#take me to the brat swamp

[maiiuelle]

the hunt

based on this post.. literally could not get this out of my head. nobody can do crazy like my man.

warnings: minors dni!! dom!rafe, chasing, pred/prey dynamic, basically breath and impact play

under different circumstances, you wouldn’t be caught dead knee-deep in the muddy swampland of the cut. but, you can’t stop moving now, the purr of rafe’s truck is growing to a roar behind you.

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your legs are burning, and covered in mud and cuts from tree branches grazing by your delicate skin. you don’t know how long you’ve been running, long enough for your lungs to ache so painfully you could surrender.

you almost consider it until you realize what kind of punishment he must have waiting for you. you were bad. rafe is the cruelest man you know, and knowing that, you’d never disobeyed him in fear of how he’d react. until today.

your chest heaves as you push to keep running, each step onto the soft ground is pronounced with more dirt splattering your thighs. for a moment, you think he’s lost you, until a pair of bright LED headlights shine past your head and into your view.

he’s too close, the blood chilling rumble of his truck is approaching fast and the pain throbbing throughout your body is becoming too unbearable to keep going. you veer off of your course, weaving through trees until you find one with a thick enough trunk to hide behind. you slam your back into the wood, chest heaving as you lower yourself to a squat. you press a hand to your chest, desperately trying to catch your breath. the wheezing will only give you away.

you hear his truck stop, the humming of the engine fades out and the door slams, your whole body lurches against the rough tree bark.

rafe whistles. “babe!” he chides, the smirk on his lips clear through his voice. he’s enjoying this. “don’t play this game with me, alright? you know i saw you.”

your heart thumps in your ears, the pitter-patter taking over your senses as you try to think of what to do, but your body is frozen. whether it be from exhaustion, or fear, you’re paralyzed on the root rippled ground.

he may be having a good time chasing you around, but he’s growing impatient by the minute. “you’re really gonna make me come get you? gonna make this more difficult for yourself? huh?” the irritation lining his voice turns your stomach. you’re done for.

“what? you just wanna piss me off a little more, is that it? you like getting on my fuckin’ nerves?” he rants, twigs snapping under his feet as he stalks closer. “you’re a brat!”

you cover your mouth and suck in fresh air through your nose, the overwhelming scent of soil and swamp water fills your senses, only the unnatural sweet aroma of rafe’s luxury cologne suddenly catches in the soft breeze. before the panic can set in, a rough hand grabs your arm and pulls you to a stand, but you trip over your legs in shock and you fall right into your boyfriends chest. your face is met with the cold material of his golfing polo, one of his favorites, only now it’s stained with soot along with the rest of his expensive clothing.

“no, no! rafe!” you begin to plead, feeling guilty about what you’d done, and running. he pushes you off of him, his strong hands controlling your movements as he turns you at his will, holding you with his grip settled on your arms, using the leverage to hoist you up and over his shoulder like you’re nothing. “rafe, stop!” you hang limply, his arm coming to hold you down like he’s carrying a bundle of logs, only he holds your arms tight against your torso. with your arms trapped, and your legs already growing sore, you have no chance of escape.

rafe just scoffs, stomping through the wood back to his parked pick-up. “don’t beg now — like i didn’t just chase you down through the entire goddamn cut. you deserve what you’re gonna fucking get, know that.” he grits, and you whine out a strained cry.

once he reaches the truck, he rounds the passenger side and flicks the back door open. “y’know, at this point i’d at least expect an apology.” without warning, he bucks forward and throws you on your back onto the leather back seat. you stare up at him like a spooked doe, eyes wide as you finally get a good look at him. like you, he’s covered head to toe in mud. his sweaty bangs hang messily over his forehead as he looks down on you, nostrils flaring as his eyes watch your stiffened frame expectantly. “i’d start with ‘i’m so sorry, rafey!’” he teases, his thick finger suddenly coming up to hook under the waistband of your skirt. he invades your space, tall enough to hover over you even though he’s still standing outside of the truck. he gets so close your hands instinctively come up to brace yourself, they ball up in his stained shirt in fear, but you hold onto the slight hope he’ll have some sort of mercy on you.

“rafe — rafe, i am sorry! i just — i was..” you cry, only he smacks his other heavy hand over your mouth before you can get far. even doing what he says, he grows even angrier. he’s completely unpredictable.

“shut the fuck up!” rafe shouts, his hand on your waistband adjusts and he grabs your waist, his grip bruising. “you wanna apologize? yeah?” he pushes, and when you nod he helps you along with his palm over your mouth. “good girl. that’s it.”

warmth spreads through your stomach, pulsing in slow waves as his warm fingers trail up your torso to your tit to palm it gently like a stress ball. his eyes outline your body, while yours stay on his face, watching him take in his prey. it’s odd, you’re terrified and yet so eager to be splayed out in front of him like this.

“fuck.” he groans, the hand on your mouth pivots to your jaw, positioning your head upward to meet his lips. they crash into yours, and you’re desperate to reciprocate, grasping for any affection from him. he breaks to push his forehead into yours, hands suddenly occupied with prying off his mud-caked belt. “take ‘em off, come on.” rafe urges under his breath, clearly running low on patience. in part due to your own mounting desire, you shuffle to push your tennis skirt and panties down to your knees.

rafe forces down his shorts just enough to free himself, eyes raking over you. impatiently, he rips your bottoms right off your legs, balling them up in his palm and chucking them deeper into the backseat before he resumes ravishing you. he’s pinned you to the leather seat with the weight of his body, pressing against you as he forces his lips into yours. the animalistic, hungry way he’s handling you is delicious. your core is throbbing hot against the cold outdoor air, his cock smooths over your thigh, and your head goes blank. you can’t wait any longer to feel him push inside of you. the fear and distress you’d been filled with before has melted completely into submission.

he lifts himself up, one hand coming to position himself at your entrance, and the other pushes your fitted cropped t-shirt up over your tits. he pauses, slotting his tip between your folds, mindlessly making you shudder in need. rafe couldn’t care, he’s taking his time now, too focused on playing with your tits with his free hand, watching them peak through his fingers. imagining what he could do to you. “god, you are so fucking lucky i love you.”

his hips come flush with yours as he plunges into you. your satisfied scream is immediately muffled by his hand coming back to its place over your lips, the force pins your head to the seat.

rafe rocks into you slowly, but with a force that pushes your limp body up the seat with every thrust. you’re so full, it’s intoxicating. you’re taken over by the feeling of him, you close your eyes so there isn’t anything but him, how he’s making you feel. your hands come to claw at his arm, even in your state, you’re desperate to breathe through the hand that’s covering your mouth and shifting over your nose. he’s completely entranced, watching himself disappear inside of you over and over again. he deserved this after all you’d put him through.

but, it’s not enough. his snapping movements are slowly pushing you away, and his frustration swells. “fuck.. fuck!” rafe growls, moving both arms to wrap around your muddy thighs, hooking underneath to pull you impossibly closer to him. your ass is completely hanging off the back seat now, suspended in mid-air held up completely by him. you take the chance to sit up on your elbows, peeking down to where your bodies meet. it’s so overwhelming, you rush to catch your breath, but it’s impossible with the unrelenting pace he’s setting. your poor lungs burn as your throat forces out strangled moans, the stretch of him inside of you feels too good to stay quiet. the sound of your skin smacking together fills the truck, beautifully conjoined with the pretty sounds he’s pulling from you. “yeah, yeah. is this what you wanted?” rafe looks at your fucked out face, your lashes fluttering as you try to keep yourself together. “fucking say it.”

“just wanted you, rafe!” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him as a wave of heat spreads through your abdomen. a moan rips from you, he knows you’re about to burst, and he’s feeling mean.

rafe’s hips smack against yours, punctuating his assault with a hard chap before he completely unsheathes himself. you’re brave enough to pout, crumbling with a whine as you clench around nothing. he grabs your jaw, forcing your attention. “you do some stupid shit like that again, i’m leaving you with the gators.”

and with that, rafe stands up straight, shifting his shorts back into place and stuffing himself inside. once he’s sorted, he plants a hand on the fat of your thigh and shoves you inside. without sparing you a glance, he runs his hand down his face, looking behind his truck to surveil the surrounding woods. he slams the back door, leaving you to stare at the leather interior bewildered. rafe reappears, tugging open the drivers side door, hauling himself inside and bringing the truck’s engine back to life. rafe doesn’t say a word to you as he drives you back to tannyhill, too busy plotting how he’s going to finish you off when you get there.

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[oizysian]

Bad Puppy | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Y/N isn’t in the right headspace today, and when Wanda lets Natasha go too far with her punishment, she has to make it up to her poor puppy.

Warnings: pet play, spankings, dirty talk

Word count: ~2.5k

AN: I’m so nervous about posting this because I’ve never really written anything like this. I hope you all like it!

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“Bad puppies get punished,” Wanda said without looking up from her work. “You know that, pet.”

“Yes, mommy.” I responded softly, not wanting to antagonize her further.

“And today mommy is far too busy with work to punish you, so I’m having Tasha come and do it for me.”

My eyes widened. Natasha was coming to punish me?

“But, mommy -”

“I don’t want to hear it.” She took a break from typing to crack her knuckles, then looked at me. “Unless you want Tasha to stay over tonight.”

“No.” I whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.” She looked down at her paperwork, picked up a pen and scribbled something down before typing again. “She’ll be here any minute so go lay down. You know how she likes you.”

I almost started crying at her words. I did like playing with Natasha, really, but I didn’t want to play today. Puppies didn’t talk back to mommy so I couldn’t tell her how I felt, so I just went and laid down on the pullout couch she had in her office.

I lay pouting when Natasha walked in, dressed in a pencil skirt and plain white top, and high heels to finish off the ensemble. She closed the double doors behind her and approached Wanda’s desk, completely ignoring me.

“Wanda. I hear someone’s been bad.”

She took a moment to look up at the other woman, nodding as she did so.

“Very. My little pet needs to be punished, but I’m just swamped with work today.”

“I see.” She said as her eyes scanned over the various piles of paperwork she had on her desk. “So that’s why you called me.”

“Exactly.” She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the older woman. “I know you’ll dish out the appropriate punishment for my little pup.”

Natasha finally turned to look at me, spread and waiting for her on the luxuriously large couch.

“She’s well trained, at least.” She walked over to me and ran her hand along the edge of the couch, fingers brushing the soft, silk cushions.

“She’s well trained for you.” Wanda rolled her eyes. “She’s been a bit of a brat lately.”

“It’s because you’re working too much and too hard.” She walked back over to Wanda and stood behind her chair, reaching over and massaging her shoulders. “You’re gonna work yourself to death.”

“Mm,” she moaned, her head lulling back against the headrest as Natasha worked out the knots in her upper back and shoulders. “You’re right, but I need to earn a living.”

“Wanda, you’re one of the top five richest women in New York.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck and Wanda tilted her head to give her better access. “You need some time off. You need someone to take care of you.”

My ears perked up at that, watching them from my place on the couch.

“Not today, Tasha.” Wanda finally sighed and Natasha stood up straight, returning her gaze to me.

“I know. Today is for the pup.”

I trembled where I lay, watching as her hungry eyes ran over my bare body. I didn’t want to play today! I wanted to be with mommy!

Usually Natasha and Wanda played with me whether I said I wanted to or not, but they always listened for a safe word. I’ve never used it, always coming around and wanting to play after a while, but today wasn’t like that. But, puppies didn’t talk back to their mommies.

Natasha walked back over to me and climbed onto the pullout bed, crawling over to me like I was some kind of small prey. Wanda stole a glance at us, her eyes hovering over me before returning to her computer screen.

Natasha rolled me over and rubbed her hand along the swell of my ass, propping herself up on her elbow as she laid next to me.

“Wanda,” she spoke as she caressed me. “Why haven’t you painted this ass red already?”

“I figured you’d rather do the honors.” She continued to type. “I know you so enjoy a good spanking.”

“I do.” She slapped my ass and I whimpered, gripping at the sheets beneath me. “Especially when someone deserves it.”

“Mommy,” I whimpered, turning my head to face her, but she didn’t even spare me a glance. “Please.”

“Mommy won’t help you if you’ve been bad.” She smacked my ass again. “She might actually enjoy hearing you cry.”

“I think I might.” She said with a smile, tilting her head slightly so she could see Natasha spank me.

Natasha spanked me again and again, causing me to cry into the pillows. My ass was red, burning and raw once she was done, which felt like hours later. I had been bad, yes, I had disobeyed mommy, so I deserved this.

“I love it when she cries.” She directed at Wanda, but kept looking at me. “You really have the most perfect pet.”

“She’s perfect when she listens.”

“I’ll listen, mommy, I promise!” I cried and Natasha laughed.

“She says she’ll be good, mommy. What do you think?” She said as she rubbed my ass, causing me to hiss from the pain.

“I don’t believe her.” She said, resting her head on her hand. “I don’t think she means it.”

“Maybe her pussy needs a spanking too.”

“Mama, please, I’m sorry! I’ll listen to you! I won’t disobey you again!”

“Mhm.” She hummed and Natasha laughed again.

“I’m sure she’ll listen, mommy. At least she definitely will once I’m done with her.”

I buried my face in the pillows, crying freely. Why wouldn’t mommy believe me?

Natasha flipped me back over, running her hand over my mound. I cried when my ass hit the sheets, and covered my eyes so I didn’t have to look at them. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t be good enough for mommy that she had to call Natasha over. I was embarrassed that I had been spanked.

“Look at Natasha, detka.” Wanda said smiling. “Look at her when she spanks your pussy.”

I removed my hands from my face, balling them up at my sides. I sniffled softly as I watched Natasha pet me, my chest heaving as I tried catching my breath. She wasn’t hitting me yet, but my body trembled in anticipation.

“She’s shaking.” Natasha said with a smile. “She must be excited.”

Wanda got up from her desk and went into her bag, retrieving a rose gold buttplug with a little tail on the end. She walked over to us and handed it to Natasha, who eyed it excitedly.

“I was in such a rush this morning, I forgot to put this in.”

“Keep those legs spread, pup.”

Natasha spread me further and tried to insert the plug into my ass dry, causing my muscles to push her out.

“Tasha,” Wanda chided. “You need to get it wet first.” She gestured to me with her head. “Use her mouth.”

“Open wide.” Natasha brought the plug to my lips and slipped it into my mouth.

I pulled away from her and she grabbed at the leash attached to the collar I always wore and pulled me back toward her to take the plug in my mouth.

“Get it nice and wet.” She said softly, a sadistic smile on her face.

Tears stained my cheeks as I swirled my tongue around the plug, doing as she asked. I was taking the punishment I knew I deserved but I wasn’t sure how much more I could take today.

“She’s such a needy slut. She needs all her holes filled up, doesn’t she?”

I didn’t respond. She popped the plug out of my mouth and pushed me back down on the plush cushions beneath me, spreading my legs once again to insert the plug into my ass.

“She’s so tight.” Natasha said as she attempted to push the plug in again. “I love it.”

I let out a grunt as she finally got it through my ring of muscles, relaxing at the familiar feel of my plug in my ass.

“There you go. Puppy’s got her tail now. I thought something was missing.” She reached up to pet my head, touching the ears I had clipped to my hair.

“I do love when she’s all dressed up for me.” Wanda leaned over and tugged at my tail gently, drawing a low moan from the back of my throat.

“She likes her ass getting played with, huh? She really is a whore.”

“Mommy …” I looked up at her with teary eyes, but she continued to examine my tail.

“I might need to get her a bigger one for when she’s bad. Maybe one that’s a little longer and with a little more girth.”

“I’ve seen some pretty ones in the shop,” Natasha chimed in. “They’ve got a lot of things your pet would look delicious in.”

Wanda smiled at her before walking back over to her desk. She went in her drawer and pulled out a wooden hairbrush - one that was not used for hair - and brought it over to Natasha.

“I need to purchase a few different things. Paddles in different sizes are one of them.” She handed her the brush and Natasha ran it over my slit.

“A hairbrush is classic, though.” She tapped it on my mound gently and I nearly jumped right out of my skin. “It’s got a different texture than the paddle.”

Wanda hummed in agreement and Natasha began spanking my pussy, sharp, lingering strokes of the brush.

“Count for Natasha, pet.”

I was unsure of how many times she had already hit me. I opened my mouth to speak and she gave me another smack, and all that came out of my mouth was a whimpering cry.

“She’s too dumb of a whore to count.” She continued to spank me, my pussy red and raw, and I cried, attempting to close my legs to cover myself.

She pushed my legs open and spanked me harder, ignoring my cries. Wanda watched as Natasha punished me, her eyes hard and unwavering.

“Thank Natasha for spanking you, detka.”

“Thank you, Tasha.” I cried, blubbering like a baby.

“How many was that?” She asked Wanda and she raised her eyebrows.

“Twenty. My obedient pet should’ve been counting.”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” I just wanted to get back in her good graces.

“Hm,” Natasha slid her fingers into my heat, causing me to cry harder from the pain. “She’s wet. Dumb slut even gets wet from punishment.”

I couldn’t control my body, but everything hurt. My heart just wasn’t in it today, I wasn’t feeling good anymore.

“Red, mommy. Red.” I finally squeaked out, her eyes widening as she finally looked at me.

“Natasha, could you wait in the other room for a minute?”

The other woman nodded and climbed off the couch, straightening out her clothes before leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

“Detka.” Wanda said softly, coming to sit next to me, resting her hand on my bare thigh. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to play.” I cried, covering my eyes with my hands. “I deserved to be punished, but I don’t wanna play.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier, baby?” She rubbed my thigh, comforting me.

“Because I deserved it.”

“Hey. Look at me.” I peeked at her from behind my hands and she waited until I was fully looking at her before she continued speaking. “You deserved to be punished, yes, but not if you weren’t in the right headspace to be punished.”

I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

“You need to speak up when you’re not feeling good, okay?”

I nodded.

“Are you still mad, mama?”

“No, malyshka. You took your punishment, you did good. But, don’t do this again. If you don’t feel right, we won’t play, okay? This isn’t fun for mommy if it isn’t fun for you.”

“Okay, mama, I’m sorry.”

“I know. Come here.”

She held out her arms to me and I climbed into her lap, curling up in her embrace despite the pain on my ass and pussy. She held me close and rocked me, petting my hair.

“You’re my good girl. You did so good today. Do you want to sit with mommy while she works?“

I nodded and she pressed a kiss to my head.

“I’m gonna go tell Tasha we won’t be needing her anymore today, okay? I’ll be right back.”

She put me back down on the couch and got up, walking out and talking to Natasha.

I laid down and waited for her. My breathing finally evened out as I relaxed and calmed down. Mommy wasn’t mad and now I didn’t need to be punished any more today. I would get to cuddle with mommy and everything would be better tomorrow.

She walked back into the room, her gaze softening as she saw me curled up and practically falling asleep. She went and sat in her office chair, patting her lap for me to sit with her. I climbed off of the couch and almost ran to sit with her, letting her wrap her arms around me as I got comfortable on her lap. She began typing again and rested her chin on top of my head. This was all I wanted. I wanted to be with mommy today.

