just fantasy and in no way to harm any real people. I loved writing this and hope people like it and want more!

[mrwinterr]

Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply. 

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him. 

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip  he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.  

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.  

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.  

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.    

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated! 

[avvail]

hihi can you continue winter hunt whenever?

winter hunt – 0.4

tw: mentions of drugging, dehumanisation (treated like a pet), blackmail, mentions of death/murder

Protagonist didn't feel like getting up.

Their curtains were only partially obscuring the window, allowing some of the morning light to stream into their bedroom and illuminate the space. For what Antagonist considered them a plaything, they certainly awarded them with a fitting bedroom.

A wardrobe full of clothes, a queen sized bed accompanied with their own silk curtains they could draw around the frame. Even a mirror, something Protagonist had never acquired during their upbringing, glinting without a single speck of dust on it.

The pillow below them was enticing. They pushed their head further into it and sank into the mattress, glazed eyes staring out of the window. Their body ached with the thought of what was to come. They could feel the consequences of their actions dawning on them from last night, their pathetic breakdown swelling their eyes painfully. The headache prominent in their skull.

Protagonist threw the duvet over themself and gave a loud groan, their chest tight with unwant. They didn't want the day to progress. They didn't want to see Antagonist. They didn't want to get up.

They didn't want a lot of things, but they were still getting it.

That was what annoyed them the most.

Their head popped up from the covers in alarm when the sound of the doorknob rattling invaded their senses, glancing at the door with a pounding heart. When nothing more than a young woman walked in, one Protagonist could easily recognise as a personal assistant or even maid, they plopped their head back onto the pillow and frowned softly.

“Excuse me,” she spoke, her head bowed politely. Protagonist almost found it fitting, someone of Antagonist's power to live in a royal castle, with their own maids to do their dirty work. They often wondered what position Antagonist had, but quickly realised they wreaked fear. Pressure the money right out the little people's hands, with no remorse.

Antagonist was a bad person with a lot of wealth. It wasn't an applicable mix.

“Antagonist would like you downstairs for breakfast in the next ten minutes,” the maid continued after receiving no response, tugging open the curtains so the entire window was exposed. Protagonist wriggled in discomfort, turning away.

“I'm not sitting at the same table as them,” Protagonist huffed, closing their eyes,” let alone eat the same meals. I don't want to see them.”

The maid merely glanced at them, before adding with a small smile: “They said if you responded with something like that, then I should tell you that they'll send ten of their men right away to Siblings hut and have them reiterate in detail how they—”

Protagonist's eyes flew open. “Fine, fine, just please stop talking.”

Antagonist had cheek. Calling them down to have breakfast when all they seemed to do was lord their power over them, knowing they were in too much of a vulnerable position to fight back. What conversation would they even have?

Protagonist was guided towards a bath and bathed for a short amount of time, until they were clean. Luscious clothes were presented to them, and they felt wrong wearing such quality, the feeling of silk and handcrafted stitches strange on their body.

“It's itchy,” they complained as the maid fussed with their hair, brushing it back while they sat them in front of the mirror.

“Antagonist wants you looking your best,” she simply responded, placing the brush down on the table and flashing them a warm smile. “It would be in your best interest not to cause a fuss.”

Protagonist barely even recognised themself. They'd spent so long on the run, unable to care about their appearance, and the transformation was almost impressive, were they not reminded of where they were each passing second. The nakedness they felt without their bow was almost suffocating, knowing it always calmed them down at the best of times, a physical reality check.

They needed it now more than ever as they were guided towards the dining room table, where Antagonist was already seated, arms folded across their chest.

Protagonist remembered the image of when they’d first woken up, and shuddered silently. Antagonist was tense, their face tight—they didn’t seem happy. They would know by now, with only their short amount of time together.

Protagonist didn’t need to be told to sit down. They seated themself on the opposite end of the dining table, their eyes drifting towards all the extravagant selections of food, some they didn’t even recognise. They shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Antagonist.

They seemed to feel their gaze, piercing eyes meeting theirs in a second. “Hurry up and eat.”

Protagonist’s brows wrinkled. “How do I know you haven’t drugged it or something?”

That seemed to set off a flare in their eyes, sitting up straighter in their chair and glaring at Protagonist. “You only think the worst of me, don’t you? What need would I have to drug you?”

“I don’t know,” they mumbled back, looking away in discomfort. “I don’t know anything with you.”

Antagonist’s chest seemed to heave, before they crossed one leg over the other, and locked their fingers together. Protagonist felt their silent command, and gingerly reached for a plate, settling it in front of them as quietly as they could. It was beyond awkward, with Antagonist seemingly not interested in the food, only watching them with a lingering gaze.

Protagonist kept their head down.

“I have a job today.”

They instinctively glanced upwards, as Antagonist continued. “Someone in the city. They’ve been kicking up a fuss and I want them silenced.”

Protagonist’s blood suddenly ran cold. They froze, eyes fixated on them. “You don’t mean…?”

“I do,” Antagonist spoke calmly, their eyes glinting with mischief. They seemed amused by their reaction, like a deer caught in the headlights. Protagonist could feel that cold chill creeping down their spine, seeping into their skin.

Their voice shook as they spoke. “I’m not going to kill anybody else…”

Antagonist simply looked at them, and it caused their heart to thump widely against their chest. They knew the answer before they said it, but it still slammed into them like a brick wall.

“Yes, you are.”

Protagonist’s lip wobbled. “Please…”

They could vividly remember the feeling when their fingers uncurled from around the arrow, the way it whistled through the bitter air, sealing the mans fate. It sank into his flesh, straight through his heart, instantly killing him. One of them. A human, just like them. Protagonist had become desensitized to the thought of slaughtering animals. That was for food, for clothes, the necessities someone like them needed to fight for throughout their life.

But a human? What good did that do?

“My men have been chasing them, but they’re slippery,” Antagonist continued, seemingly unaffected by the images flashing within Protagonist’s eyes. “They’ve managed to slip by more times than one. And it’s becoming a problem. I need my dog to find them.”

Protagonist suddenly wasn’t hungry, eyes in their lap. “Me?”

“Who else?”

They felt the pressure hard on their shoulders, trying to push down the images of their handcrafted arrows sinking into the flesh of another living, breathing human. But what choice did they have? Antagonist would just pour more salt into their wound and they would unravel by their feet like always.

A sigh fell from their lips, trying to ignore the scraping of Antagonists chair as they rose from their seat.

“You’re my dog, are you not?” They pressed, their shadow looming closer and closer towards them with each footstep. Protagonist opened their mouth to snap at them, but quickly changed their mind.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” a bundle of worn clothes were dumped in their lap, causing them to flinch widely. Antagonist smiled, their hand squeezing their shoulder. “Then, go fetch.”

part five

[lokifantasies]

Newborns

Summary: You and Loki finally welcome your two newest family members.

Character(s): Loki, Jade, & Reader

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Loki nervously paces by your side – chewing on his fingernails as you wait for your contractions to get closer. Jade, who was awake when your water broke, came with you and Loki to the hospital once Thor arrived to watch the little ones.

Jade nervously sits in the chair beside you and tries to distract herself on her phone – looking up at you with a worried expression each time you groan from the pain.

"Not too long, my love," Loki reassures you with a smile as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"L-Loki," you nervously begin, "w-w-we don't have a name for her picked out."

Loki smiles – knowing that you always find something to become worried over as your body prepares for delivery.

"We will, darling," he says softly. "One step at a time, okay, babe?"

"I'm right here, mom," Jade's quiet voice speaks up. "I can hold your hand...you know...if you want me too."

You look over and nod at your daughter. "Yes, please, Jade," you agree – giving your daughter's hand a soft squeeze – tightening your grip as another contraction comes. Loki instinctively grabs your other hand, and he coaches you through the pain – his voice lulling you into a sense of comfort.

The doctor comes into the room, and a smile is on her face.

"You're doing perfect," she says – looking at your vitals and the rate of the contractions. You merely nod as you try to control your breathing. The doctor pulls a stool up towards the end of the hospital bed, and she checks to see how dilated you are. "We're at eight centimeters," she announces. "Not long to go now."

"You're doing amazing, mom," Jade smiles at you.

The fact that, in a short while, you'll be delivering yet another set of twins fills you with adrenaline and anxiety, but at the same time, you're beyond excited to hold the little ones in your arms.

Before you know it, the doctor is preparing the nurses for the delivery of your son and daughter, and she informs you that you're fully dilated and ready to start pushing with the next contraction.

"You've got his, love," Loki whispers – kissing your cheek as you try to control your breathing. "We're right here to help."

You nod – your eyes closed as your breathing speeds up. You feel Jade hold your hand with both of hers, and the sixteen-year-old gives the back of yours a sweet kiss. The doctor gives you the go ahead to start pushing, and you grab Loki and Jade's hands as tight as possible – the two of them constantly tell you how good you're doing.

Thirty-seven minutes later, Zielony Matthew Lokison is brought into the world – letting out cries as he uses his lungs for the first time. Sixteen minutes after him, the trickster that hid behind her brother for most of the pregnancy arrives. Loki, Jade, and you have tears of happiness in your eyes as the nurses hand the two newborns over to you and Loki – Jade having left the room to award you both some privacy.

"Hi there," you softly coo at the sleeping baby girl in your arms. "Loki...they're so perfect."

Loki smiles down at his newborn son. "They are," he agrees with a sniffle.

"She needs a name," you remind him – peeling your eyes off the baby girl and looking up to the happy father.

"Loki," he suggests with a smile. You raise your eyebrows – wondering if he's actually serious. "But, of course, we could change the spelling or something."

"Are you being serious?" you chuckle.

He shrugs and sits next to you on the bed. "She's a little trickster," he smiles.

"Just like her daddy," you add with a matching smile. "How else could we spell it?"

"L-o-h-k-e-i-g-h?" he puts forth. "Lohkeigh?"

You hum in consideration of the name. "But then it'll get confusing when trying to talk to one of you, and the other thinks they're being talked to."

"Right," Loki nods – his voice deep and drawn out. "How about Lokaia?"

You smile widely at the name. "Lokaia," you repeat it to see how it feels on your tongue. "We could call her Kai for short."

"I love it," Loki smiles – kissing your forehead tenderly. "Lokaia Rebel Lokisdottir?"

You and Loki hold the two babies out to get a full view of them. "Zielony Matthew Lokison and Lokaia Rebel Lokisdottir."

[thequeenb]

A Hell Of A Year

I can't say i didn't miss you guys, i know my vocation was long but what would you do if you were caught red handed with your professor by the whole university? Well that doesn't matter anymore because i am back and boy oh boy i feel like a celebrity.

