#they look coherent between each others no? i feel like their body shapes are still too similar... but... eeeeeehhh good enough???

[eryanlainfa]

Thats how they look so far btw- I am still not satisfied but its better than my first attempt, so yay \('u')/

[g-xix]

🔞t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l | Sharky

Summary: 900 word blurb, toxic sex, sharky x cynic!reader, inspired by song "transparent soul" by Willow CWs: riding, smoking, kinda toxic sex, choking, dom!fem!reader, hickeying, dumbification (kinda) notes: Lmk thoughts in my inbox, again a little bit unsure whether this is cringe or likeable - you guys gotta lmk

"You think I don't know what - mfh - typ'a fuckin' guy you are?" You enunciated through grit teeth, thumping your bodyweight back down onto his cock after your words, blinding Sharky with another intense flash of euphoria at the feeling of his cock sinking into your soft walls - throwing his head back with a raised chest at the sensation of your pussy enveloping his length, paired with the hatred and venom within your words which seemed to tear gashes into his flesh - ripping open his body unspooling his brain, replacing every intelligible thought with a visceral desire and craving for you. More and more of you.

You could feel him hitting a dangerously sensitive spot within you, his cock larger, providing a greater stretch and more satisfying ride than you could've ever imagined he would.

Hand wrapped around his throat, other scaling over his body, you huffed as you sank your weight down onto his dick, Sharky's eyes drinking in the placid beauty of your unwavered expression, skin seemingly iridescent, irradiating sheer goddess-like vision, with the blue LEDs glowing and highlighting every soft curve of your silhouette that rose up and down.

He felt spoiled. He felt greedy. He felt unworthy, having you in his lap, and even more covetous as he reached up, hands freely caressing the plump flesh of your tits that spilled from your lingerie, swaying with each bounce you took on Sharky's length.

"I dunno what y-you're on abou'-" Sharky's drawls were cut off as you took his jaw within your hand, applying the lightest of pressure on the hollow dip between his teeth, queueing him to open his mouth and look up to meet your eyes with the most innocent of expressions - his eyes lidding over and savouring as he felt you exhale smoke - shape your lips into a perfect circle and blow a stream of carcinogens into Sharky's system, leaving him to inhale your second hand smoke with lidded eyes, happy to oblige so long as it pleased you, regardless of the dangers he was already aware of.

"Shut the fuck up," You squeezed harder around his throat, that little excess pressure forcing a gasp from his mouth, letting you lean on down and silence him with your lips on top of his, engaging in an open mouth kiss and biting down on his lower lip, tugging slightly and only smirking as you heard a heavy breath fall from his lips. 

You loved seeing the power you had over him, seeing how all of his cocky words and proud smiles were diminished to pinched brows, hooded eyes and a sweetly parted mouth, letting out little whimpers and groans all due to the manipulation of you body - silencing any coherent thought of his, and providing a fraction of a distraction for yourself also.

"You're just a distraction - nothing more - remember that."  You let yourself stagnate your bounces, readjusting so that your core was completely flush with Sharky's length, he practically couldn't have been any deeper within you. And in that moment, you circled your hips, grinding in a circular motion and throwing your head back - succumbing to the pleasure of Sharky's cock massaging your inner walls. Your exposed chest was left open to Sharky, and the smooth skin of your unmarked cleavage was too tempting - dipping his head, he pressed his lips to your skin, his creating a suction and trying to increase the pressure and form a hickey-

He pulled away with a hiss however, as he felt a sharp burning on his back, pulling his head away to see you withdraw your hand from his back, holding a now-stubbed cigarette between your fingers, a couple amber embers still burning brightly.

"What's that for?" He questioned with wide, almost apologetic eyes, despite having done nothing wrong. His hands came up to press into your thighs which sat on either side of his body, muscle splayed out around his body and letting his hands sink against the voluptuous tissue. 

"I don't want your markings." You scoffed. "I have people to see tomorrow - you think I want them to know I was with someone - with you especially..."

"What's so wrong with me...?" Sharky whined, his hands jumping up to your hips as he felt his cock twitching inside of you as you began moving once more.

"Everything, baby boy," You cooed, somewhat loving seeing him so subservient. "I know you don' just see me as a friend, I know you've been wanting to fuck me, I know you want something more with me - and guess what - I know just what type of guy you are and how you'd treat me like shit if I ever even entertained the thought of giving you a chance..."

"I don't get it," Sharky groaned, his head clouding again as his cock twitching, abs cramping ever so slightly at the feeling of his pending climax, undeniably turned on despite your cutting words. "What do you think I'm gonna do...- Why do you think I'm so bad..?"

"'Cause I've seen guys like you before and I know what you're like," You derided, "You'll speak all that sweet talk one moment and then act the exact opposite the next, thinking this is some game you're in control of, where you can be gamemaster and lead me on for passtime..."

Sharky knew why you were saying that. His last ex having come crying to you with sobs and complaints about things that Sharky didn't even do... Well, some of the things. You were different to Sharky, though; he'd never lead you on or play around with you - let alone cheat in a relationship.

"I would-" 

You leaned in - hooking your arm around the back of Sharky's shoulders and pulling his body flush against yours, your lips pressed up to his ear - hushing his words and causing them to die along his throat as your own lips brushed over his ear, silencing him as he felt himself try to thrust his cock deeper inside of you - verging orgasm.

"Don't think you're fooling anyone, pretty boy, you've got a transparent soul and I can see right through your bullshit."

Again guys, im having one big whole identity crisis - is my writing cringe? Does this give you the ick? Pls give some words of affirmation or lmk if that's the case.

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[adobe-outdesign]

I know you've done the various mr mime forms, but have you reviewed mime jr?

(This is the last Pokemon review request in the inbox right now, so send 'em if you got 'em.

Mr. Mime review is here, G. Mr. Mime review is here, and Mr. Rime Review is here.)

Some people find Mr. Mime to be kind of uncanny, with its nose-less face, long jointed limbs, and slightly too detailed hands, but I've never heard anyone complain about Mime Jr. here. It's mostly because, while based off of Mr. Mime, the design has been simplified greatly, and features like a super cheerful expression make it hard to not find this little guy adorable. Them mimicking people and not being very good at it also doesn't hurt their cuteness factor.

I like how, conceptually, it starts off as a clown and then becomes a mime; kind of similar but still distinct ideas that work well with each other. It also looks really solid visually; the light pink body has great contrast with the dark blue accents, the black eyes pop, and the nose and red ball on the chest compliment each other, as does the ball on it's jester-cap esq hair. It's clown-like enough to pick up on the theme, but done in a nice and subtle way.

I've heard a lot of people say that Mime Jr. doesn't look enough like Mr. Mime, but I honestly don't agree. They share the exact same color palette, similar color distributions (dark hair and legs/feet, light pink faces and arms, dark pink circle accents, etc.) and a lot of the same motifs, like the zig-zag hair and circles. I think the only place where the line looses cohesion a bit is the head, as the two have very different eyes; not inherently a bad thing, but it does make the faces less similar.

Ironically, Mime Jr. arguably fits even better with the Galarian Mr. Mime line, but for opposite reasons; the color palettes are completely different, but more elements of the body shape and face carry through (G. Mr. Mime has a nose, think arms but thicker legs that are completely black, mitten-like hands, and a scalloped pattern to the body; all traits that Mime Jr. shares). Mr. Rime also helps with this, keeping all of the shared attributes and even gaining a stockier body shape in the legs, the round red nose on the stomach, and similar eyes to Mime Jr.

(A lot of people say there should've been a Galarian Mime Jr. On the one hand, having an ice-type variant with blue instead of pink would've made the cohesion of the line spot-on; but on the other hand, I don't know if there's a ton they would've done with the design beyond just minor visual tweaks. I don't know, if it's between a fairly standard recolor variant that exists for coherency vs. just skipping it all together, I do get why they wouldn't think it was needed. Plus, like I said, the line is incredibly coherent as-is anyway).

Anyway, a really cute and fun pre-evo that feels like it adds something thematically to the line and works really well with both regular and the Galarian Mr. Mime lines. Great stuff.

[whinlatter]

thoughts about wolfstar? you're now the one i go to for any hp related thoughts

omg this is VERY nice of you but i'm pure flop on marauders thoughts, they're all extremely half-baked, so best left to others. here my half-baked wolfstar thoughts offered sheepishly and apologetically!

the thing is - i quite like the idea of wolfstar. to be honest i was sort of imagining a sort of wistful wolfstar vibe to how i wrote lupin in orchards in the aftermath of sirius' death. but i think the wolfstar i like is quite a specific version of it that's increasingly hard to find in fic searches so i don't often go looking for it (which is pure laziness on my part). my interest in canon coherent characterisation limits me here - i think there's such a strong case for wolfstar as a pairing written in ways that attend to the very clear dynamics (and timelines) that canon makes plausible (including in AUs, where actually characterisation matters more, not less, than in 'canon compliant' fics, because it's the reader's only anchor). there is an intensity and an intimacy to what sirius and remus share in the marauders and the significance of a boyhood spent together in their adult lives, a literal physical proximity of them living together as adults post azkaban as two men who have such complex feels towards themselves and especially to their bodies, including an overlapping self loathing, and they're both characters that can very plausibly read as queer-coded in rich and interesting ways. and then, of course, there's an inherent narrative shape to both of their canon arcs (the tragedy, delicious). these are just some of the dynamics in a potential romantic relationship between the two of them that can make for really rich and interesting potential to work with in fic writing.

the trouble i find with a lot of wolfstar, less as a matter of principle than what actually gets written more often than not, is that the stuff i personally find rewarding and interesting as a writer/reader is work that bears some relationship with the canon text (even if - especially if - it's to pull it apart and expose its flaws and complexities). a queer reading of the relationship between sirius and remus in canon is absolutely plausible and can be deeply compelling, and, as queering HP as a text remains a powerful fuck you to its author whose reaction to the ship was errrr quite homophobic, still really important.

