#so I'm not reblogging directly and whining in the tags

[slavicafire]

astounded by the number of people this apparently resonates with - and not just as a funny exaggeration but as an actual worry?

[starsmuserainbow]

🌊(Aoi for Akari)

send 🌊 to push my muse into the water.

[[Thank you for sending some! <3]]

On their way home, Akari and Aoi had been bickering about... honestly, she forgot now. Just now, as their bickering had still been ongoing, Akari felt a push to her side, and with how unexpected it came, she immediately lost balance and fell sideways into the river next to them, with a big splash.

"Aoiiiii!" she whined as she popped back out of the water, now in her mermaid form and pouting at her fellow mermaid. "Was that really necessary? Now what?" Using her tail, she propelled herself out of the water high (and forward) enough to try to grab Aoi and pull her over into the water too. "At least come join me!"

[intoanotherworld23]

Hold Me Down

Summary: Joel has got you in his favorite place, cuffed to his bed

Warnings: explicit sexual content, overstimulation, edging, use of handcuff, bondage, fingering, minor oral, dirty talk, implied sex

A/N: reblog!! Comment!! I want to hear from y’all and what you think of this support your writers always!! If you wish to be added to my Pedro tag list it’s always open!!

Hall Of Hunks

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First thing to settle over you is the heat and ache between your legs. Silky sheets rubbed against your exposed body the cool air seeping between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. A whine escaping past your lips as you tugged on the handcuffs that restrained you. The cold metal felt harsh against your skin each time you turned or tugged your wrists.

"Oh no sweet girl I'm not done with you yet." Joel cooed as you leaned on his palms so he was right above you arms on either side of your head.

"Joel please I can't." Whimpering out of breath as a hand reached down between your legs to rub your overly sensitive and raw clit. Hips jolting up at the sensation a snicker leaving his lips as how soaked you still were.

"Your cunt is telling me otherwise." He teased and mocked you as he rubbed those same fingers up and down your folds gathering your juices. Bringing them to his mouth to inhale your scent before sticking them in his mouth.

Joel knew exactly what he was doing to you and what such a simple and supposedly simple act had quite an effect on you. He was always doing little things like that just to get a rise out of you. Loving to see you writhe and wiggle to help ease any pressure you felt between your legs.

"Fuck just look at you. So ready for my cock again." Kneeling down to where his face was just right above your cunt. Breathing so heavily his hot breath was blowing against your slickness it made you whimper. "But not yet."

Moistening his mouth before spitting his saliva directly on your cunt. The crude act caused your mouth to hang open as he dove right down licking a lazy stripe from entrance to your swollen clit.

“Taste just like honey so fucking sweet.” Complimenting as he smirked up at you panting heavily waiting his next move with absolute anticipation.

His thick fingers stroking your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his thumb flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he pushed two fingers inside you, a hand gripping your inner knee as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he curved the same fingers all the way up into your stomach. Rotating your hips around to feel more Joel quickly catching on to what you were doing.

“Oh my god.” Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand up to your chest as his palms gripped the flesh in his hands. Pinching your nipples until they were hard nubs. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

“Drench my fingers sweetheart, I wanna taste some more.” His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That’s exactly what he did too. Slurping up every last bit that he could get out of you swallowing up to the last drop.

“God you drive me crazy.” Grunting under his breath as he just stared at you with such admiration like he couldn’t believe you were all his.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Joel, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

“Fucked that cunt silly didn’t I?” He teased as you continued to lay there your thighs clenching together at his words making him snicker.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 15, Undermined - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Jade Carthage (she's a warning), delusions.

Word Count: 661

Previously On...: You confronted Sam to question him about Bucky's claim that he happens to get hard when he fights. Fortunately, it seems like he was telling you the truth... about that, at least.

A/N: Ah, tis my final day of Spring Break. Back to regular life tomorrow, and no further breaks until the end of the school year :( Well, we have Memorial Day and now Juneteenth, so that's something, but it's still gonna be a loooong 11 weeks :/ But I gladly welcome the better weather. Did anyone watch the eclipse? I'm in the path of totality, but I slept through it, I think lol. It was cloudy here, anyway, so I didn't even notice.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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True to his word (almost as though he were actually trying to make it a habit), Bucky kept his distance from Carthage. Several times, FRIDAY had alerted you that Bucky and Jade had crossed paths somewhere within the Tower, and you would review the footage with bated breath, always expecting to see the worst, as if they would strip off their clothes and start fucking in the common room. But you were relieved to see that he continued ignoring her, acting as though she truly did not exist, and it seemed to be driving her mad with vexation. 

She was so perturbed by it that she eventually came to you looking for a way to get to him.

“I need to talk to Jamie,” she said, interrupting you mid-conversation with one of the scientists in your lab. 

“Okay,” you said, dismissing the scientist. No reason multiple people should have to suffer through this. “Then talk to him. It’s a free country.”

“He isn’t speaking to me,” she pouted. “He’s acting like I don’t exist!”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you told her, trying to keep the smile from your face. “I’m not sure what you want me to do about it. Or that I’d actually want to do anything about it, even if I could, if I’m being completely honest.”

“I just don’t know what I did wrong!” she whined. You sneered at that. How could she be so completely lacking in self-awareness? Especially to come to you, of all people, after the things she’d texted to Bucky, after trying to destroy your relationship.

“Would you like the list alphabetically, or in chronological order?” you asked. 

She rolled her eyes at you. “You know, you should have just stayed away from him. Everything would have gone according to plan if he wasn’t so fucking obsessed with you.”

“According to plan?” you asked her, eyebrows shooting to the top of your forehead. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Jade seemed to stumble for words. “I– he– you knew I liked him when I first interviewed. And just to get back at me because I was maybe a little bit rude to you, you went and stole him for yourself!”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You wondered if you should ask Tony for a raise, because while you were paid extraordinarily well, you sure as shit weren’t paid enough to deal with this. “Listen, Carthage,” you began, “because I’m just going to tell you this once: My relationship with Bucky started long before either one of us ever even knew of your existence.” Technically not a lie, just a small fudge on the truth. Friendship was a type of relationship, after all. “And it’s going to keep going long after both of us have forgotten your name.”

“You don’t understand what you’re putting me through!” she cried, tears forming at the waterline of her eyes. 

You stared at her for a moment, unblinking. “What I’ve put you through?!” you asked her, clenching your fists to keep from punching her in that annoyingly pretty face– you knew that would lead to a fist fight you had no chance of winning. “You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since the moment you first walked into this Tower. Before you showed up, I was the happiest I’d ever been, but you had to come along and try to sink your claws into the man I love. You ruined my relationship; fuck, you ruined my life.”

You didn’t know what effect you expected your words to have on Jade, but you weren’t prepared for her insidious smile as you finished speaking. “Maybe you should be asking yourself, if Jamie loved you as much as you love him, why your relationship was so easy to ruin.”

With a flip of her hair over her shoulder, she was gone, leaving you alone, speechless and freshly betrayed all over again.

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[wonhosmistress]

Idk about y'all but Lee Know seems like someone who puts on the bad boy, “dom” façade until someone comes along to put him in in his place. He gives me bratty vibes, I feel like he'd refuse to completely give the power to someone else that is until they tame bratty!Minho.