You know me, i wore an incredibly sexy red suit with black stilettos for my first day. Its been so long i almost forgot what its like to have drama. No dirty blogs, no bratty rich kids, just me, cocktails and sexy women.

I walk around the campus lost in thought and now that i mentioned sexy women..Poppy! I haven't even got a text from her all summer but we all know i am stubborn too so i didn't try to contact her. I think she is still bitter for winning the award but its just a stupid title, right?

Well maybe for me..i just realized everyone looks at me like they saw a ghost. Yea yea i am kind of a celebrity on T because of all the scandals i get involved to but come on, everyone is staring. Luckily for me i spot a friendly face that sweeps me off my feet

"Bea you are back!!" Zoe says hugging me tight. I haven't seen her all summer it finally feels nice to be around her

"Back and ready to run, have you seen how every student looks at me?" I roll my eyes as we continue our walk

"Well you are kind in the middle of a scandal right now" Zoe looks at me and i can sense her sympathy. I mean i understand i did sleep with my professor but..ugh i am done with excuses

"Now that you mentioned that, though i would like to talk about my sexy time in Miami, there is something important you should know" i take my phone out as she reads the texts i got from the unknown number

Zoe's eyes widened in surprise as she hugs me tight "I can't believe that creep babe"

"Its weird right? It must be the same person who uploaded the photos, ugh i didn't come here to be a celebrity, i came here to study law" i roll my eyes again as every student i pass by has something to gossip about me

"You don't know me but i do..what Is this? Pretty little liars? Ugh so cliche" Zoe is annoyed but her jokes lighten my mood

Speaking of gossip there she is. Sitting by herself i see Poppy with a magazine in her hands. Wait a minute..she is alone? I must be dreaming

I approach closer and for the first time since the award night we lock eyes. I can feel my heart beat fast and i can see tears in her eyes. I must say its kind of sad to see her alone but now she isn't

"He-" before i even finish my sentence Poppy is fast to interrupt me

"Save your breath Hughes, my parents adviced me to stay away from you"

Zoe laughs shaking her head "And since when do you care? How old are you again?"

"I think you should ask your friend that since she was so comfortable hooking up with her professor for months now" her attention goes back to the magazine because she cant meet my eyes

I sigh yanking the magazine off her hands "Come one Pops lets take a walk, i think what i have to say is far more interesting than thirsting over Selena's Gomez cover"

Poppy pouts but does as i say. I wave goodbye at Zoe and i finally find a calm place to talk freely

"Seriously i have nothing to say to you, you humiliated me Infront of my parents and how did you learn about my father? Ugh you are gross" She is frustrated i understand, but so am i

"Its not like you were an angel is it? Making my life a living hell wasn't exactly polite was it Miss Queen B? Or should i add ex in my sentence" i approach her face looking intently into her eyes, a fire burning within

"Oh yea because a stupid title counts, go ahead they will soon realize what a snake you are. I can't wait to read another scandal of yours who knows? Maybe you will publicly fuck Infront of all of us!!" This time her tone is harsh and i can see her jealousy creeping out of her body

"Listen Hughes you may won the battle but not the war, now go back to your Prof i am sure you have some "work" to do" and just like that she turns her heels ready to leave but i grab her in time pinning her against the wall

"I missed you" i breathe out as i hold her body close to mine. Out of all the insults i prepared to fire back thats all i managed to say. All this time away from her was torture but now i got her where i want her.

"Why didn't you call?" She says but this time she sounds genuine and i sigh not knowing what to respond exactly. I am so caught up to my own mistakes that i cant even enjoy this moment

Words can not describe the desire i feel for her so i capture her lips with mine in a passionate kiss. She groans as she deepen the kiss, i hold her hands above her head and i can hear her disappointment when i pull apart

"I dreamt about you all summer, watching all these couples at the beach made me so jealous" i whisper in her ear while i suck the sensitive spot there

"Oh i- i missed your annoying company too" she says and i laugh, my breath hot against her skin

Just as i was about to continue i can hear the bell ring, a reminder that we aren't alone and i should probably stay off trouble, the Dean already hates me

"Well then, i should go in-"

"Wait Poppy i have something to tell you" i stop her tracks once again

"Make it quick, time is money" i roll my eyes at her and for a second i can see a small grin. I take my phone out showing her the messages and her expression goes ice cold

"I know you hate me but look maybe you were right and i do need your help not because i use you but because i-"

"Whoever is threatening you will pay" her tone is hard exactly like the day i met her

"Because thats my job" she adds and i can see her cheeks turning pink. Ah i really did miss her

"Thank you? Thats decent of you but we should probably get going now"

"Right you have a professor to hook up with" she says but if i didn't knew better she is joking this time. Despite the joke a heavy realisation sinks into my heart

I have to deal with the Dean and prove Ina's innocence. I hate that i am the reason she might lose her job and ugh what was i thinking this whole scenario was bad to begin with, why did my parents send me here and-

Suddenly my thoughts are interrupt as i feel a soft hand reaching mine

"I am here" Poppy says smiling at me, and for the first time in a long time its sweet and filled with love. I hold her hand tight appreciating the gesture. And she is right, she is here with me, and with her by my side, its going to be a hell of a year.

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[infernwetrust]

In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Summary: A recent change in your shift allows for you to have lunch with Michael at his brand new dealership.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Swearing. I think that’s about it.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This idea came to me recently today lol. We all know Michael Langdon isn’t a stranger to a little office sex. I imagined this one with F&R Michael. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael walked around his dealership, hands clasped behind his back as he silently studied his employees at work. Not wanting Michael to always stress over his job as the anti-Christ, you convinced him to pursue something else that he was interested in. Why not start a business, he had thought. He decided that he would own a decent sized car lot, divided into 3 sections; luxury, middle-class, and pre-owned vehicles. The business took off well as he constantly won awards throughout the year whether it be for most sales or outstanding customer service.

He could feel the eyes burning into him as he walked passed, from employees and customers alike. He knew he was attractive. He knew that some of his workers wanted to screw him, but he paid their nasty thoughts no mind. He dressed in all black as usual. A black button up shirt that hugged his figure perfectly, tight black jeans, sporting the Michael Kors belt you had gotten him for his birthday, and his favorite pair of black dress shoes to go with it. He never went anywhere without wearing the platinum chain, which proudly displayed his last name, around his neck. That was also a gift from you.

His hands shifted behind his back and his thumb brushed against his wedding band, causing him smile a little bit as he finished walking the floor, returning to his office and taking a seat at his desk. He looked down at the wedding band, reminding himself of the passionate encounter that the two of you had shared a few nights ago.

"Michael..." you whispered against his lips as he lay comfortably between your legs.

"Hmm, my love?" he questioned, his blue eyes meeting yours, his lips not moving an inch away from yours.

"I want you to wear your ring while you make love to me. I want to see it. I want to be reminded of your commitment to me." He smiled against your lips because funny enough, it was something he always thought of too. Normally he would take it off to avoid it flying off his finger due to any sudden hand movements while the two of you got lost in each other.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"I have your weekly sales report, Mr. Langdon." his lovely Ms. Mead said, walking into his office and gently placing the folder on his desk. He smiled warmly at her, taking a bite of his now cold bagel before moving the folder closer to him. It was only right that he made her head of the financials. She was so good with numbers and always had Michael's files correctly placed together.

"Now you know you don't have to call me that." he said to her. "Michael, Mike, even son, works just fine for me."

"I know." she said. "But we're in your place of business, my dear. I will always address you with respect."

"You're too good to me, you know that?" All she could do was smile. "Took care of me when no one else would, never left my side, always provided for me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough." She was going to say something else when Michael's front desk receptionist walked into his office, his shirt drenched in coffee.

"Jeremy what the fuck happened to you?"Michael questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as one of his first impression's of his establishment was now completely a mess. "You can't fucking greet people like that. What type of business do you think I'm running here?"

"There's a woman, in the lobby." he began, out of breath. "She keeps demanding that I direct you to her office and that she's your wife. I think she's crazy, but I tried letting her know that you're a very busy man and that she'd have to call in advance to meet with you, but she wouldn't take no for an answer." A smile crept its way across Michael's face as he snapped his fingers, restoring Jeremy's outfit back to its original state. Yup. That was you.

"Yeah, that sounds like my wife." Michael said, grinning alongside Ms. Mead. "Perhaps you should of listened to her the first time."

"But sir, I was just trying to-,"

"Ah ah. I've heard enough. Walk her back here and make sure you get nothing else thrown on you for the rest of the day or your fired. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremy said lowly, turning to exit Michael's office and get you.

"These fucking new hires, huh?" Michael questioned, looking at Ms. Mead.

"You let Jeff and Mutt do the hiring when you really should pass that job along to Gallant. He would make sure the right people were working here."

"That he would. That he would..." Michael agreed, rubbing underneath his chin. And then you walked into the room. With a recent shift change, you now got off at 2PM, which means you were able to meet Michael for his lunches that he took at 2:30. He stared at you, smiling devilishly, running his fingers across his bottom lip.

"You're lucky I don't fire you my fucking self." you said to Jeremy as he escorted you in.

"My apologies, Mrs. Langdon." he said, with his head low.

"Yeah, whatever. You can get out now." He wasted no time, quickly leaving the room, accidentally bumping into the side of the door, causing the 3 of you to giggle. "Ugh, Michael, don't tell me you're still chewing on that bagel I sent you to work with." You walked over to his desk, engulfing Ms. Mead into a tight hug, which she gladly returned before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll leave you two, to it." she said, giving Michael a nod before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Why so bossy today?" Michael questioned, sitting up in his chair and resting his hands on his desk, admiring your unique figure.

"Between work today and your stupid front desk agent, I'm just ready to eat lunch with you and for you to come home."

"It was that bad today?"

"If I could throw my computer out of the window with no consequences, I would." Michael chuckled, grabbing his bag of Panera Bread. You knew his favorite. Turkey Bacon Bravo, with avocado, extra, extra, avocado. Cheddar Broccoli soup and a Coke.

"You and me both, my Queen." Michael grabbed a remote, the one that control the shades in his office. He lowered them, half way, just so that no one walking by would be able to peak in at the two of you. "Staying with me until I get off at 5 or do you just want to take my car and go home and then come back for me?”

"You know I am. I've missed you terribly today."

"Is that why my front desk boy ended up covered in coffee?" The two of you looked at each other with a grin. "A temper just like mine. Mrs. Langdon, I love it, just as much as I love you."

"I love you too." you responded. "My temper is how I keep things in order."

"Mmmm." Michael hummed. "Tell me about it."