but. challenging the text means having some sense of the characterisation of the essence of these characters as rendered in the text, and canon is clear about certain aspects of sirius and remus' characterisations that limits my enthusiasm for a lot of wolfstar that has sprung up in recent years (especially in and around ATYD, which i'll say more about in a minute). the truth is that canon strongly suggests that sirius cares much less about remus than he ever does about james (dropping @saintsenara's excellent manifesto for why unrequited prongsfoot is canon, also the rec for one of the best fics i read last year that @ashesandhackles put me onto, empire builders by shecrows, a gorgeous complex funny angsty prongsfoot fic that's not not canon compliant timeline-wise). it's also clear that the marauders as a friendship group functioned as a group of three boys all working towards james potter as the de facto leader, each with their own complicated feelings and levels of loyalty and devotion to james that undoubtedly shaped, and limited, how the other three felt towards each other (especially after james' death). the kind of wolfstar lore that's sprung up in the last few years, especially from marauderstok, of roadman remus the romeo of gryffindor tower that young sirius is wildly and hopelessly in love with, and is desperate to reunite with after azkaban, is a version of wolfstar that's sort of compelling as an original story but, for my taste, bears too little relationship to their core canon characterisation to be really up my street. a wolfstar with really fucked up power dynamics that plays with sirius' idolisation of james and remus having to play second fiddle? delicious. or even unrequited/onesided wolfstar from remus to sirius - yum. but the rest, i struggle with. by the time they've left school, remus thinks sirius is the spy and sirius thinks remus is the spy. that is not giving soulmates, in my mind. but as with most of these things, i'm very open to being proved wrong.

(with that said, though, i think the subculture and lore that's built around wolfstar is really astonishing and often extremely compelling, i think ATYD is obviously a huge accomplishment and deserves its flowers for launching such a phenomenon, and there's masses of quality writing and art and general creative talent coming out of wolfstar spaces that it's hard not to be continually impressed by. also some of those tiktok edits absolutely slap. that remus-centric animated noah kahan one. unreal)

[streamluckybyriize]

Hyunjin smut BECAUSE WHY NOT

“oh fuck..” I whine out, chest heaving as Hyunjin finally slips in. “God you’re so big.”

“Feels good, yeah?” He whispers into my ear before kissing my cheek. He holds my face with his hands, forcing me to look straight into his glossy, lust-filled eyes. My hands grab onto his strong biceps, the satisfying feeling intensifying as we gaze at each other. He slowly grinds into me, his dancer hips working their magic, sending slow, deep sharp thrusts. I nod at his question quickly, cunt throbbing and fluttering when he brings his hips back to the point his tip falls out, to slam back into me. “feels so good, baby.” A guttural moan leaves from my throat out to the room for the walls to hear. “you’re so tight, angel.” He whispers, panting. His face contorts, eyes scrunching with his pretty mouth open, pink swollen lips shaping an ‘o’ as his hands leave my face, finding my hands and intimately locks fingers with mine. His thrusts turn quicker as our climaxes edge bearer, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room, which would be silent except for the sinful sounds made. My jaw slackens as one certain slam almost sends me over the edge. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin, who repeats it. He slips out, a groan leaving his mouth, before he slowly slides back in, a whimper replaced. “fffffuck, baby. Keep clenching around me like that- shit..”

“Don’t stop. I’m so close, please don’t stop. Of fuck, please please please…” I ramble, unable to form actual coherent sentences. “Angel. Are you going to cum?”

“yes, oh fuck” he speeds up, an inhumane pace beginning as his hands leave mine. One dips between our bodies, down to between my legs where he proceeds to deliciously play with my bundle of nerves. His other hand encases around my throat, causing a big, whiny moan to escape me. I’m so close I can fucking taste it.

“Open.” He demands and, without even realising, my mouth opens and we both watch as a huge, fat glob of his spit drops onto my tongue.

My body shakes. My pussy convulses, my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head as a delicious feeling washes over me like a tsunami. I swallow his spit and my fingers rake down his back as I ride my orgasm out. While that takes place, Hyunjin watches, pure admiration and love flooding his eyes as his pace becomes irregular, his pace lost and forgotten as he abuses and continues the consensual assault on my used cunt. “oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“please cum inside of me, baby. Give me your cum, give it all please.” I beg, desperate to please him. “fuck. Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight still- shit.” He stills, his hot cum dripping deep into my stomach and I moan at the feeling so utterly full. “I love you, Hyunnie.” “I love you way more, angel.”

[someloserjay]

Concerts and Tequila PT.2

Tw!! NSFW mentions of drinking

This is the first smut I’ve ever written and writing from a different genders POV wasn’t a great first choice any constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

Part two to my other fan-fiction under the same name

Sebastian POV

Looking at her hazey eyes makes thoughts run through my head, hell my head is spinning. Doing anything right now isn't okay though, right? I ask myself. I mean we’ve both had so much to drink. No, I can't do anything. I'll wait. I have too. I realize I’ve just been looking over [Y/N]’s face as I’ve been stuck in my own head thinking. Before I can make another coherent thought a pair of warm lips collide with mine. The hand that had been on her chin falls as the lingering smell of tequila and some sort of fruity chapstick flood over me and I’m frozen for what feels like years before my body takes over and my hand moves to rest on the back of her neck. My eyes close and I relax into the kiss letting my mind forget its worries for this moment. Her hand tangles in the back of hair. Before I can even realize I’ve pulled her into my lap as the kiss continues, my hand gently holding onto her waist just under her hoodie. Her hands tangle themselves deeper in my hair, one of my hands hesitantly, creeps up her skin following the shape of her. She’s warm between the alcohol, the hoodie, and I’m sure because of the situation. My hand stops when it reaches just under her breast. I remember the conversation I had just had with myself and run my hand back down to where it had been. Eventually we pull away for some air, we rest our foreheads against each other as we breathe.

“I’ve waited so long to do that. Sucks it took 20 cc's of liquid confidence.” She says under her breath with a laugh, yoba I will never get tired of her laugh. Her voice is still horse and going in and out from screaming but it’s still the prettiest thing I’ve heard. I fall back into the bed, my head spinning a smile plastered on my face now, [Y/N] promptly climbs off my lap and lands beside me, her head finding its home in the crook of my neck. My hand finds itself gently rubbing circles on her waist.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” I say trying not to watch her facial movement, I'm totally failing. I’m definitely staring.

“I didn’t want to mess anything up that we already had.” She mutters as she plays with a strand of my hair. I watch her eyes dart around my face waiting, no, begging for confirmation that her boldness hasn’t ruined our friendship.

“[Y/N], I’ve had a thing for you since we talked at the beach that night.” I say, her eyes light up the drunken haze still coating them. She yawns, it has been a long night, I glance at the clock. Shit it’s practically two am.

“Let’s get to bed.” I say standing up to go turn the light off and double check the door is locked. Sam and Abigail are sneaky bastards, but I owe them. As I turn I see [Y/N] climbing under the covers of the bed we had just been laying on. I can’t help but to smile. A big goofy drunk smile, yoba I’m going to feel so sick in the morning. How does [Y/N] drink with us on Fridays and just get up and do farm work. The thought bogs my mind as I walk back to the beds and without a second thought I undo the covers beside [Y/N]. She gives a very tired smile. She turns to be in bed and rests her head onto my chest, I slip my arm under her head. Can she hear my heart racing, I really hope not. I watch as she falls asleep, placing an very gentle kiss on her forehead, not not to wake her before going to sleep myself.

[Y/N] has the worst alarm sound, why did she pick the worse one, my head hurts. I groan as I sit up, I was right I feel like I got hit by a bus. Speaking of i have to ride one today. I toss my legs over the side of the bed and stretch. Before I know it, we’ve all checked out of the hotel and are climbing into the rental car to go return it and catch the bus.

“[Y/N] how in Yoba’s name are you so chipper?” Abigail asks as she closes the car door and gets passed the aux cord.

“Working the farm makes you a morning person, what can I say?” She says with a smile on. She puts the car in reverse and we get on the road. The three of us are dealing with different hangover symptoms except her. How is she fine? I know if I ask it’ll just be something like ‘farmers don’t have time for hangovers.’

The bus finally pulls into the stop at town and everyone hobbles off. Everyone says their goodbyes as Abigail and Sam head back to their houses.

“Well I better get back and check on the animals.” [Y/N] says

“Wait, uh, about last night?” I ask my confidence left when the hangover hit me.

“Yeah, you uh wanna come by later this afternoon and we’ll chat over some prairie king?” She asks as she tosses her backpack over her shoulder.

“8?” I ask and she nods, turning on her heel towards her farm.

——8pm——

I take a drag from the freshly lit cigarette, blowing it out as I glance up at the clouds covering the sky. [Y/N] should be happy rainy days are good for the farm, quieter at least. The walk is nice and quiet. It gives me time to think what am I going into? We both confessed our feelings. I’m confused and nervous about what’s going to happen. Are we going to pretend nothing happened? Before I know it I’ve arrived at the farm and my cigarette is finished making my nerves a small bit better. I make a straight shot to the door and knock the door while shoving the burnt out cigarette butt into the pack. I’ll toss it later, I think to myself. T my he wooden door creaks open as a tired [Y/N] stands in front of the door with a huge smile. She ushers me inside, on the coffee table sits a pizza box from the saloon and some jojo colas. She has pillows set on the floor to sit on and controllers set beside each side. She closes the door behind me as her cat comes over to rub against my leg before curling beside a space heater in the kitchen.

“So uh.” She says breaking the silence as we sit, the theme music for prairie king softly playing in the background

“I didn’t think it would be this awkward sober.” I say laughing out a breath, my hand rubbing the back of my neck.

“Look things don’t have to get all weird between us, if you don’t want to move forward anywhere that's totally fine. I get it completely. The friendship we have is great and if that’s all it’s going t-“

“You’re adorable when you ramble you know.” I say trying to not let on that I’m just as nervous as her. She begins stuttering over words trying to put a sentence together.