I nuzzled my face against her neck, taking the sensitive skin in my mouth and sucking gently. I slipped my hand up her shirt and palmed her breast, playing with her nipple through her bra as I sucked on her neck. I couldn’t be happier.

She ran her hand along the swell of my ass, hushing me when I hissed from the pain. She was just trying to comfort me.

“Do you want the cream?”

I shook my head slightly, not wanting to let go of her. I could handle the pain that I had deserved. I didn’t want us to part and I didn’t want to be a bother to her. I knew she had a lot of work to do.

“If you change your mind, let me know.” She pressed another kiss to the side of my head and continued to work.

“Mama?” I asked softly, looking at the dark mark I left on her neck.

“Hm?”

“Do you … need someone to take care of you?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion before she remembered the conversation she had with Natasha.

“No, detka. I have you. I don’t need anyone else.”

I smiled to myself and rested my head against her.

“Am I more important than your work?”

“Of course you are, baby. What a silly question.”

I was important to her. I was hers and she was mine. Now that everything was settled, I couldn’t wait to play with mommy and Natasha again.

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@boredandneedfanfics @hailee-steinfelds-girl

[ericscroptop]

Needy

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn with slight plot, bratty and dramatic reader just a tad, reader is insanely needy that it’s like, “okay, damn, we get it!” — but that’s the entire point, teasing, kissing, making out, fondling, grinding, one spank, marking, unprotected sex, sideways sex, creampie, dirty talk, cursing, pet names, fluff, fluffy aftercare

✦ word count: 6.5k words

✧ synopsis: it’s ‘missing eric hours’ and you can’t help but be a smidge of a brat about it until he finally gives you the attention you need.

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A huff passes out of you for what seems like the millionth time today.

Anything and everything you could possibly watch on TV seems uninteresting. You sit up from your bed and stare at nothing in particular, drowning out the television noise with your sulking thoughts at the fact that it’s getting late and your boyfriend still isn’t in the room with you.

While he was actually under the same roof as you, he was working in his at-home office room, swamped by various tasks and extra work he had to bear suddenly.

He’d been in his office practically all day and night. You know that duty calls, but you can’t help that you want to spend pretty much all of your time with him. These days, he’s been a busy man. You’re both lucky that he was able to work from home today, but it was still painful and no different since he’s locked away to focus properly.

You’re becoming restless. All day you’ve tried to occupy yourself with several activities, but they all got monotonous quickly. It also felt isolating knowing you and Eric were under the same roof, but couldn’t spend proper time together. It was torturous.

Planting your feet on the ground, you stand up out of bed. The clock was getting close to midnight and your boyfriend was still locked in that damn office.

You stride towards his office, going with determination to persuade him to call it a night and come join you in your comfortable shared-bedroom.

He had advised you to leave him be and he’d call for you or text if he needed something so he could fully immerse himself without distractions, but you couldn’t help your antsy-ness.

He needed to take care of himself properly and rest. And you needed a reminder of how good it felt to have Eric curled up beside you, relaxed in his arms.

Without knocking on the door, you invite yourself in with no hesitation. Eric is already peering up at you from his desk once the door’s fully opened. You greet him with a sense of longing behind your eyes, while he offers you a weary grin.

“Babe, it’s getting late.” you’re the first one to speak, moving yourself over to his figure slumped on the chair.

“I know, honey. But I have just a couple more pages left and then i’ll be done.” he lets out a heavy sigh, exhausted eyes trained on his computer.

You bring a hand to his soft hair and run your fingers through it, then carefully brush along his fringe before pressing a chaste kiss over his temple.

The sight of his eyes fluttering shut for a second from his side profile, and hearing the short hum paired with a faint giggle as you kiss him has your heart burning. God, you missed him.

You retract with a sweet smile and move your hands over his shoulders, deciding to give them a massage as well.

He exhales while you kneaded along his hard, tight muscles, closing his eyes for a second time and starting to lose himself in the feeling of you reducing and relieving any present tension.

The sensation of your hands alleviating his stress and your familiar touch making him immediately unwind is almost enough for him to say ‘fuck it’ and call it a night.

Though, he flashes his eyes open and straightens his posture, forcing you to drop your hands down as he scoots his chair an inch or two closer towards his desk.

“Go ‘head and lay in bed, princess. Don’t wait up on me.” his eyes are once again stuck to his computer, his calloused fingers going back to making work with the keyboard like they have been all day.

The taste of accomplishment is too close to give up now. He’d finish up the last bit of work and then finally get to reward himself with a well-deserved sleep, fueled by your warmth and presence.

While you admired his strong work ethic and commitment, it did sometimes stand in the way of your selfish desires and from him getting proper rest.

All you wanted is for your boyfriend to be laid alongside you. Your eyes followed his own at his screen, noticing the time in the corner displaying that it’s technically a new day now. Seeing it makes you shift your weight to your right leg, arms crossing over your chest and head slightly tilted.

“Eric!” you whined, pouting tiredly.

“Y/n!” he mimicked your tone, incessantly typing away.

“You’ve been trapped in this room all day! Surely your body and mind need a break. You shouldn’t be working this late.” you continued to nag him.

“It’s my job, baby. The deadline for this is tomorrow afternoon. Lemme finish this and I’ll have the whole day free tomorrow.” he says without sparing you a glance.

You were agitated. You didn’t know how much you valued quality time until you met Eric. He was your person. It killed you seeing him so busy and hardly having time to even sit down and have a meal with you. Now that it was night, you’d think that he would actually clock off and come running to you. Boy, were you wrong.

“I need you, baby. Come lie down with me.” you tell him desperately, hoping he folds for the neediness laced in your voice.

“And so does my boss— to finish this work up. I’m sorry. Please go lay down, hm?” he responds, turning to meet your form with a dog-tired look written all over his face.

It’s only a few seconds before he faces his computer again, continuing to click away.

His expression is serious and focused, albeit tired. While your persistence is tempting, it’s even more enticing having the entire day free tomorrow if he finishes this last task.

He’s not budging, leaving you to mope to the max. You release a deep sigh, adding extra emphasis to the sound to express how irritated you are.

“You know, I’d get this done a lot faster if you’d just leave me to work in peace.” he mutters, but audible enough for you to obviously catch it. There’s a tinge of impatience within his words, wishing you’d just let it go. It’s too late to be fussing around. He’s aware that he’s been distant, but he’s so close to freedom. If only you’d just let him get it done.

His words make your brows furrow and feel a sting in your heart. All you wanted is for him to take a break after working nonstop and remember that he has a life outside of work. Your behavior was probably annoying, but was it bad that you just wanted your boyfriend to unwind and be with you? Even if it was for a couple minutes?

Without any more communication, you stomp out of the room like a bratty child. Eric’s gaze follows your figure as you leave the room, eyes closing shut with an upset sigh once he hears you shut the door. You don’t slam it, but he knows how pissed you are at him.

He feels bad that he just kicked you out and rejected you. Oh, how he wishes tonight could’ve been a movie night filled with cuddles and kisses. But he knows that you know he can’t slack off his job. The sooner he gets this done, the sooner he’ll get to be attached to you by the hip.

You just had to unfortunately wait a little longer.

Storming back into your room, you’re filled with defeat. There’s really nothing you can do, and you just have to accept the fact that work consumes a decent chunk of his time sometimes. You have to suck it up.

Maybe you will listen to your boyfriend and go to bed. You’re bummed out that the day has gone to waste. Without a doubt if the roles were reversed, he would’ve dragged you to bed hours ago. You just miss your man!

Since you already completed your bed time routine a while ago, all you have to do is turn off the TV, lights, and sink into bed.

Though, as you grab your remote that was hidden in between folds of your blanket, you turn to the television and are faced with a very romantic scene between a couple. It has you pause in turning it off, jealousy beginning to itch your brain.

Damn it, Eric. That could’ve been us tonight.

Seeing that moment ends up sparking an idea in you. Instead of turning the TV off, you only turn down the volume, then place the remote on the nightstand. Afterwards, you shimmy out of your comfy loungewear bottoms, leaving you in some underwear that isn’t anything special.

You decide to discard of that as well, moving over to one of you drawers to hunt for some new underwear, a specific pair in mind that is Eric’s absolute favorite.

Within seconds, you find it. It’s a pair of cheeky, lacey baby pink panties with a small bow in the front. It was one of your most beloved as well. You loved how pretty the style and color was. Even if it was just fabric, who doesn’t love a good pair of underwear?

Eric has expressed to you at least twice how the visual of you wearing this special pair makes him swoon. The delicacy of the detailing and softness of the shade of pink flatters your sensual areas. It teased him so much. Especially with how it exposed your ass cheeks the perfect amount. Just the sight of you prancing or laying around in those lacey pink panties had him captivated and folded immediately like a lawn chair.

Which is why you’re wearing them to bed tonight, and only that.

You figured that if work has kept all his attention today, you could tease him by going to bed simply wearing that piece of fabric that drives him insane. It’s silly and petty behavior, and you know that him having a demanding job can’t be helped, but he needs a reminder in what he’s missing out on.

You remove your shirt and toss it to the side, leaving your torso bare. You crawl into your respective side of the bed, lying on your stomach, side of face down against your pillow. The lights from the TV and lamp remain on, you not bothering in shutting them off so Eric has a crystal clear view when he finally decides to go to bed.

You also don’t cover yourself with the sheets or blanket, leaving your almost-bare body exposed to the air.

Now all that’s left is to wait.

About an hour later, Eric finally feels freedom from closing all the open tabs on his computer. After a long day, he successfully accomplished what he needed to get done before the deadline.

He cracks his neck and knuckles while staring at his screensaver, a candid of you and him that was taken by a close friend.

He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders fall, feeling drained and upset that work rips him away from you. He’s finished now but at what cost? Under the same roof but his attention was caught elsewhere, leaving you to feel lonely.

He’d be sure to compensate for his lack of company lately once you two wake up. Emotionally, physically— whatever you need, he’ll devote the day to properly taking care of you.

He shuts off his computer and rises from his chair, getting that long-needed stretch he’s been yearning for after being seated uncomfortably for what seemed like an eternity.

Right after, he immediately leaves the room without looking back. A yawn escapes out of him as he shuffles to the bedroom, ready to drop his fatigued form next to you.

Since it’s not that far of a walk to the room, he can tell from a couple feet away that you’ve left the light on. He wonders if you’re still up.

When he steps into the bedroom, the burnout he bears is momentarily forgotten. Your body is relaxed over the bed, his breath stuck in his throat when he sees the unexpected sight of your bare back on display. His gaze trails down and is practically bewitched when he sees your ass cheeks out, lower half of your region only covered by thin panties— of which, make his eyes widen once it registers that it’s that pair of panties.

His features stretch to an amused expression, wowed in seeing that his girl went to bed in exclusively those dainty-but-dangerous baby pink panties.

You normally were swallowed in his clothing or something comfortable of your own when you went to bed, so this was definitely telling. The lights were left on and you didn’t bother covering yourself with the sheets or blanket, indicating to him that this was intentional.

There’s his little minx, so desperate for attention and doing this to rile him up. And it’s definitely working without fail.

He takes caution in his steps as he approaches the bed, seeing that your body rises and falls, fallen into slumber.

Though when the bed dips from his added weight on it, and he fumbles to add a blanket over you, you stir. You’ve awoken slightly disoriented, eyes still glued shut but mind and body conscious.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. Go back to sleep, honey.” Eric whispers, his body now spooned behind you. A hand of his reaches over the top of your head, brushing along your hair to soothe you.

Hearing his voice and being aware of his presence has you whimpering softly, beginning to pathetically grind back into his crotch, your way of showing that you needed his attention.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he coos, already knowing that you simply missed him.

You don’t verbally answer him. Your tired eyes are still closed as you turn over towards him. You push your body into his own, melting and snuggling into him, making his arms immediately wrap around your back to hold and accept you.

Your face sinks comfortably into his chest, his chin now resting over the top of your head.

“Sorry for taking so long. I missed you so much.” his arms swaddle you and he brings a kiss into your hair, then rubs his nose along it, inhaling your cozy scent.

You can’t believe it took so long for you to be wrapped within his embrace. The nice warmth his body provides to your entire being is better than any blanket to ever exist.

The atmosphere carries a sense of private intimacy from your almost-naked body held securely within your boyfriend’s hold during this late hour in bed. It was domestic moments like these that had your heart pounding in hearty love and affection for Eric.

You swooned over how his touches were so gentle, out of fondness and adoration for you.

But his touches were duplexing. He had another side of him that was filled with carnal desire. He couldn’t help in wanting to worship your body naughtily, feeling the way your body would weaken and lose control while he touched you lasciviously.

You possessed that same duality as well. Attraction to one another manifests itself in many ways, and sex was an intimate one that displayed how strong that attraction for one another was, as well as how bonded you two were.

Your bare breasts press up against Eric’s clothed torso while he cuddled you. It’s impossible to ignore the feeling of your soft mounds move against his chest, even more so when you’re practically squeezing your chest into him.

A hand snakes down to one of your ass cheeks, remembering that you wore those panties that please him beyond words. The palm of his hand rubs along the part of your rear that is exposed to the air.

The feeling of his rough hand caressing your bottom and his fingers beginning to trace the outline of your undies is sensual. It prompts you to throw a leg over his hip, trying to intertwine with him, allergic to space when it comes to him.

Your clothed core seeks for his manhood. The close proximity with your man, the feeling of your body covered merely in frilly panties against him, and his small touches are all driving you haywire.

You’re not even the slightest embarrassed when you start to buck your hips into his, desperately wanting him to get the hint.

Eric has been growing hard since he saw how you looked on the bed. His pretty princess in pink panties, waiting for him. Teasing him with that lingerie and even now, being so touchy and clingy.

Although both of you could be ready to doze off, the sexual appetite between the two of you was growing. You wanted Eric to hold you, kiss you, and fuck you.

He wasn’t expecting to do this tonight, but he has now become equally as horny. Always without fail when it comes to you.

It was time to settle this.

“Look at me.” he utters.

His request is heard but you refuse to move your face hidden in his chest. Your sexual movements continue, wanting to push his buttons just a little to make things a bit more interesting and get him heated.

The hand that was circling your bottom lifted abruptly to spank you with force, making you gasp and jolt at the impact.

“Hey— behave.” his voice stern.

Your core shivers from the act, turned on by his dominant behavior.

“Stop being a brat and tell me what you want.” he grabs a handful of your fleshy ass, pawing roughly at the skin.

This act you’re putting up is driving blood straight to his cock, but your lack of words and taunting is running his patience thin. Much like how you were peeved from his lack of attention up until now.

You lift your head up and meet Eric’s dark gaze. Tiredness is drifting away while lust prevails. His hand continues to roam over your rear, teasingly inching his fingers down slowly in between your legs.

Your lips part, arms hooked around his neck as you looked at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“I need you… to fuck me, please.” you beg sweetly through batting lashes.

Eric licks his lips at your words, his fingers starting to rub you through your clothed cunt. His moves continue to engorge your pussy with blood, senses heightened and filled with heat everywhere.

The fabric is slightly damp, your sex already producing fluid out of excitement.

“My needy girl missed me, hm?” he teases and removes his hand from between your legs.

He makes you sigh out in frustration at loss of contact, making him smirk as he pulls you up his body closer, bringing your face mere centimeters away from his.

“Nothing’s keeping me from you anymore. I’m all yours.” his breath brushes your lips before his own chase yours, capturing them eagerly.

Both of your eyes flutter closed. You didn’t hesitate even for a second to kiss him back with the same level of yearn.

Your hands redirect to cradle either side of his face, held as steady as possible to keep him in place, tender gesture showing your devotion for him. He reciprocates that same need for closeness by keeping his left hand on the small of your back, while his right tousled through your hair. The stir of excitement that rushes past both of your veins when kissing is thrilling and addicting, clinging on to each other due to naturally wanting one another closer than close.

The feeling of his slightly chapped lips due to his bad habit of biting on them while working has you smiling into the kiss. The smile that stretches your mouth allows Eric to slip his tongue past, brushing and sucking with fervor and wetness along your own.

The warmth, moistness, and sliminess of it all has you hungry for more. You softly moan from the amorous kiss, causing Eric to playfully nibble on your bottom lip in response to his favorite noise.

He then rolls you onto your back swiftly, now hovering over you.

His face dips down straight for your neck, sharp nose tickling you before he starts dotting tender kisses along the sensitive area.

He worships your hotspot, circling through sucking, softly biting, blowing his hot air over you, and licking the skin.

The physical affection raises the hairs on your skin, and the nerves that run behind your ear down your neck being stimulated have your body shivering.

All while the other side of your neck is held tightly by his hand, trailing his lips lower to your collarbone, then to your shoulder, and then to your breasts.

When he gets to your mounds, he can’t resist in pausing his kisses to cover them with his hands, playing with the fleshy skin and warming them up in his hold.

The squeezing and toying he does to you has your pussy boiling with ardor. You stare dumbly at him, open-mouthed as you watch the frisky glint in his eyes. Eric is infatuated with how soft and squishy they were, his two plushy pillows.

His fingers roll over your nipples, rotating the erect buds. Your breathing increases and heart rate picks up, turned on from the way he shows sultry attention to every inch of you.

A grin plasters across Eric’s face in hearing your breathless sounds, savoring the way you lie under him in all your glory, touching and teasing you carnally.

His craving for your breasts in his mouth has him dropping his face down to lick a bold stripe up your cleavage, leaving you to gasp at the sensation of his wet muscle navigating through.

Like a shot, he aggressively marks his precious territory, relentlessly devouring your mounds with his mouth, deeply enough to where he’d be sure his marks littered your chest for days.

You absolutely lose it when he traces an areola with his tongue, then, encloses his lips around your nipple and sucks with determination, practically making out with your boob.

It has you arching your back, yelping and crying out as zaps of pleasure from Eric send arousal to pool down inside your panties.

“You like when I suck your tits? Yeah?” he chuckles while locking eyes with you, switching momentarily to give your other breast some love.

It’s impossible to not squirm under his touch, but he keeps you pinned down with his body, so you’re just left breathless and submitting to him spoiling you in utter bliss.

Eric groans into your chest, avidly grinding down, making you suddenly aware of your boyfriend’s hard-on firmly pressing into your thigh.

“Shit, babe— wanna feel you.” you manage to breathe out. Your core is aching to feel his cock inside you.

He throbs at your breathy utterance. He feels your fingers tug slightly at his hair, displaying your great need for him to give you more.

He abandons your bullied chest glistening in his saliva for now, proceeding to drag kisses down along your stomach, until his mouth reached your panties.

Even if it’s beyond obvious what you want, he still takes the time to peer up at you with a questioning look, to which you give him a nod, signaling that he could remove them.

He brings a gentle kiss to your tummy before hooking his fingers over your underwear, tugging them down your legs and off at last.

The pair is bunched up in his hand, and he raises it up, gaining your attention to look up at him. He pushes the panties to his face, nuzzling his nose into the fabric before he leaves a hot kiss over the wettish undies.