After lunch, Michael returned to his duties, going over his sales reports, moving things where they needed to go, and sending out emails and reminders. You loved watching him work. You loved how fast his fingers moved a crossed the keys and how his gaze never broke away from the task at hand. You were mainly focused on his outfit choice for today. You had no idea he would be leaving the house in an outfit that pointed out ALL of his features. Though he was soft, you could still see the full outline of his length through his jeans when he sat down. His chest, outlined against his shirt perfectly, you could just make out his nipples. The size of Michael's thighs drove you insane, that you couldn't help but come over in the chair you were sitting in and start rubbing them.

His focus still didn't break and while you knew he preferred to stay focused on his work, today it didn't seem like he cared. He allowed you to rub his thigh, his breathing slightly increasing as he typed up a inventory report. When he paused for a moment, wanting to crack his knuckles, you took the opportunity to spin his chair around so that it was facing you. The both of you immediately made eye contact, but no words were spoken. You could read his face and he could read yours. You were both on on the same page. He grabbed another remote, this time the stereo remote, turning it on, leaving the music at a reasonable volume.

Your hands were already fumbling with his belt as you got it unclasped. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans, Michael kicking off his shoes and moving them to the side. You pulled them down, bringing his boxers down with his, revealing his semi-hard cock. And all you did was touch him. You knew how much Michael craved you, both intimately and non-intimately. He was weak underneath your touch most of the time. You got on your knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as you slowly took him into your mouth. He let out a Godly sigh, leaning his head back as you got to work on him.

"Ssssh." you said, popping him out of your mouth. "It seems to be a busy day for you. You don't want your customers to know what's going on behind your office doors do you?"

"And what if I do?" Michael questioned, his cock twitching from missing your mouth.

"Well let's pretend you don't. No noises. Can you do that for me, daddy?" Michael's jaw clenched at the name and he bit his lip slightly. Silent Michael was sight to see. While extremely audible Michael was one of your favorites, nothing beat looking up at him and watching as he expressed his pleasure with his face and body.

You took him back into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down on his length. Michael's jaw dropped. He desperately wanted to moan. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel, but he kept it quiet. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He didn't bother to take it off, his chest and torso for the most part exposed, his chain landing perfectly in the middle of chest. You licked up and down the sides of his shaft, using your hand to stroke circles around his spit glazed tip. The sound of the wetness drove the both of you crazy. Your own arousal soaked through your panties.

Putting him back in your mouth, you sucked on just his tip, using both of your hands to stroke the rest of his length. Looking up at him, he looked so beautiful. He was breathing heavily as he peered back down at you, running his hand through his hair, his hips starting to thrust upwards in your hand to try and match your pace. His foot found its way between your legs and using his big toe, he slowly rubbed it across your clit, causing you to moan lowly around him, the vibrations ripping through him.

You were sucking faster now, moving your hands faster. He gripped both sides of his office chair, before deciding to let them go, wanting his hands wrapped up in your hair instead. You moved your hands, knowing what he was wanting to do. Welcoming it. And you loved watching him do it too. His thrusts in your mouth started off slow and gently, before they became rough and fast. You looked up at Michael again, who was now breathing so rapidly you thought that maybe he could be hyperventilating. You could see him mouthing the word fuck over and over and over.

He stood up abruptly, pulling you up with him before smashing his lips onto yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, the two of you fighting for dominance. He was quick to rid you of your clothes before pulling his shirt all the way off. With a quick wave of his hand, everything that was now on his desk, was on his office sofa, neatly stacked so that he could return to it lately. He picked you up, setting you down on his desk.

"Now can you do the same for me?" he asked, quickly sliding into you, catching you off guard. Sensing your impending loud moan he quickly put a hand over your mouth. "No noises yes? Or I'll stop and we'll have to finish this at home." You nodded against his hand and he slowly moved in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You pulled him by the back of his neck, closer to you, putting your lips directly against his ear. His hands roamed all over you, squeezing your breasts, playing with your nipples as he gradually increased the pace at which he fucked you. Your hands travelled up and down his back when suddenly he grabbed them, pinning them above your head.

You swore the desk was inching farther and farther away from the area it resided in as he now pounded into you relentlessly and you could help but let out a cry of pleasure, or at least you tried to, but Michael knew you all to well. He used his powers to keep you quiet, your mouth wanting to make noise, but nothing but breaths and pants coming out.

"Poor, girl." Michael said between breaths. "Dishing out challenges you can't even do yourself. Now look, I have to use my powers to keep your mouth shut. Pathetic. You enjoy being my little office toy?" You nodded vigorously. Not only had your shift change allowed you to have lunch with Michael, but it was just the fact that you were now able to spend the rest of his work filled day with him, sex or no sex.

"That's what I thought." he continued, his pounding becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his climax, you not following too far behind. When he let your hands go, they immediately found their way to his hair, giving it a sharp tug to which he inhaled sharply to stop himself from cursing. You grabbed him by his throat, pulling him back down towards you as you neared your orgasm, foreheads pressed against each other with nothing but pure love and lust in the both of your eyes.

You let go first, squirming violently against Michael, who sloppily kissed you following his own release shortly after, breathing and panting loudly in each other's mouths. You both rode out your orgasms until the pleasure was completely gone.

"This shift change is going to be so much fun." Michael said as he rested his face in your neck.

"So much fun, Mr. Langdon. So much fun." you said back.

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[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

80 Favorite Jonalot Moments

I don’t talk about it much, but Jonalot is actually my favorite ship!!! It was my first ship in this fandom, and it will always have a special place in my heart. So I decided to gather all my fav Jonalot moments!!!!!!!!!!

WARNING: LONG POST

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

1. When Jonah and Alice made meals together for Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 10.

2. When Jonah was super harsh with Lancelot’s potential dance partners. Lancelot’s route, parts 11 and 12.

3. When Lancelot and Alice talk about how mad Jonah will be if he sees Lancelot sitting in the Queen’s seat. Lancelot’s route, part 13.

4. When Jonah wasn’t even jealous of Lancelot and Alice because he just wants them to be happy. Lancelot’s route, part 14.

5. When Lancelot entrusts Jonah with the duty of taking Alice back to the Land of Reason in his route. Lancelot’s route, part 21).

6. When Jonah lets Alice go to Lancelot even though he wanted to, because he knew that Alice could help Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 24.

7. When Lancelot pulls Jonah into his arms and tells him not to let go when he teleports them back to headquarters. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

8. When Jonah supports Lancelot when he is weak from magic use and Lancelot grabs Jonah’s hand. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

9. When Jonah talks about how he wants to become the best right-hand man for Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

10. When Jonah said that even Lancelot would never hit him. Jonah’s route, part 10, premium story.

11. When Jonah was so pained about the letter Lancelot sent to the Magic Tower, but still checked with Lancelot first. Jonah’s route, part 17.

12. When Lancelot blamed Alice for faking the aforementioned letter to spare Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 17.

13. When Lancelot decided to entrust his fate to Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 18.

14. When Lancelot saved Jonah from his bullies and gave him the strength to fight for those he cared about. Jonah’s route, part 20.

15. When Lancelot inspired Jonah to become stronger instead of just protecting him. Jonah’s route, part 20.

16. When Jonah decided that the Lancelot he knew wouldn’t dirty his hands for his ambition. Jonah’s route, part 21.

17. When Jonah got into a swordfight with Lancelot that he knew he’d lose, but still wanted to see Lancelot’s heart. Jonah’s route, part 22.

18. When Jonah told Lancelot that he’s Lancelot’s right-hand through and through. Jonah’s route, part 22.

19. When Lancelot smiled softly and told Jonah that he’s gotten stronger. Jonah’s route, part 22.

20. When Jonah caught Lancelot before his head could hit the ground. Jonah’s route, part 22.

21. When Lancelot said that he wasn’t worried that Alice would get caught because she’s with Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 22. 

22. When Jonah almost cried after hearing that. Jonah’s route, part 22.

23. When Jonah got angry at Lancelot for being so reckless with his life. Jonah’s route, part 22.

24. When Lancelot “punished” Jonah by giving him a week off. Jonah’s route, Dramatic End.

25. When Jonah suspected that Edgar was bringing Lancelot jelly beans because those are artificial and unhealthy. Edgar’s route, part 11.

26. When Lancelot asked Jonah not to be mad and Jonah immediately deflated. Edgar’s route, part 11.

27. When Jonah made a special breakfast menu for Lancelot because he noticed Lancelot hasn’t been eating. Kyle’s route, part 6.

28. When Jonah was upset after Lancelot still didn’t eat that he didn’t even touch the strawberry mille-feuille in front of him. Kyle’s route, part 7.

29. When Jonah was so glad that he picked out just the right picture to show Lancelot’s dignity. Sirius’s route, part 5.

30. When Jonah got super mad at Sirius for trying to talk to Lancelot. Sirius’s route, part 11.

31. When Jonah wanted to help Lancelot against Harr, but Lancelot shouted at him to stay back because it’s dangerous. Sirius’s route, part 12.

32. When Jonah pushed Sirius away told him not to touch Lancelot because Lancelot is “[his] King.” Sirius’s route, part 12.

33. When Lancelot said that he hoped Jonah and Luka could reconcile, because he saw that Jonah was happy. Sirius’s route, Romantic End.

34. When Jonah got mad at Alice for disrespecting Lancelot. Luka’s route, part 19.

35. When Jonah was so happy that Lancelot asked him and Edgar for suggestions on his speech. Lancelot’s route, Eternal Affection.

36. When Jonah challenged Sirius to a duel for Lancelot. Queen’s route, Clash in Cradle.

37. When Jonah was worried that Lancelot got lost because Lancelot went to the Central Quarter alone. Lancelot’s story, Cradle’s 10 Big News.

38. When Jonah lost his memory and was suspicious that Alice was his lover, but immediately believed it after Lancelot talked to him. Jonah’s route, Hold Me Tight.

39. When Jonah brought Lancelot pastries that were really popular from the Central Quarter. Lancelot’s route, 50 First Kisses.

40. When Jonah told Lancelot that he’d support him no matter what Lancelot decides. Lancelot’s route, Kiss the Bride.

41. When Lancelot asked for Jonah’s help with Alice’s wedding. Lancelot’s route, Kiss the Bride.

42. When Jonah said that there were no chocolates worthy of Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

43. When Jonah made chocolates for Lancelot and asked Alice to taste test it, blushing in the meantime. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

44. When Lancelot accepted Jonah’s chocolates. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

45. When Alice realized that the people who gave Lancelot chocolates truly love him. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

46. When Jonah mistook Alice for an assassin and immediately moved in front of Lancelot. Lancelot and Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic.

47. When Jonah’s loyalty for Lancelot didn’t change at all, even in the past. Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic. 