“Seriously, I like you [Y/N], and I want to move forward on that.” I say my hand moving to rest on hers. She smiles and I set my free hand on her cheek, gently pulling her forward until our lips meet. This kiss is much gentler, the passion is still there, it's not the same. It’s better. The food can wait, same with the game. As if it’s muscle memory, one of her hands rests on shoulder and the other finds its way to my hair. I pull away just for a moment.

“Do you want to?” I ask, my eyes meeting hers.

“Right now, more than anything.” She says before reconnecting the kiss. That’s all I needed as I guide her back onto my lap as I did last night. She straddles me as my hands find themselves exploring. They find the hem of her shirt, I start to lift it when it reaches her arm we break the kiss to let it slip off her head. My eyes drop

“I’ll be honest, I didn't expect anything to happen.” She says with a laugh a plain bra matching her skin tone faces me.

“I don’t care what it looks like.” I say grabbing the hem of my own top and pulling it off, tossing it with hers. She places her hands on my chest and the other on the back of my head. She pulls me forward back into a kiss, my hands trail up her spine until I hit the back of the bra pushing the two sides together, the clasp falls. Both of our breathing is unsteady as she pulls the straps off her shoulders. I’m assuming it lands near our other clothes. I’m quick with moving my hands to her front, she’s so warm. I feel a bit bad, I know my hands are cold, they always are, she doesn’t seem to mind. I have one hand reach to hold her breast as I rub circles around her nipple with my thumb. Her hips buck forward in response to the touch, and a quiet moan was added to the kiss. My own body is very well aware of the situation. I start to fiddle with the strings on her sweat pants until the bow she had it tied in comes loose. I’m cursing my jeans for being tighter than I want at the moment. She pulls away, breathing heavily

“Ugh, did you want to go to my room?” She asks as she slowly works the button on my jeans.

“Do you?” She nods, standing helping me up as she leads me to the bedroom. The door clicking shut behind us. She quickly steps out of her pants, her underwear falling with them. She climbs onto the bed as I’m kicking off jeans and boxers. My cheeks flush, she’s sitting against the headboard. She pulls me back in for a kiss before my nerves can catch up to me. One hand is beside her hip steadying myself, with the other I start to gently rub her thigh, quickly move up to tease her entrance. She gasps and whines, her hips push down towards my hand. I understand and slowly push two fingers in, starting them at a steady comfortable pace. I put my head in the space between her neck and shoulder being as gentle as possible as I bite and kiss at her neck leaving marks down to her breasts before kissing down her stomach. She gasps as my tongue presses against her sensitive bud. Moans slip from her lips as her hands rush to my hair pulling gently towards herself. After a couple minutes of this her thighs push together against my head slightly and I pull away.

“Not yet sweetheart.” I say in a borderline growl in her ear as I pull her down so she’s laying under me she yelps as she’s pulled from her sitting position. She smiles at me with lust filled eyes as I line myself and slowly push myself into her until our skin meets.

“Fuck…” I mutter as Im fully inside the woman underneath me now. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me down from my neck into a kiss. I start at a quick but steady pace. I pull away from the kiss and look at her as she moans under me and holds on to my shoulders for some sort of handle on things. It’s not long before her thighs tighten around me and try to keep my stationary as she rides her peak out.

“I love you.” I say wiping some hair from the side of her cheek as I keep thrusting throughout her orgasm. I push myself up so I can see her fully under me, my hands going to each breast playing and gently tugging. I quickly pull out the warm liquid landing on her stomach and thigh. I touch my forehead to hers for a moment, before reaching over her to the tissues on her nightstand carefully cleaning her off. I toss them in an trash can she has in her room before laying beside her. We’re both panting as she cuddles beside me.

“I love you too.” She says smiling.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up, eat the food you have ready and play the prairie king.” I say sitting up, she nods and sits up with me. I think I'm starting to love Pelican town. And of course [Y/N].

[buckyismybicycle]

Title: ((if you like it), put a ring in it [AO3 Link] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Tags: Top Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behaviour/Sex, Object Insertion, Fisting, Come Eating, Prostate Milking, PWP Summary: the “in” from the title is NOT a typo :)

For my precious @cable-knit-sweater in our impromptu “ring fic” exchange LOL. I adore you, and this ring obsession is all your fault 💗

Everyone should also read Maya’s “made your mark on me, a golden tattoo”.

It all starts with a friendly pat on the arm, when Steve shakes the hand of a potential business partner. That’s not all Bucky sees though — he sees Steve giving that naturally kind, brilliant smile and the man’s hand lingering for a beat too long on Steve’s bicep.

Someone will have to answer for that. When he tells Steve this, Steve had all but dropped to his knees right then and there in the middle of their nightclub.

Thankfully, or perhaps disappointingly, they were the only two left, so Bucky was free to fuck Steve on the bar counter, hoarse screams echoing in the large, open room.

When he finally pulls out of Steve, he has to stop Steve from pulling up his pants.

“No one touches my things,” Bucky reminds him in a low voice. “Did you need a little reminding?”

Steve’s pupils blow wide open at the rhetorical question as his lush, pink lips part in anticipation. Excitement. The big doe-eyed expression tells Bucky that Steve himself isn’t sure what the answer should be.

It’s not like Bucky had prepared to fuck his newlywed husband in the middle of their club that night, or any other night, though maybe he ought to start doing so.

Bucky doesn’t explain what to do next, he doesn’t need to. He simply picks up the closest substitute within reach — a simple, shiny jigger. Steve shivers and hikes his leg up, ass inviting, but it still takes some patience to work it in.

It’s the wrong shape, the wrong size, and yet it does its job and plugs Steve up all the same.

Then Bucky makes sure to hit every speed bump on their way home.

—

“Who’s my good boy,” Bucky coos, twisting and pulling the silver makeshift plug out of Steve, drawing a whine. “Good boys deserve rewards, don’t they now?”

He’s careful taking it out and the resistance he feels is enough to make Bucky’s cock stir again, his body eager to feel that same tight grip. His hands smooth over Steve’s voluptuous cheeks which are spread open, presenting to him like a delectable feast.

He traces a finger around Steve’s swollen hole, watching it flutter, greedy for more while a strangled affirmative sound comes from Steve’s throat, muffled by the mattress that he lies face-first in.

“Iunno, Stevie, you’re lookin’ pretty full as it is.”

“More,” Steve pants into the sheets. “Always want more of you.”

“Sure you can handle it, sweet thing?” Bucky asks, pressing two fingers into the loosened, slicked hole.

“Yes, yeah — fuck, please,” Steve babbles, weeping as he clenches the bedding in his fists.

Bucky loves when Steve is a mess. A crying, heaving mess of tears, sweat and come, covered in Bucky’s marks.

“You know I gotta take my time openin’ you back up,” Bucky teases, the third finger prodding at the entrance.

“S’fine,” Steve insists. “I can take it, I can nnnggh —”

He’s cut off by the sharp inhale he takes as Bucky pushes in.

Bucky watches with dark, hungry eyes as his fingers disappear inside of Steve, one of his many rings catching on the rim each time. “Fuck, look at you, greedy little thing.”

Steve’s past the point of coherent words, but he does push back, meeting Bucky’s slower movements. Bucky watches in amusement for a while before he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot he’s so familiar with.

“AH! Oh, Buck,” Steve moans, echoing in their room, his body trying to rock faster until Bucky puts a hand on his lower back.

“Time for what you really want, unless you’re just gonna fuck yourself on my fingers all night.”

Steve freezes, as if a switch has been flipped. The switch between “BRAT” and “BEHAVE”, if Bucky was going to label them. He gives Bucky a shuddering moan, canting his hips downward as if he could possibly open himself more for Bucky, submitting himself to Bucky’s plans for him.

Even Bucky’s self-control has its limits, though. As much as he’d love to tease Steve all night, his own cock is heavy between his legs, begging to sink into the sight presented in front of him. He tugs at Steve’s rim with both thumbs hooked inside and lets out a happy sigh. As if there was ever any question about who belonged inside Steve, Bucky spits into the swollen, winking hole watching the bubbles of his saliva get swallowed up before lining himself up.

“Who does this tight little hole belong to?”

“You,” Steve answers without hesitation, his breathing picking up again already.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You!” Steve cries out as Bucky breaches him.

“Mmm, and you wanna know who wants to fucking ruin you right now?”

“God, Bucky — please, Bucky,” Steve begs in lieu of an answer, clamping down on Bucky’s cock like a vice grip.

Bucky makes good on that promise, fucks Steve into the mattress within an inch of his life until they come together, groaning and grunting. Until they’re both a tangled mess of limbs and harsh breaths, sweat gleaming across their skin.

Steve smiles deliriously, trying his best to look over his shoulder when Bucky starts to pull out, even though all he sees are fucking stars right now. He whines at Bucky, tongue too heavy to formulate his demand for Bucky to stay, to keep him plugged. It’s one of his favourite feelings…

And yet, what Bucky does next might even be better.

“Bu — uh!” Steve bites his own lip hard enough to bleed as Bucky roughly shoves three fingers back inside him, his other pressing Steve down into the bed. “Oh! Oh, fuck, yes, yes…”

Steve trails off into moaning sobs as Bucky goes straight for his destination. He’s already right on the edge, so he knows it won’t take much, but he hangs on for as long as possible, just to savour the sensation of Bucky inside him.

Bucky gets his fourth finger in, the ring on it bearing his initials of “BB”. It gives him some inexplicable possessive feeling of making Steve his, as if he could brand his name inside of Steve.

The squelching noises of Bucky plunging his fingers in, past his knuckles are obscene, loud enough they can be heard over Steve’s breathless pants for air. Then he’s in deep enough that the tip of his thumb can run along the abused rim.

“Feels like I’m gonna split you right open,” Bucky purrs, slipping his thumb in to join the rest.

“Do it,” Steve huffs with a lopsided small, eyes glazed over and shining.

He can read Steve’s body, the way it tightens and his muscles ripple, building up an orgasm that shouldn’t be possible.