Smut under the cut!

Word Count: 427 (basically a drabble)

A/N: Over the past two weeks I've had nothing but brain rot about Sub!Minho. So here is this, I hope y'all enjoy this originally took me five hours to write but Tumblr closed the app as I was writing this and lost some of the original content, and I kept going.

Warnings: Dom!reader, edging, brat!Minho, gender neutral, Degredation, Name-calling, Sub!Minho (mayhaps missed some?; idk let me know)

(Constructive criticism is appreciated as well as comments and reblogs since liking doesn’t really do much.)

I feel like he'd be secretly into degradation and gets off on being called, “cum slut” and his partner saying, “What would your fans think of you, Minho?” he'd be looking up at y/n with a scowl on his face all while feeling the tightening of his cock. Thinking about how his body could betray him like this, y/n would roughly dig their fingers into his pretty cheeks as they get on his level and mock him, “aww, is my pretty boy upset?”.

“Your face says one thing, but your mind and body say another. Am I not right?” He remained quiet. “Answer me when I'm talking to you.” Y/N hissed. He looked directly into Y/N's eyes, “No you're not.” he snapped back. Y/N stared in disbelief. “Oh, is that so?” she grabbed a fistful of Minho’s hair pulling his neck back as a low moan escape his lips. Y/N's hands made their way into his pants grabbing his swollen, sensitive cock. Y/n’s slid their thumb over Minho’s precum-covered head and pumped him slowly. Minho’s whines clearly showed how much he enjoyed being manhandled.

“What would your fans think about their favorite idol being a submissive, little cum-slut?” He was hoping Y/N wouldn't see right through him. Minho noticed Y/N get closer to him, “I bet, your fans would think you're a disgusting pervert, isn't that right?” she feigned a smile. A low moan slipped out of him in agreement as he gripped the sheets underneath him, fuck. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly with each pump and the pleasure was beginning to cloud his mind.

Y/N noticed how easily he was coming undone and was cherishing how fucked out he looked with his lips gaping open, Minho looked delicious and Y/N wanted to punish him for snapping back earlier. And so Y/N did, the slow pumps turned into rapid ones and a high-pitched cry escaped him. “Fuck, please...” he trailed off, “Use your words.” Y/N demanded. He hummed in pure bliss fighting between his cock and his smart mouth but he couldn't, his moans were becoming more pathetic and he felt weak as his core begged for release.

“I’m cum-” Minho’s release was cut short and sobbed as he no longer felt y/n’s hand on his throbbing cock. “No, don't do this. Please let me cum.” He begged desperately as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks. “That’ll teach you to talk back to me, whore.” Y/n said as they left him high and dry on the mattress looking completely disheveled and exposed.

Tags: @taehyungsgrowl

[sixpennydame]

"so if eruri is triggering for you, I’d suggest you start filtering certain tags so you can curate the kind of experience you want here."

I guess you think I don't really filter them out, but you're wrong. Believe me, no matter how much I ban everything related to this ship, it comes up in every way. For example eruri shipper Levixreader writers. Even in the Hcs/fanfic's they write, they are in every way squeezing their own ship under the guise of "this is not ship discourse" and they write the dynamics of that ship under the name of 'levixreader' in order to show that their ship is canon. And you naively Rb'd them and think that Levi's character is really like that. He's a perpetually angry man, he's a cruel selfish man who hates the weak and who hates the weak and who immediately abandons you because he's weak, who puts his feelings for erbin ahead of his duties 🥺 who puts humanity through hell for erbin. but someone who is a dog and a softy for him and someone who threw S/o out of the window for him. Yes he loves S/o but he would even sacrifice S/o for the landlord whose dog he is 😔 But again keep saying "great Levi fic post 😭".

And that's what I'm talking about when I say don't let them manipulate you, because even one of your recent articles is similar to their writing style. I wouldn't be surprised if you soon write Levi as an ass upturned, bed whining, super fanon twink whiny lowlife sub. One of your Rb's in particular is a super delulu shipper levixreader writer, and they so much portray Levi as Erwin's lapdog, order dog, loyal dog, someone who never questions whatever action he takes, never wavers in his loyalty, that Cosmic finally had to write them a misleading reply that Levi is not like that Lmaoo. And they are egotistical and self-righteous enough to say "I know better than you" when they see criticism that contradicts their fanon thinking. Man its 2024 and fucking ackerbond has been debunked years ago and even Isayama's dusty old interviews deny it. Yeah, no matter how much I filter eruri, I see exactly that in both Levi tags and Levixreader tags 🙃 and now whenever I want to read fic or browse Levi posts, I have to look at them with hesitation and fear. I don't understand if I should filter Levi directly?

I'm so tired that I would love for Isayama to drop a bombshell that will disprove both the selfshippers and shippers and all their rhetoric, all their Hc's, and leave us all in a big disappointment. For example to give him a really random female partner. Or I would like him to write a characterization where he really doesn't care about everyone and throws them into the fire, where he thinks about himself and his life instead of thinking about them, where he focuses on himself, where he is truly selfish. Then we wouldn't have to see discourses, dramas and fights like "Levi cared about X the most" "He did this and that for X" "Levi doesn't have a canon ship, but if he did it would be X"

*sighs heavily*

I don’t know what to tell you, Anon. If my reblogging and my moots bring you so much distress, you are free to block me.

I refuse to get involved with ship discourse - that’s not what I’m here for.

But I will say this: the writing I do is xreader, but I love to read and view Levi in many forms - canon and AU, eruri, LeviHan, and everything in between. I’ll be sure to make that clear on my ‘About Me’ page.

I love my moots’ writing and art, and will continue to reblog anything that I find beautiful or pleasing to me. Because that, dear Anon, is why I am here.

[ttngummybear]

I've been meaning to make a tag guide for this blog for a while now! I made one for my horror blog when I made it, so I feel one is overdue here. Under the cut.

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#Ocean yearning: Pretty much anything that has to do with the ocean in general. Also includes creatures who live there.

#River yearning: Like the above tag, but for freshwater environments and creatures. Includes not just the river, but lakes, ponds, etc.

#Heehoo sharks: Sharks, specifically. Posts with this will usually also have the ocean yearning tag.

#Woofs: Posts about wolves, my favorite animal. I will occasionally be very obnoxious about them.

#Werewoof what's a werewoof: Posts about werewolves, rather than regular wolves.

#Untitled bat dream: Posts about bats, and especially ones regarding the titular (untitular?) bat dream itself, and the story I'm writing based on it.

#Warm season horrors: Horror stuff based in spring and summer. It's an aesthetic and season I'm trying to build for myself.

#Mushroom shushroom: Stuff about or prominently depicting mushrooms.

#Bugs: Bugs :) 🐛🐌���🪱🦗🐝🐞🐜🦟🪲 (sorry I don't have a cutesy tag for this)

#Spoopy 🎃: Halloween stuff. This is used nearly year-round, I apologize.

#Fursuiting 🐺: Posts regarding fursuiting. (I use the regular furry tag for non-suiting furry stuff)

#🌲🌲🌲: Stuff to both mesmerize me and make me laugh while I'm high. This includes text and video posts.