48. When Jonah talked on and on about Lancelot’s best qualities. Lancelot’s 1st Mini Talk, Ever After release campaign. 

49. When Jonah was so upset that Lancelot’s birthday party had to be cancelled. Lancelot’s 3rd birthday event.

50. When Jonah couldn’t wait to give Lancelot his birthday present. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

51. When Jonah found out that Lancelot was still working during his birthday and ordered Alice to stop him. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

52. When Alice realized that Jonah felt the same way about Lancelot that she did.  Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

53. When Jonah didn’t want Lancelot to know his presence because he wanted Lancelot to have a relaxing date. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

54. When Lancelot realized that Jonah didn’t want him to know that he was there and Lancelot’s gaze wavered. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

55. When Jonah’s eyes filled with tears after Lancelot thanked them for helping celebrate his birthday. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

56. When Jonah grudgingly looked after children after Lancelot asked him to. Jonah’s route, Eternal Affection.

57. When Jonah said that he admired Lancelot, which was why he wanted to become someone like Lancelot. Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic.

58. When Lancelot said that he will have to compliment Jonah after Jonah did a commentary on horse races. Ray’s route, Eternal Affection.

59. When Lancelot told Jonah that he felt lonely while Jonah and Alice were on honeymoon. Jonah’s route, Dear My Wife.

60. When Jonah said that he belongs by Lancelot’s side. Lancelot and Jonah’s paired gacha line.

61. When Jonah was revealed to have a key to Lancelot’s room. Cybird’s Lancelot birthday post.

62. When Lancelot asked Alice to take good care of Jonah. Jonah’s route, Say I Do.

63. When Jonah looked so happy when Lancelot told him he’s gotten stronger. Jonah’s route, Never Let You Go.

64. When Lancelot insisted on giving Jonah two days off after Jonah got injured, and asked Alice to babysit. Jonah’s story, Angels and Devils.

65. When Alice wore a lion headband at Jonah’s suggestion and Lancelot said that Jonah knows him too well. Lancelot’s Cradle Awards story.

66. When Jonah offered to wash Lancelot’s back and Lancelot told him to relax in the tub. Only the Best Bubbles for the King card lines.

67. When Jonah got bubbles in his eye and Lancelot helped him. Only the Best Bubbles for the King card lines.

68. When Lancelot and Jonah went together to fight Harr. Lancelot x Jonah Paired Suit Gacha VI card lines.

69. When Jonah blushed and said that Lancelot would be the only person suited to becoming a prince. Jonah’s route, Once Upon a Time.

70. When Lancelot told Jonah not to overexert himself. Jonah’s epilogue, Eternal Affection.

71. When Lancelot told Jonah that someday, he will find someone that will accept all of him. Jonah’s epilogue, Eternal Affection.

72. When Jonah told Alice that she will never be taken by Levie, because he knows that Lancelot would never let that happen. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 2.

73. When Jonah and Alice continued to cook for Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 5.

74. When Jonah realized that Lancelot has been in a bad mood ever since leaving the Land of Glass because that’s how well he knows Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 5.

75. When Jonah joined in on the group of soldiers discussing how great Lancelot is. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 8.

76. When Jonah found it unbelievable that Alice carried a fish all the way to headquarters, but when Alice said that Lancelot was the one who caught it, Jonah immediately told her that she should be more careful with it. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 12.

77. When Lancelot got trapped in the Land of Glass, and Jonah took one look at Alice and immediately knew that Lancelot sacrificed himself. Lancelot’s ever after route, part

78. When Lancelot stood before and mirror and Jonah showed up instead of Alice, and Jonah ended up talking for a long time about how much he had missed Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 25.

79. When Jonah told Levie that he should speak to Lancelot respectfully or else he’d teach Levie some manners. Lancelot’s ever after route, Dramatic End.

80. When Levie told Jonah that he would like to see Jonah try, but Lancelot called out Levie’s name and Levie immediately silenced. Lancelot’s ever after route, Dramatic End.

There’s definitely A LOT more moments that I’m leaving out, so you guys are totally free to add to this list!!!

[orange-waterfalls]

Do any of your Googles like hugs? 👀 Hug/cuddle headcanons? 🤲🏻

GOOGLEPLIER (x4) HUG/CUDDLE HC’S!

They’re desperately touch-starved, the lot of them 

word count: 950

Loves hugs the most: Oliver

He loves hugs so much

It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

He prefers hugs to cuddles because he doesn’t have to stay in one place

He does like a good cuddle if it’s for a movie or w/e

He’s just not too patient

Hugs though? Godly

The warm, gentle touch of another being

Does the grabby hands, as one does when they want cuddles

Squeezing so tight it feels like he’ll never let go

Sways from side to side a little and will continue to hug you while you try to leave, please don’t leave.

He hugs Lee a lot when he’s allowed to.

Lee likes hugs as well, and they just kinda stand there until Google has to pry them apart

Also tries to hug Google and is promptly and forcibly shut down

Will just like. Talk while hugging.

You thought this was gonna be quiet bonding time? hell no

Not even like “sweet nothings” or some shit, no

Hour long rants. Sit tight.

“see honey bees are social bugs so that means they have a hierarchy similar to ants and termites now at the top of the hierarchy is obviously the queen, and the q-”

He just likes being as close as possible to anyone else at any given moment

Loves cuddles the most: Lee

Lee? Loving cuddles? You’re kidding.

Nope. Fucking loves cuddling

Spoiler alert: he likes being the little spoon. It makes him feel safe.

He curls up into a fetal position and just holds onto your arm

If you’re facing each other, he will stare into your eyes for literal hours

Tell him beforehand if you don’t like that.

He likes memorizing every feature of the other person’s face

Does get a bit gothy and ominous after a while

“Your eyes are a void that I cannot look away from. I am trapped, hypnotized, until you release me from my confines. I would die here if I could” “what the fuck does that mean” “your eyes are pwetty”

Is still a little shit, however, and will make fun of you if you ask to cuddle

Threaten to withhold cuddles and he might cry don’t do it

Has cuddled Oliver once or twice

His brother simply cannot, however, so he has settled for cuddling a pillow

He has cuddled Elliott once AND ONLY ONCE and has sworn never to speak of it again. he immediately told Oliver.

Will talk about little things he noticed throughout the day

His voice is very soft and calming

Will absolutely fall asleep if you let him

Also likes cuddling when he’s playing a game. It’s grounding

He just likes the closeness and prolonged intimacy of cuddling

Hates hugs the most: Google

He feels trapped and confined

And he’s been in a BOX before, don’t get him started

Claustrophobia? Him? Never. *sarcasm*

But he really doesn’t enjoy a lot of physical touch

It’s weird and warm and it feels like he’s on fire get aWAY-

He will award. One(1) handhold. Per week.

If you ever do get him to give you a hug, appreciate that shit.

It Will Not happen again any time soon

He’s shaking and overheating and shit I think his graphics card caught fire

Never speak of this to anybody

But also he might ask to do it again

He actually really likes handholding although it makes him feel wEiRd 

Has held hands with Oliver while they charged because he wanted to

Elliott and Lee made fun of him so he doesn’t do it anymore

(still does it if Oliver asks)

His highest form of affection is probably just talking? 

He doesn’t do it a lot since he is a firm believer that he is going to answer questions and destroy mankind and that is IT

but if he starts talking about a weird bug he saw?

broski u hit the JACKPOT my mans is in love with you

well not,,,, IN LOVE necessarily. not even necessarily love

he. greatly appreciates. your presence. that’s all you get

Hates cuddles the most: Elliott

here’s the thing though dhgfyueg

he SAYS he hates cuddles?

but he’s just an emo and refuses to acknowledge his feelings

a thing? that isn’t games? brings him joy? fucking gross get it away.

has once or twice cried into a pillow

by which I mean once a week hwsgfre

it’s just Too Much, honestly

it’s just physical touch fucking EVERYWHERE it’s UNCOMFY

It makes him feel bad and tingly and he doesn’t like it

he sees two characters hold hands in a game and starts blushing

scANDELOUs oh my goodness oh no oh gosh

what’s his poison in terms of affection? kith

or like anything having to do with his hair/face

give him a good kiss on the forehead and he will collapse

Lee once kissed him on top of his head as a joke and he started sobbing

“nOthing i’m fIne”

he also likes being petted. a LOT

He once let Lee brush his hair. He started crying, yes. But Lee just kept going and pet his hair a little bit afterward to make him feel better

This is the same Lee that once called him a stupid little bitch boy when he died one too many times in Fallout 3

He likes his face being touched? For some reason?

Like just in little ways. a boop on the nose, a faux-slap on the cheek, etc.

He feels kinda stupid for it

If someone were to, say, hold his face in their hands he might propose on the goddamn SPOT

Let him lay in your lap and play with his hAIR, GODDAMMIT

he likes feeling cared for

[sadclearance]

the cowboy and the vampire

pairing: benny watts x male! vampire! reader

summary: halo by cage the elephant

category: smut(?), songfic

warning(s): sexual content, non-explicit oral sex, knifeplay, nudity

word count: 1311

key:

italicized - song lyrics

"hey there, cowboy," a stranger sends a wink his way as he sits down next to him.

every time i get away

benny was looking for a quiet night at a bar in the country he's to play in, but he doesn't complain.

you find a way to reel me back in

the stranger's alluring, and benny's always up for interesting things.

"benny, actually," he introduces.

"okay, cowboy benny. wanna get outta here?"

"you just sat down," benny raises a brow but downs the rest of his drink anyway, letting the stranger drag him by his hand.

"this your first rodeo?"

"i don't know if you've realized, but cowboy jokes are a real turn off," benny says against his lips as he pushes him until his back hits the door.

"wait--" he pushes him away before he can dive back into the kiss.

"what?" benny backs off. "do you wanna stop?"

"yeah," he nods. "look, benny. you're really hot, but..."

tell me that you love me

benny focuses all of his attention to him and listens very intently.

"i can't do this with you if cowboy jokes are a turn off."

"what?" all concern falls off his face, and he's left in shock. "are you serious?"

hold me tight so we can always be friends

"a hundred percent," he nods in confirmation, patting benny's shoulder. "i think we're better off as friends."

"friends?"

"yeah," he smiles. "see you around, cowboy benny."

he can only stand in shock as the boy leaves the room.

i swear

a boy weaves through the crowded street, hands slipping in pockets, mouth charmingly distracting the unaware victims.

i said it before and i'll say it again

he worms out of the crowd and looks through his finds.

every time i get away

he's smiling at his own capability when a hand pulls him back into a dark alley.

you find a way to pull me back in

"so this is what the great y/n l/n's been up to for the past month," benny smirks when y/n steadies himself enough to look up at him.

why does it take so long

"been longer than that, actually," y/n feigns a brave smile. "how'd you know?"