Bucky pulls his hand back an inch or so, fingers pressing on the front wall, and Steve jolts immediately. As Bucky curls his digits, slowly massaging the slight bulge, he watches as Steve’s muscles tense and shudder beneath him.

“Buck…” Steve gasps, face pinched in concentration. “C-can’t —”

“Oh, yes you can, kitten. You will.” It’s not a question, Bucky’s not asking, he’s simply announcing it as he plunges back in, all the way up to his wrist. His thumb smooths over Steve’s sweet spot, his entire hand enveloped in heat.

It’s thrilling to watch his whole hand sink into Steve’s body, to think about just how deep he truly is, to impale Steve on his arm like this. Steve’s unmarred skin stretches around him, his cheeks a blend of pinks and reds from Bucky’s assault on them.

Just as he’d planned, Steve shoots up from the mattress with a wail, his cock dribbling as Bucky milks him.

It’s music to Bucky’s ears, the desperate pleas to both stop and keep going.

When he’s finally wrung everything out of Steve, he starts retracting his fingers, sticky with come, webbing as Bucky spreads them.

If it weren’t for the heaving of Steve’s body from his laboured breathing, Bucky might’ve thought he’d fucked Steve dead. Instead, he lays himself over Steve’s back, bracketing Steve with his arms.

“Remember who you belong to?”

“M’yours…” Steve slurs, his mind halfway to the clouds, blissful.

“That’s right, baby. Open.”

Bucky doesn’t need to say anything more — his good boy follows the command in an instant.

Steve’s mouth is so inviting, lips shining with his own drool, tongue hanging out to get a taste.

Bucky brings his mess of a hand up to Steve’s mouth, fingers upon Steve’s willing tongue and simply watches. His eyes track how Steve sucks on each one and licks in between them.

When Steve gets to his rings, he takes extra time and attention to wriggle about, to get every drop of Bucky’s come out of every crevice. The tip of Steve’s tongue runs along his initials, and it makes the heat inside of Bucky flare up again.

He leans down to kiss the matching ring on Steve’s finger, the “BB” on Steve’s gold band an obvious claim.

Mine.

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Bloodhound. (A Ghost x AFAB!Reader fic)

Act One, Chapter Eight: A Rising Scream.

Apologies for the wait and for the brevity of this chapter!

A lot of stuff has happened lately, in the time between writing the last chapter and this one, I've passed my A-Levels, got into medical school, my nan unfortunately passed away and I've moved into my uni dorm. So yeah, a lot has happened.

Regarding my nan, she had been ill for a while and passed away peacefully in her sleep at home which was exactly what she wanted. Her funeral is happening next week and it'll be a great opportunity to say goodbye and celebrate her. She was a fab woman and I'm going to miss her.

I'll probably get even busier in the coming weeks due to fresher's period and all that so I'm super grateful for your patience and please bear with me! We're nearing the end of Act One- only two more chapters to go! 🥳

Regardless, I hope you all enjoy the continuation of this story. I had a bit of a confidence crisis writing this but I managed to overcome it and get this written how I wanted it to be written!

Warnings: Threats of violence, violence, blood, strong language and horror elements

According to Soap’s watch, it was precisely one-thirty in the morning. As quick as a whip, you turned your head around, a chill draft had crept into the barracks, setting off your senses. You sighed to yourself, gently lowering Soap’s wrist so it could hang off the edge of his bed like it had been doing before you’d arrived.

Your mind was still racing with alerts of someone’s intrusion, the hairs on the back of your neck standing starkly upright, sensitive to the slightest changes in the air behind you. The darkness of the night was slowly beginning to make sense to your eyes: the inky, oppressive mess forming coherent shapes and vague outlines.  Essentially, your world had become an array of shades of grey. Your lip curled as a sharp thought pinched your brain. You spun around, standing up from your crouched position, looking about like a lone little deer. With how scared you were, presuming your quarry was a lamia, which you prayed it was, you wouldn’t be surprised if she could sense your dread. It was practically oozing out of every pore, your heart in the back of your throat, your lungs burning with sharp inhalations as you gulped down the stuffy air around you.

You rubbed your bare arms, keeping them close to your body, in a weak attempt to self-soothe once more. Perhaps you should arm yourself? Yes. Yes, good idea! Feet tiptoed towards your bed, where your belongings were. You knelt down and your eyes caught the shining glimpse of your hepta-plate. Like shimmering drops of moonlight peeking through that unzipped duffel bag of yours, your eyes couldn’t ignore the shimmers. The actual moon hung brightly in the night sky above you, casting beams through any and all windows, which your armour was quick to pick up and respond to, reflecting its rays aimlessly, with no wearer to instruct it how to use the light properly.

The barracks almost look like something out of a gothic novel, the streams of light crisscrossing over each other, pouring in from opposite windows; the slumbering soldiers atop their beds, arranged in rows, like church pews, marking out an aisle between them. You couldn’t help but be fascinated, your surroundings reminding you of those books you had to read for literature studies back in the Red Room. You were fed all kinds, from modern classics like Golding’s ‘Lord of the Flies’, to something more to your taste such as ‘Dracula’ and ‘Frankenstein’.

‘Dracula’ was an interesting one. Your overseer reminded you of the character. Regal, elegant, but disturbingly savage. He somehow managed to muddy the waters of affection and violence, between what was appropriate and what was not. He had made you feel so… weak.

You sort of resented how he let you live, abandoning you on the soil that night, letting you bleed out.

His masked face flashed before your eyes as you peered into your duffel bag. You staggered backwards, gasping. Maybe you should just take your rifle and leave the horrors alone to mingle with your luggage. Swiping your rifle from its resting place, leaning against the foot of your bed, you spun on your heel to make your way out.

Eyes fixed on the floor, you watched one foot move to take a step, followed by the other. One. Two. One. Two. One. Two. Occupied by the rhythm, you felt your bubbling mind begin to simmer down and hoped that would allow your presence to shrink away and blend into the collective of sleeping soldiers. Minds together formed a hive of sorts… Well, that’s how you would describe it. You could tell who you knew and who you didn’t, however, there were ways of blending in. The best way was to keep calm. You found yourself doing Gaz’s breathing exercises he had taught you the other day when you tried doing some yoga with him and… Rudy, was it? Yeah. That was his name!

One. Two. One. Two. One. Two.

As you were about to take another step, a third foot planted itself firmly between both of yours. You were taken aback. Startled, you looked up to see who was blocking your path.

It was Sergeant Gaz.

Relief swept over you.

“Good evening…” you greeted, smiling weakly.

More like morning, really. Ugh! Dang it!

Gaz raised an eyebrow, suspicion so obvious on his face that it could be seen a mile away.

“Watcha doing?” Gaz asked, cringing a little as he heard his voice bounce off the walls of the barracks, the silence of the night seemingly magnifying the volume of his speech tenfold.

You reminded him of a fox who had just been spotted skulking around in the early hours of the morning by an unexpected human; all eyes and frozen on the spot, the only indication of the fact you were a living thing and not some statue being the rapid risings and fallings of your chest.

“Uh…” Your eyes briefly wandered around as you searched for a good enough excuse. “Toilet?”

Gaz wasn’t convinced.

“Y/N, you should probably head back to bed and rest up. You know, I overheard Ghost telling Soap that he’d caught you wandering about last night… and the night before.”

You sighed.

“I can’t sleep.”

Gaz’s face softened for a moment. However, soon, he resumed a more authoritative look when he spotted the assault rifle hanging off your body. He tensed a little, adjusting the grip on his own firearm, shining the torch more towards your face.

“Y/N, what are you up to?”

“I’m off to go find whoever slipped into the base earlier today.”

“Y/N-”

He made to grab your arm, but you shrugged him off.

“Don’t try to dissuade me! I can sense them!”

You didn’t even bother looking back, ready to march off, your hunt being both a means of securing your temporary home and an act of protest against those who were sceptical of you.

“Really?”

You halted in your tracks. Slowly, you turned around to face the sergeant.

He sounded strangely… earnest. Did he… Did he believe you?

“Can you actually sense them?”

Shyly, you nodded.

“How?”

A small smile appeared on your face.

“I know what everyone’s minds are like here,” you explained, “Each of you have a particular… well, I don’t want to say ‘scent’ but it’s like that.”

Gaz chuckled, unsure of what to make of that but supposed it sort of made sense. You paused, a glint of worry appearing in your eyes as you watched Gaz’s disposition change.

“Go on, Y/N,” he encouraged with a smile.  

“Okay,” you continued, a little surprised by his want to try to understand, “Um… So, being here, I’ve figured out what the base’s minds are like and how they mix. Someone, this morning, didn’t belong to the collective. They’re setting off alarm bells in my head. They don’t mean well.”

“And you can just know this because…”

“…I’m a lamia. It’s my job. It’s my nature,” you said, finishing his sentence.

“I see. Well, you’ll probably need someone to watch your six.”

Gaz smiled, gesturing to his armed self.

You couldn’t help but grin in reply, gesturing for him to follow you.

The halls were deathly silent, only the sounds of your footsteps and the faint outside world contributed to the melody of the nighttime ambience. You were doing your best to keep your breaths as even and as quiet as possible, despite the fact it was making your chest feel awfully tight. Your body was so tense: every step intentional, every heartbeat made with the hopes of being slower and more controlled than the previous one, and every thought produced was dulled down so as not to alert your quarry.

Gaz couldn’t deny that he was fascinated by the way you moved, it was steady, eerily calm and above all, focused. Unlike him. The sergeant had found himself looking this way and that, a little flustered but keeping to his word: watching your back.