#My art: Pretty standard. Art I've made in various mediums. I sew, sculpt, draw, and write. (Be careful going through this one! I may have trash I forgot about in this tag.)

#Poked mans: Pokèmon content. May change? Pronounced "poke-ed mans" in my brain.

#Yow wow: Posts about my build-a-bear werewolf, Yow. I like taking him and other plushies on adventures!

#Feast 🦃: Posts pertaining to american thanksgiving. This tag won't be used too too much, but I'm making it in case anyone really really doesn't want to see it.

#Jolly 🦌: Posts pertaining to christmas. This one WILL be used a lot.

(Not a tag, but a note: I change my profile pic during tagged seasons yearly! )

#Tech yearning: Me talking/whining about the various electronics I wish I had.

#Kiera Todd: The name of the main character of the story series I'm writing. I also use this name as an alias, because she's based directly on me.

#Healing: Stuff related to a specific magic ability in the universe of my writing. The character above is a Healer, meaning she has this ability. It is healing magic as the name implies, but the way the healing is done is very... Unconventional. I won't spell out exactly how here. That's what my sideblog is for. Also, when referring specifically to this ability and not the concept of healing in general, it's capitalized.

#aita: Sometimes I submit AITA posts to both the real blog and the blorbos one. I'll tag them with this when I reblog them.

#Scrappy puter: A tag specifically for the PC I'm building. Not named after scrappy doo, the name just kinda came to me.

#Bugsnax: I sometimes post about the game bugsnax. Simple as that. (Just kidding I habe recurring brainrot about it.)

#Warm season joys: The inverse of warm season horrors. These are good things about when it's warm outside. There is some overlap with the horrors.

#Polls: Sometimes I post polls, they'll go under this tag.

#Game ideas: I want to make a video game someday. This tag will be full of my ideas.

#Scary 🕷️: Scary stuff, or things that startled me. Will likely often be used in conjunction with my "Spoopy 🎃" tag.

[squidkid15]

Yeah that person can take a walk off a tall pier man. The part that gets me is that you have even DONE shadowpeach content! You weren't obligated to, but you HAVE. If someone is so pissy about not being able to reblog THIS ONE SPECIFIC STORY as romantic, then from me directly to them, go reblog one of the other pieces of art that IS meant as romantic instead of whining to the artist about it! Boundaries are a sacred thing mf learn to respect them!

Unfortunately I already blocked them so they won't see your message, but yeah. I know this person in particular was just trying to statt shit, they didn't have any other lmk stuff on their blog, much less shadowpeach.

But the idea still stands. I'm never mad if people tag core stuff as shadowpeach (especially I forget the note about not tagging it) and I don't track them down and tell them to change it, but I put the note because in this fandom wukong & Mac being close almost always means shadowpeach, and I just don't want core to be seen that way.

And, obviously, I don't have anything against it given that, like you said, I've drawn it!! I love the ship, think it's cute, it's just not for core lmao. Feel like that's not a hard ask.

[shima-draws]

LMAO someone called me out months ago for shipping Bak//deku even tho it’s abusive and I’m like. Did you not read ANY of my posts about them I’ve literally said countless times that I would never consider shipping them while the relationship was still abusive, I do not support abusive relationships, only after Bakugou develops as a person, apologizes to Deku, and treats him like an actual human being with respect would I consider shipping them in a healthy romantic relationship. Because believe it or not, people have the capacity to change and learn from their mistakes! WOW!!

And I don’t even ship them that much in the first place lmfao why did they target me when I barely even talk about them at all

[kurosaaki]

BLISSFUL TEARS — JEAN KIRSTEIN.

SUMMARY: jean feels so high from your pussy n can’t get enough of you he might cry.

TW (+16): SMUT— vaginal sex, creampie, praising (like. A LOT.), edging, pussywhipped!jean.

WC: 1.06K

TAGS: @play9boi​ @tvnyaiidas​ @jeanslove​ @novaresque​ @oblxvion

A/N: the way i wrote this on the bus…whew. reblogs and feedback is appreciated! enjoy <3 

It was a wonderful sight.

To see him on top of you, with his arms imprisoning you to keep you from escaping in that moment of weakness you were sharing. His hazel eyes would close from time to time, when he could no longer handle how good it felt to be inside you and to avoid you seeing his blissful tears forming in his eyes.

He could no longer stand not touching your body and feeling the goosebumps he was creating just by the touch of his rough hands, holding your hips tightly but gently, moving his hands up to your waist, planting kisses as his hands moved up your body until he reached your cheeks, where he rested his right hand on your skin, while his free hand acted as a support for him to continue thrusting into you.

"J-Jean..." you gasped, looking directly at his piercing eyes "I can't anymore, I'm gonna-"

He clicked his tongue, slowly denying, as he moved even closer to your face to leave small kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips already swollen from the amount of times he had kissed you in the night.

"Not yet, baby" he whispered against your lips, never stopping his movements “I want to make you feel good” he kissed you once again, so delicately you could melt under his touch if he did it again, “You’re making me feel so goddamn good, just gimme one more, ‘kay?”

It had already been minutes, at least a couple of hours, feeling him inside you, sharing the sweat provoked by his rough thrusts and the movement of his hips against yours, changing your position to feel you more by either grabbing your leg tenderly and putting it over his waist to deeply access your sweet spot, or by putting both of your legs on his shoulders, making you feel almost drowned by how deep inside he was.

Whatever the position was, the both of you had already cum countless times, as he did not only care about his pleasure: Jean has always been an excellent lover, and he cared more about your pleasure than his own.

He always wants to make you forget your name and remember only his every time you are together.

“Such a good girl” he thrusted deeper this time, making you squeal from the sudden change from gentle to not-so-gentle anymore, “such a tight, wet pussy–makin’ me cum so fucking much”.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him into your body, earning a faint moan from your boyfriend as he felt your trembling legs entwined around him, trapping him in your grip and driving him even crazier.

You clutched your hands to his broad, already scratched back, and dug your nails carefully into his skin as he could only concentrate on the gentle swaying of his hips, creating those wet sounds he loved thanks to the mix of your juices and his balls slapping your cunt frantically–he was getting close, but he was holding on just because he was intoxicated with your whole body.

Throat now sore, you couldn’t stop whining mercilessly, almost forgetting how to even pronounce his damn name. You looked so fragile, so tired, he almost felt sorry for it–if it wasn’t for the fact that it was from all the pleasure he was giving you after being away from each other for two weeks. Your clit throbbed at the sound of his faint moans against your ear as he hid his face in your neck, his breath now erratic, with his sloppy thrusts filling your clenching hole again and again.

You know he’s about to cum when he starts going quicker and deeper, grabbing the headboard to regain his impressive strength while you could only roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

“Fucking hell, goddamn, baby-” his voice cracks when he looks at your face, a sight he could never forget, “taking it like the good girl you are, clenching ‘round me to make me cum, huh?”