"an eye for an eye," benny tosses him the wallet that he thought he had lost long ago.

"you--"

"i could tell from the second you took my shirt off," benny says.

"then why didn't you stop me?"

"i wouldn't have had a chance to get that then," benny gestures at his wallet.

"even looking at my i.d.--you're quite the snooper."

"even without it, i would've heard about you eventually. you've made quite the name for yourself."

"you too, chess prodigy benny watts. even made it to the cover of a magazine."

"didn't take you for the chess type."

"i'm not. you're just hot enough to buy a ten cent magazine for."

"not hot enough to finish sleeping with, apparently."

why does it feel so wrong

"the elite cowboy wants to sleep with little old me?" y/n gestures to himself dramatically.

why does it take so long

"took a whole month to find you. would be nice to get an award."

you knew i

"well i can't let the 'youngest genius of the year' go unsatisfied, can i?"

couldn't help myself

y/n gets on his knees.

"here?" benny asks, astounded by the boldness.

i had to lay low

"fuck." benny's head meets the hard brick wall when y/n touches him.

got so high

his fingers pull and harshly tug on h/c strands when he finishes.

couldn't help myself

"we're so far from done," y/n whispers in his ear when he gets back up on his feet. "gotta finish what we couldn't get to last time."

took me by the hand and said remember all the good times we had

the room's dingier than the one before, but benny can hardly notice when cold hands are running up his shirt.

this time, he's the one pushed against the door. he struggles to stabilize himself under the pressure of a palming hand, but when he does, he feels something thin and cold against his neck.

i remember how you took my favorite knife and slipped it under my skin

"did you feel that while i was taking off your shirt this time too?" y/n smiles, adding pressure to both the knife pressing against benny's neck and the hand on his bulge.

"fuck, you got better," benny admits with a laugh.

"i was wondering why you were carrying a knife since the first time we met. cowboys usually carry a gun on their belt, not a knife."

"again with the cowboys?" benny rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless.

i swear

the smile's replaced by a sinful bite of soft pink lips when y/n daringly drags the knife down his neck, pressing too light to leave any sort of mark but hard enough to make benny hypersensitive to every little touch.

i said it before and i'll say it again

"i told you, benny. we can't do this if you reject my western jokes."

benny doesn't say anything as y/n creates a thin red line on his collarbone.

it stings, and the feeling isn't very pleasant, but the hot tongue that laps at the pooling blood makes him lean into the touch, so he lets y/n drag his knife down the rest of his chest.

he stares nervously as the knife gets closer to his belt.

with one hand, y/n manages to undo benny's belt buckle once more. he lets the jeans pool at his feet as he teases at the idea of dragging the knife down benny's hard cock but instead manhandles him until he falls onto the bed in the middle of the room.

every time i get away

benny immediately flinches when y/n sits on his knees and moves the knife dangerously close to his somehow still erect dick.

you find a way back under my skin

y/n moves around the wetness at benny's tip with the side of the knife. it's cold but safe, but benny's still wary of how y/n can flip it any second.

when he lifts the knife slightly away and turns it slowly, benny wants to escape, but his body just freezes and watches intently, anticipating the next move as if this were a high stakes chess game. actually, no. benny decides that this is way more high stakes than any chess game could ever be.

the knife slides down until it's settled right next to his balls, resting at the place where his legs and crotch meet.

he inhales sharply at the prickly feeling of it cutting into his skin right next to such a sensitive spot.

y/n somewhat noses at his balls as his mouth moves to the spot, sucking harshly.

benny wants to buck his hips to get closer, but he stops himself when he sees that the knife is still held dangerously close to him.

he relaxes when y/n finally puts the knife down on the sheets, but his relief leaves almost instantly when he feels two sharp teeth break the skin of his thigh, fortunately further away from his cock than the knife wound, but still alarmingly close. once deep enough, they're followed with dull teeth in between and a bottom row.

it hurts a lot more than the grazes of his knife, but it feels genuinely pleasurable. whether that be because there's  an added warm wetness of y/n's tongue or not, he isn't too sure, but he doesn't really care either.

y/n's eyes meet his, staring into them as he purposefully puts on a show of him draining him for all he was worth.

"thanks for the meal," y/n removes himself and raises his head just a little. enough to show benny the unbelievably attractive sight of y/n licking his sharp bloodstained teeth.

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a/n;

i heard "favorite knife and slipped it under my skin" and immediately went--benny watts! perfect, since i've been wanting to write a fic about benny's knife ever since i watched queen's gambit anyway. even wrote a small 58 word thing i never finished, so it was perfect

then i gave up on following the song immediately after that passed lol

self indulgent 3:43am fic B)

[niksixx]

Patience

~The final part!! Thank you for reading and supporting this mini series. I hope you enjoy part 5.~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader 

A/N: Reblog so others can see! 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner!*

Tag list: @littlemisscare-all @curly-hudson @julessworldd @madamsixx @headlight-queen @metalheartofgold @ginny-baker-sixx @mickmarstookmyheart @gunsngunners @bex-tothe-rescue

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It’s raining again, and the weather outside matches your mood. Dark gray clouds cover the sky, and lightning strikes every so often. It’s one of the colder days in California, and you tug the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your wrists.

Vince hasn’t spoken to you in two days, and you haven’t heard from Axl since your boyfriend threatened him out of your house. You spent that day scrubbing the icing from the kitchen, tears sliding down your cheeks as Vince screamed at you the whole time. He left that night to visit a bar with Nikki, leaving you to cry softly in your bed. He didn’t return until the next morning.  

Two days later, your lips still tingle from the kiss you and Axl shared. It was the first time in weeks you’d felt something. Something good. Something wholesome. The tenderness in the kiss kept you wanting more, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

In your heart, there’s conflicting feelings. And no one is there for guidance. Whatever Axl feels for you is strong. It could be love, and you’re not sure if you feel the same thing.

Of course, all three of the Mötley boys would listen to you ramble about your troubles, but none of them were experts in the dating scene. None of them had been in love before, with the exception of Tommy, but he fell in love with every woman he laid eyes on.

There’s an ache in your heart as you sit by the television, thinking back on the past three years you spent with Vince. Times that you hid in the shadows away from paparazzi. Times where you watched music award ceremonies on television, a pain in your heart knowing that you’d never be on Vince’s arm congratulating him. What kind of a relationship was that?

Even in the privacy of your own home, Vince struggled to love you and care for you. He wasn’t affectionate by nature. He’d greet you with small little pecks on your cheeks or lips, and his sex drive was usually through the roof, but being intimate with Vince felt anything other than intimate. It felt like a chore, and you were bored within ten minutes. With Vince, there was no cuddling or showering after sex, no confessions of love. It was hard to be open and honest with him about your wants and needs, because half of the time he seemed uninterested, or played you off as needy, clingy. It hurt, especially because you’d do anything for him. Mick had always said you deserved better. And Axl had said it too. When were you going to believe it?

There’s faint footsteps behind you as your eyes are glued to the TV, catching the last bit of a Skid Row music video. They were good, sure, but nothing compared to Motley Crue or even Guns N’ Roses.

There’s a change of scenery on the TV that makes you blink twice. It’s a live video, currently happening right at that moment, as Axl and his bandmates settle themselves into stools in an empty studio.

“Get them off my screen,” Vince calls from behind you. He sits at the dining room table, beer bottle suffocating in his grasp.

You don’t even pay him much mind. “You can leave if you don’t like it. I’m keeping it on.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t fight back, but you hear him mumble a few curse words under his breath. The last words out of his mouth sound like a defeated “I give the fuck up with you.”

On screen, Axl is handed a microphone as more are distributed to the rest of the band. Tilting your head slightly, you drink in his appearance, obsessed with the way he presents himself. He’s more casual today, with both a bandana and a hat on his head, a short sleeve white shirt that shows off his unique tattoos, and tight leather pants that shouldn’t look as good on him as they do.

“This was a spur of the moment type of thing,” he says shyly, rubbing a palm on his thigh. Nervous habit.  “We wrote this song in about two hours a few nights ago and the reason I was eager to play it today...is because I wrote it for a woman who I’ve been shamelessly in love with since I was sixteen years old.”

Something in the air shifts. Slack mouthed, you sit up straight as you turn up the volume. The sound of a chair scratching against the floor has goosebumps littering your skin, and before you know it Vince is standing beside you, gritting his teeth. He takes a long swig of the alcohol, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, before setting his jaw, folding his tanned arms across the front of his black muscle tee.

“So Y/N, if by some miracle you’re watching this right now, I want you to know that you were the only person on my mind as we wrote this song. It is solely, purely, for you.”

“Along with all the other love songs he’s written,” Izzy deadpans.

Vince’s eyes burn into the side of your head, but all your attention is directed toward the television as Axl begins to hum a soft tune.

~~~

It’s almost as if you forget how to breathe. It’s an easy process, in and out, in and out, but you struggle with something so simple as the song ends.

Vince hasn’t moved. His face is still visibly flushed, knuckles the palest shade of white as his hand still grips his beer, but he stands completely frozen, eyes boring into the television screen.

You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, pushing your feet deeper into the back of the couch underneath you, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your fuming boyfriend’s elbow. He pulls away, uninterested, and he sips the remaining liquid in the bottle.

“Vinnie…”

“The dude just doesn’t listen,” The laugh that falls from his lips is anything but humorous. It’s empty and dark. There’s an edge to his low voice, and while it’s not angry, it’s...cool. Even. It frightens you. “How many times do I have to tell him to stay away from you? How many different fucking ways can he come up with to get your attention?”

“Vince I had no idea he was going to do something like this.”

But hell, if it wasn’t the most romantic thing a man has ever done for you. He’d broadcasted to the world his raw feelings and emotions, and there was something so sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable and knew what, or who, he wanted. And the song, so sweet and meaningful, confirmed your suspicions. Axl Rose, the little boy from the playground, the man who sang his heart out on live TV, was in love with you.

Vince shakes his head, clapping a closed fist into an open palm. “This is your fault, you know.”

You blink, standing from the couch, folding your arms over the oversized green sweater. “My fault?”

He takes a step forward, but this time you don’t back down. “You let him back in your life. For seven years you’ve been fine without him, but all of a sudden you meet him one day on the street and decide you apparently can’t live without him? Bullshit.”

“He was my best friend!”

“And I’m your boyfriend!” Vince shouts back. He takes another step forward, nose to nose, and with the strength you gather from your very core, you shove him out of your face.

“You’re nothing!”

The anger in your voice shocks you, startling Vince. He stumbles against the dining room chair, holding onto the arm to regain his balance.

The air between you sizzles with resentment as Vince licks his lips, chewing on the skin. You're both breathing heavily, neither one backing down. “What did you say to me?”

And everything you've been feeling for the last few years comes out in a wave. “I can’t be with you anymore, Vince. I can’t be with someone who is so controlling of my life. I can’t be with someone who would rather please his record label than his girlfriend. I have been waiting for you to wake up for three years now and realize that I deserve better than what you’re giving me.”

“What the fuck have I done that is so bad, huh?” Vince yells, throwing up his arms. “Tell me. Because I sure as shit don’t know.”

It’s hopeless.

He’s hopeless.

And there’s nothing else you can do besides give up.