This new base the Vaqueros had made a home in was undoubtedly haunting, Gaz couldn’t deny it. It was an old base, probably patched together in the forties or even earlier, with bits of paint flaking off the walls, creaking doors and windows that looked as though their panes were always on the verge of falling out of their frames. His big brown eyes were instinctually drawn to the windows, where moonlight spilt into the space, trying to brush every crevice with its silver stain. The ceiling was high, and the width of the corridor was narrow, like the gut of some emaciated snake.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

The rhythm of anticipation.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

You gripped your gun fervently, keeping it close to you. An adrenaline-fuelled, almost gleeful, shudder ran through you. It was… well, you hated to admit it, but it was almost relieving in a way. You had spent the past few days worrying and waiting for the inevitable and it had come. You weren’t necessarily ready - I mean, who can be ready for the Foundation - but you weren’t as scared as you thought you’d be. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t shocking. They had come, as expected, to take what was theirs.

“I am neither good nor evil. Simply, I am.”

The heart of the Foundation’s motto sang in the echoey chambers of your skull. It had been recited to you in assemblies, recited to you in training, recited to you during your transfusion and during your beatings. When you found yourself sitting there, looking at the Foundation’s collective hand, awaiting to be shaped like clay into what they wanted, they recited that motto to you. They simply were and they would continue to simply be: saints to those who needed their services and cruel tyrants to those they sold as part of them. The Foundation was so shapeless, so distant, and yet, ever-present. They posed a type of horror you couldn’t quite articulate. They didn’t care for you and yet, they wanted to drag you back to the Red Room, not giving a damn if it had to be done with you kicking and screaming. They treasured you enough to nourish you, educate you, and give you lovely clothes, but they also pushed you to the brink, took away your autonomy, and lashed out at you and your fellow lamias even if you weren’t at fault.

“Neither good nor evil.”

You couldn’t help but feel your throat tighten a little as you and Gaz rounded a corner, making for the canteen. The was something different in the air, something which grew stronger as you headed for the mess hall. She was here. Or at least you hoped she was. Turning around, you waved to get Gaz’s attention. He looked at you, furrowing his brows. However, soon, they would be raised in fearful dread as he watched you point your finger to the open doorway.

“Are they in there?” Gaz mouthed, already knowing the answer but being afraid to have it confirmed.

“I think so,” you mouthed back.

Gaz readied his weapon, taking in a deep breath and ensuring his torchlight wasn’t going to be in the line of view for whoever was lurking in the canteen. He nodded at you, and you gave a thumbs-up. Then, you began to count down on your fingers.

Three… Two… One…

WHOOSH!

You both leapt from around the corner, planting your feet firmly on the ground. Both of you looked this way and that, dousing whatever you looked at in the white lights of your torches. You looked down the barrel of your firearm, finger hovering over the trigger, itching to land a bullet in your prey. She was here. You could sense her now, somewhat even build a picture in your mind. It was a lamia, older than you expected, and a little… well, you didn’t want to use the term ‘weak’ per se, but she had clearly not used her abilities in a while. Especially, if you had caught on to her so quickly.

You would be feeling quite chuffed if you hadn’t realised that she wasn’t actually in the canteen anymore.

The moment you began looking around the servery, the scent had gone cold. You muttered a curse under your breath, trying to find her mind amidst the horde of dreamers.

“Y/N!”

You turned around as Gaz lightly tapped your shoulder.

“What is it?”

“There.”

“What?”

“There!”

He pointed to the doorway from whence you came. Following the line of his outstretched arm, focusing your eyes on exactly where his index finger was pointing, you could make out a figure. She was faint, a ghostly apparition amidst the fuzzy darkness. She looked almost transparent. You held your mouth agape, frozen on the spot.

Just as she was.

Valeria knew you both had seen her. Desperately, she tried to will herself into obscurity once more. It was going to be a struggle. Once seen, Valeria knew she most likely couldn’t be unseen.

“Are you seeing this?” Gaz whimpered, unsure if he should shine his light at the spirit haunting the doorway.

You nodded, staring into Valeria’s soul. She was flitting between being a solid form and something less material, your mind trying to ascertain her reality while hers cried out that she was not there. She clung to the doorframe, unsure if she should move or remain deathly still.

Gaz’s gaze went from you to Valeria and then back to you. The tension in the air was palpable. Your eyes were fixed on her, pupils blown out to their full diameter, threatening to consume your irises whole. That look on your face, she could recognise it through the murk, it was an expression that she once bore: the alert, focused face of a lamia ready to strike. Valeria’s heart skipped a beat or two.

All she needed to do was leave unscathed, without a trace, and she was failing miserably.

No matter, she sighed to herself, it’s already done.

Valeria could still taste Simon’s blood at the back of her throat. His metallic stain lingered on her tongue, mingling with her spit, so that with every nervous gulp, more and more of him would become part of her.

It was disgusting.

Both what she had done and the nature of the action itself. Who would’ve thought that a single bite, a single drop of the Foundation’s ‘delectable’ formula, could bear such a heavy weight on her? Valeria never thought of herself as one with a guilty conscience and yet, here she was, in blood, stepped in so far that she could wade no more.

A shudder ran through you and Valeria’s body stiffened further. You could sense something was wrong. You could sense she had done something wrong.

“What have you done?” you hazarded to ask.

She remained silent, much to your chagrin.

“Answer me! What have you done?! I can see it. You’re flitting between here and the barracks. What have you done?!”

Before Valeria Garza was someone she had not expected to find. When she had first heard the word ‘renegade’, she had initially thought you’d be a sheepish, snivelling mess. A caricature of a victim. Now, however, she saw what you really were: angry… but not to a fault, not yet anyways. Anger could be honed, could be wielded.

Yes, she could feel some of her guilt slipping away a little, you’ll fix this.

As much as Valeria wanted to take a moment for herself to scream away her grotesque feelings of self-loathing and abhorrence regarding the fact she had just added Ghost to the Foundation’s arsenal, the woman knew she’d have no time for that. You were here right now, and she needed to grab hold of you, point you in the right direction and pray you’d stay on your course.

“Look, I need you to-”

SLAM!

By a mere hair, Valeria dodged your attack. At a frighteningly fast speed, you had lunged at her. Having sorely missed, you ended up finding yourself crashing into the wall. Your firearm fell to the floor with a loud clatter, the buckle of its strap having given way as you collided with the mass of plaster, brick and paint.

“Y/N!”

Gaz suddenly sprung to life and ran after you, instinctually, not thinking straight… Only for a strong hand to stop him in his tracks. The intruding lamia had grabbed his wrist and then proceeded to throw him to the floor.

Valeria grinned under her mask, watching Gaz stare at her like she was something beyond his understanding. His eyes were as wide as saucers, his mouth slightly agape. He scrambled back, trying to regain his footing.

This lamia was stronger than she looked, stronger than Gaz for sure. It was unnerving. Sure, the man had seen supernatural strength displayed in films and television but to be at the receiving end, to see what it looked like in real life… It had shaken him in a way he didn’t think it would. Gaz had thought he was acquainted with the idea of this, but reality had shown him otherwise. To be thrown onto the ground, discarded like a minor inconvenience, as an SAS soldier, by something other than a machine or explosive, something supposedly human, it made Gaz feel incredibly… small.

He felt as though he had been stripped of his firearm, his training, and his courage. All things that made Gaz a good soldier had just been trampled and spat on by this lamia.

“This is between me and my sister, soldier. Stay.”

Valeria couldn’t help but find a little joy in watching him be dumbfounded by her. She was in desperate need of that ego boost. 

Turning her attention back to you, Valeria watched as you regained your footing, groaning in pain. That slam was going to leave a foul bruise. If she wanted to keep Gaz on the ground, she needed to give him an excuse not to fire his gun, and that excuse would be keeping you as close to her as possible. The melding of you both into a single target was currently Valeria’s priority and she knew it was going to be a challenge.

You had a fire in your eyes, even in the dark, she could make out your primal anger. You were going to fight like a mad cat.

Valeria scoffed as you snarled.

However, her confidence soon would falter as she narrowly dodged another strike to her face. As Valeria tried to regain her footing, you landed a kick to her stomach.

Oh, it was on now!

She staggered backwards, a wave of wooziness taking hold of her. Uncertain but uncaring as to whether it was the remnants of the Foundation’s formula or the shock from just how strong you were, Valeria growled and quickly rearranged her footing. She grabbed hold of you, by both your arms, and headbutted you. A fountain of blood came spurting from your nose as your head was thrown back. As you raised your head to look up at her with defiance, she quickly punched you down. Spit and blood splattered the floor as you fell to your knees.

“You need to listen!”

Her words fell on deaf ears, and you grabbed her legs, dragging her down to your level.

Meanwhile, Gaz was shakily trying to point his weapon at your assailant. He smiled, managing to get a lock on Valeria, only for you and her to swap places. You writhed against her grip, screaming at her. A chill ran through him as the other lamia briefly looked at him and then, keeping an iron-grip on you, spun you around so your back was lined up with his barrel.

Shit!

You turned, realising what the bitch was doing, and using her own hold on you against her, rocked backwards, using your feet to push her upwards and launch her over you.

She fell face-first into the ground. Valeria gasped for air, getting her bearings.

Then, your shadow appeared, casting her in darkness.

You raised your foot, ready to cave her skull in with a stomp.

Luckily, she rolled out of the way and grabbed your ankle, causing you to become off-balance. You fell to the floor.

You propped yourself up with your hands, pressing down onto the ground with a fervour you were certain wasn’t necessary. Despite this, your body felt unnaturally heavy. You were panting, viscous red hanging in strings, clinging to your lower lip for dear life. A firm hand grabbed some of your hair, forcing you to look up at the concealed face of your current punisher.

“RAAAARGH! LET GO OF ME!”

You writhed and wriggled.

Gaz’s heart was beating at a rate of knots. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t shoot, however.

As he made to strike the lamia on the back of her head, she grabbed him yet again, and this time, by his throat. She had both you and Gaz in each hand, holding you both in place with uncanny ease.

“LET GO!” you screeched, tears streaming down your face.

Valeria could see herself in you. See your fear. She knew that feeling all too well, and she felt a little bad that she’d be subjecting you to further anguish. However, Gaz right now was an inconvenience; what she needed to say had to be uttered in confidence. The sergeant was an obstacle.