You can't help but grab his shoulders and pull him into your body, especially your face, once again, “Mhmm, ‘wanna make you cum so hard, Jean…”

A mischievous smile appears on his face, accompanied by his already flushed cheeks, his teary eyes staring hungrily at you and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Fuck, he’s so fucking handsome.” You thought.

“Yeah? Well, then…” he stopped for a moment, grazing his fingers to your now sensitive clit, circling it slowly as he started his movements again, just to tease you, “make me cum, princess”

Kissing him sweetly, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you did before and he began to bump his hips against yours, while his lips moved down to your neck to mark you right where everyone could see. Moaning softly, you caressed his muscular arms and tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

Jean left your neck to look directly at your eyes, grabbing your chin, “I wanna see your face while I cum, baby”.

It didn't take him long to turn his thrusts into more irregular and gentle ones, feeling how he was already reaching his climax in your arms while looking at your face. His eyes were narrowing, and that was a sign he was really close and was about to fall into your arms for the umpteenth time since you started.

You decided to move your hips too when his did, so you could both come at the same time, "Yes, fuck me back baby, that's it, make me cum", he whispered, "'Could spend the day inside you, my love".

He keeps going until he gives in to the pleasure your cunt is giving him, feeling his cock throbbing inside you as you clench around him unconciously, feeling your release getting close too, "Oh my God, baby" he cries, "I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum, fuck!"

And then you feel his release. With his eyes now closed and his mouth open, he falls on your chest and you laugh.

The one and only Jean Kirstein being so pussywhipped never fails to bring a smile to your face and boost your self-esteem.

Seeing such a strong, intimidating man fall on his knees and begging you to make him cum is always a pretty sight, isn’t it?

[thatsalrightprettymama]

At Least As Deep As The Pacific Ocean

A/N: Here's my second time fully writing a smut through! I hope you enjoy it! I also guess I should thank @smbonilla2002 (I hope you don't mind me tagging you in this.) for requesting the I Think I'm In Love song fic, because while writing that reader and Elvis, I fell in love writing them. (Which I promise one day I will go back and edit and fix the mistakes made in it lol.) This is probably the only directly linear piece, but I do believe I'm going to write more one shots about this couple. So in this smut it is the reader from that fic, and this takes place the morning after the end of that fic. Also the title comes from "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys, so I guess it's also technically could be another song fic considering how much I listened to it while writing it lol.

I also want to take a moment and thank you all for liking, rebloging, commenting, and reacting to my posts! It blows my mind every time I get a notification on one of my fics or imagines! You all are so amazing! As always criticism is welcomed, it's unedited and proofread lol. I really do hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, slight dirty talk? There's like maybe a line or two it's a really fluffy smut lol, age-gap, fluff.

Word Count: 2,539

The next morning you wake up to feel Elvis press himself against you and softly pepper your neck with soft kisses. You sigh contently as you lean back pressing your ass into his hips as you feel his hands move up your body. “Mhmm Morning baby.” You tell Elvis, your voice still slightly raspy from just waking up, as you feel his large hands softly exploring your body. “Mornin’ darlin’” Elvis softly rasps into your ear before he starts to trail his kisses down your shoulder. Tingles start to go through your body as you feel the soft feathery touches of his plump lips go across your skin and his warm hands find your hips. “A girl could get used to wake up calls like this.” You flirt at him before moaning as you feel him start to suck on the nape of your neck. You press your ass against his hardening dick as releases your skin, giving your neck a few soft kisses as he tells you, “Well I could get used to waking up to your body against mine little mama.”

Gripping you hips a bit more firmly, he slowly rolls his hips and grinds his dick against you as he continues his assault on your neck and shoulders. You rub your thighs together as light moans fall from your lips, and you feel yourself get wetter. Briefly whining as he stops to roll you under him. As he leaned on his forearms, Elvis leaned down and softly kissed you. Feeling his tongue swipe across your lip you opened your mouth as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, one hand playing with the hair on the back of his head. Breaking apart he looked down at you with burning blue eyes that also held a certain tenderness. “You wanna know what I thought when I woke up doll?” He softly asks as he begins to kiss your neck, this time trailing his kisses down your chest. “Mhmm that you wanted morning sex?” You jokingly ask as he kisses around your breasts, smiling when you hear him chuckle. You quickly lean you head back and moan as his wraps his lips around your nipple, lightly tugging on his hair as he sucks on the nerve bundle causing you to get wetter as the coilin you started to burn with need. Popping your nipple out of his mouth his smirks seeing your flushed cheeks as you bite on your bottom lip.

“Well that came after, but I woke up and saw you in my arms and realized last night wasn’t a dream. “He tells you as he kisses between your breasts before shooting you a sweet smile. “That my best girl loves me.” He tells you before paying attention to your other nipple. You arch your back pressing your chest into his face as he plays with the bundle of nerves, your juices wetting your thighs as he teases you. “Oh Elvis.” You tenderly moan before he pulls his mouth away. “I’m yours, all yours.” You say moving you hand to his cheek before leaning in to tenderly kiss him. Breaking apart he leans his forehead against yours and breathes out, “I love you Y/N.”. Your hand still on his cheek you meet his loving gaze and tell him, “I love you too.” He kisses you tenderly before he softly starts to kiss down your body again.

“Mhm please don’t tease me.” You plead with a light moan as he kisses down your stomach slowly. “Oh, little mama I’m not teasing you, I’m not cruel baby.” He tells you as he starts to kiss and mark your thighs, feeling his large hands hold them as you go to rub them together. “I’m just taking my time with mu precious doll.” Elvis tells you sweetly with a devilish look before he trails his finally puts his lips where you wanted them the most. As he used his tongue to play with your clit he slowly started to slowly thrust two fingers into your wet walls. You moan and you grab onto his head, his tongue and fingers igniting fire into your veins.

You moan as you lightly roll your hips as the pleasure starts to consume you. Shortly though he has your eyes rolling back in your head as you arch your back, letting out a loud moan as he removes his fingers to replace them with his tongue. You grip onto his dark hair and roll your hips into his mouth as he slowly fucks you with his tongue. Lighting flowing through your veins as he slowly tightens that coil inside you with his lips. “God, I swear your pussy tastes so sweet.” Elvis sinfully tells you as he removes his tongue to kitten lick your clit and look up at you with hooded blue eyes. He quickly fills your pussy with his fingers. “Oh Elvis…So good.” You moan out in delirious pleasure as he slowly takes you to the edge. The coil inside you burning and tightening more and more as he takes his time drawing moans out of you. “E-Elvis I’m Close.” You stutter out with a high-pitched moan causing him to suck harshly on your clit. The coil inside you finally snapping as he sucked on your sensitive bud. Your thighs shaking as you cum, you whimper and moan as you feel his large hands grip them, holding them open as he softly eating you out through your orgasm. The overstimulation flooding you with pleasure as you whimper and moan before he finally removes his head from between your thighs.