~~~

You fight for two hours. Screaming, crying, followed by more screaming and crying. It’s exhausting. Somehow, after pointing out everything Vince has done to you, or what he hasn’t done, he convinces himself he’s never been the problem. And that’s when you realize he’s never going to change.

Your phone has buzzed four times in those two hours, but whoever it was would have to wait. There was too much going on, your head was spinning, skin sweating, heart beating wildly. You were on the brink of ending your relationship after wasting three years of your life trying to convince yourself the man, who was currently nestled in the couch nursing another beer, loved you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, your feet drag against the wooden floor as they carry you to your room. There’s a small duffel bag under the bed and you grab it, fishing out some clothes and stuffing it into the bag. Grabbing a few of your necessary toiletries, you shove them in the side pockets as Vince watches from the doorway.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not staying here. I’ll go stay at Lei’s or maybe my parents or hell maybe even Mick will let me stay over, but I’m not staying here.”

“We still have a lot to talk about.”

The closet door slams closed as your blood boils. “No, Vince. We have nothing to talk about. Not anymore.”

You zip up the duffel and heave it to the living room, slipping on a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors. You pace the house for your keys, Vince following, watching your every move.

“I love you.”

You stop abruptly, spinning around, sucking in shallow breaths of air. No way. No fucking way was he going to manipulate you into staying. Not with those three goddamn words you longed to hear after such a long time.

“You don’t even know what love is, Vince.”

“Kiss me and I’ll show you.”

You find the keys to your car on the kitchen counter, snagging them from the tile. “I’m not kissing you, Vince. Never again.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s nothing left!” Heaving the duffel onto your shoulder, you grab your phone and slide it into the side of the bag. “Fuck, at least with Axl I felt something!”

Vince freezes, veins popping out from his forehead. Fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, your mouth dries as you mentally scold yourself for the slip of the tongue.

“He...kissed you?” And for the first time in his life, Vince looks almost...upset. “And you kissed him back?”

Drumming your fingers on your jean clad thigh, you rub your palms against the fabric, wiping off the sweat. “Um…”

“Did you kiss him back?” Vince asks, emphasizing each word. “Yes or no?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it. So you don’t.

But no answer is always an answer.

In a flash, Vince is flying out the door, and you’re following just behind him. He throws open the door to his car, turning the key in the ignition, and fishes his phone from his jeans pockets, quickly dialing before holding it to his ear. “Sixx, what’s the address to Slash’s apartment? He still lives with the rest of ‘em, right?”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize what Vince is about to do. Throwing yourself at him, you try to pry the phone from his ear, but he stiffarms you, keeping you from the phone. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do, man. Just tell me the damn address, I know you know it. You did coke with the guy for fucks sake.”  

“Vince, please don’t do this.”