You had underestimated her. Severely underestimated her. She was strong and you were panicking.

Gaz struggled for breath, trying to swipe at the lamia’s face as her grip tightened.

“STOP! STOP! PLEASE!” you squealed.

She turned and looked back at you, her head tilting to one side as she saw your glossy, pleading eyes trying to find hers behind the mask.

“STOP!”

You were losing yourself as you saw Gaz’s eyes begin to roll into the back of his head.

“NO! NO! STOP IT, SISTER! DON’T-”

He succumbed to it, his body going limp. The soldier was released from her grip and fell to the ground. His breaths now soft and even.

Valeria sighed, a wave of exhaustion taking her by surprise. She released you too, bringing her hands to her temples. You took the opportunity to rise up from under her and pin the cruel bitch to the floor. She yelped in surprise.

“Wake him up! Wake him up, now!” you demanded.

It was her turn to writhe and wriggle.

“DO IT!”

“You need to listen!” she rasped out, “They’re here. In the woods. There’s a whole pack and they’re coming for you.”

Up until that point, your face had been creased and vicious, your nose scrunched up, drawn towards your eyes. Now, it softened, relaxed. Angry crevices disappeared, giving way to surprise and curiosity. Your lips were gently parted, ragged breaths becoming a little more stable.

“What?”

“They’re already here. They’ve come for you, and they’ll take this whole base with them if you’re not careful.”

You let out a shaky sigh and gently released her.

“Why are you telling me this?”

She took a moment to craft her answer as she rose to an upright seated position, nursing her shoulder.

“Does it matter? You know what you have to do,” she replied matter-of-factly.

You sunk a little, your posture becoming slumped. You rested on your heels, your hands hanging limp in front of you, fingers curling towards your palms. You… you were trying to process this. You didn’t know what to think.

Slowly, you looked over to an unconscious Gaz.

“We’re so strong compared to them. And then Arcadian Sons make us feel so puny,” Valeria lamented.

“I need to wake him up.”

“More like you need to pack your shit and go.”

You shot her a dirty look, however, the malice in your visage soon dissipated. Instead, you opted to just sit in silence. You still couldn’t understand why she was telling you this. She wore the Foundation’s armour. Sure, it looked cobbled together, no doubt they were parts from a spare kit, but you could spot fresh equipment from a mile away. This wasn’t a rogue. This was someone in service.

“Are you going to tell me about why your mind keeps reflecting on the barracks? You were there for a while. I can tell.”

She looked at you sheepishly, quick to avert your gaze. Eventually, though, she mustered the courage and energy to confess.

“I was sent here to-”

She was interrupted by a crescendo of footsteps. You both could see the growing intensity of torchlights emerging as their bearers drew nearer, bouncing down the halls, in time with the drumming of heavy boots. Shadows of men littered the walls.

“GAZ! Y/N!” Price’s signature gruff voice called from the oncoming mob.

“Y/N!” Ghost’s roar could be felt in your chest.

Reflexively, Valeria double-tapped on her chest plate and vanished as soon as they arrived. With you being distracted, slipping out of sight was going to be a piece of cake.

“No! Wait!” You shouted as you turned back and around and reached forth… only to find yourself grasping at air.

Hanging your head low, you drew your hands close to your chest as they cast shadows over you and Gaz.

“What the fuck…” Soap looked around for clues as to what exactly happened here.

Before the men was a scene they couldn’t quite understand. How had this played out? The only indicators available was your bloodied self, Gaz strewn across the floor, cradling his gun, and… that was pretty much it.  

Price immediately rushed to Gaz’s side, listening in for his breathing. Once he heard Gaz’s slow, unusually relaxed inhalations and exhalations, the old man let out a sigh of relief. He removed the firearm from Gaz’s grip. Then, he looked over to you, eyes slightly narrowed.

You swallowed hard.

“What happened here?”

“I…”

Would they even believe you if you told them the truth? Would Gaz even remember this and back you up?

[oddityb]

I can't see myself

Everyone seems to walk around knowing what to say to each other, each sentence creating parts of themselves. These parts cohere into the soul that brightens the life coursing through their veins. Maybe that's why they're afraid of me: a shy little creature that listens but never seems to speak. I must seem undead; like a zombie lunging towards them, envious of the life they have, yearning to claim it. But I never know what to say. I don't know where their words come from, and I don't know why they're so desperate to pour out of their heads. Mine must be an infinite chasm, storing all these thoughts and never running out of space. At least, that's what I see when I look in the mirror.

I don't know who I am, and I don't know what to see. I have this strange feeling at the back of my head, like that's where I really am: not in this body, not in the mirror, but in some imperceptible place out there, only tethered to this world by a thin thread tied to my skull. As the days go by, it tugs harder and harder, trying to draw me towards this distant realm. As the days days go by, I long more and more for it take me. I want to float away, like a balloon off on an adventure.

There's a whole world of color up here. Words take shape as you meet them, objects dance and transform, dreams come alive. Expression means nothing here — minds read themselves. There's no boundaries between me and everything else. Clouds might as well be the hair on my head; the beeze, the breath in my lungs; the heat of the sun, the skin on my bones. A utopia of madness. This must be me.

But I look down at my body: still tied to me, still a bottomless abyss, only now without the hope of ever being filled with rainbows. I look around at everyone else. They overflow with life and light. And my body is but a blackhole. I pity it too much to leave it empty. So, I jump back down.

I hope to fill it with all the love I received from my visit to the heavens. I hope to float on top of it all, able to meet others on the horizon of our minds. But along with all the beauty that I wished would reach the brim of my brain and overflow into the everything else, I sink into the depths of my soul. My blood flows backwards. My heart swallows everything up until all it has left to swallow is itself. Nothingness. This must be me.

I look back at what I see the mirror. There's no difference between a mixture of infinite colors and black. You can't make out shapes in the dark. So terribly alone. I want to hold someone's hand just so I can see my outline. I place my hand on the mirror, and the reflection touches me back. I try to hold it but my arm goes through the surface. I walk further in to see where it goes. My reflection imitates me. It follows me into my fate and we disappear into each other. Neither of us remains. I can't see myself once more. I never know what to say, I could never touch you with my words.

[folkloristico]

🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

🍎 favorite angst quote from a wip

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

🔥 wild card: dealer’s choice of quote from a wip

Thank you for the ask!

🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

Fairies with aquatic powers have the sea within them. Nature fairies breathe with it, with her; the roots of trees are like a mother. Mother. A word that has always felt unnatural on her lips: mother. It implies a detachment that Daphne never appreciated. Mother, she would say, looking at the queen, her back straightened despite the burden of the crown. Father, she would say, looking at the king at her side, love in his eyes but coldness in his mannerism. The burden of the crown, gold dripping on the head and creeping perfidiously like sharp claws. A shadow that never leaves. Daphne skims through memories; she seeks her mother, not the queen. Mama. Papa. Oritel wiggles his fingers, they snap like little men chasing each other. A melody permeates the room, widens these walls that are so empty and fills them, chases away the silence. War isn’t here; it cannot reach us.

From emptiness within waters.

The choice was narrowed down to just this story because it’s the only one I published until now. I don’t really know how to describe it because it’s kind of… atypical? I wrote it as a stream of consciousness whose premise stems from my headcanon that while being under the Sirenix curse, Daphne alternates between moments of consciousness and moments of oblivion. Past memories come back to her in no particular order and the more she remains in her ghost-like state, the more she struggles to remember.

To be honest, I’m not sure it’s something easy to grasp by reading the story as it is, but I don’t really mind because it was a quick character study and I intend to address the headcanon—which I’m not sure it’s canon, honestly; I should rewatch the series to be sure—in my WIPs.

🍎 favorite angst quote from a wip

Daphne knew her father would never say those words as a reminder of what she’d done wrong, but the unwanted implications stuck to her like glue. She felt tears lingering at the corners of her eyes and fought hard to hold them back, swallowing them with all the shame and the helplessness that had settled in her stomach as if never wanting to leave. Needling her mind was the suspicion that just like her mother, her father was trying to remind her that she was not alone, that her condition was the kingdom’s, but neither approach seemed to have any beneficial effect: not her mother’s warm and conciliatory tone, not her father’s attention. Sometimes, she wanted to chase them away. She lacked the language, or perhaps the strength, to shape into coherent sentences the detachment she was left with since regaining a body with an emptiness within matching the one she’d felt as a ghost. Ste stood, untenanted and idle, floating in the water, never drowning but wanting to.  I plead for death to take me, not only to be reunited with you but to be free of the pain, was not something she could just say to her parents. Nor did she believe they could understand what it was like to wander the palace, the ghost of her childhood haunted these walls, and feeling like she belonged more than current Daphne did.

From the SotLK rewrite WIP, after Daphne has been ‘revived’👀

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

“Dad, I’m sorry about…” she said, but there were so many things she felt sorry for that she couldn’t find it in her to say which one it was. She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have left.” Oritel’s fingers lingered on her bare face, brushing her cheek as though she were made of glass. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he said softly. His other hand was on her shoulder with the same gentleness of before. Daphne had slowly been relearning how to let other people touch her without withdrawing herself. “Do you still want to dance?” Afraid her voice would break into a cry, Daphne just nodded. Oritel just wanted to dance with his daughter—and so they did.  Just the two of them, Daphne didn’t feel the desire to tore her lungs out to make sure they were still going. She could breathe. She was fine.

This is more, like... bittersweet? But I still think it counts.

🔥 wild card: dealer’s choice of quote from a wip

The idea of disappearing into the folds of time terrified her now as it did years before, for different reasons. There it was again, the realization that she would cease to exist, unbeknownst to all if not to the same man who was going to be her executioner. Her enemies didn’t even have a face to match with her actions, only the king would. Him, and Faragonda. For some reason, the thought of her opened wounds inside of her that Griffin wasn’t even aware of. She was the acquaintance of a year and a half spent at Cloud Tower, and yet Faragonda had managed to leave something in her before leaving for Alfea and never looking back. Or rather, Griffin hadn’t. She had locked her out, the only person who had managed to go past her shield now banished forever. Or so she liked to think.