“Mhmm the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted little mama.” Elvis lowly rasps as he stares down at you and wipes your juices off his face. His blue eyes filled with lust and adoration as he stares down at you to see your hair a halo on the pillows, panting, flustered, and looking like total bliss. As you lay there staring up at the older man, you couldn’t help but bite you lip when you saw his dick and noticed it was leaking pre-cum. “Hmm please Elvis baby.” You pleadingly moan as you rub your thighs together as the need to feel his long thick dick inside you grows more. He gives you a devilish smile as he leans back on his forearms and kisses you. You arch into his body, trying to feel his dick against you as you kiss. Breaking apart he chuckles ant softly tuts, “Mhmm I told you I wanted to worship you darlin’, and I’m going to do just that/” Causing you to whine as he kisses down your neck. “Please Elvis,” You plead whimpering as he bites your neck. Your body feels electric from each touch and kiss, and while you love it you want more. “Please I need you.” You needily moan pleading to him again as you feel him smile against your shoulder.

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He comments wickedly as he grinds against you, teasing you more and driving you wild. “Though I promised I wouldn’t be cruel.” He quips as he coats his dick with your juices, you buck your hips when you feel the head of his dick press against your pussy. As he slowly thrusts into you, you let out a long moan. The pleasure of feeling his thick dick slowly slipping into you, making you feel each inch of him as he slowly bottoms out. While you loved any way Elvis had you since you two first fucked on tour, this new slow and tender attention drove you just as crazy. “God, I love you, you feel like you were made for me.” Elvis moans out before he starts a deliciously slow pace.

Elvis dips his head, swallowing your moans in a soft tender kiss as he slowly drags his dick in and out of you. The drag of his dick against your tight walls fueled each other’s need for one another. Breaking apart for air you threw your head back with a moan as you scratched his shoulders, making Elvis let out a low moan that went straight to your core. Leaning forward he leans on one hand as he grabs your hip with his other hand. Firmly gripping your hip, Elvis keeps his slow pace but adds power to his thrusts as he starts to fuck you slow and hard. You two cling to each other in a cacophonic symphony of moans, whimpers, and groans as the world around you fades and all you both focused on was the feeling of each other. “I could stay inside you forever Y/N, God I fucking love you.” Elvis told you, his deep voice raspy as he slowly moves his hips to drag his dick almost out of you before he pulled your leg up some as he gave a powerful deep thrust, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see fireworks behind your eyes.

Digging your nails into him you let out a long pleasure filled moan as hit that spot inside of you, making the pleasure the only thing you can focus on. “Oh God, I love you Elvis.” You moan out as he drags his hips back only to powerfully thrust back into you, hitting that spot again, intense pleasure consuming you with each thrust. Pleasurable tears build up in your eyes as he continues to fuck into you powerfully but slowly, the coil inside tightening as your walls squeeze around him, causing him to let out a sinfully low groan.  “So close.” You airily tell him between moans as you feel that coil tighten more inside you. “I know Doll, just hold on.” Elvis deep tells you as the pleasure devours you, barely able to focus on his words. You whine in acknowledgement and try told hold back as that coil tightens more. “Almost there.” He groans out as each roll of his hips wind you tighter as you dig your nails into him deeper, trying to hold to anything as your body burns with pleasure.

Scrapping your nails against his shoulders you arch back as the coil finally snaps. You loudly call out Elvis’s name as you start to see stars as waves of pleasure rack your body. Pleasure filled tears fall out the corner of your eyes as your euphoria is prolonged as Elvis gives a few more powerful thrusts into you before you fill the warm sensation of him coating your walls white. You pant and hold onto him as he leans against you. Quietly listening to the sound of your breaths as you both la there and enjoy your highs and feeling each other so close. Elvis tenderly kisses you before he leans his weight off you. Sigh as he slowly slips out of you and rolls onto his side, pulling you over to him.

“I love you darlin” He tells you as you two catch your breaths. “I love you too.” You tell him as he swipes a piece of your hair behind your ear. Cupping your face he leans your head to meet him in a slow kiss. “I know I said it last night, but I really do promise I’ll love you for as long as you let me. I’m not perfect, I can be stubborn, I can be an ass, and it won’t be easy but you’ll have my love.” He tenderly tells you as you two cuddle, still basking in the morning bliss and making your heart swell for him. “I’m not perfect either, I can be a brat, and I can be stubborn too but you have my love too.” You softly tell him as you stare into his loving ocean eyes. You feel your heart flutter as you watch the smile grow across his face before he kisses you again.

“Mhmm I guess we better get cleaned up and get out of this bed and join the world.” You say after a few moments before Elvis teases,” Who says? We don’t gotta get outta this bed for nothing.” You giggle and shake your head as you ask him, “Oh so you wanna pull a Lennon-Ono?” You joke as you play with his hair, laughing as he rolls his eyes and gets a slightly sour look. “You ruined by plan there doll, I don’t wanna do anything that’ll make people think I’m copying that ass.” He childishly teases, smiling wider as you laughs continue. “We’re gonna have to get up now then.” He said lightly tickling you. Happily, you slowly drag yourselves out of the bed, and start to get ready for the day.

After a quick shower you were brushing your teeth when a shirtless Elvis strolls into the bathroom, lightly smacking your ass before he grabs his toothbrush. “If we can’t Ono/Lennon it while I’m in Memphis, what’re we gonna do?” You ask smiling after you rinse your mouth, biting your lip as you see the scratch marks on his shoulder as he grabs the toothpaste. “Well, I figured maybe today we could just stay at Graceland again? Maybe ride the horses some and maybe go out later?” He tells you as wets his brush. “I think Imma have to start calling you kitten if you keep marking me up like that.” He teases when he catches you staring at them in the mirror, you blush as you tear your eyes away from his back and meet his eyes in the mirror. Lovingly infuriated a bit when you see the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“I should call you Dracula then for marking my neck up old man.” You tease with a giggle, referencing the hickies on your neck, though your giggles turn into full laughs as he puts his hand on his chest and gives you an exaggerated hurt look. “You wound me darlin’! I wake you up, make you feel so good, and then you wound me so.” Elvis dramatically jokes, his face quickly breaking as he watches you laugh and smiles. Stepping over tho him you place your hands on his chest as he places his on your hips. “Whatever can I do to make it up to you?” You dramatically ask Elvis as you tilt your head up to see his smiling face. Soaking in the light silly moment as he feigns being in thought with a hum before telling you “I think some kisses would help little mama.” Casing you to giggle as you lean up and kiss him. “That one’s for my wounded pride.” He jokes before stopping your giggles as he presses his plush lips against yours. “That one’s for my ego.” He jokes again as you continue to giggle, loving how bright and carefree his eyes looked in this moment. Though you quickly lean up and kiss him before cheekily saying, “That one’s because you love me.” Causing him to chuckle and give you and eskimo kiss before softly repeating, “Because I love you.” Your heart swells as you can’t help but think in the back of your mind that your brother was right. You can have love and it be good, you just never thought it would feel like this.

[celestiachan]

So I saw some tags on a reblog of one of my fics that were like "hey how does Green know that Second has these nightmares" and uh. Now I'm writing it

Brush, brush, brush.

Spit.

He turned and wiped his mouth on a towel. It was rare for him to be sleeping this early, but after Blue and Second actually non-metaphorically killed him, he was a little tired.

Surprisingly enough, the parts where they hit him didn't hurt. They just felt...fuzzy? Kind of like TV static. He didn't feel like building anymore after that and had announced that he was going to bed. He probably needed it, anyway.