Your whimpers fill the room in response, legs squeezed together. So horny, sexed up for Eric.

He tosses his favorite panties away somewhere, focusing on your-now-naked body presented to him like a platter. Your slick pussy is revealed to him once he pushes your knees apart, making him whistle pridefully.

“So fucking pretty, princess. All for me?” he sighs in admiration.

His thick hand is kept placed on one of your knees to keep you open while he lathers his fingers in your arousal with the other hand, leaving your breathing to be shaky, core burning hot.

He doesn’t think twice in popping those coated fingers inside his mouth, giving you a show of him shamelessly sucking your slick off.

“Eric…” you cried, desperate fuzzy feeling consuming your senses.

He snickers at your eagerness and longing, pulling his fingers out with a pucker sound.

“Gonna fill you up real good, sweet baby.” he rasps, finally pulling his shirt off to start off his own undressing.

He rids himself free from the remainder of his clothing, now leaving you both naked. You’re salivating in viewing his delineated abs and slender waist, as well as the hard, girthy cock that makes your soul smile and face blush a rosy color.

Eric smirks as he maneuvers towards the free spot next to you. You’re on the edge of the bed, on your particular side. Tonight, it’s calling to him that he fuck you side-by-side.

So he adjusts himself and you accordingly.

You don’t question his movements, licking your lips at his bare body moving next to yours. His figure brushes your side, lifting your leg to be angled, raised over his thigh.

An arm of his snakes under your curved leg, hand directing toward his shaft, gripping over it to stroke his cock and spread the clear fluid that’s glimmering out from his tip.

A low moan flows out of him due to the gratifying stimulation of his hand as he preps himself to enter you. But he knows it doesn’t beat the friction and heavenly satisfaction from your beautiful pussy that he’s about to get.

“Ready, babe?” he traces the head of his cock around the edges of your outside, causing you to shake at the sudden contact. Fuck, you needed him.

“Yes, please.” you choked, leaving him to tongue his cheek as he inserts the tip, groans and gasps mixed with cursing filling the room in unison.

A fiery flurry shoots up your spine when his tip slides past your wet folds, pussy welcoming that familiar hard, yet smooth pressure.

One of your hands clutched the sheets while the other gripped at your own thigh out of feeling his length push inside you.

“There we go. Shit… nice and tight for me. Easy, baby.” he coos, hissing at your walls squeezing around his length and encouraging you to relax.

Your walls stretch to accommodate to his size, being invited in and encompassed nicely.

A hand of his reaches for your tummy protectively, patting your stomach out of praise and soothing nature.

“Always take me so well. Such a good girl.” he sighs. The sensation of your hole stuffed and full of him has you both heaven-sent.

That warm stretch of your walls engulfing his cock is like pure luxury. After a long day of working, this is exactly what he needed to unwind. He missed this so much. His sweet baby, and her precious pussy that hugs his cock eagerly. Seems like you both missed every part of each other.

His hand still rests on your tummy, arm snaked around from under your leg that remains bent and raised in the air.

He tightly holds onto your abdomen as he starts humping into you slowly to start off. You mewl at the awaited feeling of his manhood moving inside you. Your blood is pumping and all you can think about is the pleasurable pressure and how gorged you are now from Eric’s cock.

He boosts up the pace. His thrusting builds friction, making your pussy gradually hotter.

The sounds of skin slapping and pornographic moans springing from your voice fill the room. You can’t help it, it’s like he’s scratching an intense itch of yours, mind-numbingly pleasing and electric.

“Ahh— yes, Eric!” you breathily cry, features creasing as he fucks you with devotion.

Your velvety walls caressing and brushing his cock while you moan and whine aloud bewitches him. You’re making it so easy for him to wanna pop fast, but he doesn’t want to bust quick. He wants to savor this moment. He isn’t in a rush at all, wanting to take his time in relishing this heated moment.

He allows his thrusts to let up to divert his attention for a minute. He swiftly withdraws his arm from under your angled leg and redirects it to the other side, gravitating to pull your jaw towards his face, him even raising up a bit to meet you closer so your lips could connect.

“Fuck, Eric. Mhmmm.” he swallows your sounds greedily, allowing you to moan into his mouth.

Your lips lock together, passionately moving together ravenously. He nips at your bottom lip in every other searing kiss, growling as the plump appendage slips through his teeth.

A hand of yours travels to reach for his abdomen while you kiss, smoothing over his muscles and defined lines. You admire the firmness of his abs, as well as the way his muscles flexed at your touch. Eric has a beautiful body, and so you loved grazing your hands over any and every part of him whenever you could.

He absolutely goes feral when you openly show affection towards his body. Holding him, touching him, feeling him— your touches of all sorts remind him that he’s real. It makes him feel so alive. You cherish him in many ways, and when you do so physically, it makes him inflate with love and confidence.

His cock throbs out of making out with you while your pussy swallowed his manhood. He’s vocal about what you’re doing to him, letting out a few guttural moans of his own.

Aching to move as he wishes inside you, he draws back from your lips, redirecting his arm back under your angled leg, making contact with his bicep.

His hand goes back to its position on your stomach from earlier, continuing to rock your bodies back and forth.

Your sweaty bodies move together repeatedly. It’s so sexy, leaving you two submerged in lust.

He keeps a steady pace, and every so often, you’d squeeze around him during his out-strokes, making him groan in rapture.

To acknowledge the effect you’re having on him, he inches his hand upwards to grip over your breast. His thrusts don’t falter as he starts groping your entire mound, holding onto it while he continuously fucks into you.

“That’s it, baby. Pussy swallowing me so fuckin’ good.” he praises.

You’re nonstop whimpering, breath blown away with every plunge into you.

Eric watches in zeal the way the flesh of your breasts and thighs bounce and jiggle, your body shaking fiercely.

Those mouthwatering noises of yours don’t cease and only grow louder. Every movement means another cry in pleasure out of you. Your mouth is dumbly stuck ajar from getting fucked stupid.

Each sound and action of yours activates his brain chemicals, leaving his senses enhanced due to the intoxicating sexual arousal.

He believes he’s going to give into the full kind-of pressure that’s present. Muscles in the lower parts of his torso are stretching. Sexual goosebumps that have built up creep across the back of his neck, shooting down his spine. Every part of his genitals are tingly, hot, and heavy.

His ragged breaths draw you to turn your head to some degree to look at him. His teeth and jaw are clenching, bulging veins run down along his arms, one of them still gripping your breast, too consumed in the tickling and tension within the base of his cock that’s eating him.

It’s crystal clear that your boyfriend’s about to cum. He’s rapidly driving his length into you, showing your pussy no mercy.

It’s a steamy thrill watching Eric crazed from chasing his release. He looks so hot all desperate, persistently humping into you, panting and tensed-up.

You sneak your fingers towards your swollen cit to amplify your pleasure into overdrive, wanting to cum alongside him.

The relief you get from attending to your puffy clit has you trembling, eyes fluttering from your fucked-out daze. Rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves is like sparks exploding uncontrollably. Your brain is mush, not being able to breathe regularly alongside your boyfriend as you continuously cry out.

You start to feel his cock twitch. It thickens and swells for a mere few seconds, and that signals that you’re about to be milked.

His mouth hangs open as he tenses up, bloated, hot cock finally busting burning semen.

He lets out broken moans of relief, whining out your name as he’s jerking into you and pulsating every half second or so, shooting hot wads of cum with every pulse.

His spasms trigger your own orgasm, exploding with your own fluid. Your inner muscles clench hard, legs flex, pulse elevates, back arches, and toes curl. Your eyes are glossy, vision blurred, and you’re mumbling repeatedly breathless whines from finally reaching that peak.

“Oh my god, Eric!” your voice cracked.

He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his own breath, now overly sensitive with his cock still burrowed inside your soaked, baked pussy.

“I’m right here, princess. Shit— I got you.” he rasps.

He’s gentle but immediately pulls out of you after you each crash, making you two groan at the sensation of his length pull out of you, everything so sensitive.

You feel limp, body and mind numb. That sex with your lover was fulfilling, but it’s left you exhausted. Same goes for Eric.

Your eyes are shut as you roll over to him, much like earlier, and he helps adjust you to lay on top of his body.

Each of your bodies is covered in sweat, still hot all over, and your pussy is leaking with both of your fluids running down— even now getting on Eric, but who cares? Cuddles are very much necessary after sex.

He holds onto you tightly, rubbing your back as you lay your head on his naked chest. No words are exchanged momentarily as you’re listening to each other’s heartbeats and breathing, attempting to calm down.

You could practically nod off comfortably even with your sticky body resting over his own, until he speaks up.

“I’m so sorry for neglecting you, honey. Everything I do is for you. Gonna make it up to you.” he says softly.

Your heart softens upon hearing his words, prompting you to raise your head up slightly, peering up towards him, who’s already looking down at you.

A hand of yours reaches up to nest in the nape of his neck, entangling your fingers with the hair that resides there.

“Hey, I know. Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing for being such a brat.” you scoff at yourself for your whiny and clingy actions, even if you did end up gaining his attention like you desired. And you’d lowkey do it again.

“You’re such a driven, hard worker and I admire the hell out of that. I’m so proud of you. I just missed you, and I get worried when my handsome boy works too hard.” you continued, tone sincere and affectionate.

His lips curl upwards as he chuckles softly, his pupils shyly darting away from you as you compliment and gush over him. You just pout your lips cutely at him to tease him before pressing a kiss over his perspiring chest.

“Plus, you already made it up to me.” you smirked, then bursted into small giggles, throwing your head back in laughter as your cheeks flushed.

Fuck, you’re so damn cute. How is it possible that his heart grow any fonder for you still? It’s like the angels sing when he hears your voice, his body glowing when around you. Every stress or concern of his fades away when he’s with you.

Your giggles make him grin like a fool, stupidly in love with everything you do. He lifts his head up to lean into your face, signaling that he wants to meet your lips.

You pucker you lips slightly to give him a light kiss. One, two, three times before you’re both satisfied and content for now.

“I love you so much, sweet baby.” his eyes twinkle with endearment. His hands still hold onto you and run over your spine, fingertips dancing over your bare skin.

Those words mean so much to you, over and over again. No matter how many times he tells you. Every time, it makes you melt.

“I love you too, ‘ric.” warmth filled your cheeks and heart as you inched up to nose into his neck. Your head burrows into the crook of it, making yourself at home. There’s no where else you’d rather be.

For only a minute, you two cuddled in comfortable silence before Eric spoke up again.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Can you scratch my back?”

At his request, you elevate yourself to look at him once again. Smiling, you grab hold of his chin and can’t resist in leaving a feathery kiss on his cheek. “Of course, babe.”

His eyes light up like an excited puppy, beaming at the thought of one of his favorite activities— you kindly dragging your nails over one of his hard-to-reach spots.

You two immediately switch places. He settles himself over you, flopping his head to rest on its side, getting comfortable. His hair tickles your neck while his facial features rest upon your shoulder.

When settled, you finally bring a hand to start stroking his back. You start off with shifting your hand into a claw and make overlapping circles around his back, just the way he likes.

Eric’s body feels instantly lighter and your touches bring him so much relief. He groans in pleasure once you get in the groove of it, your light scratches and rubs stimulating millions of nerve endings.

“Happy?” you teased as he wasn’t shy in vocally expressing how your scratching was doing wonders for his back.

“Feels so good.” he mumbles, feeling soothed and safe under your touches. At this rate, he could be lulled to sleep.

You hum in response, continuing your ministrations contentedly. You must admit, you loved pampering your boyfriend. He always treated you like a princess, so it only made sense that you give him equal attention and care.

Though, you know that he could fall asleep any minute now knowing that your scratches are apparently too relaxing that it drifts him off with ease— especially after working nonstop today, and then fucking you right after.

You two are still naked and have yet to go clean up. You’d hate to ruin this dear moment, but you guys have got to clean yourselves up and use the bathroom.

“Hey, we should probably go clean off, babe.” you voice, hoping he hasn’t fallen asleep yet.

“Just a few more minutes.” he sighs into your shoulder, voice groggily, indicating that he’s ready to pass out.

You let out a groan straight away.

“I’ll even carry you… please?” he begs, rubbing his cheek and nose cutely against your shoulder.

You just shut your eyes as you still continue to scratch him, trying not to roll your eyes, knowing that there’s a possibility that he’ll fall asleep in minutes.

But he needed this moment. I guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

“Okay.” you weakly huff out, giving in. “Just a few more minutes.”

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Policy & Procedure | Part 2 | Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Reader | 2.1k words

Now that you've settled in as Bucky's assistant his feelings continue to grow, is he imagining that you like him too? Taking the opportunity to get out of the office for a while, you get to know each other better. But an invite to a political event has Bucky doubting how you feel.

Warnings: Bucky is a down bad and his thoughts are definitely nsfw. Little hint of jealousy, briefest mention of bratting, Bucky is a bit angsty at the end.

Masterlist | Policy & Procedure Masterlist | <-Part 1 | Bucky Barnes

"Good morning, Mr Barnes, how was your weekend?"

Did you always have to look so bright eyed and bushy tailed? Always so perky. God he shouldn't have thought perky now he was imagining your pert nipples beneath those lacy bras you always wore.

"Great, caught up with some friends, how was yours?" He tried to keep his eyes down, he really did, but he couldn't help watching you.

"Went out with some friends too, there's a new bar across the road, that guy Charlie from down the hall invited me." You were still messing with his morning paper, lining it up with his coffee and a croissant that he hadn't asked you to get, but you'd brought anyway for some reason.

A bar. With friends. With Charlie, the up start little jerk from the office down the hall.

"Careful with that guy." Bucky warned before he could stop himself.

"Yeah? Why?"

You stopped, nails newly manicured in a soft pink settled on the flare of your hips. Bucky shook out his paper.

"'Cause he's a little shit, that's why, he couldn't possibly deserve a date with you. You're-" Bucky stopped, looking at you over the broadsheet, "you're a very intelligent and beautiful woman, who deserves better. If that's okay for me to say." Bucky could feel himself blushing under the starched collar of his shirt.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other and dropped your hands from your hips. "Thanks."

With a soft click you turned and headed towards the door, stopping with your hand on the jamb.

"Out of interest, who do you think would deserve a date with me?" You asked, pointedly.

Was Bucky imagining the way your eyes drifted from his hand, clenching the paper far too tightly, and down his chest.

"I guess that's up to you," he shrugged and you gave him a coy smile before closing the door.

Bucky turned the invitation over again, how strange it was to live his life. A no one, a solider, a assassin, a villain, a no one again and now, invited to the White House for an event celebrating the anniversary of the second snap.

The paper was embossed, gold leafed, and far too heavy in his hands.

"Everything alright, sir?" You asked quietly, seated neatly on a chair to the side of his desk, your notebook in hand and pen poised.

It was hot again today, sweltering, why anyone thought it was a good idea to build the seat of government on a fucking swamp was beyond him. You'd discarded your usual skirt suit in favour of a linen dress, still black though. He'd only realised it wasn't Office Polycotton when you'd been close enough to hand over his coffee.

He'd shucked off his jacket before lunch and had spent the rest of the afternoon with his sleeves rolled up. If your eyes had lingered on his left arm, he hadn't sensed any fear or malice in your gaze. In fact, you'd smiled at him and offered to dig out a fan from the store room. In the end you'd had to open all the windows instead, letting the equally hot air blow through the room for any hint of relief.

"Yes, sorry, where was I?" Bucky wiped his palms on his trousers.

"We were taking notes for your speech, sir. But I could get you a coffee or a water, if you needed to take a break?"

He wanted a sleep, that's what he wanted, he wanted to lay down in the dark under his desk and sleep for a week. Was he getting a migraine? Could he get migraines?

"Really, are you okay, Mr Barnes? Should I get someone?"

Bucky closed his eyes and tipped his head back, exhausted, expecting you to leave and come back with Sharon.

But instead he felt your palm against his forehead and then, the cool feeling of a wet napkin, dabbing at his temples. He cracked one eye open.

You were perched on the desk, legs crossed away from him, leaning forwards with a frown crinkling between your brows.

"You should really take better care of yourself, sir. We can't have you falling asleep in the middle of your acceptance speech."

Bucky reached up and took hold of your wrist, your pulse fluttering beneath his fingers, and you stopped, staring at him.

The second stretched on and Bucky knew he'd passed from polite, through awkward and into something else. Your heart rate increased and you drew in a deep breath, your chest rising right at his eye level. All of the sound and air had been sucked out of the room, nothing but your heart beat, the world blurred at the edges.

"Mr Barnes?"

Your voice was soft and low, a whisper, and his cock hardened in his slacks. Your mouth was slightly open, your pink tongue flicking out to lick your bottom lip nervously.

"I can't get sick, don't worry."

"You can still be exhausted though," you slid off the desk, so close he could feel your leg brush against his, why couldn't you just slide into his lap instead, "please take care of yourself. Should I call your car?"

"No, that won't be necessary. I'll just go and wash my face, then we can get back to the speech."

Bucky dropped your hand and the world started again, the printer beeping beyond the door, the hum of the computer and the trickle of sweat that beaded by your neck and slid down slowly between your cleavage.

"God it's too hot for speeches. Want to sneak out and get ice cream instead?" Bucky smiled, allowing his desire to flirt with you to win out - just this once.

"We can't do that," you whispered.

"Of course we can."

"But Sharon-"

"Hey, who's the boss, Sharon, or me?" Bucky raised an eyebrow and revealed in the way you giggled.

"You, I guess, sir."

"Exactly - but let's go out through the french window because Sharon will kill me if she knows I'm not working on this speech."

Ice cream was such a bad idea.

Bucky watched a drop of vanilla slide over the edge of your cone and down over your knuckles before you lapped it up. His imagination ran wild.

"Thanks for skipping with me." Bucky licked his Oreo cookie ice cream off the little plastic spoon and tried to ignore the fact you were looking at him too.

Was that a flirtatious smile? Or wishful thinking?

"Thanks for inviting me." You kicked your legs, feet bare and splashing in the water.

You'd taken a short drive away from the office towards the Potomac and bought ice creams from a vendor under the cherry trees. They weren't in bloom anymore, but some of the late flowers still shifted like waves when the breeze caught them and the trees overhead were a welcome natural shade. You'd kicked your shoes off immediately, sitting right at the edge of the water and sighing with your eyes closed.

Bucky was in so much trouble.

The more time he spent with you, the worse it was going to be for you both when it all went wrong.

"Thanks for agreeing to come, to be honest, I'm not used to all this-" he tugged at his tie, loosening it from it's death grip around his neck and then shrugged out of his shirt.

He wasn't quite sure why he'd decided to wear something so dark on such a hot day, but it felt nice to be in just his undershirt instead of the many formal layers he was required to wear now.

"I'd rather be outside. But then -" he shrugged, taking a spoon of ice cream, "I'd rather not watch the country descend into chaos or see other people go through what my friends did. So here we are."

"I really admire you for that."

You said it plainly and with no hint of obsequiousness.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, you could do anything right. But you choose to help. It's who you are, I can see it. You can't help yourself but help." You laughed a little and flicked the water with your feet again.