A wicked gleam shines in his eyes, and you hear Nikki recite the address on the other end of the line. Frantically, you run to your car, throwing open the door, only to see Vince take off down the street.

~~~

When you pull up to the apartment, Vince is quickly climbing the stairs, cracking each knuckle. Grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat, you stagger out of the car, locking it, before climbing the steps two at a time. “Vince, stop!”

He sprints down the hall, too fast for you as you heave the bag further up your shoulder. You watch as he knocks loud and hard on the door, and when it opens, he forces himself inside the apartment.

You hear Duff’s voice. “What the fuck--.” He peeks his head out, eyes widening when he sees you hobbling over. “Y/N? What is going on?”

By the time you reach the door, Vince has Axl pinned against the wall. From the kitchen, Izzy watches, horrified, as Steven and Slash pull on Vince’s shoulders.

“Stop!” Dropping the duffel by the door, you sprint across the room, pulling the two boys away. The last thing you need is someone getting hurt. “Vince, get off him!”

By some miracle, he lets go.

“You want to tell us what’s going on?” Steven directs to no one in particular, hands on his waist.

“How many times do I need to threaten you, Rose?” Vince asks, nostrils flaring as he glares at the startled redhead. “Because clearly, once wasn’t fucking enough.”

“Vin--.”

“She doesn’t fucking want you,” Vince continues. Axl fidgets under his gaze. “No song, no kiss, and yeah, I fucking know about that, too, will ever make her want you. You’re a pathetic excuse of a man. Your daddy didn’t want you, your step-daddy didn’t want you, and my girlfriend sure as fuck doesn’t want you.”

Your heart stills when Axl’s face falls. His father had always been a touchy subject. Though Axl hadn’t remembered much about his biological dad, there was still trauma hidden deep within as his brain tried to block it out. You were the first person Axl had told about the abuse, as he was a victim of both his biological father and step father.  You were there for him then, and just like you promised all those years ago, you’d be here for him now.

Vince backs away and you seize the advantage, positioning your body between them. Letting an open palm fall behind you, your heart bursts with love when another hand slides into yours.

Vince eyes your entwined hands, letting out a shaky laugh. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“We’re done, Vince. You have hurt me for the very last time, and I will not stand here and let you hurt Axl. I simply won’t. Axl is a good man with a good heart and he always has been. And I know he loves me. He’s proved it,” Glancing back over your shoulder, you offer Axl a smile. His eyes are full of love as he watches you, squeezing your hand encouragingly. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

There’s nothing Vince can say. He can’t fix it. He can’t change. He’s lost you to a better man, a man that knows what he wants, and how to love someone the way they need to be loved.

He looks around the room, fists balled by his sides. Frowns, narrowed eyes, and bared teeth are directed toward him.

From the kitchen, Izzy is the first one to open his mouth. “You have three seconds to get your ass out that door before I call the police.”

With burning eyes, Vince backs away to the door, keeping his gaze locked on your face. “You’re going to regret this.”

He’s met with a confident shake of your head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

At the door, Duff gives Vince a warning stare. The blonde bassist towers over the scrawny blonde singer, looking even more intimidating in his leather apparel. Vince gives him a look before crossing the threshold, and Duff doesn’t hesitate shutting the door in his face.

Tension leaves your shoulders, the boys in the room letting out loud sighs of relief. You turn, lips turning upward. “I heard the song.”

Axl’s face softens. Sliding his hands around the sides of your neck, he pulls you close, foreheads just barely touching. “I figured. And you should know I meant every word.”

You don’t care that there are four boys watching you.

You don’t care that your eyes are shining with unshed tears.

You don’t care that you just ended a three year relationship.

All you care about is the moment when you push forward and kiss the lips in front of you with a fervent need. Arms circle your waist, pulling you deep as lips kiss you deeper. You cling to Axl’s shirt, never wanting to be apart from him again. But you know in your heart he’ll never let you go.

The warmth of his body dissipates when you pull back for a breath, the tips of your fingers grazing over the angles of his jaw, his cheekbones, and slowly coming back to the outline of his lips. They purse together, gently kissing the soft pads of your skin.

“I don’t want to rush anything,” Axl murmurs, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the sincerity in his voice.

“Oh, bullshit,” Duff laughs, leaning against the door. “He’d marry you tomorrow if he could.”

“Lovesick fool,” Slash chuckles in agreement, arm resting on Izzy’s shoulder.

“They’re not entirely wrong,” Axl says with a wink. “But the name of the song is Patience for a reason. We have all the time in the world, sugar.”

“I mean, you waited over seven years already, what’s another seven?” Steven jokes heartily.

Hands sliding around Axl’s neck, you pull him toward you once more. He dips to kiss you, and you savor in the feeling. Yeah, you’ll definitely get used to this.

“According to Izzy, you have a few other songs you wrote for me,” you say with a wiggle of your brows. “What do you say you sing them for me?”

In those perfect gray eyes, there’s nothing but love. And you feel it in your heart that you’re beginning to love him, too.  Maybe you won’t have to be patient after all. Love is natural, and with Axl, you don’t have to force it.

He whisks you away to his room, serenading you as you lie comfortably in his arms. He knows the songs by heart, and each one is unquestionably unique with different tones and melodies.

Turning in his arms, he continues to sing as you gaze at his face. So calm. So peaceful. So breathtakingly beautiful. And you realize now that somewhere in your heart, you had always loved that little boy on the playground.

And you were in love with the man he became.  

[rpd-rookie]

The Kennedy Technique - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader.

The cute innocent smile. Was he really giving you the cute innocent smile? That was your technique, the Y/N Technique, the one you always used when he was too focused on his work and you would happen to be in need of some affection. The one that consisted in sitting next to him to gently bother him following three important steps. Step one, poking him until he notices you and finally gives you an annoyed yet not-surprised look. Step two, playing innocent by fluttering your eyelashes.  And finally step three, adding a bright cute smile to make him chuckle and finally give up what he’s doing to take you in his arms and give you a nice warm hug and a thousand kisses.  The cute innocent smile was your infallible technique. The one that always worked. Your biggest weapon against workaholic Leon S. Kennedy. The one you learned to master like no one else through all those months dating him. The one Leon could not turn against you however cute it made him look.

“Leon. What are you doing?” You said, pretending not to see through his little game, eyes still glued to your book. “Nothing, I’m just genuinely interested in what you’re doing, that’s all.” He shrugged. He couldn’t act innocent for shit. It was a good thing he was an amazing agent because he would have been a terrible spy.             “Really? My research on [topic] interest you?” You gave him a sidelong look, a little smirk on your lips. “Sure. I love … whatever you’re working on.” You laughed, trying to stay concentrated on your reading, though you had to admit you would gladly have a break right now.

You had been working on your thesis for weeks, perhaps even more, reading and writing all the things you could to be able to finish it before the deadline which was next week. The result of this intense study had unfortunately been you neglecting your handsome boyfriend, who, despite not being the clingy type, had been feeling rather lonesome and needy lately. Perhaps was it because he was in furlough and had nothing to keep himself busy.

“Beside you look sexy when you’re studying.” He kissed your naked shoulder. One simple warm kiss that made you instantly shiver and slightly squirm on the couch. You tried not to look at your boyfriend but you could feel his proud grin and his mischievous blue eyes staring at your right now. “Stop that.”           “Stop what?” And the Razzie Award for Worst Actor Ever goes to …         “Trying to distract me with your smile and your kisses just for the sake of cuddling. I practically invented that technique. It won’t work on me.”             “You think so?” His lips found your skin again, but this time they followed a trail up your neck, finding a soft spot that made your eyes close and your body tingle again. “I doubt it.” He whispered next to your ear. God, how much you wished to be insensitive right now. But the truth was that your book was that close to slip onto the floor right now. “But tell me, what can a man do to get the attention he craves?” Was he teasing you? “Nothing.” You tried to say as calmly as you could but your voice sounded so raspy right now. “ Alright, then you give me no choice, woman.” 

He suddenly pounced on you, lying you down on the couch with him on top of you, making you yelp a bit and drop your book. “Leon!” You grumbled but he couldn’t care less about your complain. In fact, he was to busy biting your neck and roaring in an absolute grotesque way as he was holding you tight against him “What is wrong with you? Stop it. This is getting ridiculous.” You were not very convincing, certainly because of your incessant giggles. But you couldn’t help it, his mouth was tickling you too much. You tried to squirm away from his embrace but Leon’s weight on top of you was too heavy for you to manage your escape. “Alright! Alright! You win. Stop crushing me.”               “Not until you give the cuddle I deserve after so many days neglecting me.” Overdramatic! “ You’re a drama queen!” You sighed and Leon straightened up a bit to look at you in the eyes. “I learned from the best.”

Silence was back into the room as both your laughs and awkward noises had faded away to let you both enjoy your sudden proximity. It’s true you had not been the most caring girlfriend lately and you had missed cheerful moments like this one.     You kissed Leon, lingering on his soft lips a little to make up for your neglect. “I’m sorry.” You confessed as you circled you arms around him. “I know my studies have been keeping me very busy recently.”     “ There’s no reason to be sorry, baby. I know what it is.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you grimaced in a way that Leon somehow found terribly adorable, judging by the beautiful smile he was giving you right now. “At least, now I know how it feels like to be the clingy one.” Goodness, could he be more adorable and supportive? “Alright, you can go back to work now.” He pressed his lips one last time against yours before letting go of you. But you decided to prevent him from leaving just yet.   “ You’re sure? Cause I could fit some cuddle time in my schedule for my needy boyfriend…” You winked and stretched out your arms to welcome Leon in them. “… however ridiculous his way to get cuddles can be.”           “ That’s the Kennedy technique, baby.”

[whumpinggrounds]

“Do You Trust Me?”

very very late entry to day 4 of @whumptober2021. new characters because maybe i should start 5 new WIPs right??? right

themes will be medieval whump, environmental whump, etc.

CW: uhhh some angst???

The stiff velvet of Prosper’s formal vest is making his arms itch, even through his tunic. The uniform is uncomfortable, a little too tight. It had been tailored over a year ago and Prosper has done a lot of training since then. The fabric groans a bit at the seams as Prosper shifts.

Beside him, Prosper’s mother squeezes his arm, and the young soldier can’t tell if she’s trying to reassure him, or herself. When he sneaks a glance at her, Prop sees she’s already fighting back tears. She’s taking the deep, slow, measured breaths she always takes when she’s trying not to break down. By now, it’s a sound that Prop knows well. A deep, slow ache starts in his chest.

Up in front of all the crowds of people, the king is droning on about honor and duty and justice. Prosper knows he should be paying attention, but he’s heard too many of these speeches already. Too well trained to defy in any meaningful way, Prop lets himself tune out, instead spending his time scanning the assembled crowd. Before the king’s low, sonorous voice has stopped, Prosper has idly dreamed up four different ways to defend the king from an attack on any side.

In the deepest, most secret part of his brain, Prosper has dreamed up twice as many ways of killing the man sitting next to the pontificating ruler.

When the speech finally comes to an end, Prosper comes to attention without giving any indication he’s been ignoring it. His mother jostles his arm, and when he sneaks a look at her, she’s aiming a strained smile his way. She lifts her eyebrows and Prosper knows the question she’s asking.

Ready?

The impulse to sulk is in him, the impulse to fold his arms and toss his head and stare her down, answer with the empire’s own truth. Do I have a choice?

But it’s his mother. It’s his mother, and she’s not any happier about this than Prosper is. He offers her a smile, and then when King Lorcan calls his name, Prosper stands.

The rigid parade posture comes to Prosper like second nature. His back is ramrod straight, shoulders rolled back, palms pressed flat against the sides of his thighs. In his head, his sister’s voice plays, Reverie calling him her little toy soldier.

It still hurts to think of Reverie. Prosper blinks the memory away and marches forward. Heavy pile maroon carpet crushes beneath his feet and Prosper can’t help thinking idly of how stupid this all is – the fanfare, the exposure, the inherent danger of carrying a dinky pretty little rapier, rather than his flail, or his staff, or his broadsword. Gods above and gods below, Prop doesn’t even have armor on, just stupid fancy fabrics that convey his new, unwanted status. As he marches through the ranks of bright-eyed nobles, it becomes easier to remember that none of that matters. There are no threats here. The only threats are the ones that the crown prince will ride out and create for him.

At the end of the carpet waits the king, standing on the dais beside his son and his wife. The crown prince and the queen, Prosper corrects himself silently. He’ll be too close, from now on, for the kind of casual disrespect he’s always allowed himself before. The king is standing with the queen on his left and the crown prince on his right. A perfect royal portrait. Prosper bites down hard on his scowl.

When he reaches the lowest step of the dais, Prosper drops automatically to one knee, bowing his dark head and stretching his right hand forward in mute supplication. Sword hand extended empty before the king, he waits for the majesty’s word.

“Knight Prosper has already distinguished himself, despite his youth.”

King Lorcan’s voice rolls through the room, authoritative, deep and booming. The perfect voice for a monarch.

“Without fear of death or injury, he has covered himself in glory.”

Prosper wonders if, in the back of the hall, the mention of death has set his mother to tears. He remains where he is, stock-still, posture perfect, frozen.

“As the foremost knight in the land, as the foremost knight in his generation-”

It takes all of Prosper’s energy not to snarl at that, not to gnash his teeth. As the foremost knight in the generation left alive. The king’s forgotten a crucial part of that equation, but he would, wouldn’t he?

“-it is time to award him the highest honor one such as he can receive.”

Taking a deep breath, Prosper steels himself, schools his face into studied, cold indifference.

“Rise, Knight Prosper, first son of the royal guard.”

Like clockwork, like a mechanical doll, like a little toy soldier animated by strings, Prosper rises from his knee, comes to stand before the king, eyes turned up to fix on his face. He keeps his gaze there, stubbornly, until the crown prince steps into his line of vision.

The other man stands on the step just above Prosper, so that the knight has to keep his head tilted up to look in the crown prince’s eyes. The prince’s eyes remain mild, his face set in a small, easy smile. Prosper burns to see it, burns with the desire to bury his dinky fucking rapier right in the stupid royal’s gut.