Walking to his room, he could see Second passed out on the couch. His face was against the arm of the sofa, with the rest of his body sprawled across it, a single arm dangling off the side, barely brushing against the white tiled floor. Green smiled at this. Looks like Second was just as exhausted as he was. Opening the door to his room, Green closed the curtains, tucked himself in, and drifted off to sleep.

---

"The hell..."

A light grey, pointy-eared dog had jumped onto Green's bed, and was now standing directly on top of him.

"Hey, Acorn," Green said, giving him a couple scritches. He panted very excitedly and with a lot more energy than one would expect for any diurnal creature at 1 in the morning.

The dog jumped off the bed, trotted up to the doorway, and stared at Green. "Really, dude?" Green asked. "S'like...the nightmorning. Lemme sleep."

Green began to turn away, but a heartbreaking, high-pitched whine came out from Acorn's mouth.

"...fine. But if Red finds out I'm getting you snacks past your feeding time, we're both dead meat."

Green followed the dog quite slowly, Acorn turning around every so often to make sure Green was still there. To Green's surprise, Acorn walked past the stairs to the kitchen, and up to Second's bedroom door. He sat down and stared up at Green with big, round eyes.

"Dude...Second's so asleep right now. He's probably, like, the asleepest of all of us--"

A sob.

Green turned his head in the door's direction.

He knocked lightly. "Second?"

A gasp, then silence.

"Is everything ok?"

More silence.

"I'm coming in, ok?"

He slowly turned the knob.

"Seco--"

A blanket covered all of Second except his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his irises were glowing green. A box of tissues lay sideways on his bed, tissues spilling out of it as though they were liquid. As soon as the door was opened, Acorn ran up to Second and began licking his cheek.

"H-hey--Acorn--"

Second's speech was cut off when he saw Green standing in front of him. His eyes got even wetter. He covered his face with his blanket and laid down, snuggling a plush cat close to his chest.

"...Second? It's me," Green said. "What's wrong?" he asked, slowly getting closer. As he approached, he could hear...whispering?

"It's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not re--"

"Second?"

A yelp.

"It's me, Gree--"

"Go away!"

...Huh?

"I...I killed you...you're not real."

Oh.

Oh.

"S-Second...I respawned. I'm safe. Everything's gonna be ok."

But alas, Green's words did nothing, as Second's sobs began again.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I wish I didn't kill you. I don't know what's wrong with me. I wish you were sti--"

Green smacked him.

Second touched the part that he smacked while staring at him.

"You're...alive."

"Yes, I am. Now can you please explain what happened?"

Second's eyes shifted to the side. Were they slightly less green than before?

"U-um...do you remember today when I...?"

"Yeah."

"That, but...over and over again."

Ah.

That...sounds bad.

Green sat down on the bed next to him. "S'ok," he said, pulling him into a hug. "I know you didn't mean it."

Second returned the hug, almost dragging Green downwards. Green pulled back slightly, his face inches away from Second's. "If anything like this happens again, lemme know, ok? I love you. I don't want you to be sad."

Second flushed, realising how close he was to Green. "U-um...ok."

For the rest of the night, they laid in the same bed, snuggling, but not before two sentences were spoken:

"I love you, Green."

"I love you too."

[intoanotherworld23]

Favorite Movie

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ only, there is female masturbation, mention of sex tape, oral female receiving, brief description of sex, hint of sex

Summary: Joel Millers away and you find your favorite movie to watch

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Fingers thrusting in and out of your folds soaking your sheets by now. Back arching off the bed. Toes curling up against the sheets. Moaning in ecstasy. This is how you were currently.

Joel was away scavenging the nearby area and you were by yourself super horny. Not wanting to watch bad acting porn you pulled out the sex tape you and Joel made a few weeks ago.

It was a spur of the moment, and you guys made it to watch whenever you felt horny and needy for him. Which is why you were about three fingers deep inside yourself.

Turning to look back at the computer you were watching him pound in and out of you with his face attached to you neck leaving kisses. It was hot and it had you wishing you could have the real thing right now.

Feeling yourself already reaching the edge climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. Your fingers were obviously no comparison, but it was close enough. You were so lost in your own little world you didn't hear the front door opening.

"Darlin I'm home." You heard Joel’s voice ring through the apartment.

Widening your eyes in surprise not wanting him to catch you in the act. He's never seen you touch yourself, and you had no idea how he would react to seeing you like this.

Pulling the covers back over your legs and putting on some random movie you hear Joel walk in. He sees you and a big smile forms on his face. Arms crossed over his chest as he looks at your form hiding under the covers.

Suddenly his smile is gone and he is just staring at you. It was like he could smell your arousal in the air. There was something about the look on your face, and he could feel the heaviness of your lust.

"What are you watching?" His curiousity was peaked seeing your state.

"Just some movie why?" You were still breathing heavily having been close to your orgasm just a few minutes ago.

"Your face is flushed and you are breathing quite heavily." He starts slowly walking towards you.

You know that look. He knows. You stay silent now knowing how exactly to answer him. The predatory look he has on his face has you swallowing the lump formed in your throat.

He is now standing directly in front of your bed keeping his arms by his side. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth in nervousness.

His eyes are hungry and he looks ready to feed. When he pulls the blanket quickly from your body before you have a chance to stop him. The cold breeze hitting your still drenched pussy making you shiver.

Once his eyes take in your lower naked half he looks ready to pounce. His eyes are solely focused in between your legs at your wet folds. The cold breeze hitting you making you shiver.

His hands grip onto your ankles and pull you towards him making you shriek. His fingers inching up your thighs teasing you. You were leaned up on your elbows watching his every move.

"Now I will ask you once again. What are you watching?" He asks again this time his voice lower.

He doesn't give you a chance to answer though before he's answering for you.

"You were watching our movie." His smug look telling you he's already caught you in the act and knows exactly what you were doing. "Touching yourself to our movie.

"Joel." Whining pathetically making him smirk down at you.

"Such a greedy little whore." His words turning you on squeezing your thighs together. "Desperate for my cock."

Leaning his body down towards you he starts kissing along your lower stomach. Sucking on your pelvic bones making you moan. His touches always made you melt, something about them always had you like putty in his arms.

Your head leaned back when his kisses made it to the top of your mound just right above where you wanted him. His eyes on you the whole time watching your reaction to him. Your eyes drooping down as you bit your bottom lip.

Licking a stripe up your folds you body jolted and you could feel him smirking against your skin. Then kissing up and down your inner thighs. Your whole body was on fire waiting for more of his touches.

Teasing you with his tongue as he looked up to your lips parted panting. Eyes closed as you looked really to be fucked out until you couldn't feel your legs.

"Well how about we remake our movie?" He grinned up at you standing up to take off his belt. Shoving his pants down his legs then getting on his knees throwing your legs over his shoulders.

"Fuck." Screaming as he pushed his cock through your tight folds.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

forced landing.

Gif credits to the author.

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES.

TRIPLE FRONTIER | USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ summary: watching the sunrise doesn't go as you expected.

❝ a / n: according to Google, Triple Frontier was filmed in Hawaii. don't forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i'd really appreciate it!