"Thank you."

You sat in silence for a while, enjoying the heat of the afternoon now you weren't trapped in an office, before you spoke again.

"Speaking of invitations."

"Oh god, I bought you an ice cream, I thought that'd buy me at least ten minutes without thinking about that invite."

"Well, it's been twelve…"

Bucky looked at you sternly and, where others always became nervous, even when he was joking, you tapped his arm with the back of your hand and laughed.

"Don't blame me! But are you going, I have to tell them, and you have a plus one so you need to tell me your girlfriend's name so I can add her to the security list.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He said quickly.

Bucky went prickly all over, already hot from the sun his body seemed completely incapable of dealing with his embarrassment.

"Good to know. Well, whoever you're taking, you need to let me know by tomorrow evening, okay?"

"Sure, sure."

"Mr Barnes?"

"Yes?"

Bucky looked up from his speech, he'd written half of the words why couldn't he remember them?!

"The invite."

"What about it?"

"I need to RSVP in the next half an hour."

"I'm not going."

"Mr Barnes, I really think you should go." You crossed your arms and gave him a fierce look.

He melted.

You were just so charming, even more so when you were telling him what to do with that gorgeous pouty look on your fave.

"I said, no."

"I'm going to RSVP yes." You turned to go, heading for the small desk set up just outside of his door.

"Hey, no! I thought we agreed I'm in charge here."

Bucky shoved his chair back and strode across the room, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

"Well that was a lie because I wanted an ice cream, obviously." You looked over your shoulder with a look so flirtatious his knees almost buckled, "Sharon's in charge, and she said you have to go. So, here I am, making sure you RSVP."

He really didn't want to go, but he couldn't deny he was enjoying this sparring with you. God how he wanted to keep going, to have you tease and needle him and, dare he think it, brat. Joaquín thought he was an idiot old man, but he knew some things at least.

And he wanted to know those things with you. He wanted you to misbehave, he wanted to fight you for control, he wanted to grab you and kiss you and show you why you should listen to him.

He squashed the feeling down.

"Sharon is not in charge. Stop that right now."

"And I'll go with you, make sure you actually do attend as well."

You settled at your desk and pulled the invite out, typing in the email and code attached.

Bucky put one hand on the back of your chair, pulling you backwards, and the other on your desk, snatching up the invite.

The office was quiet, almost everyone else had left and Bucky was suddenly conscious of how close you were, his cheek brushing yours as he bent over you, your perfume surrounding him.

He paused and you clicked through the digital invitation, confirming his attendance and then, the plus one. You typed your name out and, before you could hit send, Bucky covered your hand with his own, moving your fingers away from the mouse.

"You can't come with me." He said, gruffly, that sacrificial feeling that always hurt in such a satisfying way building in his chest. He was a controversial campaigner, he was sure he was older than you, grumpy and argumentative and…

"Of course I can, don't be silly, let me RSVP and this time next week the entire thing will be over."

"Come on, you don't wanna be seen with me. If you want to come this badly I'm sure Charlie would invite you." Bucky couldn't stop the slightly petulent tone that had entered his voice.

"This isn't about the event, it's about you, your campaign. I'm your assistant, let me assist you."

You shook his hand off and he let you, he could've taken the entire table away from you, but he wouldn't. Instead he let you spin around, your chin tipped up defiantly.

"It's just about work?" Bucky crossed his arms, just to give his hands something to do that wasn't cupping your face and kissing that pout right off.

"This is about work." You insisted.

"Not the gala?"

"Not the gala, sir." You bit back, turning to the computer and sending your security details, as well as Bucky's RSVP. "I have to go."

You grabbed your bag from under the desk and walked away, heels echoing, and Bucky watched.

It wasn't about the event. It wasn't about him either though. Just work.

Bucky hated how much his heart hurt.

Part 3 ->

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DadBod!Miguel as a brat tamer

You’d been dying to go out dancing for a while now, but your man, Miguel, wasn’t too keen on going. Besides being swamped with work, he also wasn’t really into the scene due to his introverted nature. Not that you were an extrovert nor was it your scene either, however, you did love to dance. You didn’t need to drink or smoke or take those “poppers” or network with a bunch of fakes or whatever. You just loved to dance, and Miguel loves nothing more than to see you happy, so he agreed.

Miguel took you to a really nice spot in the city that played some salsa and reggaeton bangers. For Miguel, the smile plastered on your face made all the loud music and over-bearing people worth dealing with.

“Alright, mama, the floor is all yours. I’ll be waiting here.” He uses his lips to motion at a small table off to the side. Attached to his arm, you look up at him with a frown.

“You sure you don’t wanna dance with meeeee?” You bat your eyes, using one last effort to get him on the dance floor, but alas, he wouldn’t budge. To ease the disappointment, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and tells you to have fun, and that he gets more joy out of watching you instead.

Making your way into the crowd, one of your favorite songs comes on and you immediately get into it, and like sew, you find a group of those sweet girls that are complete strangers but end up being your best friends by the end of the night because that’s how nights at the club go.

You all dance with each other, singing/screaming the lyrics at each other. Y’all salsa dance with each other, swaying your hips, letting loose. You’re having a blast, but a part of you still wishes that Miguel was dancing with you.

You glance over at the small table where he sits with his legs spread wide open, his black slacks that fit his thick thighs and ass perfectly, and his belt hugging his wide waist, his soft belly the cherry on top. His black top is buttoned up except for the top four, letting his chest hair peek. The long sleeves are fighting for their lives as they try to contain his bulging muscles. He makes the table look so small. His dress shoes are just as shiny as the thin, gold chain around his neck. He takes a swig of his drink as he looks back at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. You smile at him when you decide to give him a show.

Miguel lets his mouth sit slightly open as he watches you dance, your ass jiggling through the thin fabric of your dress. Whilst enjoying your show, he’s simultaneously looking around, making sure no one makes a move on what’s his.

The song comes to an end and a more slow one begins. You start seeing people couple up and you look at Miguel again, your hand motioning for him to come to you.

Miguel shakes his head and raises his hands in refusal, but you’re not giving up.

It’s corny, but you start lassoing a pretend rope, miming as if you’re pulling him onto the dance floor. This wins a chuckle from him, but he doesn’t get up, shaking his head ‘no’. You drop your hands in defeat then make a tear drop motion with your finger on your face and pout. He pouts as well, and mouths ‘I love you’ as a sorry for not wanting to dance.

You chuckle back and roll your eyes, walking toward the table.

“You’re really not gonna slow dance with me? Not even a little bit?” You ask with your hands on your hips.

“Baby, you know I’m not a dancer.” He says, grabbing your hand to rub circles on with his thumb.

“I’m not asking you to be a dancer, I’m asking you to hold me and step side to side with me for like 2 minutes.” You cross your arms, actually getting upset now.

“How about this, I’ll slow dance with you when we get home, alright?” He speaks lovingly, trying to compromise his own insecurities so that you were happy. You let out a short sigh, “You’re acting like an old man…” Miguel wasn’t amused by that comment, but he knows you’re just giving attitude at this point. “ay beba, por favor, no seas asi conmigo…” he tuts, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer in between his legs, his thumbs making circles on the fat of your hips.

“No, that’s fine. Be like that then.” You pull away from his hands to turn on your heel, going back to the dance floor.

Everyone is already paired up, and you look around awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy.

He’s absolutely nothing compared to your Miguel but you guess he’ll do for now. You smile at him and begin dancing with him. It’s bachata, so your hips are extremely close to his, his hands tightly grabbing your waist to keep you tightly against his own body.

The glass in Miguel‘s hand could’ve broken had he squeezed any tighter.

You paid no mind to him, but you could feel Miguel’s eyes practically burning a hole into you. Maybe next time, he won’t think twice about dancing with you now.

He thinks about just running in there and ripping the guy to shreds, but he knew better than to embarrass his girl in public like that. He’ll have a talk with you later, privately.

2 hours go by and Miguel sits miserably at his seat after watching you dance with strangers. When you walk back to the table tiredly, you see how pissed Miguel looks.

“Okay… I’m ready to go home!” You’re breathing hard from dancing. Miguel is silent and cold, but still stands to take your hand and walk you out of the club, holding your purse, carrying your shoes, and letting you wear his jacket.

The whole ride home is quiet and his hand that is usually on your thigh isn’t there. You know why. You felt bad, but you never asked much of him, and the one thing you ask for, he wouldn’t give to you.

Still feeling guilty, you try to start conversation in the car, about what to possibly cook for dinner or if y’all needed any groceries, but he just kept facing the road, his brows furrowed and hands clutching onto the steering wheel.

Once you two get home, you reach for your car door handle, but Miguel spits out a curt ‘wait’. Miguel hates when you open doors for yourself. That’s his job, the gentleman. He leaves the car to go over to your side to open the door, but when he does, he stands in your path, and you’re not able to get out, “Care to explain to me what all that was?” His speaks with authority.

“What do you mean?” You play slick. You knew your boyfriend was a giant teddy bear at heart, but sometimes… it was fun pushing his buttons.

“Que tu creer? The stunt you pulled at the club, that’s what I’m talking about.” You’re really trying him, but Miguel is doing his best to control his temper.

“I was just dancing. I asked you if wanted to and you said no, so-“ and in less than a second, Miguel’s pulled you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house.

You laugh hysterically, kicking your feet, calling out his name and telling him to put you down. Oh, he was mad. You were laughing, but none of this was funny to Miguel.

“o, bueno, entonce baile con un cabron, right?”His voice starts to raise and his blood begins to boil as he walks through the front door and makes way to y’all’s bedroom.

He throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing on the softness of the comforter as you let out some giddy chuckles.

“Jealous?” You smirk, having a little too much fun with this.

“You think this is funny? Cuz’ I don’t.” His lips don’t curl even a bit, which meant you were in for it. You watch him start to unbuckle his pants, biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together.

Just when he was gonna pull down his slacks and briefs, you gasp when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you open. He basically rips your panties off to find that you’re already starting to drip. “Puta madre, you’re so needy…” he hisses under his breath while he pulls down his briefs, revealing his own dripping, hard mess. He goes to pump himself, inches away from your heat. Watching him fuck his own hand so close to your entrance, you needed some type of relief, so you reach for your clit, but Miguel is quick to catch it and hold it above your head, pinning your other hand shortly after, “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do that. Not tonight, baby.”

His vice on your wrist is tight, making you squirm under him while he thrusts into his one hand, your wrists pinned against the pillow in the other.

His breathing picks up as he edges to his climax, the squelching of his pre-cum in his hand ringing in your ears. He purposefully moans and whimpers into the shell of your ear, putting you through absolute torture. “You don’t like it, do you? Not getting what’s yours? Huh?” He breathlessly speaks between each pound into his fist, your moans becoming more desperate. You can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body weeping for his fat cock.

“Mig, please, pleaseeeee… not fairrrrr,” you beg, wriggling under his grasp, his belly grazing yours every time you arch your back. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and any time you tried lifting your cunt closer to his dick, he’d pull away so you wouldn’t reach, and you’d whine in defeat.

“Not fair? Dancing with some idiot when I told you to wait ‘til we get home isn’t fair.” He growled. With a small whimper, he did one last, slow thrust into his hand before he could combust, edging himself because he wasn’t gonna let you have the pleasure of having his come all over your stomach. Not yet.

He lets go of your hands and positions himself on his knees, moving closer to your leaking cunt. Getting hot, he unbuttons his top and throws it across your shared bedroom, unveiling his now glistening dad bod. You thought you could come just from the sight.

“Fuck, had you not acted up, I’d be devouring this… mierda…” his mouth waters from how wet you were, but he had to stand on business. You flinched when you feel one of his thick fingers drag along your folds, from the bottom to top. When his middle finger meets your pulsing clit, he draws small circles on it, making you whine, “Miguel! Please, I’m sorryyyy, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

Your eyes are wide shut and your mouth completely open when he starts quickly shaking his forefingers against your clit, your juices flying and falling onto his lap. Miguel takes your moans as indications that you’re close, so just when you’re about to come,

He stops.

You literally cry when he pulls away his hand, a smirk growing on his face, “Mig, I- please, I can’t- I can’t, I’m sorryyy,” you plead for his fat cock, which is practically hovering over your aching heat.

He lowers himself to you, his hands gripping onto the softness of your waist. This allows you to feel his length against your pelvic bone, twitching and wet.

“Sorry for what?” He glares down at you, waiting for your reply.

“Sorry for being mean… just wanted to dance with my man, is all,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I won’t do it again, I promise. Please, fuck me?” Your eyes wide with innocence and pleas, you push over Miguel’s heart. You play with his chest hair as he scans your body, thinking if he should accept your apology.

“Coño… such a brat. I’ve spoiled you, you know that?” His voice softens, lining himself up with your hips.

“Because you love me!” You baby talk back to him, batting your lashes at him knowing you’re finally gonna get what you wanted.

“I do. Too much.” Is what he breaths out before rooting a hot, tongued kiss. He groans into your mouth when he starts grinding his cock against your folds, with the addition of your hand pulling on his curly locks on the back of his head.

He pulls away, a string of saliva breaking as he looks down to guide his puffy tip to your entrance. He brings his lips to your ear again and as he slides his dick in, he simultaneously grunts in your ear, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Giving you no time to adjust, he pounds your pussy into tomorrow. The room full with your pornographic moans as well as Miguel’s, the lewd squelching, and the bed creaking. If he went any harder, he’d break it.

Miguel has your legs pushed against your chest now, putting you in a panting mess. He bunched up your dress so that your skirt was up to your midriff and the neckline sat right below your bouncing tits. The way his tip meets your spot every time had you seeing stars and yelping high-pitched gibberish. His happy trail and lower belly slapping against your clit was the cherry on top of everything.

After groaning in your ear, Miguel whispers again, “Am I still an old man, Beba? Huh?” His lip curls as he watches you go dumb from his cock.

You didn’t even bother answering him because all you could think about was how good he was filling you.

He slaps your ass and this snaps some sense into you, somewhat bringing your gaze to his. “Answer me, baby.”

Your voice shakes from the rigor of his thrusts, but you still manage a, “N-no, baby… no…” While you were somewhat right, Miguel was still technically older than you, but that didn’t stop him from fucking you like a horny college boy. The man knew how to fuck and make you come.

“That’s right, mama… fuuck…” Miguel lets a couple more groans out, his ability to be so vocal helping the coil in your stomach unfurl.

“Baby, I’m- I’m gonna c- I’m gonna come…” you barely get it out in a whisper.

Miguel slaps your ass again, “louder.”

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, your climax about to explode, but Miguel feels you clench.

“ay, diablo… you liked that, didn’t you? Squeezing me s’good…” he slaps your ass one more time before you let out a series of ‘yes’, your hips stuttering against his.

Miguel drags out his own high, slowly pumping in and out of you as he groans into your ear, “Mmmfuckkkk mami…”

He pulls out slowly as to not hurt you, his juices mixed with yours, eventually leaking out. After telling you how good you were and placing a loving kiss to your cheek, He grabbed some tissues on the night stand and cleaned you both up.

“Hey, I really am sorry about earlier. I feel bad for how I acted.” You finally catch your breath, speaking sweetly to Miguel who was changing into a clean set of boxers. He had put you in one of his t-shirts that fits oversized and grabbed a pair of panties for you.

Miguel insists on getting you everything and doing everything for you. When he said he spoiled you, he meant it. He took off your dress and dressed you, he wiped your face with toner, got you some water, everything. You were his queen.

“Mamita, please, I should be sorry for not dancing with you.” He coddled you, pulling you to his chest. No bed sheet or pillow could compare to his soft stomach. “Well, still, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You look up at him from his chest and he looks down at you, his hand rubbing your back underneath your shirt.

He lets out a soft chuckle, “It’s alright, mama. Besides,” he turns over to his side, making you two face each other and he whispers, “I can just fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder while he lets out a velvety laugh.

Even though the space between y’all is minimal, it is still too far for Miguel’s liking, so he wraps you in his burly arms, your leg instinctively slinking over his waist. His laughter dies down, your own giggling coming to a stop, and he just whispers, “You know I love you, right? So much, it’s crazy.” Which makes you smile like an idiot, so you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too, viejito.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scowl and you laugh.

But his expression melts when you kiss his nose as a quick save. Not enough, Miguel cups your face for a full kiss. It was a less passionate kiss, but a long, loving one, putting the perfect seal to an incredibly romantic and intimate moment.

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Jack Hughes x reader she's being a brat and being pissy👀

PISSY - J.HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

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warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack Hughes, the rising star of the NHL, is used to facing challenges on the ice. However, tonight's challenge was different. As he walked through the door of his apartment, he was greeted not by the cheering of fans or the camaraderie of his teammates, but by the piercing silence and palpable tension of his girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N sat on the couch, her arms crossed, glaring at the TV. She didn't even bother to look up when Jack entered. He could sense the storm brewing just by her body language. He let out a soft sigh, dropped his bag by the door, and made his way over to her.

"Hey, babe," he said gently, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss. "Don't 'hey, babe' me," she snapped.

Jack raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her tone. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Y/N finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes blazing with frustration. "You really don't know, do you?" she asked incredulously.

Jack's mind raced, trying to figure out what he might have done wrong. He had been so busy with practices and games lately that he barely had time to think about anything else. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I've been really swamped with hockey. Did I miss something important?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly not satisfied with his response. "You missed everything important, Jack! You missed our anniversary dinner last night. You missed the plans we made for today. You missed being present in this relationship!"

Jack's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about their anniversary. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget. It's just been so hectic with the season starting. Can we please talk about this?"

Y/N stood up, shaking her head. "Talk about what, Jack? How you always put hockey first? How I'm always second in your life? I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you."

Jack reached out to her, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch. "Y/N, that's not true. You mean everything to me. I know I've been absent, and I promise I'll make it up to you. Please, just give me a chance."

She sighed, her anger starting to wane, replaced by sadness. "It's not just about making it up, Jack. It's about consistency. I need to know that you care, not just when it's convenient for you."

Jack felt a pang of guilt. He knew she was right. He had been so consumed by his career that he had neglected their relationship. "You're right, Y/N. I've been a terrible boyfriend, and I'm sorry. I want to do better. I will do better."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She saw the remorse in his eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. "You promise?"

"I promise," he said earnestly, taking her hands in his. "Let's start over. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us. No hockey, no distractions. Just us."

She gave him a small smile, nodding. "Okay, Jack. Let's try again."

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The restaurant was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for their date. Jack had made sure to pick a place that was private enough for them to enjoy their time without being interrupted by fans or paparazzi. He held Y/N's hand as they were led to their table, determined to make this night special.

As they sat down, Jack couldn't help but notice the tension still lingering in Y/N's posture. He decided to address it head-on. "Y/N, I want tonight to be about us, but I also want to understand how you're feeling. I know I haven't been there for you, and I want to know what I can do to make it right."

Y/N appreciated his effort, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Jack, I need you to understand that it's not just about one missed dinner. It's about feeling like I'm always competing with your career for your attention. I support your dreams, but I need to feel like I'm a part of your life too."