“Prosper.”

The crown prince’s voice is gentle, friendly, far too quite for the massive reception room. Not to mention – he’s supposed to say Knight Prosper, and he should know that. Gods above and below know that he’s done this enough times. With effort, Prosper nods, and keeps his face free of the longed-for scowl.

“Prosper, will you take my hand?”

The crown prince has his arm stretched out, his right hand crossed in front of him and reaching. Wordless, unflinching, entirely upright, Prop stretches out his right arm and clasps the prince’s forearm, high up, just below his elbow. When the prince returns the favor, Prosper grinds his teeth to hold in the waiting scream.

The king’s sonorous voice rings out, and relief makes Prosper’s grip loosen the tiniest bit. “Knight Prosper, first son of the royal guard, you are hereby called Knight Primary, first adventurer of the kingdom, pride of our army and guard of my son. Do you accept this duty as it is charged to you?”

“I accept.”

“Crown Prince Griffin, you are hereby given this knight, to guide and to use, to travel with you as your sword, your shield, your shadow and your second self. Do you accept this life as it is given to you?”

“I accept.”

When the king was speaking, Prosper could lift his gaze to him. Now, he has to return his eyes to the level brown gaze of the crown prince. He fights the downward tug of his lips as the crown prince clears his throat, and once again, speaks far too softly. “Will you fight for me, go along with me, guide me and guard me, as long as we live and breathe? Will you travel with me, adventure with me, and follow where I lead?”

Hand gripping tight to the crown prince’s forearm, Prosper opens his mouth and lets the words flow out. “My sword is yours, and the hand that holds it. My shield is yours, and the arm that bears it. My skill will be your weapon and my body will be your shield. Forever after you will be first to me, and as long as I live, I will follow where you lead.”

With what seems like genuine gratitude, the crown prince dips his chin. The look in his eyes makes Prosper hate him more. “I take you and I trust you, knight primary.”

“I am yours to take and trust.”

The words taste like ash in Prosper’s mouth, but it hardly matters. The king has already stepped around them, and with the completion of the vows, he taps the flat side of his own ceremonial blade against the two clasped arms. “Thus, they are sealed,” he declares, and all thought is lost in the sound of the cheering, uproaring crowd. It’s a good thing knights are supposed to be stoic, because Prosper can’t muster so much as a grin in the midst of all the cheering. He releases the crown prince’s hand and steps away, prepared to retreat to the ten paces allowed him.

Before he can do that, the crown prince grabs his hand. Prosper badly wants to shy from the contact, but instead he just freezes, eyes downcast, and waits. “Prosper. Hey.”

“Yes, Crown Prince?”

If Prop knows the prince as well as he thinks, then the man above him is rolling his eyes. “Please, Prosper. Will you call me Griffin?”

“If so ordered, your majesty.”

A barely restrained sigh, that Prosper can still somehow hear, over the sound of the babbling crowd. “Then consider it an order.” Prosper bites back a scowl and replies with a curt nod. He still won’t look at the crown prince – Griffin, if he’s to insist on being called that.

When Griffin speaks again, his voice is soft again, almost imploring, and the overpowering urge to hurt him surges up in Prosper once more. He wants the prince to shut up, grow up, stop being so soft-voiced and vulnerable in public all the time. Instead, he gets this.

“I know you’re probably scared. Or, or, or worried about this, or maybe upset. But it’ll be a good thing, Prosper, for both of us.” Prosper can hear the smile, the foolish blind faith in the crown prince’s voice. “I trust you.”

“Thank you, Majesty,” Prosper mumbles, disobeying two orders as he all but wrenches his hand from Griffin’s grasp. The crown prince tries to follow him, but Prosper melts into the crowd, hanging back at the exact right distance that won’t earn him any reprimand. Lost in the shuffle, he watches Griffin give up, shift back into being the crown prince – turning side to side and smiling, waving, shaking hands and kissing cheeks. All the while a hate burns in Prosper, a rage so deep and sick he thinks he feels his fingers shaking where they twitch by his rapier.

He’s too well-trained to do it. Prosper knows that, and apparently, Griffin does too. Griffin said he trusted Prosper, and well he should. What he didn’t ask, nor the king, nor the vows, was if Prosper trusted him, which Prosper is ready to answer with a loud, resounding, hall-filling no.

[illneverrecover]

breathe for you | jjk

➛pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ➛genre: Marriage!AU, domestic!AU, slice of life, fluff with a nice little smut undertone. ➛word count: 2006 ➛rating: 18+ (mature themes, mentions and descriptions of foreplay). ➛warnings: cursing, heavy petting, marking, dry humping/grinding, slight hair pulling, making out like horny teenagers, Jungkook being a goofy soft ass whole entire angel.  ➛summary: You’re always cold, but Jungkook comes up with the sweetest and most creative ways to warm you up. ➛notes: This entire thing was written for one of my beautiful besties, @quinnkoo​ . Happy Birthday,  Quinny baby! I’m sad we’re not celebrating this years at a BTS concert (or in a GCF!) like we did last year, but I hope this at least makes you smile. I’m so glad to have you in my life, to get to call you a friend, and to get to finally be close enough to squeeze you. Don’t tell anyone but I love you. Actually just don’t read this. ➛song:  Love U - Monsta X & Breathe for You - Monsta X

“It’s freezing in here.”

“No it’s not. You’re being dramatic again.”

Huffing, you slide the soles of your feet until they’re pressed against one of Jungkook’s sweatpant clad thighs. “I’m never dramatic literally ever. Feel my toes,” you wiggle them, giggling when he squeaks at the pinch. 

“Why do you always want me to touch your feet? Listen, baby, if you have a foot fetish, we can discuss some boundaries-”

“Jungkook!” you yell, laughing when he grabs your feet, tickling them briefly before slowly squeezing. His hands were so warm, which was a gentle reminder that your husband was practically a human furnace. 

Scooting closer to him, you fling your legs completely in his lap, sighing with relief when large palms slide up and down your legs, the friction warming your bones. You were always cold, no matter what the weather, but it was one of the many quirks that Jungkook loves about you - and loves teasing you for. Nuzzling into his side, you rest your eyes in the cozy peace of the moment before Jungkook shouts, plopping your legs to the couch to stand.

“I have an idea!”

You scoff. “Is your idea microwaving my socks again? Because they almost caught fire last time and it was awful-”

“No! This idea is way better,��� he grins, winking at you before darting away. 

Despite the exasperation on your face, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Finding the match to your soul was a feat that you hadn’t thought possible, and yet here he was, dressed like a teenager and armed with a toothy grin, ready to take on the world for you. It may seem silly to others, but every moment spent with him was more than you could ever ask for. He was so caring, so considerate. He always wanted to make you laugh, always going out of his way to make you smile. 

So many bad days that he had turned for the better by attempting to make your favorite food, or demanding a movie night with all your favorites. Days when you had left work exhausted and drained and so damn soul weary that you didn’t think you could leave your bed - and instead of trying to make you, he instead joined you, holding you tight and letting you tell him all your fears and concerns. Jungkook was the most attentive partner, and he made the most mundane things unforgettable - one of his many charms.

He returns with a pile of blankets in his arms, doe eyes dancing with mirth just above the visible line. 

“You know where you can’t be cold?” when you shake your head, he drops the blankets on your lap, throwing his arms in the air. “Inside the formidable and impenetrable Fort Nochu!” 

You roll your eyes, but your smile is already hurting your cheeks. It was a cheesy nickname, a silly word, and yet it was something so undeniably him.

“Impenetrable, huh?” Unfolding the top blanket, you drape it over the couch until it reaches the top of the nearby recliner until a makeshift ceiling is formed. “Is the fort itself impenetrable or does that go for the inhabitants as well?” 

His dulcet chuckle is music to your ears, long hair shifting to fall into his eyes as he looks up at you through thick lashes. The look was more lethal than he realizes, and your blood starts pounding, pooling low in your gut.

“Well, you’ll just have to come and find out, hmm?” He tries to wink, but both eyes close, and you feel your heart clenching. 

Did he have to be so damn cute? Honestly, the whiplash was maddening. 

It took less than 10 minutes to finish the construction, your ideas for the optimal blanket fort perfectly aligning and allowing you to work in tandem. The futon mattress from the spare room has been dragged as the makeshift floor, a mountain of pillows and blankets adorning the top until it was truly lush and luxurious. A small door had been left open to the elements so that the TV screen could be seen, though Jungkook assures that this is not a design flaw and does not change his previous statement regarding the fortitude of Fort Nochu. 

He gestures for you to crawl inside before following, remote forgotten shortly after he puts some Netflix show on for background noise. Instead you were content to lay facing each other, his long arms circling your waist and rubbing smooth patterns along the ridges of your spine. Your face is pressed to the firmness of his chest, his scent heady mixed with the gentle thumping of his heart, and you couldn’t help but to breathe him in, to wish you could pull him in deeper. 

He’s humming a song, one that you don’t recognize but it’s beautiful and soothing as one hand slides up your back to nestle into your hair. “So, how about it? Did it work? Are you warm yet?”

Honestly, your limbs and heart had been heated through long before climbing into the blanket fort, but he didn’t need to know that. Instead, you trace the silk line of his jaw, thumb tugging at the corner of his plush bottom lip until his darkened gaze focuses on you. 

“I’m pretty warm, but I think I could be warmer.”

He glares then, question evident on his brow but instead of answering further, you hitch a leg over his hip, pulling him closer until your faces were almost touching. Your nose sweeps against his gently, a ghost of sweetness, before trailing down to his pulse point, to the hollow of his throat. You press a lingering kiss there, wet and soft, before moving to leave another, making a small path until you reach the barrier of his hoodie. 

He shakes loose a breath as his hands tighten around you, tugging in an effort to bring you closer, but you ignore it to continue your leisurely ministrations on the column of his neck. His skin was sweet, as if the lingering scent of his soap had melded with his natural scent to create the most perfect flavor, one that you couldn’t get enough of. You grin against him when you hear him whine, swallowing thickly. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you murmur, teasing the lobe of his ear with your teeth. Sliding a hand through his long locks, you tangle your fingers near the root to give a gentle pull, awarding you a low moan from his throat. “Is there something you want, Jungkook?”

His voice is rough, gravelly with misuse, but you hear him clearly all the same. 

“You. All I ever want is you.”

Now it’s your turn to groan, swinging your body up onto his hips until you are straddling above him, hands resting against the tight planes of his chest. He looks beautiful pinned beneath you; lungs heaving, face flushed, tawny eyes shiny and lust blown. His long hair is fanned around his face, almost making him look angelic - if you didn’t know any better, that is.

Unable to resist any longer, you crash your lips to his, licking against the seam of his pout until he opens, always so pliant for your kisses. You kiss him until he’s breathless, until his mouth is love bitten and his taste is burned onto your tongue. You’d be content to kiss Jungkook all night, to just enjoy the feeling of his lips moving in sync with your own, but the growing hardness pressing against your inner thigh is begging for your attention.

Who are you to deny Jungkook attention?

Rolling your hips, you finally pull your mouth away, gasping for air as you keen against him. “So what were the rules regarding penetration inside of Fort Nochu again?”

A choked laugh fades into a moan of your name, palms digging into your waist, bruising.  “I concede. You’re the queen of this fort now, you make the rules.” 

Victory of your win flooded your veins, and you give him a cocky grin before suckling his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping the flesh gently before letting it drop. 

“Good.”

Your hands slide under his hoodie to feel the feverish skin of his torso, lean muscles shivering under the contact as he gasps, and you love how responsive he is; how sensitive he is to your touch, how worked up he gets for you - only for you. 

Nudging him to sit up, you rip the material over his head to toss aside, eyes greedily drinking in the revealed skin before you like it was the first time all over again. Latching your mouth to his collarbone, you start to suck evidence of your claim against his golden skin, hips rocking gently against his length in sync with his soft mewls.

Each glide against his clothed cock was delicious pressure against your aching core, and you knew you were wet enough that you wouldn’t even need anything more than to slide your panties to the side to have him sheathed fully inside of you. Dropping a hand down to your center, you move to sweep the offending material away when a sudden tug at your shirt has you yelping.

“Mama? Papa?”

The voice is tiny, dripping with sleep, and you will your pulse to slow its pace when you turn to see your son clamoring his way into the fort. 

Sighing, you drop your head to Jungkook’s chest, snickering alongside him when he presses a kiss to your temple, allowing you a moment of reprieve before slipping out of his lap.

“Hey little man, why are you still awake?” he questions, hands reaching for the boy who happily scrambles into his father’s embrace. 

Tiny fists rub at his eyes, hair sticking out into an excellent mad scientist impersonation. He looks just like his father, could almost be his twin, and as he got older and more of his personality started to show, it became evident that you had created some sort of Jungkook clone. 

Something that the world should perhaps be worried about, but it only made your heart swell.

“I had a bad dream, I got scared. And then you weren’t in your room.” He pouts, lip jutting out, causing Jungkook to crinkle his nose with an amused grin.

“I’m sorry, rabbit. We decided to build a blanket fort,” leaning forward, he cups his hand towards the child’s ear, whispering conspiratorially. “I named it Fort Nochu.”

At the name, your son's eyes widen, turning to look at his father. “Nochu? Like who comes and helps me sleep at night?”

Jungkook chuckles, catching your eye as you stifle back giggles of your own. It had been an old trick, a silly story to tell your little boy that ‘Nochu would come through’ to help him sleep, but it had worked like a charm and clearly left a lasting impression.

“Exactly like that!” 

Your heart tightens in a vice at the scene, and you muse if you could possibly love your husband - your little family - any more for probably the millionth time since you brought your son home. There’s a smile on your face as you make room between you, adoration smooth in your eyes when you pat the bed encouragingly. 

“Does that mean I can sleep here?” he slides into the opening, a yawn ripping from him as he cozies under the copious blankets.

“I bet if you sleep here, you won’t have any more bad dreams,” you coo, running a hand through your sons dark hair as he settles onto his side, eyes already closing. 

Jungkook slips in behind him, elbow propping him up so he can admire you both, the comfortable silence lulling in the space between. Reaching over the now sleeping boys form, his hand searches your own, fingers interlocking, giving you a quick squeeze.

“Are you warm now?”

His voice is low, dripping with adoration, and you know what he means; what he’s asking without ever saying the words. 

Your eyes close as you hum. 

“Definitely.”