“Baby… Hey, baby”.

The soft whispers fall onto your ear being wrapped by two strong arms that squeeze you gently, as a pair of lips spread sweet short kisses all over the right side of your face.

“Amor, wake up”.

You grunt sleepy hiding in the gap between his neck and his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his brown curly hair, causing Frankie to giggle with that kind of laugh you'd kill for.

“C'mon, we gotta go”.

“It's still dark outside”. You whine wanting to continue sleeping under his firm grip.

“I know, but I wanna show you somethin'. C'mon, baby… I'm gonna make some coffee. Take a shower and get ready”.

As soon as he pulls himself away from you, you can't help but sob disappointed, sinking your face into the pillow to drown there another grunt before laying your eyes on your boyfriend dressed with a pair of dark pants and a mahogany shirt opened over a white t-shirt. Needless to say, he has already his favorite Standard cap on and his Timberland camel boots leading his steps downstairs. It should be illegal to look this good.

It's almost seven in the morning when you reach the airport, driving directly to the private runway where a Cessna Skycatcher is waiting for you. Turning at Frankie, who is focused on the road yet, you pucker your lips containing a joyful smile. He always knows how to surprise you and make getting up early worthwhile.

As usual, your boyfriend checks and makes sure that your headphones and your microphone are on point and working, before opening the door for you and helping you to jump in. Once everything is settled up, he starts to touch some buttons over his head before pulling back and to the left a lever to turn on the motor and the blades of the helicopter. There's nothing that Frankie can love more than flying with you by his copilot. You have the same adventure spirit he has, complimenting him to perfection. Following him on any crazy journey.

It's dawning over Hawaii when you reach the clear sky, fascinated with the views in front of your eyes. The sun seems like it is resurfacing from the blue dark sea, creating an orangey-pink horizon that has you totally captivated.

“This is Pilot from Cessna, four, six, one, to Launch Control, you copy me?”

Tilting your head to Frankie, watching him pressing a brown button close to your kneel, you can't help but raise an eyebrow quickly being pushed to reality when you don't have any response from the air-traffic controllers. You can see Frankie frowning, pretending he's not worried or confused. Actually, he's an experimented pilot, what could go wrong?

“Launch Control, this is Francisco Morales from Cessna, four, six, one. We're getting height, you copy that?”

He waits for a couple of seconds, clicking his tongue and closing his eyes for a second. You don't know too much about his job, but you know very well that he can't continue the flight without permission, or knowing if any plane is close. Turning the control wheel to the left to come back, much to his regret. Hearing him cursing in Spanish, the aircraft's wings stagger in the maneuver.

“Mierda”. He growls when a non-stop beep sounds flashing a red light over your heads.

You're losing height and the plane is about to dive.

“Fra— Frankie, what's goin'on?”

“Stay calm, baby. Stay calm”. He says squeezing your thigh for a second. “Listen, I need you to take the manual. It's possible we have to land in the sea”.

“No, no, no, no… You have to be fucking kidding me!”

“Baby, breathe”.

You're freaking out with your heart racing and your fingers shaking. He continues trying to contact the Launch Control, while you do your best to find the manual under your seat, bowing down as much as you can.

“Page two. Open it up on page two”.

You swallow heavily, scared like never before. It's not a question of trust, it's that you're too young to die.

“Don't panic, baby, okay? Just read me the manual”.

“Forced landing?” You babble about to cry, sniffing through your nose.

“Yeah”.

Frankie has never told you about his forced landings to not worry you, so you're guessing it's not his first time by the calm he's keeping. Or maybe he's just a pretender and he's more frightened than you are.

“Verify flight ring engagement?” You're reading automatically, without thinking or focusing on the words you're uttering.

“Got it”. He nods his head.

“Initiate Engagement Process, follow steps eleven to fourteen”.

“Okay, got it”.

“Fuel Selector Valve… check?”

“Wait, we're getting some response”. Frankie whispers, pretending to pay attention to something through the headphones.

“You're lying”. You reply breathlessly because no one is talking from the Launch Control, not being able to control the anxiety installing within your chest as you continue losing height. “The Pil—”.

You can't finish the sentence, as you have read what's next. Your eyes now are filled with other kinds of tears.

“Go on, baby, I need you to keep reading”.

“The Pilot in Comm— Command… God, I hate you so much, Frankie”. Cleaning your tears with the back of his hand, you wave it after to have some air. “The Pilot in Command will love the passenger forever”.

“Check”. Your boyfriend replies, turning at you for a second with a funny smile curving his lips. “Keep going, amor”.

“Will you marry the Pilot in Command?”

You can't help but leave the manual on your lap, while Frankie stabilizes the flight, covering your face with both hands breaking into a silent cry. A minute ago you were about to die and now you're about to get engaged. Feeling a tender kiss on your temple, you look at him running into a red velvet box opened with a gold ring on it. The small diamond on top of it shines with the dawn, causing you to laugh at the same time the tears fall from your eyes.

“I ha— hate you”. You chuckle cleaning again your cheeks and drying your hands in your t-shirt before taking the piece of jewelry.

Frankie watches you putting it in your finger, pouting straight to him, as his chest is swollen with pride and happiness. You cup his face onto your palms and crash your lips on his, peppering them once and once —until he gets too distracted and the aircraft makes a sharp move to the left.

“I'm… fucking done, Frankie! Land the damn plane!” You scream, panicking again, causing him to laugh loudly, having much more fun than he expected. “Jesus Christ… I'm not gonna fly with you ever in my life again, I swear it!”

Your hands now are firmly gripping your seat, as if in case of a falling to the ocean this could help you. What a clown.

“Hey, you…” Your now future husband claims your attention grabbing your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of it. “I love you, Mrs. Morales”.

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FRANKIE MORALES: @agirllovespancakes

[aj-the-cat]

hello! I saw you reblogged your 'requests are open' post, and saw bret hart on there, and I'm in a very soft and tender mood rn, so how about reader washing bret's hair and drying it and brushing it out and braiding it and then laying down for a nap w him and cuddling?

Happily!

This took a while due to band camp going for 10 hours a day, really sorry but please enjoy it!! :D

After The Match: TLC

Masterlist

Bret Hart and GNeutral!Reader

Tags: @ava-valerie

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Warnings: None

"God, I think Sid powerbombed me too hard."

Bret gripped his back as you walked him back to his locker room from Gorilla. You winced as you remembered the hard powerbomb Sid was so famous for happen on Bret.

"We'll complain later. You need a shower." You gently placed your hand on the small of his back and rubbed small circles, and he smiled in response.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence to his designated locker room, and Bret immedietly headed for the showers while you went to the couch and prepared things as you waited. A hairbrush, ties, an extra towel and some detangling spray.

Steam rolled out of the bathroom when Bret was done, towel drying his hair as he came to sit beside you, confusion written on his face as he noticed the items placed out on the coffee table. You smiled sweetly and gently patted the seat as he sat, still not saying anything about the items.

Bret curiously looked at you scanned the items, picking up the towel and hairbrush. "Relax, please Bret. You're like a tree over there." You said, placing a hand on his overly tensed shoulder. He relaxed into your touch, releasing a lot of tension and you finally started.