From the Daphne & Griffin/CoL Prequel/idk anymore fic. Still not sure how it’s going, but, well, at least it’s going (!)

[wagmi-mga2024mi5019]

My Ideas for the Animation (Each Hat)

I feel like using a mascot or character to tie the different segments together would indeed work well within the parameters of the brief, since it says we need to have Visual Coherence, Experimental Approach and also Conceptual Clarity. I would be employing match cuts as my preferred transition to have a seamless and interesting transition between the different scenes.

BLUE HAT: Introduction to BDD - Cutout Animation

In the first 5 seconds of the animation, I'll include a title and introduce the animation and the topic covered in it.

WHITE HAT: Factual Information - 3D

Since BDD is a clinically proven disorder and is still being actively studied, I want to give the idea of someone being tested, like a lab rat. There's a lot of statistical and quantitative data on BDD as a whole, and because of that, sometimes researchers might not consider the human aspect of these people.

Having a person standing in the middle of the screen while a few people dressed in lab coats study them, without paying attention to their sad expressions, would be a good way to show that BDD is a clinical disorder that is being studied and researched. It will also show how this person has a negative body image through contextual clues in the background and through the person's body language.

RED HAT: Emotional Aspects - 2D Animation

Negative body image and BDD specifically have a lot of emotional aspects to them. It's a disorder that affects a person's mood in a drastic way. Extreme emotions can arise for people suffering from BDD, so I definitely want to incorporate how this character feels.

The screen zooms into the character in the middle as a spotlight shines on them while the background slowly fades away into black. We see tears falling from the eyes of the character, showing their emotional distress caused by their negative body image.

BLACK HAT: Negative Consequences - Charcoal Animation

The consequences of poor body image and BDD, in general, are plentiful, with a low quality of life being one of the main drawbacks. You are less sociable and less confident.

This can be depicted well in the animation. As the camera pans out, it shows the character on a bed (top-down shot). The character is restless and is tossing and turning in their sleep, which indicates the low quality of life they are experiencing as a result of the stress. There can be several added effects that personify the voices in the character's head.

YELLOW HAT: Positive Effects - Collage Animation

There are multiple benefits to having a positive view of yourself. People suffering from BDD have a hard time doing this, but it isn't impossible. People with BDD can grow to love themselves and enjoy the benefits of a positive body image.

To show this in my animation, the character slowly starting to get up and socialize. I would like the other characters to be shown as simple shapes rather than humanoid, to subtly say that the character doesn't care what they look like. To him, they're all unique and different. He has learned to accept himself and also others around him.

GREEN HAT: Creative Solutions - 3D/2D mix

There are not many solutions to BDD, but new innovations can definitely aid people who suffer from this. Aside from CBT, we can think ahead and think about other ways people could get help, specifically from AI.

I feel like it would be pretty creative if the character were to appear in a therapist's room, lying down, next to a robot acting as the therapist. This symbolizes the AI aspect of psychotherapy and how it could be used to aid people who aren't comfortable with other people—personalized therapy, basically.

[rosiesmuts]

Reciprocity

Male Reader x BLACKPINK Jennie & Rosé

Words: 2,800+

Previous: Surprise | BLACKPINK Jennie & Rosé 

Next: Room Service | BLACKPINK Lisa 

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Taking the initiative, Jennie leans on the vanity, flashes a seductive look, and summons you by curling her index finger. As you arrive standing in between her legs, she pulls you in for a kiss. Just as your lips are about to meet, she turns her head before turning back to look directly into your quizzical eyes. “I don’t kiss on the first date.” Her words confuse you as you have both fucked each others faces at this point.

Before you have time to think, Jennie spins around, places her palms flat on the vanity, spreading her legs and bends over. With Jennie's bare ass and beautiful slit exposed, you notice the slightly sticky fluid between her lips leftover from her recent orgasm. You bend down to your knees to give her another taste. Jennie moans as you continue to lick up the fluids, but you feel a hand on your forehead push you away. “Stop messing around and fuck me already.”

Returning to your feet, you decide to test your luck and place your tip against her tight asshole. Jennie, not wanting to take it up the ass, decides to give you an impossible question: 

"You can keep going, but first, you have to pass my test: Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?" 

Without any words, you lower your tip down to her pussy. While being slightly disappointed, you weren't going to complain about being able to fuck Jennie Kim. Understanding Jennie wants to be treated like a sex toy, you grab on to her delicate hips and shove your entire length into her with the first thrust, as her still moist pussy providing adequate lubrication. A wave of pleasure flows throughout your body as you realize this is the first pussy of Blackpink you have entered. 

As her wet flesh grips your cock, you hold a strong grip on her hips and begin moving back and forth shaking the vanity with every push. Your hands start to travel up and down her body, marveling at how smooth her skin is. After exploring the rest of her body, you slide both hands under her bra and begin to grope her shapely bosom.

“Deeper!” she demands of you. Already going as deep as you can in this position, her words bring out a fire from within you. You lift her bra above her breasts before lifting one of her legs on the vanity providing you deeper access. The first thrust after has her seeing stars as this was deeper than she could have ever imagined, your tip scraping against her womb. Jennie was now a mumbling mess unable to produce coherent words, just loud moans to go along with gibberish. As you drill into her wet cavern faster and faster you watch her beautiful bosom bouncing in the mirror. Briefly, you imagine that you’re watching a porno featuring Jennie Kim of Blackpink until you realize it is actually you slamming into her moist folds. Jennie lowers her head as she feels her orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling a tug against her hair finally shocks her back to reality.

“Look at me when you cum.” you order her as you stare into her eyes through the mirror.

Jennie, surprised by your newly found confidence, can do nothing but nod in affirmation. As you continue to drill into her tight snatch, your eyes are glued to each other through every thrust. With one final thrust, Jennie screams and buckles from such an intense orgasm. After her orgasm, you slow down your thrusts wanting to save your stamina. Believing that you’ve thoroughly satisfied Jennie, you start to back away from her body. 

“What kind of guy doesn’t cum using their sex doll? Now come back and fuck me like you mean it.” No matter how often it happens, Jennie’s vulgar words never fail to surprise you.

Taking her words to heart, you lift her up by the thighs until she's suspended in the air. The moment you cock re-enters her, Jennie immediately regrets her words as you reach even deeper than ever before. Her mind goes blank as she starts getting overwhelmed with her own moaning and screaming. Her knuckles turn white as she strengthens her grip, hanging on with everything she has to prevent falling over, pleasure taking over her body as you keep a steady rhythm. She begins feeling like she’s being split in two, and will definitely have issues walking normally tomorrow. She tries to endure, but eventually begs you to put her down.

“Do you get off knowing fans jerk off to you Jennie?" you ask her, continuing to fuck her roughly, wanting to give her a similar test before letting her down.

“I fucking love… imagining thousands of guys…unloading… while thinking… of me” she tries to respond while taking a pounding. Not wanting her to actually fall, you place her feet back on the ground and slow yourself down. Finally feeling stable, she takes a deep breath. However, that stability is quickly taken away when you grab her soft hips and return to relentlessly fucking her.

Watching her ass jiggle as you continually drill into her, your hand rises on it’s own and spanks her right cheek. Moving without thinking, you hit her harder than intended and are worried you actually hurt her. Those worries are quickly erased as you feel her pussy pulsate the moment your palm meets her skin. "Harder!" she demands you keep spanking her, feeling her pulsate around your cock with every slap, completely enveloping your body with ecstasy. On a particular harsh spank, her vagina tightens and contracts, sending a knot into your core.

"Can I cum inside Jennie?" you ask her, obviously hoping for a yes.

"No, paint my face,” she is desperate for you to make her face a mess again.

Returning to her knees, she gives you an eye watering blowjob. You tap the top of her head indicating you're at your limit. She releases your cock and opens her mouth, laying her tongue flat giving you a perfect target.

In a replay of earlier in the night, Rosé suddenly grabs Jennie's head and pushes her mouth all the way down to your base. The sudden tightness of her throat shocks you as you groan loudly and blast ropes of semen down Jennie's throat. Rose pinches Jennie's nose as she continues to hold her down. You once again feel the vibrations in Jennie's throat against your cock as she has no choice but to swallow your cum.

Jennie starts coughing out cum and yells, "What the fuck is wrong with you Rosie?"

Too intoxicated by Jennie's pussy to realize, you now see the annoyance that was building in Rosé’s eyes, her anger festering watching you fuck Jennie. The deal they made before you arrived enters back into your mind and you are now afraid to look her in the eyes. Without giving Jennie any response, Rosé pulls your arm, dragging you away from Jennie and over to the bed.

She climbs up onto the bed and whispers into your ear, “I thought I was your favorite, how could you fuck that slut's pussy before mine? Let me ride you. Let me feel that hard fucking cock in my pussy."

Not thinking it was possible, your cock immediately shot to life upon hearing her words. Rosé tells you to lay back and enjoy as she straddles you again. Rosé prepares herself, using her hands to line it up with her entrance and she lets out a light moan as you feel your cock nudge up against her slippery lips. You both exchange lustful glances, anticipating the moment as she shifts her weight down and lowers her petite body down, causing mutual gasps as you slip inside her tight pussy for the first time. The tightness of her pussy shocks you as you think her pussy is somehow tighter than her ass. You watch as slower lowers herself further and further down, your audio senses filling with the pleasurable sounds of her honey moans. She has yet to raise her body since lowering herself down and takes her time adjusting to your length until she finally lowers herself all the way.

“Oh fuck,” Rosé lets out a long drawn out moan then slowly builds up her speed. Your hands lower to grip her ass, not only to keep her stable, but they were also her favorite feature of yours. You're more than willing to sit back as Rosé uses your body for her own pleasure, enjoying the view of her slim body rocking and her ever growing ‘O’ face. 