Jack nodded, taking in her words. "I get that. And I know I need to find a better balance. Maybe we can set aside specific days or times where it's just about us, no matter what."

Y/N looked thoughtful, considering his suggestion. "That could work. But it's not just about the time, Jack. It's about the effort. I need to feel like you want to be with me, not just because you have to."

Jack reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I do want to be with you, Y/N. More than anything. I know actions speak louder than words, and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me."

She squeezed his hand, feeling a bit more reassured. "Okay. But if you break this promise, Jack, I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"I won't break it," he said firmly. "I swear."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, with Jack and Y/N talking and laughing, slowly reconnecting. By the end of the night, the tension had melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope for their relationship.

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In the following weeks, Jack made a conscious effort to keep his promise. He scheduled regular date nights, made sure to check in with Y/N throughout the day, and even surprised her with little gestures to show his appreciation. It wasn't always easy balancing his demanding career with his relationship, but he was determined to make it work.

Y/N noticed the change and felt herself starting to trust Jack again. She saw how hard he was trying and appreciated his efforts. However, she still had moments where she felt insecure and needed reassurance.

One evening, after a particularly tough game, Jack came home exhausted. He found Y/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. He collapsed next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Long day?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But it's better now that I'm home with you."

She smiled, but a hint of her earlier frustration resurfaced. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm competing with your fans too. It's hard to see you surrounded by people who adore you when I feel like I'm struggling to get your attention."

Jack lifted his head, looking into her eyes. "Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone. My fans are great, but they don't hold a candle to you. You're the one I come home to, the one I want to share my life with. You're my priority."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss him. "I just need to hear that sometimes. Thank you, Jack."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll remind you as often as you need. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Jack," she whispered, feeling more secure in their relationship than she had in a long time.

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As time went on, Jack and Y/N continued to work on their relationship. They faced challenges, but they also experienced moments of joy and growth together. Jack learned to balance his career and personal life better, and Y/N learned to trust in his commitment to her.

One night, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, Y/N turned to Jack with a mischievous grin. "You know, you've been doing pretty well at keeping your promises. But there's still one thing I need."

Jack looked at her, curious. "What's that?"

She leaned in close, her voice teasing. "I need you to make me feel special right now. Show me how much you care."

Jack's eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of playful challenge. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can manage that."

He scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal with delight. "Jack! Put me down!"

He carried her to their bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. "Not a chance. Tonight, it's all about you."

Y/N giggled, her heart swelling with love for the man who had shown her how much he cared. As Jack leaned in to kiss her, she knew that they had overcome their struggles and come out stronger on the other side.

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Oh, poor little Kaveh.. He deserved it, really.

For always paddling along, voice cracking with every flourish of his arms as he complained on and on about the Nth horrendous client he'd picked up that month. For causing a scene at the front door, scowling deep and poking Alhaitham in the chest with his pointer finger, scolding the man for leaving him out without a key again. For arguing with you on the public notice board about your thesis a g a i n.

For looking so pretty all the goddamn time, leaving poor You and poorer Alhaitham to fend off the aching, pooling swamp of hot arousal. Kaveh had a grip on you, always managing to cause a fluster, a kickstart of your heart, sending the poor organ into overdrive. 

It all finally boiled over.

On one seemingly lazy afternoon, there sat you, nearly dozing into the pages of a book in the warm beam of the sun through the stained glass. Nearby, Alhaitham crosses his leg over the other, reaching over and hooking his fingers around the vessel that held his tea. All was peaceful.. Until it wasn't.

The rough metallic jingle of keys scrapes against the front door before the wood scrapes open and closes with a hearty thud. The bossy footsteps of Kaveh waddle through the front room, clearly laced with irritation.

“Afternoon Kaveh-” You start before being immediately cut off.

“Take your shoes off before entering, Kaveh.” Alhaitham chastises without even lifting his eyes from his page. A scoff resounds through the room.

“Please, with the day I’ve had you ought to cut me some slack you know? I come home and you're sitting around, do you even know what I do in a day?” Here he goes.. Again.

“I get things done when I’m supposed to. Now, go entertain yourself elsewhere, we’re reading.” At this point, Alhaitham was purposely riling him up. Surely. 

“You know what, you’re probably not even reading anything all that substantial.” Kaveh flicks his draping cape over his shoulder and begins marching through the hallway. Alhaitham instantly snaps his head towards you.

Welp. That was it. If Kaveh was going to act< like a Brat, then they would treat him like a Brat. 

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Almighty Archons, please just have mercy and smite him already. Kaveh couldn't even remember how he had gotten himself into this position. His knees sting and ache as they press into the scratchy Persian rug Alhaitham had ever so graciously brought into the home. The pattern clashed with everything in sight, he nearly ought to voice it. If his mouth wasn't occupied at least. His jaw aches as he engulfs the soft heat of your pussy, tongue ever so eagerly pressing past your entrance, nose digging into the swell of your clit. Kaveh itches to rake his hands over your plushy thighs, to sink his fingertips into your skin, press your pretty self into the divan below. He nearly attempts it, almost forgetting the poor state of his wrists.

Kaveh’s dainty, milky wrists scrape against whatever barbaric binding Alhaitham decided to wrap him up in. His poor joints sting in apprehension, throat nearly whining as he attempts to pull against it. He barely manages to focus on the sensation, not before a firm hand wraps its fingers through his hair. The digits wind their way through the strands of his locks, twisting dangerously close to his scalp. A pressure builds, the fingers tug hard, carding his head forward, forcing him to bury his face deeper into the sweet, wetness of your pussy. Kaveh can't help but moan out loud, keening airily into your core as Alhaitham’s firm grip tugs him hard. 

“Don't get distracted now.” Alhaitham’s voice burns in his ear, ever so leveled in order and authority. A hot shiver spikes through Kaveh’s neck, tingling down his arms, barbed in an aching sting. He engulfs his mouth over the sweet bud of your clit, his neglected cock twitching hard as you moan out. His pretty face mashes into your cunt, dribbling sweet slick over his cheeks and down his chin. Poor Kaveh could barely keep his eye on you, bleary and tearful pools of carmine nearly falling cross-eyed. Your hand comes to join Alhaitham's, caressing over the strands of hair that fall over his forehead with a newfound softness, completely unlike the tight pull of the other man. 

“..s’ a good boy… isn't he..?” Your soft voice breaks through the sticky sounds of Kaveh's tongue against your cunt. 

“He's enjoying himself..” Alhaitham rasps back. Throaty moans dribble off of Kavehs tongue as he eagerly laps and kisses at your puffy little clit. His cock jumps and aches at every little noise you make, the squirmy crane of your hips, the hot press of your thighs against his ears. He bucks his own hips into nothing, fucking pitifully into the air, yearning for any little sense of friction - One touch and he was gone, he was sure of it. 

A hand pulls him back by his hair, fingers twisted through his locks, stinging hard on his scalp. The movement is sudden, snapping his neck backwards, pulling him off of your sweet, gooey pussy. Kaveh’s achy tongue lulls out with a whining moan, a sticky dribble of slick and saliva follows him, stringing from his tongue and down his chin. His carmine eyes go into orbit, rolling prettily, barely focusing on the hot, stern scrunch of Alhaitham’s face peering down at him. Kaveh pants, licking at his slick swollen lips. 

“Enjoying himself a little too much..” Alhaitham's eyes squint. His other hand comes to cup at Kaveh's chin, fingers squishing his cheeks together, nearly slipping at the wild concoction dripping from his lips. Kaveh's neck cranes in Alhaitham's firm hold, pulsing an ache through his ears and behind his eyes. He breathes hard, rivulets of his broken voice barely peeking from his throat.

“Open. Tongue out.” If poor Kaveh's head wasn't absolutely swimming he'd have a comeback for Alhaitham's tone, maybe tell him to use his manners for once. But silly Kaveh just follows, lulling his tongue out just as Alhaitham instructed. 

The moan that gargles from Kaveh's mouth as Alhaitham spits a hot glob of saliva on his tongue should be embarrassing. If it weren't burning hot already, his face would flush red, perhaps he'd even cry a little. Kaveh couldn't care, not with Alhaitham's piercing gaze, gritted jaw tensing down at his pitiful self. Not with your pretty self laid out in front of him, decadent and sweet like sticky pudding, ever so tempting. Alhaitham breathes through his teeth above him.

“Gods… You're all dumb already huh? Didn't take much, Kaveh” Alhaitham's grip tightens on Kaveh's chin, stinging his cheeks, pressure ringing hard in his ears.

“Be nice to himmm~” He barely hears you whine. You shift up, fingers curling over Alhaitham's own, easing up the hot prickling tenseness tethering behind Kaveh's cheeks. His eyes barely roll in relief before your lips are on his, tongue lapping eagerly into his mouth, swirling the sticky mess of everyone between the two of you. 

Kaveh’s brain swirls in a whirlwind, half delirious and barely aware, his body screams and aches but his cock just leaks, begging to be touched. Once again, he hardly recalls the exact way he ended up like this. Hands pressed hard into his lower back, steadily going numb under the pressure of his weight. His fingers tingle with spiky pins and needles, the binding on his wrist digs into the soft untouched skin of his back. His chest heaves in his peripherals, glazing into his vision as he stares up at your pretty naked form, straddling him down, pinning his hips to the divan below.

Your pretty pussy dribbles on the tip of his cock, sliding up and down over and over, catching his pudgy head against your clit. Kaveh can't help but watch on, throat never quiet, hiccuping short breaths and whines as you grind on his length. Alhaitham's footsteps trek over the hardwood floors of the house, steadily coming closer. Since when did he disappear? Gods. Kaveh was out of it. 

Through his bleary vision, Kaveh watches Alhaitham hand you something, not before cupping your chin and kissing hard against your lips. Kaveh whines at the involuntary wriggle of your hips, spurred on by the searing kiss of the man above. His head tilts back, eyes shutting with a soft exhale. His chest jumps with every slow breath he attempts to make, shoulders twitching in anticipation. It goes quiet, a short scuffle of feet on the floor and then stillness, it was uneasy, a foreign calm before the storm. Gods, was there a storm.

Kaveh's head snaps upward, eyes wide, lips tensed hard under the pressure of his teeth. His pretty cock tenses and aches, drooling milky strands of pre right onto the folds of your cunt. What was this feeling? A hot buzz, pressed right into the sensitive underside of his cock, nestled sweetly against his pretty pink head. Your hand presses the device against him, rubbing it in little circles, massaging the sticky curve of his cockhead.

What even was it? Some godforsaken contraption Alhaitham had managed to procure from Fontaine? Gods.. He couldn't care - Not with how wet and sticky you feel on him, rubbing his leaking cock with your pussy. Not with the sweet, sweet buzz of the device shooting achy zaps of pleasure through his sensitive tip. Kaveh's hips squirm, both keening into your sweet wetness and away from the stinging vibrations.

There's a slap to his inner thigh, easily followed by a high yelp from poor Kaveh. Large, warm palms pin his thighs to the divan, a head of grey creeps over your shoulder. There's a glint in Alhaitham's eyes and an unamused tilt to his lips.

“Don't go running away now..” He chastises, nipping into your neck from behind, kissing into the naked skin.

“Jus' too good.. huh Kaveh..~” Your voice crumbles from your lips, soft and breakable. Your hips speed up to prove a point, sliding his length up and down your milky pussy, pressing the vibrator hard into the plushy divet of his cockhead. He watches his cock spurt thick globs of pre, mixing into the sweet mess you've already made on his lap.

“P-Please-” Kaveh manages, his tone cracked in half, barely able to formulate a proper word. His hips buck upward in little fucks, poking your clit with his length. His mouth gapes open and closed, undecided if he wants to lul his tongue out or bite through his glossy, swollen lips. 

“Yeah..? Please w-what..” You speak again, head tilted down, one hand pressed to his chest, the other, circling the device up and down the pretty fold of his tip. 

“Please..! S'too much.. want it in~” Kaveh lulls his head from side to side, openly moaning out, chest stuttering his breaths. A hand wraps around your own from behind. And Kaveh cries. A quick click and the device buzzes harder, pressed firmer into his gushing cock, prickling hot static right into his groin. His eyes lock on his cock, device overtaken by Alhaitham, switching between a firm press and a cheeky massage on his length. Your hips move harder, coating his tip in your sweet cream, dribbling it down his length. Kaveh nearly throws his head back, but fuck, he can't stop watching.

Kaveh's cock pulses hard, throbbing and stinging as Alhaitham bumps the buzzing vibrations up another notch. He openly cries out, eyes doughy and criss-crossed, face surely flushed red. 

“Cant-! Need it in.. In! S'too much-” Poor Kaveh babbles out, shamelessly fucking his cock through the folds of your cunny, surely spreading the buzzing vibration to your clit. He somehow manages to hold in a screaming keen, his last ounce of resolve finally breaking down.

“Im- cum… in! Gonna-! Ahn~” Kaveh spreads his thighs and thrusts, leaning on his elbows, throwing his head back with a sob as he creams all over your pretty pussy. The hot press of the vibrator never lets up, rubbing up and down his spurting length, coaxing him through the hot pulse of his orgasm. His ears ring, barely making out a voice of someone, babbling sweet praises while he cums himself stupid. The God's have mercy on him for a moment, easing up the aching vibrations on his cock. 

It doesn't last long. Kaveh's half hard length easily slips into the sweet hug of your pussy with a little push. His ears burn red, messy cock still spurting pretty rivulets of hot cream right into your warm cunny. 

“Can't! Too much!” He's sure he'll start sobbing. 

“Thought you w-wanted it in me, Kaveh~” You say with a breathy giggle, grinding your hips against his lap. 

“Can’t even take what you begged for..” Alhaitham's rotten tone cuts through his brain. He watches the man start the device up again, now pressing it right into the perky nub of your clit. You keen airily, grinding down on Kaveh's sensitive cock with a newfound vigour, subjecting the poor man to a never ending sting, engulfed in achy pleasure. He moans out as well - Though he wasn't sure he ever stopped - jolting from the ever present vibrations now buzzing through the soft gushy walls of your pussy. 

Kaveh's wrists ache, his stomach twinges every time he flexes his hips, his lips sting from the hard impression of his teeth. Pliant and pretty and ever so stuck in place. Pretty tears glob down his cheeks, eyes closed, rolled into the back of his skull. His throat crackles in a constant stream of whimpers and whines, battered by his voice refusing to shut off. Your hips rock on his faster, voice keening higher and higher. Kaveh can't help but crack his eyes open, watching your pretty form come undone on his pathetic spent cock and the buzzing device. 

Your pretty pussy clenches on him, fluttering hard as you cream right on his length, easily coaxed by Alhaitham behind your form, twiddling and touching you in all the right places. He moans along with you, whining at the hard pulse of your walls on his leaky cock. Gods he ached, in so many places - And yet he found himself sickeningly craving more. More, more. More Alhaitham more you.

He almost protests when you jump off of him, coming to kneel by his head, wiping the sheen of sweat off of his forehead, teasingly nosing into his cheek. He graciously accepts a tender kiss, lapping into your mouth before pulling away with a start. 

Large palms slide up the back of his knees, slowly bending them, pressing his thighs into his chest. Alhaitham licks his own lips, bumping the thick, pudgy head of his cock against Kaveh's pretty, slick hole. Gods, did he want more.

Helloooo~ long time no seeeee ~ ~ A little smth smth for you 😘

I'm hopefully back? Doing my best 😔😩 it's been a while sksk

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[gladiatorcunt]

- ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL !

a swamp for each chamber of my heart

tags: eventual pregnancy but it’s an overall theme, rafebarry centric, transmasc!rafe (anatomy terms: pussy, cunt, cock, hole, tits), mention of top surgery scars, barry calling rafe a dog, degradation, ambiguous ending, dead dove do not eat, messing with the s4 timeline, pregnant!sarah, established rafebarry(fem)reader, mentioned past rafe x jj, mentioned past drug use, implied incest if you squint, possible eventual kidnapping, cheating (on sofia), title from doechii (subtitle from me), consensual but not safe or sane

please do not copy, translate, or feed this work to ai

note: unedited, fresh out out a rut. this is for like 4 people <3333

As if trailing behind his pregnant sister in the sands of Morocco going after more stupid treasure wasn’t bad enough, Rafe’s been feeling on the verge of throwing up for the past week. Ever since he made Barry bend him over the dock and fuck his pussy raw before taking the boat, actually.

He’d missed being high, and had only come to him for the boat at first. Then the sun bounced off his tacky sunglasses and his gold tooth, next thing Rafe knows he’s squirting into the open water below. There was the usual foreplay, biting words meant to goad him into getting his shit rocked. Glares that would eventually turn into glassy eyed vacant stares.

His favorite times are when he gets nose bleeds and a little red trail gushes from his face to drip down between Barry’s hairy balls.

Barry didn’t say anything about not using a condom, or checking to make sure Rafe had his birth control, he’s not the kinda guy that’s gonna pass up on creampieing a brat’s sloppy pussy.

Call it a desperate attempt to baby trap the only family either of y’all have left, if you’re not already pregnant yourself. Barry wonders when Rafe’s gonna circle around to that possibility, but he can wait, because he knows that once his dog catches your scent, there’s only so much time you can spend running.

It’s a small island, a lot of water you could drown in if you get the mind to wander off on your own and get caught in a trap. Maybe someone really does smell different when they’ve got a bun in the oven.

He was even more on edge because you weren’t talking to him or Barry, nah, you thought you were better than them or something and wanted to distance yourself from the treasure hunt mess. Which would be understandable if he wasn’t involved, but he is so you just need to get the fuck over it. Sofia’s just a cover, she’ll outlive her usefulness when Rafe stops being a coward.

Getting stabbed deep in his guts always feels better when you’re there to love on him, sucking his tits and softly pecking all over his face while he cries and gets snot all over in your hair. Barry likes it better that way too, his bitches playing together like the cute lil’ puppies he knows they can be.

So Rafe hobbles onto the boat with cum dripping down his legs and sets off, his mind fractured in a million different pieces, if he tried to put them together he knows the picture they’d make. One that gives him the same weird feeling that he’d get seeing Rose pin wooden ‘Live Laugh Love’ signs to the walls.

When he goes to bed that night, he replays every moment, every movement of Barry’s tongue as he spoke.

“Captain Barry at your service.”

Rafe grunts and rolls over in the rickety bed, cringing as the springs in the mattress groan under his weight. He snakes a hand into his pajama pants, fingers searching for his cock and flicking it. He wishes you were there to suck on it and slide your fingers into his hole, shushing him when he whines that it’s too much because you both know that Barry’s beat his pussy up more than you ever could.

He whimpers into his pillow, caressing his folds and squeezing his meaty thighs together. It’s always easier to reminisce when Barry’s rough, he has bruises and bite marks and cuts to trace and kill himself over and over in. When he’d left, Barry had held him so close that Rafe wasn’t sure that their bodies had ever been apart before then. Sticky wet heat against his groaning back, cauterizing the wounds that he doesn’t remember carrying anymore, the emptiness that outweighs the ache in his cunt.