Taking the towel, you placed it in his hair and massaged in little circles, making sure to get all over his head and not leaving dripping strands. Bret turned on the couch to face away from you, making it easier to get places.

Seeing his hair was now damp, you grabbed the detangling spray and the hairbrush. You sprayed a small amount directly on a portion and started brushing, making sure to go slow and getting out every knot.

Bret closed his eyes and lifted his chin, enjoying the care and relaxation of the situation. There were no major knots, as Bret takes immaculate care of his hair.

You finished the last strand, and set the items down on the coffee table. Bret sighed in content, and you wrapped your arms around his middle, drawing little circles into his hips.

"Babe, you made me really tired. We still have to drive back to the hotel." Bret whined. You giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek. "We'll just take a nap here and we can drive later." You lightly tugged him back, hoping he gets the message.

Bret, sighing playfully, leaned back and got comfortable, using your body as a pillow. You wrapped you arms and legs around him, getting yourself comfortable.

The two of you eventually fell asleep, wrapped up in each other on a couch in Brets dressing room. Hopefully the two of you can wake up in time before the arena closes for the night.

Or when Vince realizes you arent at the hotel.

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Gun To A Girl Fight

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Requested by @i-padfootblack-things

I misplaced your ask after I finished writing this but I finally got it done!!! I hope it's okay:/

Warnings: Brief depictions of violence (AKA Hydra losing) a little cursing, mostly fluff. I'm rusty so sorry this isn't what it should be! 

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: 🚫🚫My works are not to be reposted on any other platforms or copied/translated in any way without my permission🚫🚫

A/N 2: dividers by @firefly-graphics

"Y/N, what's your location?" You hear Bucky's voice in your ear. 

Raising your free hand to your earpiece you respond, "Southwest wing, I'm in their communication room. Where are you?"

"Headed towards you. Steve's sweeping the basement but otherwise it should be clear."

"Copy that." Relaxing slightly you begin to download their entire database, tapping your nails on the desk impatiently. 

"Don't move." 

You tense, hearing the masculine tone sound behind you. Relaxing your shoulders you ignore his warning, turning around slowly with your hands up in the basic 'surrender' position, coming face to face with a 6 foot agent holding a glock-19 which is now pointed directly at your head. 

"Stupid girl. You should never let your guard down. Don't they teach you Avengers anything?" He says with disdain. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't do anything stupid," you say with a smirk. 

"I'm the one with the gun." The agent huffs, obviously amused and slightly baffled. 

You inspect your nails lazily before shifting your gaze to the man before you, looking up at him through your lashes. "There you go, you've done it now," you sigh disappointedly as a confused expression crosses his face. "Weren't you taught to never bring a gun to a girl fight?" Darting your hand out you twist the gun away from you, a shot sounding through the air. Before he can react you clock him; his head jerking to the side from the impact. Using his momentum against him you swipe his legs from under him, the gun skidding away as he falls. 

Turning around you scramble for the gun, hitting the ground hard when he grabs your ankle and pulls it from under you, a jolt of pain shooting through your foot. Kicking out behind you, you smirk in satisfaction when your boot connects with what you assume is his head and a grunt falls from his lips. 

Scrambling forward again you grasp the pistol, rolling over and not hesitating to stop the enraged man with a bullet. 

You jump as boots sound in the hallway  aiming the gun again you tense, ready to defend yourself. 

"Y/N are you okay? I heard gunsh- oh my god put the gun down! It's just me."

Sighing in relief you lower the gun as Bucky rounds the corner, his eyes darting between you and the form on the floor.  

"Are you okay?"

"Never better, I got the harddrive so let's-" you cut off as you begin to stand, a pained sound leaving your lips as you try to put weight on your ankle. "Go," you finish your sentence, taking a painful step slowly. 

"Oh, no you don't." Bucky admonishes you, taking two long strides before sweeping you off your feet, mumbling something about you being reckless and stubborn.

Back on the quinjet, Bucky sets you down gently, propping your foot up on the bench. "Hold still, doll." He slips out of his tac vest and grabs the medical kit before turning back to you. 

Wrapping a warm hand around the back of your knee, he lifts your injured leg with care before sliding his large frame onto the seat where it had been moments before. Gingerly he sets your ankle on his lap before starting to wrap it gently. 

"I'm fine, Buck," you huff, a warm lilt on your lips. 

"Like hell you are! You could have died, Y/N!" Bucky lifts his blazing eyes to yours. 

Grasping his hand reassuringly you stifle a giggle. "James, I'm fine aside from a few bumps and bruises. I've been through much worse than a 6 foot Hydra puppet," you chuckle. "Now stop worrying about me before you hurt yourself," you smile lazily, eyes meeting his blue orbs as he looks at you sheepishly. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, a concerned edge lining his words as a blush dusts his cheeks.

"Positive. Thank you, though." 

"For what?"

"Being so sweet." You smile, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek; leaning back in your seat leisurely as your eyes flutter shut, catching the slow smile that crosses Bucky's lips. 

"James, I'm fine, really. Can I please get out of bed now?" You plead, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

"No, you cannot get out of bed now. You're hurt." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while frowning. 

"Ughhhhhh," you whine, burying your head into a pillow. 

A knock sounds at the door and your head shoots up as you holler, "COME IN!!!" before Bucky can tell them to go away. 

You smile when Sam flings the door open, a stack of movies in his hands along with a pile of snacks piled precariously on top.

"What's he doing here?" Bucky scowls, turning to you in obvious dissaprovement. 

"I asked him to bring me all this." you smirk victoriously, waving your hand to the stack of junk food. 

"Where was I when you did this?" Bucky interrogates, scowl deepening. 

"In the bathroom. Now stop being so grouchy," you giggle, accepting all the goodies from Sam with a smile. 

"He's not staying, is he?"

"Dude I'm right here, stop talking about me like I'm not," Sam chortles, sending you an amused eyeroll. 

"Thank you, Sam," you exaggerate, ignoring Bucky's charade as Sam saunters to the door lazily, shooting finger guns at both of you; causing you to giggle and Bucky to roll his eyes again. 

"Okay Sergeant, now you can stop brooding or pouting or whatever you call that."

"I'm not brooding," Bucky huffs.

"Okay… so pouting," you smile as he glares at you. "And stop doing that thing where you look at me like you want me to disentegrate and sit down already… I had Sam bring your favorite movies…" you smirk, waving Five Easy Pieces, Ace Ventura and several of his other favorites. 

Your smirk widens when he mumbles something under his breath while putting in a movie, crawling onto the opposite side of the bed; as far away from you as possible as he continues to frown. 

Rolling your eyes at him you shift your leg, letting out a dramatic groan of 'pain' causing Bucky to immediately scoot towards you, eyes scanning worriedly. "Are you okay?" 

You curl into his side and let out a comfortable sigh. "Yep, now I'm good."

You give him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes as his eyes widen with the realization of what you did. 

"Brat," he mumbles, wrapping his arm around you in defeat.

"Yep, that's me!" You giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his jawline as he tries and fails to suppress a smile. 

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