“Shh.” Barry teased, digging his chin into Rafe’s shoulder, pummeling his fingers into the clutch of his sopping wet hole as he humped his ass. “You keep sayin’ you wanna act tough but you can’t even take being treated like a slut, you’re lucky i like seein’ you cry so much.”

He likes kissing it better afterwards too though, when Rafe’s far gone enough to be malleable and suggestible, pliant and turned in the direction of a better daddy. Barry’ll even make sure he has a sibling too, one that Rafe can’t ever disappoint because you already know where each of his cavities are and you dig into them, kiss after kiss.

“Think you’re gonna know what’s good for you when you can’t run off no more?”

He’s being cleaved open, Barry’s digging through his organs and throwing away the bits and pieces that don’t suit him anymore.

“Ngh- Please, i’m sorry- hurts, keep going, fuck-“ He was dripping onto the dock, mouth in an ‘O’ shape, a warm arm in between his thighs, it’s not enough anymore.

He needs to be bleeding, about to vomit, chunks of his arms and shoulders gnawed at.

Then when his pussy clenched and he was almost there, he’s empty again. The absence of something filling him lasted all of ten seconds until Barry shoved his cock in to replace his fingers, plugging him up. Rafe jerked and choked on his own spit, his eyes shot up to catch the shimmer in the water as the sunlight hit, nearly time for it to set.

Barry brought a hand up to play with his chest, “These tits are gonna get so full, baby boy, our girl and I are always gonna have to drain you dry when they get sore, huh?”

Rafe’s eyes rolled back on a moan, letting Barry’s thrusts send shockwaves up his body, jostling his flesh and causing slight jiggles. His tits already feel like hell all the damn time, Barry’s rough hands smack them around so often it feels weird when they’re left alone. He was gushing around the cock inside him, regretfully easing the slide.

“Yeah,” Barry gritted out as he sped up, clamping one sweaty hand around his throat and the other in the dip where his thigh melted into his hip. “Don’t need no ideas in your stupid fuckin’ head about being hot shit, just need a baby. Babies for my babies.”

Rafe couldn’t do shit but nod eagerly as he took it, awkwardly bent over, one misstep away from going in the water and half in pain but he’d never been this fucking wet in his life. Not with Topper, not with Kelce, not with Sofia, not with that bitch JJ (which was the only time someone has made him bleed more than Barry), not with-

He squeezed his eyes shut, replacing that one with the man who abuses his puffy pussy better. Barry clicked his tongue and took the hand on his hip off, stuffing those fingers down Rafe’s throat, he couldn’t afford letting Rafe set up another house in his own head, as inhospitable as it is.

Rafe moaned gratefully, filled from both ends and forced to quiet down how he secretly likes. He kept his hands off his cock which made Barry generous enough to touch it for him, rubbing tight circles on it as he tried to push his cock deeper into him, wanting to kiss his cervix and power through.

“Be a good bitch and come back, and we’ll go after her, yeah? Gonna bring her ass back so you’re not self concious when you start showin’ and shit-“ Barry cut himself off, holding Rafe’s throat so tight the other man chokes as Barry’s jizz flooded his used pussy.

“Yes, yes, want her, want to watch you knock her up too, oh my fucking god.” Rafe yelled and came again, or maybe it was the first time, he didn’t really remember so many dragonflies were buzzin’ in his skull. “Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.”

Barry made him stay in that position even when his orgasm happened later, making sure his cum could slosh around in his womb and create a cute lil’ baby. Bastard’s probably gonna be the most bloodthirsty infant in the hospital that day, but Barry sure hoped so, he knew damn well who he’d be locking down in every kinda way after all. Marriage vows don’t gotta be on paper to be binding in his humble opinion.

He got that across well enough, stroking his thumbs across Rafe’s top surgery scars when he tied him up on the boat. Petted his hair too because it’s just something he gets the itch to do on occasion, and bent Rafe’s legs far enough to fit his head between so he could bully his cock next. Barry slurped up the custom mix of his and his dog’s cum, groaning, bone deep and raggedly like hot coals were being stroked over his ribs. Making hollow melodic sounds, like windchimes with none of those fancy dangly bits attached.

“I know I can’t say shit about not killing, not anythin’ that would do any fuckin’ good, but watch it.” Barry said and fixed Rafe with a look that added a million different things to the conversation, more loose ends.

“This isn’t about that shit this time, I guess, I don't know. Whatever, all I give a fuck about is the treasure.”

“Don’t I know it. Well, maybe you’ll come back with coke dick again, maybe not. Just fuckin’ be a good bitch and come the fuck back, is all i’m sayin’. You get me?”

“Shit, yeah I get you, alright?”

“Don’t be a stranger, I don’t got nearly enough good quality chains for both you and her.”

His cock twitched and his mound almost throbbed down to the nerve endings at the image, but they both knew Rafe isn’t necessarily the stray dog to really worry about finding its way home. Rafe guessed he could sit on your face to calm you down if you end up actually needing the iron restraints, being smothered always helped settle him back into a stable mood, or uh, stable-ish. Several swipes of his cock through your taste buds and a few jabs at his puckered asshole and you’d be back to normal!

More sand blows in as Rafe plucks his nipples with his free hand, whining because it doesn’t feel the same, his touch isn’t mean enough like Barry’s or condescending enough like yours. He’s pathetic, sniffling into his shoulder and curling his fingers into his pussy, jackhammering away until he feels something other than loneliness. He really fuckin’ hopes Barry’s cum takes, not that he won’t immediately be back like a son who forgives his father, Rafe just wants a family.

He wants his belly to swell, ribbons gently tied around his wrists as you sink down on his wet strap, your belly just as round. Barry’d sit on the edge of the bed and watch you writhe against each other, both of y’all too knee deep into bottom behavior to do much more than hump and cry. He’d lean in, act like he’s gonna kiss ya, then laugh right in your face as he pulls back, only to give it y’all for real when you and Rafe get that same murdery look on your faces.

You have way too similar ones, probably Barry’s fault, but he reeled y’all in and let the hooks in your mouths stay there until they rusted, stuck.

He wants to whine and moan about how sore his tits are, to hear you and Barry coo meanly and take care of it. He wants to know that no matter what happens, there will always be this red string woven between the three of you, doused in gasoline and frayed at both edges but it’s there and like hell will Rafe just let either of you cut it loose. It’s the uncertainty of knowing if Barry will even be around when he gets back that makes him cum, spurting a sad little couple gulp’s worth of watery white fluid.

His hefty thighs bulge around his arm, keeping his hand down so far inside, he resolves to fall asleep filled like that even if he’ll be so uncomfortable he’d rather hop on JJ again to distract from the pain.

Barry forgot to tuck his plugs in his pockets for him so he didn’t think to bring them himself.

[papurgaatika]

Reason Comes on the Common Tongue of Your Loving Me

Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Reader

Minors DNI with my work please !!

A/N: Happy happy mando Monday!!! this has been a long time coming, I started this at the end of March and then got swamped with family and finals and I JUST got some time off to relax thankfully. thank you my loves @joelsdagger and @carlynkurin for beta testing, your screams in the comments continue to feed my delusions. Din Djarin you are my sweet angel baby ilysm. And yes the title is ONCE AGAIN from a hozier song, I didn’t actually mean for it to happen this time but it just felt right. Thank you for reading and i love yall <3

Tags: brat taming, overstimulation, edging, oral (m! receiving), dom reader, dry humping, mild degradation, praise, cumplay, spit kink, d/s dynamics, use of pet names (baby, sweet/pretty boy, sun and moon), Din Djarin loves tummy and thighs (canon, i said so), fluff, a few slaps, no use of Y/N Word count: 2.5k

Summary: A week away from each other leads your sweet boy to act out, forcing you to remind him of the rules.

It had been a long week for both you and Din. He had been out chasing a bounty for about two days longer than either of you had expected, leaving you both pent up and in dire need of each other. He had finally made it back to the crest, covered in dirt, blood, and other substances you weren’t sure you wanted to ask about. You roll over in the bunk to watch him strip his armor off and shoot him a lazy smile. He presses a soft kiss to your head before making his way into the fresher to wash off all the grime that undoubtedly clung to his skin. You hum contentedly and roll back over, still half asleep, but throw the blankets off of your body knowing full well that Din was going to warm the bed up like a furnace and you weren’t going to deal with twice the heat. 

     You were half asleep by the time he walked out of the fresher, and felt him slide up behind you, shifting so that your thighs were pressed up against his. And maker did he love your thighs, especially when he could see the plush of your skin when you wore one of his old shirts. He loved how strong they were, how he could see the muscles while you worked on the crest, how they felt around him when you sat on his face, how soft they were in moments just like these. You giggle lightly when his fingers brush up against a ticklish spot and roll over to face him, pressing a kiss just over the pulse point on his neck. Din tucks his chin over your head and lets his fingers dance over the skin of your waist, moving down to your tummy and just holding you, admiring how lucky he was to be with someone who made him feel this safe. 

     “Missed you, my Moon,” you mumble into his neck, tucking one of your legs over his, biting back a sleepy grin when you can feel his length pressing into you. “You miss me too sweet boy?” You hear him let out a small whimper, nodding when he presses into your thighs again, his cock straining against his pants. “‘S’okay, baby. Go ahead. Want you to feel good for me.” You can barely hear Din mumble out a soft thank you, his voice between a sigh and a moan, before letting himself rut against you. 

     Seeing Din like this was truly exhilarating for you. It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times you saw him like this, there was something special about seeing the difference between him as The Mandalorian and seeing him as Your Din. When you two were in public, under the prying eyes and the weight of him in the armor, his restraint was unmatched. Controlled and reserved, never doing as much as to ask for something he needed, simply taking it. But when it was the two of you, he was truly all yours. Pliant and complacent to the things you ask of him. If you say stop, he stops. If you tell him to keep going, he keeps going. Your good boy. 

    One of your hands makes its way up to stroke his curls, unruly and damp from his shower, and much longer than he likes to keep it; you need to remind him to let you cut it again. Your nails rake against his scalp and you can hear his breaths starting to come out in soft needy pants. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you. He was your good boy, you loved him, but you were also a little mean, whispering that he needs to stop softly into his ear. “Din, enough.” Your voice was growing sterner, not usually having to repeat yourself to him. But there you were, repeating your instructions to your sweet darling boy, who was so close to cumming he could barely comprehend the words leaving your lips. His fingers tighten around your hips, and his lips part open, a broken moan falling from between them as he cums against your thighs. 

    You pull your lips away from his ear and grab his jaw, squeezing and tilting it so that his gaze meets yours. He blinks in an attempt to focus on you, small beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, breathing shaky, blissed out on his orgasm. You raise an eyebrow at him, lips pressed into a thin line, waiting, more patiently than you should, for him to either explain himself or apologize. “Nuh uh, none of that. Look at me.” He refuses to meet your eyes, opting to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck and leave open-mouthed kisses instead of saying anything. “Use your words. What’s the rule, I know that you know what it is.” You twist out of his grasp to sit on top of his hips, a whine leaving his lips when he feels the pressure of your body over his. 

Din’s eyes finally met yours, big brown puppy dog eyes that were almost warm and desperate enough to allow him off the hook. Almost. 

    “‘M’not supposed to cum until you tell me to..” You can see his lips tremble softly, waiting for your response ever so patiently. You shift slightly so that your weight is pressed against his dick, still sensitive and softening inside his pants. 

    You tsk at him lightly and let your eyes rake over his body. He truly was beautiful. All tanned skin, with scars he lets you kiss and muscles you get to massage. All yours. “You know the rules so well but can never seem to follow them, baby..” You let out an exaggerated sigh and shake your head at him. “It’s almost pathetic how needy you get. Can't even wait to let me touch you properly.” You push yourself off of his lap and move to one side of him, shooting him a look when he tries to grab you, before sliding your hands to the waistband of his pants and pulling them off. “Oh baby,” you croon,  “You made such a mess of yourself.” You swipe your fingers across the cum in his underwear and raise them to his lips. “Open.” Din complies immediately, his lips parting and taking your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling across them. You press down on his tongue forcing his mouth open, before leaning down and spitting in his mouth. A strangled moan emits from the back of his throat before you remove your fingers and let him swallow, “Finally following directions. Good boy.” 

    “Now,” you tilt your head, an expression of mock pity plastered to your face, “What am I supposed to do with you now, hmm?” You chew on the inside of your cheek and drum your spit-covered fingers over the toned muscle of his thigh, not touching his cock but sitting close enough that a movement of your fingers sent a shock through his core. “I could.. tie you up and make you watch me get off?” Your hand slides further up his thigh, “Think you’d like that one too much though.” You let your nails swipe softly over his thigh, relishing the feeling of the goosebumps forming on his skin. “I could just not touch you for the foreseeable future, finally teach you how to mind your manners?” 

     The effort he had been making to stay still and composed falters at your words. “Nonononono, please-” You raise your eyebrows at his begging, eyes narrowing as he continues. “Anything else, please I’ll be good I promise.” You let out a small puff of laughter, genuinely amused by his pleas, before giving a kiss to his thigh. 

    “Okay, sweet boy, not that one either then.” Your hand finds its way to his cock and softly palm over it, watching his hips jolt, either into or away from your touch. You aren’t sure that either of you knows which one it truly is. 

    “Fuck-wait-sensitive,” a pitiful whine leaves Din’s mouth. His eyes roll back and shut before snapping back open to meet yours when you give him a few light slaps to his cheek. 

     “Oh I know you must be, my poor baby” You take your hand away to lick a stripe across your palm before bringing it back to his cock. “That’s just too bad, hmm? Maybe if you knew how to follow rules we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.” You let your hand curl around the base of his dick, now red and leaking precum, basking in the broken whimper that leaves his lip when you give a small squeeze. “Never listen to me, never fucking learn your lesson either. What am I supposed to do with you?” 

    You take your hand away and situate yourself so you’re straddling one of his thighs, your cunt so wet that he can feel your slick through your panties. You move one hand to palm over his cock, slow and gentle before squeezing with your other again. “Maker, fuck- I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be so good for you, please.”  You smile at the pure beauty of the sight that lay in front of you. Head thrown back on the pillows, eyes clamped shut, mouth open and begging for you. Your beautiful boy. 

    “Oh baby I know you will.” You squeeze your hand a bit tighter and move the other faster, getting him as close to the edge as you possibly can. “Oh sweetheart, I can feel you shaking. What do you want, my Moon?” 

     “Stars- I need to cum, please please I’ll be good I’m sorry.” The words tumble out of his mouth almost incoherently, so fast and repetitive he barely makes sense. You force yourself to bite back the grin that was playing its way on your lips and press a soft kiss to his head before stilling your hand. 

    “I don’t think so, baby,” you loosen the grip you had wrapped around the base of his cock, taking the look of absolute desire and despair in his eyes. His hips, always having a mind of their own, were met with a sharp slap when they continued to buck into the air, trying to chase your touch. “Oh come on, do not give me that look. You have to learn your lesson somehow. It is not my fault you’re a needy slut.” You sigh with mock pity lacing your voice and features. You slide off of his thigh to settle between his legs, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You press a soft kiss to the head of his cock, spreading the precum over your lips. “You are so fucking pretty. My pretty boy.” 

    Din’s breathing is shallow and fast, attempting to regulate his body. His head is still thrown back, with one hand fisting the sheets to stop himself from reaching out to you, and his other hand tucked over his face. “Look so needy like this baby,” you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, watching how it twitches under the gentle sensation of your tongue. “Are you not embarrassed by how pathetic you get for me?” you lick another stripe back down to the base “About how pathetic you get?” 

    Din simply mumbles out a quiet just for you, only to cut himself off with a strangled whine when you take the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking softly at the tip. You swirl your tongue around him, before taking him deeper into your throat, broken moans leaving his mouth. You pull off of him for a moment to let a string of spit fall onto his cock before taking him back into your mouth. You can feel the strain of his thighs, the sheer concentration it was taking him not to move, to be your good boy. 

     “Okay, okay, baby,” you say, placing soft kisses over the shaft of his dick, “You can use my mouth, I want you to use my mouth, but do not cum, understood?” You hear him whimper out a gentle yes ma'am before you take him back into your mouth, letting him set the pace this time. Unlike what you had expected, his thrusts were not hard and fast, mostly just trying to get you to take him deeper, restraining himself so he doesn’t cum. You feel him hit the back of your throat and moan around him, making his hips jolt in your mouth. 

    Your eyes flutter shut as you breathe his scent in through your nose, taking all of him in. Wanting to be consumed by and to consume him. You bob your head up and down, meeting the thrusts of his hips. You can feel the mess of your spit on him, moaning at how filthy the sounds you two make are. 

    “Wait wait- fuck- my Sun, fuck- gonna cum,” Din’s voice is desperate and pitched up. You can feel his muscles tighten and see his eyes grow wide as he bites into his fist trying to keep his moans at bay when you hollow your cheeks out around him. 

    “‘S’okay baby,” you say, pulling off of him, licking another stripe from the base, “Want you to cum on my face. Can you be good for me and do that?” You let your face rest on his thigh, next to his cock as you watch him start to come undone for you. 

His forehead and chest are covered in a sheen of sweat and his breathing is erratic. You spit in his palm and watch as he strokes his cock, fucking his own fist for you. His lip trembles with grunts and moans as his orgasm hits him, cum landing over your lips and cheek. You look at him with a cheeky grin on your face before swiping it off with your finger, taking it into your mouth, and sucking it clean with a pop as it leaves your mouth. 

    “You did so fucking good for me, sweet boy. Always do so well for me.” You smile as you prop yourself up and take in his fucked out expression, before moving to lay next to him again. You press a soft kiss to his temple, still covered in sweat, and murmur a soft I love you so much into his skin. Din looks down at you with a sleepy smile of his own, before trailing his hand down between your thighs, to be met with a small shake of your head. “Not now, my Moon, just rest okay?” 

     You move his hand so that it rests across your waist, feeling his rough fingers gently tracing patterns into your skin. “Wanna take care of you too, my Sun,” His eyes meet yours. Big and beautiful and pleading to please you, to be yours.  

    You just press a kiss to his pout feeling a smile forming on his lips. “Later, my Moon, we have all the time in the galaxy. Just shut your eyes and rest. I love you.” You feel your eyes starting to slip shut again, faster than you had expected, but not unwelcome. 

    Din just presses your body closer to his and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I love you too, my Sun. Forever and always.”

[alien-magnolia]

Omg thank you for the emojis bc that’s how I communicate AHHHH

🌙(🦎) x 🍄fem reader

🍂🧚🌻(degrading, praise at the end)✨🌼🤍(kink)

Plot: bratty reader edges him for a week, talks back, taunts him for not “pleasing her right” how she can do it herself etc just to rile him up bc she missed him being that way

Thanks so much for sending in a request, babes. 🖤🖤This turned out to be more than a short blurb, but it came out well me thinks :)

Poison

Fic description: Hyperfeminine reader subby! + dom!jake sully. Reader is bit of a bimbo! Teases him a bit until he snaps. Corruption / innocence kink!, Pregnancy!kink, bj, overstim, bratting, praise/degradation!kink

“Babygirl. Come on…,” Jake sighs, as he chases you through the forest, unaware of where you were headed. To be honest, he was tired. Tired of your shenanigans. You’d been slowly, ever so slowly, tearing him apart all week.

~ Twelve days ago ~ Eclipse

He was exhausted, all day under the scalding Pandoran sun. He had hoped that you had not gotten yourself into trouble while he was gone. You were his world, the love of his life, yet you could be so, so, goddamn stupid, as he likes to put it.

You were naive at times, almost borderline childish. You loved to stop and look at all the pretty flowers, constantly confused with directions for the forest, unaware of what to wear and what not to wear, You had such a bubbly, sickeningly sweet personality. You had Jake poisoned with you, in the best way possible.

You loved to be his good girl. Loved it. Sometimes, you felt that he was too gentle with you. Ever since the two of you have mated, he’s just gotten soft. In your opinion. Now — you did love it when he praised you, attacked your face with kisses, and more! Jake, of course, would love to hear those little giggles that came out of your mouth when he did that.

This week, you’ve gotten bored. You wanted more. More — that you thought he couldn’t give you. He used to give you more. You remember all those times he bent you over like a cow, and rutted into you until you cried, until your body hurt.

That is how you did not hear him come home, at this very minute. You were busy. Very busy. All day, you spent time on the floor of your hut, top of the trees where no other Na’vi can see you, pumping your tiny fingers into yourself. You were doing it at the moment, completely oblivious that Jake had just arrived back, tired from a hunt.

You were teetering over the edge, perhaps you were so needy this week because your heat may have been approaching. Either way, the sound of his voice shocked you back into reality.

“Babygirl,” his tone deep, voice slow. He stands before you, a new scar on his big, heaving chest. “What do you think you’re doing, huh, kid?,” he asks, stepping closer to you slowly. You knew his rule. You broke it.

“What’s daddy’s rule, huh? Repeat it to me,” he says, as his hand grabs your chin, tilting it to look up at him. “No touching myself without daddy,” you slowly say to him, your voice all breathy and high pitched. You were slipping already.

“And what did you just do, huh, sweetheart? Guess you’re getting too goddamn stupid to understand and even remember the rules now. Fuck. On your knees,” he commands, tail erratic, ears bent back.

You were completely still, frozen. “Now!,” he hissed at you. “No,” you tell him. “Can’t please me anymore, Daddy,” you defiantly tell him. He is still, completely.You think. You run. Run, at the fastest pace possible, far away. He could not punish you if you ran.

Back at the hut, Jake growled as he watched you disappear into the jungle. You were going to get maimed in there. He hated your brat-like behavior at the moment, but he had to find you to make sure you were safe.

He set off on his ikran. It did not take long for him to find you from his view in the sky. You were hiding in the swamps, possibly where dangerous animals could be.

~ Present ~

This was your tenth time running away from him, into the jungle. You’d resist his punishments, talk back to him, and touch yourself without permission. He had enough.

“Babygirl,” he calls out, angry with your demeanor this week. “Come on out. M’gonna find you eventually.”

He smirks as he sees you behind a tree. Completely clueless, as expected. He sneaks up behind you, grabbing you by the waist, pinning you against a nearby tree.

“You’ve been bad this week, hun. Gonna teach you now, maybe you won’t disobey daddy’s rules next time,” he tuts at you.

“On your knees. Now. Don’t make me tell you twice.” You nod, as you get on your knees, the cold grass making you shiver. Jake chuckles at your sudden obidence. God — he was threatening. The next second, without a warning, his big, blue fingers find their way to your mouth. He props your mouth open.

“Tongue out. C’mon,” he commands, as he lightly taps your cheek. You do as told. “Damn — look at you, little slut waiting for me with her mouth open. Don’t choke,” he warns.

His pelvis finds your face, as his cock slides into your mouth. In, out, his heavy balls periodically hitting your nose. All the while he fucks your mouth, laughing down at you.

“My little bunny. Such a slut, taking daddy’s cock in your mouth like that,” he tuts at you, before large blue hands flip you over onto your stomach. His angry, leaking cockhead slides into you, thick and wide, bullying your pussy like never before.

“Fuck. My babygirl’s tight, huh? Just lay there and take it,” he patronizes, with a smile on his face. You feel his fangs pierce your shoulders, his moans turn into growls as he possessively stuffs your body full of cock. Cock, cock, and more cock. All you needed. “Just want to be full of daddy like this, huh?,” he asks as you nod, barely coherent at this point.

You get stuffed full of his cock, his cum spills into you, probably twice or more, it was hard for you to keep track. Your back was bruised, your neck and shoulders covering in bite marks from your mate’s sharp fangs.

“Ya with me, baby girl?,” he asks. You nod, smiling at him. “Don’t brat out on me now. Want you to be daddy’s good girl. Think it will be better for you,” he says as he moves your head to lay on his chest, petting it. “Okay, ma Jake. I’ll be good for you,” you contently sigh, so happy to be his good girl again.

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock over and over, got it?” You nod. He continues. “If you’re good enough, I’ll claim you as my good girl for everyone to see. Knock you up, pump you full of babies,” he fantasizes, looking over at you to see your reaction.

You were entranced. You were his poison, one that he was willing to taste over and over again.

Taglist: @aerangi @jake-sullys-whore @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @23victoria @brioffthegrid

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Okay but what if it turns out that Rouge's and Gambit's future child was kidnapped by one of their enemies and wasn't actually sent back to the future?

Ooooo... That's a good one! Let's see what we can do:

Having their child gone was one of the worst things in their lives.

They'd been rejected, had insane exes, dealt with Sentinels, and gone through betrayal and heartbreak. But losing their own child, their own future bébé... It was a new wound, one that kept bleeding no matter how many times they tried to close it.

Wolverine is the one who finds the evidence.

It's footprints, pressed into the dirt from boots, large... and squished next to it is smaller prints, impossibly small, that could only belong to one person...

"They took 'em..." Rogue says, and feels her chest fill with fear. Their child, HER baby, isn't even past age seven. Who would kidnap their child?

A deadman.

"C'mon, we're goin' after 'em!" she shouts.

"Oui, cher... No one takes our petit bébé."

"Well, I'm coming along, too. Someone needs to track 'em down," grunts Wolverine. Rogue and Gambit can tell he's just as worried about their child, who he's like an uncle to.

Tracking them down doesn't take longer than half a day. That's still half a day too long. Reader is a child, they're sweet, they're loving, and they don't deserve this to happen them. They should have been safe, sleeping back at the Institute, where they would have asked the two of them to make breakfast, while bluntly asking why they won't kiss...

Heh.

After this, they might do just that.

Seeing the way the other Southern mutant stays steady, the way they don't waver as they get closer to finding their future kid, knowing they'd do anything to keep them safe... Well. If they weren't attracted to them then, they sure are now.

When they find them, they see a group of armed men by a large truck. Their bèbè is being gripped tightly, their face scared.

"I don't care what the boss said, I say we sell the brat to highest bidder," argues one of the men.

"And the boss said they wanted them for themself. They think they're a kid of one of those X-Men," snorts the man squeezing Reader's arm.

"Well sh*t... That just means they're worth even more."

That sets the trio into motion.

Wolverine tears out, getting the men's attention on him, as Gambit and Rogue run over to where Reader was dropped. One man tried to get in their way, only to be met with a charged card to the face. (If there was any blood, they didn't care. If he still had a head, they didn't care. That b*stard wanted to hurt Reader, their petit, their bèbè, and that was unforgivable).

"HI, sugah," Rogue says carefully as she picks up Reader, who clings to her like a baby possum to its mama. "Are ya okay? Did they hurt ya?"

"Mama..." Reader sniffles, burying their head in her shoulder. Soft cries escape them, and all Rogue and Gambit can do is stroke their back, trying to calm them down.

"Shhh, mon petit bébé, Papa Gambit and Mama are here... It's 'kay..." Gambit tries. He's rewarded with a little hand wrapping around his finger, squeezing it tightly.

"Th-the-they wa-wanted to h-hu-u-urt me!" Reader wails, being hugged tighter between the two.

"Baby, why don't you stay with Gambit, okay, sweetheart? Mama needs to teach those mean men a lesson," coos Rogue, and Reader nods, switching their grip to Gambit and nuzzling him.

By the time Rogue is done with the armed men, they're within an inch of their lives, their energy drained to the point of unconsciousness. She can't help but spit on them, after what they've done. They aren't worth dirt, aren't worth her sympathy. They kidnapped and planned to harm a child. HER child. And they weren't walking away from it.

By the time she comes back, she makes sure to hide any stains that might show, not wanting to frighten Reader further. What she finds is them sleeping soundly against the swamp rat, who's holding them with the softest look in his eyes, gently carding his fingers through their hair.

"Did cher have fun?" he asks, glancing up at her for a moment.

"Hmph! Those bullies ain't gonna wake up for a month, if ever," she hisses out. She goes to take Reader, only to be pulled into a side-hug by Gambit.

"Cher... Gambit's thought 'bou' this... Gambit wants ta be with yaw... Do yaw want ta be wit' Gambit?"

"I do."

And just like that, they're a couple. The little one in their arms is who brought them together, and no matter what, they're gonna be by their side, every step of the way. If any monsters try to eat them, well, Mama can just eat their energy up so they can't come back. Not to mention Papa, who knows a few guild members who'd happily help out a fellow thief in need. Their bby is one of the best things to happen to them, and if anyone tries to hurt them, there will be h*ll to pay...

[terrainofheartfelt]

and now, a playlist:

Mister Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

or,

FirstPrince (Taylor's Version)

shoutout to my beloved cherry @blairwaldcrf my friend in rwrb and my enabler in everything related to the two himbos above.

shoutout to this post specifically for their intrepid scholarship

listen at the unlisted youtube playlist here

Track list and annotations under the cut.

✨tracks✨

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things They broke an $80k wedding cake. and alex is such a brat about it. and holds a grudge like none other 

Gorgeous Alex hoarding that magazine cover of Henry. Henry is literally so gorgeous the bisexual jumps out

Teardrops on my Guitar  Henry-coded the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart I MEAN

Untouchable The. YEARNING. I want you but I cannot risk telling you so you please tell me say it first please say it first please. Ever thought about that bros being bros visit from Henry’s perspective? Hmm? I didn’t know you wear glasses

gold rush Long distance bro-ship. Just chattin and textin. Gay crush gay crush gay crush. Watching each other’s public love lives and seething. Almost jump into the fantasy but then letting it fade to gray. or as the british say, grey. 

Stay Beautiful The constant texting. Each one finds a way to be the other’s highlight of his day. But we were ever so careful dear. Alex being america’s sweetheart and Henry being totally gone for him

Foolish One Henry kiddoooooo. The prince with the heart on the outside of his chest. 

Forever Winter before their relationship is even romantic, they are a safe place for each other. Like christmas. and thanksgiving. 

You’re on Your Own, Kid NYE. Henry’s gayass breaking point, searching the party of better bodies and wanting wanting wanting.

Tied Together with a Smile The prince charming act be coming undone!

Message in a Bottle Alex’s bisexual crisis. He knows henry likes him, and it’s kinda frightening, standing here waiting, and that asshole won’t return his calls so he’s gotta trick him into a state dinner at the white house.

Treacherous A state dinner of antici………PATION. And a makeout in the drawing room. As one does.

Electric Touch  alex waiting after dinner in his white house bedroom all nervouslike

Snow on the Beach First hookup. Soft disbelief, because you wanting me tonight feels impossible. Snow in DC (a swamp) is as weird as snow on a beach imo. 

I Can See You FWB era. If you could only see all the things that happen inside my head. At galas and polo matches and wimbledon and whatnot

Wildest Dreams The henry journey. This will end and it will wreck him but right now it’s beautiful. Also this is the song for hooking up in a stable post polo

Delicate Secret relationship. Boys are bad with feelings. Oh damn never seen that color blue. I pretend you’re mine all the damn time. Waking up with each other in Paris speaking of: 

Paris No I didn’t see the news. Too busy getting dicked down by the most eligible bachelor in the Western world. What who said that.

Lavender Haze Don’t read into my melancholia. Let’s just stay in this gay suspended animation. This secret bubble. It’s safe here. 

22 They literally spend Alex’s 22nd birthday together you know he was feelin’ 22. Pretty sure the novel says that actually

I Think He Knows It’s fun and flirty and the feelings are creeping in at the edges, but not enough that they have to face them

Jump Then Fall Alex is a smitten kitten

So It Goes… LA gala. All eyes are on them but as separate entities. Magician, illusionist. Trying to play it chill but being utterly incapable. 

Starlight dancing in the club in LA. Alex getting carried away by queer joy

Dress Their night together in LA. their secret moments in a crowded they got no idea about me and you. Their hands are shaking from holding back from each other! Say his name and everything just stops! They don’t want each other like best friends! Pez only bought those custom kimonos so they could take em off! Ah ah ah ahhhh! Carve your name into Alex’s bedpost, Henry babe. 

Hey Stephen cutesy emailing. Hey henry you blew my mind in LA last week u up? I can’t help it if you look like an angel/achilles/james bond

I’m Only Me when I’m with You Sweet email exchange post LA. I’ll be damned but I miss you

…Ready for It? (BloopPop remix) Henry says In the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do….Let the games begin

Glitch Wimbledon. Fucking love doing things out of spite. I’m not even sorry. Henry will go back eventually to dudes to give him nothing but for now there’s this 

Sparks Fly DNC. Henry really dropped everything to come see alex at the convention. The kinda reckless that should send him running, but he kinda knows that he won’t get far. Give him something that’ll haunt him when he’s not around, Alex. 

Everything Has Changed Telling madam president mom. Do you feel forever about him? Henry making a point to be there for him is alex’s emotional tipping point. 

State of Grace Time between dnc and lakehouse is their state of grace. No leaving, no leaking. It can’t last but its so good. Mosaic broken hearts, but brave and wild and I never saw you coming and I’ll never be the same

cowboy like me Alex texas boy. The reflective nature he turns on henry once he’s fired from the campaign. Thinking about that word forever

Wonderland Never worse but never better. In all their searching of the world they won’t find anything else that feels like what they have. yk?

Cruel Summer summer vacay at the lake house. the darkness approacheth. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you but here I am sealing my fate over and over again 

You Are in Love ‘you’re my best friend.’ and you knew what is was: Alex is so in love he could die

willow Alex at the dock like he is begging for Henry to take his hand and wreck his plans. He’s like that’s my MAN.

illicit affairs it dies a million little times. like by a lake in the moonlight. henry sees the truth when it shows and alex gets angry because you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else 

Bye Bye Baby henry fleeing texas. You took me home but you just couldn’t keep me

Midnight Rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice 

Hits Different when alex thinks about the sham the firm will make henry go through. I pictured you with other girls “in love” then threw up on the street

august refrain of henry. It was never mine. You weren’t mine to lose. This was over before it even began

Breathe Separated. Neither of them doing well. 

exile alex obliviousness meets henrys stubbornness. the imagery of nations and homelands

Anti-Hero henry has it’s me high I’m the problem it’s me at tea time everybody agrees disease. no cure but it can be treated 

Renegade alex working up a head of steam because he just wants to say get your shit together so I can love you 

Maroon your body comes back to me in dreams and I wake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy!!!!

my tears ricochet alex has literally never had it within himself to go with grace. Ever. In his life. Bless him. Screaming at skies. Stealing lullabies. You know how it is. 

How You Get the [Boy] Narration of the storming of Kensington Palace. Alex being like I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever

The Archer Henry prepared for a lot but he never prepared for Alex staying

Love Story  The dramatics the mythologizing of one’s life the I want you / Then fucking have me like “baby, just say yes” also romeo and juliet and pyramus & thisbe are the same fucking story!!!!

Stay Stay Stay Morning after when Henry comes into the room with coffee. How he could have a lifetime of fine but he’d rather have this. 

Holy Ground Dancing in the V&A

Today Was a Fairytale Lots of this music plays with the idea of fairytales and royalty and the push and pull idealism has with reality and it just fits so well. Because. Prince. &c.

Come Back…Be Here Having the big conversation and then alex having to leave and go back to dc. The long distance drama. This is falling in love in the cruelest way.

End Game choosing to do this thing for real. knowing what they’re up against. Big reputation big reputation ooh you and me would be a big conversation 

Labyrinth oops they both caught feelings. Henry thought the plane was going down how’d he turn it right around 

Cornelia Street The sacred new beginnings that became their religion aka those crazy 48 hours holed up in Kensington. Tender and fragile and amazing

mirrorball henry’s fable. His shattered pieces and the peasant boy with chin dimples who is not like the regulars the masquerade revelers. never been a natural all he does is just try try try

Paper Rings I thought you were a nuisance but whoops you're now the air I breathe. In paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams

Timeless The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me. All the quotes and recitations they send each other in their emails. 

cardigan The intimate email conversations. Always wanting to know more about the other. 

Lover  The ease with which they say I love you post storming of the castle.

Out of the Woods The almost reveal and the cover up dates with June & Nora to make a cover. The hiding in an alleyway in the car. When the sun came up you were looking at me.

False God Rumors aside they are both In This and that shalt not change. Still worship this love. They might just get away with it.

invisible string it all began at the olympics. All the winding paths of our public lives one single thread of gold tied me to you, &c.

Mastermind Henry saying he’s loved Alex the entire goddamned time! Newsflash asshole (affectionate)

hoax Sería una mentira, porque no sería él. The only hoax he believes in! He feels forever about it!

peace The last email sent before the leak. Give yourself away sometimes sweetheart there’s so much of you

I Know Places The something that happens when everybody finds out. The vultures circling dark clouds.

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince Alex and the leak fallout. The whispers in the hallway. American stories burning before me & high fives between bad guys. 

I Did Something Bad The email leak. There’s the harshness of the trauma, but there’s also madam president mom going “fuck it.” Don’t tell me this song didn’t pull henry through. Avoiding plans and sucking cock. Don’t knock it til you try it. Go ahead and light me up

the lakes (original version) I like this mix because it’s more ~cinematic~ to me. And something about henry not being cut out for these cynical clones and hunters with cell phones yk?

Run The phone call from air force one post leak. The eye in the storm

Sweet Nothing It’s them in the music room of Kensington. It’s alex “can’t let anyone know how much he needs” claremont-diaz admitting he’s just too soft for all of it

Slut if they’re gonna talk shit, we may as well be together in public. It might be worth it for once

You Need to Calm Down Shade never made anybody less gay, fake elizabeth ii. Why are you mad when you can be glaad, pip?

King of My Heart  Wordplay on royalty words, yk. “That’s the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met” yk.

Change The crowds in front of Buckingham, alex’s speech from the white house. History, huh?

London Boy We hold this track listing to be self evident

Ours The contrast of the outer life and inner life. Private relationship  under large public scrutiny. 

It’s Nice to Have a Friend It’s about the best friends to best friends AND lovers.

Call It What You Want He wears his signet ring on a chain round his neck not because he owns me because he really knows me, &c

Karma Everything surrounding finding the source of the leak and Rafael Luna double agent and the fact that Alex and Henry can both say that Karma is their Boyfriend. 

Long Live Election night in Austin.

New Year’s Day The mythical place NYE occupies in Alex’s public life and now his private one with Henry. The Balls Out Bonanza is great but now it’s about what comes after. 

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi , tonnberry may i ' ve request for final fantasy 😄 for Claude and Noctis with they married female s/o until they had children. I wonder how the two of them became a father to their children like what kind of activities?whether they can spare their time?, and how will they cope when their teenage son acts like a Brat ?

That's all from me , anyway i'm really like your blog don't forget to tag me in your update please!!!🥹🌹😩

Thank you so much for this , love your dear 😘

Cloud and Noctis as Fathers (f!reader)

notes - AHHH HI! Sorry this took so long, I've just been swamped with a ton of stuff, but I cleared out a bunch of requests and am more than happy to do this one for you! It's funny that I don't get a lot of requests even though my name is literally Tonberry lolol. Thanks for much for the request my dear! I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day <3 tag list - @cerezzzita (I remember you being interested in this one love <3), @kawaistrawberry21

CLOUD

he wasn't expecting to be a father when he was young

like being a father was the last thing on his mind

but after everything chaotic in his life, he finally decided to settle down and found the perfect partner, you!

only then was he fully prepared to become a father

you talked about it a lot and told Cloud that he would be a wonderful father

he thought you would be a wonderful mother, so after a while, you found that you were going to have a child! (or if you prefer to adopt, that would be super cute for the two of you)

at first, raising a child was very difficult

it didn't matter that Cloud had nearly fought god in his lifetime, raising a child had to be one of the most challenging things he ever faced

this also made him a little self concious

he was helping, but saw you doing a lot of the work

^ he would always step in though to help, no hesitation

his favorite thing was teaching his child how to grow into a lovely human

lots of playing and just being a kid, which neither you nor Cloud really had, so it meant a lot to be having that with a child of your own

lots of family adventures and traveling

for the first time in a long time, a smile hasn't left Cloud's face <3

NOCTIS

he would be TERRIFIED

he would be prepped, but terrified

you two talked about having a child, but even after talks, it was still scary

and you were a more natural mother, ready to help the child at any cost and already knew what to do

he just felt like some idiot in the back watching you

lets just say he spoiled you a little more than the baby because he felt bad for everything you had to do

he would still be a fun dad though

and the baby would have all their uncle chocobros to hang around

ignis teaches Noctis how to make food for the baby and through trial and error, he actually makes some pretty damn good food for the lil thing!

but having friends around makes raising the baby more fun, especially because you can trust them when you're too tired some days

Noctis though would love napping with the baby

^ you would walk into the kitchen to tell him that dinner's ready and find him napping with the baby on his chest and you definitely tear up and take TONS of pictures

he would be ecstatic, but he was more of a scared dad at first lol

he knew a baby would come eventually with him being king and all later, but he didn't know it would be such a hard thing

he's just thankful to you and his friends for being patient and helping out <3

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[songbirds-ocs-snakes]

"I like your gun, Snow." pt. 2

Sorry for the late creation of this! My brain has been a little swamped. I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy!

Tags - ocxcoriolanus, slight bratting, gun fucking, praise, pet names, barrackbunny!tallulah

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Tallulah had been waiting for Coriolanus for almost an hour past when he said he'd come to her house, sitting on her couch with nothing but a large sweater and panties covering her body, arms crossed out of irritation. She tapped her bare heel against the ground.

He had never been this late before for a late night rendezvous, yet he had left her waiting for too long to bear. She had been obedient all day, and listened to what he had said, why wasn't he here yet?

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts and she walked up to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open out of irritation, meeting the icy blue eyes of her Peacekeeper, Coriolanus.

"You're late." She huffed to him, narrowing her green eyes down at him. He raises a blond brow at her attitude, nudging past her and inviting himself in. She closes and locks the door behind him as she turns to him.

"I know, bunny, but drop the attitude. I was busy cleaning something." He stated, and Tallulah narrows her eyes out of suspicion at this, and watches as Coriolanus dips his hand into a large cargo pocket, pulling out a steel pistol. It shined brightly under the candlelight and moonlight, every crevice bright and shiny, as if the gun was brand new.

Why was Coriolanus busy cleaning a gun?

"I can see that confused look on your face, but you liked my rifle so much earlier, I thought I'd push a bit." Coriolanus walks up, showing her the gun, fingers sliding over the barrel and slinging out the chamber, showing it was entirely unloaded.

"Push what? I was a good girl, I thought you were going to-" Tallulah gets cut off by a chuckle from Coriolanus.

"Fuck you with my cock? Don't be pretentious, bunny, you know the rules. You get my mouth, or my fingers. Nothing else." He tutted softly, tilting his head with a bit of a cruel grin on him.

"But-"

Once again, Tallulah was cut off, but this time by Coriolanus putting the steel gun against her plump lips, his eyes narrowing down at her intently, wordlessly giving her a command by pushing her lips open with the end of it.

She doesn't give in, narrowing her eyes at him, not wanting to give him what he wanted, despite the fact that her stomach burned with need. She had never seen a gun so sexually before, the mere motion was making her realize things she wasn't sure she was too proud of.

"I can walk out that door and leave, or you can be appreciative that I went through all this effort to get a new toy for you." Coriolanus sternly voiced, brows furrowing downward.

Well she didn't really want him to leave, so she opened her mouth, taking in the cold metal and salivating all over it, suckling her lips against it as she gently bobbed her head up and down. This elicits a pleased groan from Coriolanus, who gently pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"Good bunny, I knew you could behave. I'm sorry for leaving you so long without, I've just been so busy..." He watches as she suckles against the gun for a few seconds longer, before pulling her mouth off of it. She whines at the removal, and it causes Coriolanus to show a rare smirk.

"Undress and get on the couch, you know the rules." He stated, motioning her over, watching her with predatory eyes as she took off the sweater, and slipped off her now soiled panties, teasingly throwing them at him.

He catches the panties, looking at them and teasingly shaking his head. "So wet and I've only had you suck a gun for a few seconds, what am I going to do with you, bunny?"

She pouts at this, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs for him, "You could fuck me..." She whined lowly, and this causes him to chuckle, kneeling down near her spread legs, softly massaging her thighs before reaching forward and spreading her glittering folds, sucking in and then spitting onto her wet cunt.

"I think I'll give you a bit of what you crave. How does that sound?" He cooed lowly, bringing the clean pistol up to her slit, rubbing it over her pussy. Tallulah shivers at the cold metal, jolting a bit and whining.

"I know, it's cold. It'll warm up once I put it inside of you. Be good and take it for me." He then gently pushed the barrel into her, a loud gasp coming from her from how icy it was. He pushes it in as far as he feels is safe, letting it sit inside of her hot, drenched pussy.

"So cold, sir- so cold-" Tallulah shivered out, gently reaching up and feeling his buzzed head.

"It'll be okay, bunny, I'll help warm you up." He leans forward, lips latching to her swollen clit, softly suckling against it, causing her to gasp as she tried to get comfortable with the cold, rigid gun inside of her. He embraces her clit with his tongue, gently circling around it, before beginning to thrust the gun in and out of her.

"Oh my god- Coryo-" She moaned out, in shock about how good it felt, stomach burning with need, leaning her head back on the couch while keeping her eyes on him, hand massaging his head. "Feels so good-"

He smirks against her clit, continuing to fuck her with the gun while suckling and swirling his tongue around her sweet tasting bundle of nerves. Every so often, Tallulah would twitch and buck her hips against his face and the gun. To be careful, he holds her hips down with his other hand. He didn't want to lose grip on the gun in her.

Soon enough, Tallulah began to twitch, whine, and shake, signalling her nearby orgasm as her clit throbbed from the attention of his tongue. "Coryo- I'm so close Coryo-" She moaned out in warning.

Coriopanus kept his pace, not speeding up or doing anything erratic, but lightly tilted the gun upward with every thrust, the tip of it brushing against that spongy spot inside of her. The mere actions cause Tallulah to moan out loudly, blissfully writhing as she released all over the gun and Coriolanus’ lips.

He aided in her riding out of her orgasm, before slowly pulling the gun out, slick noises coming out from the motion. He pulled his lips away and kissed her thigh, examining the drenched gun.

"Gonna get me in trouble, ruining my gun like this, aren't you bunny?" He teased with a smirk, licking up it and licking it clean.

"D-Didn't mean to, sir, wasn't my idea-" She whined out, legs still quaking slightly as she adjusted how she sat.

"Mm, wasn't mine either until you started sucking my gun in front of the lieutenant. Seems like you liked it, though, I'll have to keep this gun for special occasions. Tell Hoff that it got... Jammed." He spoke lowly, standing up and putting the gun back in his pocket.

"Get to bed now, sweet thing. I'll come by and visit more often, won't let you act out like that again." He leaned in and pressed a kiss against her forehead, and then a peck on her lips. "Behave, don't try and sneak out after me. I'll have to punish you for disobeying the curfew if you do."

A whine came from Tallulah, but she got up and put the sweater back on her body, watching as Coriolanus walked to the door, opening it and smirking to her, wishing her another goodnight before closing the door behind her.

Damn him. She thought as she walked into her bedroom. Damn him for continuing to find ways to not give her his cock. She hated that she couldn't even lie that she enjoyed it.

Maybe she'll have to suck off his rifle more often.

[pathetic-girlwoman]

Okay okay, so your favorite songs from spoitfy wrapped, AND one you didn't expect to be there.

LET'S GOOOO.

Once again, I will take this as an excuse to yap.

I'm going to exclude my top five songs and anything from Charli XCX/brat for obvious reasons. 😔

Big One by Flyana Boss, 9/100. I will never fail to bark with this one. It's so good lmfao.

I Like What I Like by RealXman, 14/100, because I LIKE EM REAL SMOOTH. I LIKE EM SCRUFFY. I LIKE EM THIN, I LIKE EM FIT. I LIKE EM CHUNKY. I EVEN LIKE EM OLD, BUT I DON'T LIKE EM RUSTY!!!

Pinata by Only Fire, 20/100. Only Fire, my love, my liege. His music is my lifeblood. He has done more for me than any SSRI or any amount of therapy will ever do. I will live and die for this man. Only Fire has been in my top five artists for the past five years. I'm being generous and only linking one Only Fire song, but I basically love every song he's released. Anyway, I'm the swamp and you're the Shrek. <3

BRING WET CUNT by Zheani, 21/100. I LOVE THIS BITCH!!! BRING WET CUNT!!!

Lipgloss by Charli XCX feat CupcakKe, 36/100. Okay, so I said I wasn't going to include any Charli songs but this isn't about her. It's about CupcakKe and me being untruthful and a liar. CupcakKe released Dauntless Manifesto this year (2024) and while I was waiting for the full album, I remembered this gem: "never trust a man who wear briefs 'cause he gonna wanna fuck and keep it brief.' AND that's not even mentioning 'Used to call you Daddy but now I call you my majesty' !!!

Cvnt by Bebi Monsuta, 47/100. Four plus four, that equals eight. It's CUNT!!!

mwah :3 by rusowsky and Dinamarca, 60/100. Okay, I just love Dinamarca and his work (especially his SHIT WITH LA FAVI!!). This was the default 'page loading' music for my brain this year.

Silly Boy by Lynks, 68/100. "He's a dick, he's a piece of shit, he's a fucking piss-slit! He's the end bit of the banana when you peel it." Poor little straight boy. :(

Red River by SALEM, 75/100. I have a lot of feelings about Salem. I was a teenager when they were most active, and I associate a lot of Salem with darker times in my life. But this one? This one makes me so grateful to be alive. It's been in my top 100 for the past four years. Red River feels like looking up at the night sky after being inside for too long. "These vultures circle 'round the dead and want a crown for it. Sing the same songs, but it's different words no. Salt your own grounds, now nothing will grow. Wash over me. Angels with burning wings, watch over we."

Go Hard (La.La.La) by Kreayshawn, 80/100. HEY BITCH, DO YOU REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA GO HARD? GO IN THE CRIB, STEAL YOUR STEPFATHER'S CREDIT CARD, AND TAKE YOUR CAR AND DO CIRCLES IN THE PARKING LOT. SCREAM AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS LIKE 'LALALA' I found this on instagram a few years ago and it's been a weekday morning staple since lol.

GTFO by Doechii, Fetish, 87/100. GET THE FUCK OUT MY WAY, BITCH!!!

My completely unexpected song is POWER UP by Strawhatz? I don't really have any memory of listening to this so it was probably on a playlist I kept looping. It's not bad... I guess? But like, not really my thing. It's literally song 100 so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, I just spent like two hours on this because I got way too caught up lmfao.

IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, HAVE A GOOD MORNING/DAY/NIGHT!!!

[enkisstories]

Anakin will be fine!!!

A Star Wars drabble (~1100 words)

(You'll see why this is tagged "sequel trilogy" instead of "prequels" towards the last 200 words.)

The planet Tatooine, and there a junk dealer’s workshop.

A die tumbled over an improvised table, with four sentients - two humans, a gungan and a toydarian - watching it as intensely as owls ready to swoop in for the kill. For a moment it looked as if the die would stop displaying one of the five red faces, but then, almost as if reacting to a nudge by an invisible force, it tilted and came to land with the blue side up.

“Well, that settles this”, Qui Gon Jinn stated into the toydarian’s direction. “Hand over the kid and you’ll have seen the last of us.”

And while the workshop owner still grumbled, Qui Gon’s padawan already flashed one of a trio of children a wide smile and called out to him:

“Anakin, come here!”

“Huh?” Qui Gon turned around, clearly irritated. “Whoever said we’d take Anakin? I was talking… whatever his name was again. Kitten or something.”

Obi-wan furrowed his brows.

“Enlighten me regarding the wisdom of your decision, master?”

The sarcasm was dripping from Obi-wan’s mouth so intensely that for a moment Qui Gon could see the drops in front of his inner eye. With a sneer the older man replied that his student wasn’t ready for wisdom yet, when he failed at common sense already.

“There is no sense here, neither common nor noble nor anything in between… master”, the padawan insisted. “The plan was to free the little force sensitive from slavery. Now you say the plan has changed. Will you change it any further? Should I start to pray, maybe?”

“Depends. Are you going to talk back to me habitually? Then, yes.”

“But Anakin…”

Qui Gon inhaled sharply and then shouted on top of his lungs: “The brat will be fine!!!”

Now the third group member, the Gungan, turned his head.

“But Master Qui-Gon…!”

Qui Gon didn’t take his gaze off Obi-wan, acting as if breaking eye contact would constitute defeat.

“Look, for Jar Jar’s benefit I’m going into detail. Maybe dumbing the issue down to swamp-frog level will help you understand it.”

“Ribbit”, Jar Jar uttered, well aware that he shouldn’t find this as funny as he did.

“Anakin is super-gifted. At his age he is already an experienced mechanic and additionally can call upon the force”, Qui Gon Jinn recapped what they all knew. “He is therefore a valuable asset to his present and future owners, they will protect their investment. And even if things don’t work out so well, he can react to danger before it even occurs. As I said, Anakin will be fine. Kitten to the contrary is a run of the mill kid, the dime of the dozen. He has nothing going for him. As such he'll get used and discarded, maybe before he reaches adulthood. As the representatives of justice in the galaxy we’re obligated to take Ki…”

Qui Gon stretched out his hand. He moved his fingers as if to tickle the air and promptly a translucent datapad manifested in front of the man. After swiping twice, the Jedi master nodded and finished his sentence with “Kitster” before dismissing the datapad with a flick of his fingers.

“Kitster is the one in need of protection and guidance. Not Anakin.”

“This nosa how thesa game is played…” Jar Jar said.

“But that’s exactly how it is played!” Qui Gon insisted. “If you wanted a tactical challenge, we wouldn’t have to wear those helmets. We could sit around a Dejarik table right now. This game is about making decisions and dealing with the consequences.” With a side glance to his padawan, Qui Gon added: “Like the adults some of us pretend they are.”

Again Jar Jar spoke up: “Look, mesa is aware that some personal issues of yousa play into…”

The remark only served to make the Jedi master snap at him: “Leave my “personal issues” out, I’m warning you! Mouthy padawan gets a facefull of lightsaber now!”

Reaching for his lightsaber and turning to face the Jedi learner was the same movement.

“Or he can still back down. His choice.”

“The hell I will! Back OUT, more like it! You’re stir crazy, man!”

And with these words, Obi-wan Kenobi vanished from the scene.

Jar Jar shrugged in a “yousa should have seen this coming” manner.

Meanwhile Padme, the handmaiden, who had dozed through the negotiation, pushed herself up a little using her elbows. Still lying on the sand, she asked: “Are you done? Can we switch to a combat scene next?”

“Pfft”, Jar Jar spat. “Lord Overemotional here already turned the negotiation into one.”

“I’m don’t tolerate getting talked back”, Qui Gon hissed.

He blushed when he realized that his grammar made no sense, but Jar Jar had already picked up on it and grinned.

“Oh stuff a sock in it!” Qui Gon grumbled.

He raised his hands as if pull off an invisible helmet…

…and the next moment stood in the Steadfast’s officers’ gym, wearing a powder blue jumpsuit and holding a VR helmet in his hands. The face underneath that helmet turned out to be pale and crowned by a neatly coifed orange thatch. It wasn’t the face General Domaric Quinn – or “Jar Jar Binks” - had expected to see.

“Wait, what, YOU played Qui Gon Jinn?” he sputtered.

“Yes, of course. Between Ren and myself I’m the ol…”, General Hux started in irritation, then caught himself. “Wait, you didn’t know?”

“No!”

“And couldn’t tell either?”

“I saw one player getting carried away by their emotions and assumed that was Lord Ren.”

“Ah. Of course.” Hux nodded. “A reasonable presumption. Speaking off, where’s Ren gotten off to?”

“Where-ever we’ll find the boarding demolished by a lightsaber, that’s where Lord Ren will have passed by”, the third person in the room, Chief intelligence officer Tishra Kandia, stated.

Kandia had played the handmaiden, but had really been in the simulation to analyze the game that was becoming so popular in the New Republic firsthand.

“He’s going to put the damage on my tab”, Hux growled, but General Quinn shook his head.

“I wouldn’t be so certain. Ren seems to have passed you over to Pryde. I’m his primary red cloth nowadays.”

Hux’ fingers bore into the VR helmet, until he felt uncomfortably like Kylo Ren just for holding a helmet.

“The Sith filth thinks they can run the show, but it is ME who grew up with the First Order, who carried it and who will… Ah, forget it.”

Realizing that he was still had the prop that the system would recognize as a lightsaber inside the gameworld slung around his wrist, Hux put the helmet on a shelf and then removed the sling.

“The bringers of order and civilization”, he mused while putting the toy lightsaber away, too. “I’d have to lie would I claim that I didn’t identify with this role. But I see now why this game is outlawed in the First Order. It leads to all kinds of… disorder of the mind. Dejarik again next time!”