She leans back, resting on her arms, and crosses her legs. The moment her legs cross, the tightness of her pussy increases even further, and you let out a groan as you feel her silky walls completely envelop your member. She starts grinding her hips slowly, making sure to feel every bit of you. You attempt to thrust but her lips are seemingly keeping you in place. Rosé is in total control and she slowly starts moving up and down. As she increases her speed, her legs start opening up allowing her to ride you more smoothly. This lasts for several minutes until she reaches out for your hands and interlocks your fingers together then raises her body, until just your tip remains inside her.

"My legs are getting tired, just fuck me in this position."

She holds her body still while you thrust your hips upwards into her. As you reach deeper in this position, Rosé imagines this is what Jennie was feeling bent over the vanity. Her whines and moans, more frequent and louder as she reaches her peak, eyes widening, and her breathing weakening. Rosé looks down at her stomach, "I swear I can see you entering my womb." You free your hands and move them to her ass, squeezing it to help keep her in place in those last final moments before her climax.

“Oh fuck!” Rosé screams out.

She digs her nails into your chest as you feel her pussy pulsating around you. Her body shakes the bed as her climax reaches its peak. Before her orgasm ends, you slide out from under her and furiously curl two fingers to her g spot while rubbing her clit with your thumb. Rosé becomes a quivering mess as pleasure is taking over her body as she screams and violently squirts for the first time in her life.

With Rosé's second and third orgasms finally waning, she is finally able to open her eyes and looks up at you drunk on bliss and panting heavily. She tries to talk, but words are unable to escape her lips. You stroke her arm while she takes more heavy breaths until she fully recovers.

"What the fuck was that?" Rosé moans out exasperatedly. "I've never squirted before." Rosé runs a hand through her messy hair, as she regains strength, her now glistening skin making her look sexier than ever.

"Whatever it was, it tasted amazing," you reply to her.

“I didn't forget about you. How do you want me?”

“I want your ass, Rosie”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked Jennie before me. Besides, Lisa isn't here to guide me."

As with Jennie, you were a little disappointed, but still weren't going to complain about being able to fuck the one and only Park Chaeyoung. Rosé gingerly lays down in missionary position and lifts her feet to your face. Her beautiful long legs seemingly designed by God to arouse you, but what truly grabs your attention are her slender big feet. After inserting all five toes into your mouth, you begin slurping away. She moans quietly as this is a new sensation to her. Hearing her enjoy this, you move on to sucking each toe before your throbbing cock reminds you of your own needs. After removing her toes from your mouth, you try to test her by rubbing a finger around her asshole, but she quickly slaps your hand away.

“I already told you no anal today, now stop messing around and come shove that big dick back inside me,” the look in her eyes, not asking, but demanding.

You need to be inside her again just as much as she needs you to be inside her. Holding one of her hips as you take your stiff cock and ready it against her tight entrance, the intoxicating warmth of her tight hole already enticing you in. You don't keep her waiting anymore as you slam your hips forward and make Rosé take every inch of your cock inside her tight cunt, she lets out a loud gasp as you fill her to the hilt with ease. She screams the moment you enter her, but she looks up with seductive eyes that let you know it was fine to continue.

Rosé’s petite waist was small enough where you could use your left hand to hold her across the stomach while using your right to play with her perky small breasts.  Alternating between pinching her rosy(heh) nipples, and kneading her small mounds, she lets out continuous moans. 

“Fill me with that big cock will ya?”

You slightly laugh as Rosé has dissolved into a deep Australian accent. Motivated by the lewd words that left her sinful lips, you place both her legs on each shoulder, and use both hands to grab her by her wrists. Her walls wrap around you, her pretty pussy lips grip your cock tight as you piston your hips and begin pounding into her, burying your cock as deep into her body as you could. Her petite body now seems smaller than ever and you worry about how roughly you're fucking her.

“That feels so good, fuck me just like that!”

Rosé’s moans are music to your ears, and all worries you've had are quickly washed away.  The warmth of her tight pussy keeping you deep inside as you give her a much needed fucking. Every time you withdraw, it's as if her tight walls suck you back in just as easily. Mutual moans fill the air, and you are thankful they booked a private suite.

Your favorite idol, who you could only imagine in your fantasies, was now moaning your name in ecstasy. You find yourself obsessed with Rosé’s body, the sinful curves of her hips, the way her sweaty soft skin has become flush, and the silky tightness of her pussy and how wet she was for you, that nothing else in the world seemed to exist. While admiring her body, she has wrapped her legs around your back, crossing her feet to keep you locked in. Taking her cue, you continue to thrust away knowing that you were both close to the end. 

“You’re so deep, oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking deep!”

You stare into each other's eyes as the both of you enter labored breathing. Your sweat drips onto her own sweaty body, while her constant moaning takes away her ability to breathe properly. Rosé is completely lost in the pleasure, her mind completely blank and focusing on the stiff cock that remains deep inside her that causes squeals of delight that escape with such high volume that becomes worrisome to her as she attempts to silence herself without success.

Rosé’s body tenses up and without warning, she came again with almost deafening screams, definitely worthy of her title of ‘main vocal.’ Her legs unwrap around your back and her whole body turns into jelly. Her orgasm has pushed you past any point of return as you feel ready for your own.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside, it’s safe.” Her response is music to your ears, as you never imagined being able to creampie your bias. 

Just as you feel yourself about to explode, Jennie suddenly pulls your cock out of Rosé, determined to deny Rosé the satisfaction of making you cum with her body. She sucks on your head and uses her hands to swirl around your shaft until she hears your groan. She releases her suction, closes her eyes, and awaits your spunk to paint her face. Two shots land on her forehead and the last directly on her closed lips. After feeling the last spurt on her face, she squeezes your base and moves her hand up, making sure to milk you for everything you have. 

While she denied you the opportunity to creampie your bias, you are rewarded with seeing her pretty features covered in your load as you fall over into the bed. Jennie seemingly winning the battle, having taken all your loads. However, you have no energy to ponder as your whole body starts to feel fatigued after such an intense session with two beautiful idols, your eyelids start to feel like a hundred pounds and you start to doze off…

[opalesense]

oh my god Your 'a sight to behold' work was mhmfmmsmamzx, i love it. im sosososoossosoo curious as to what graphic details you have in mind 😏

lose control

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW)

3.5k words • ~22 min. read

summary: a part two to this where the boys are unable to fight their urges when they see you helplessly stuck in a wall.

warnings: slight dubcon, choking, cunnilingus, facefucking, a bit of zhongli favoritism oops!

notes: omg hehehe thank youu i’m so glad you liked it <3 i wrote it at 2AM and was so surprised it turned out decently well for my fuzzy brain HAHA anyway as for the graphic details... i only left them out originally because i wasn’t sure if anon wanted straight up full nsfw or not >////< but since you asked you shall receive... <3

zhongli

 Zhongli effortlessly took the rocks off of you, waiting and watching your slight movements for a few moments before your eyes finally fluttered open. A throbbing pain in your temple sent one of your hands to gently massage it, making you wince quietly in pain. “Zhongli...”

 “This is the result of carelessness and insufficient planning,” he crossed his arms and studied your curves as he calmly scolded you. “Next time, let me take the lead.”

 As you laid there massaging your head, his eyes traced up and down your body, fixating on the way your legs were helplessly spread in front of him, parted in such a way that he knew he would fit perfectly if he sat between them. Following that train of thought, he uncrossed his arms and slowly climbed on the bed of rocks, letting his body hover over you and supporting his weight with a hand planted above your head.

 His free hand crept up your shirt, pulling it up in the process. The way he suddenly exposed your torso made you gasp and simultaneously wince again from the sudden movements. You weakly placed a hand on his forearm, initially in instinctual protest but then relaxing as you knew this was not just some stranger from the outside, but a man you trusted. “Z-Zhongli, what are you-“

 “Checking for injuries, of course,” he lied with a coy smile which made you softly giggle. His hand slowly caressed your bare hips and waist, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps at his touch. You watched as his gloved fingers hovered over your bruises and scrapes, making their way up your torso then finally pulling your bra up to reveal your breasts. You swore you could hear the hunger in his low growl as his eyes were desperately fixated on your half naked body.

 “Zhongli, at least take me home first–“ you attempted to speak up but he interrupted you by wrapping his hand around your throat, applying pressure while his knee wedged itself in the empty spot between your legs. As you choked, you finally got a good look at his face. The amicable yet stoic expression Zhongli usually had was replaced with something more sinister, more lustful. With heavily breaths and shaky hands, you could sense he was getting needier by the second.

 “Right now?” you managed to whisper as you stared into his glowing amber eyes. Unable to form coherent words now, all he could do was press his forehead against yours and let his lips quiver as he fought the thoughts that flooded his mind. He knew he shouldn’t do this. He knew he should help you get home and ensure that your wellbeing is secured. A war raged on inside his head, the logical side of him trying to fight his urges, but he knew he couldn’t uphold this for long. His body couldn’t help but latch onto yours, grinding against you in desperation. You two didn’t need to say much to each other to know when Zhongli was craving you like this. Looking down at his knee slowly rubbing against you, you already knew what was going to happen. From the sight of you so vulnerable under him, your legs spread out in a perfect position for him to take you, all he wanted to do in this moment was chase his release. And yes, he needed to do it now.

 You tilted your chin up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips, slightly catching him off guard. He let go of your throat as he gave you another short kiss back, letting out what sounded like a whimper once he pulled his face away. You sighed contently as you glanced down at his growing bulge. “Well, make it quick, okay? Then we can continue this at home–“

 Immediately after hearing your approval, Zhongli wasted no time to lean down and wrap his lips on one of your nipples, immediately biting and sucking, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the sensation. He simultaneously freed his already hardened cock from his pants, slowly pumping it with his hand and letting out a low groan, sending vibrations to your nipple. You whimpered in pleasure, instinctively trying to pin your knees together in an attempt at modesty which only squeezed him closer to you.

 He let go of your nipple and lifted himself up, now standing in front of you and slowly pumping his cock as he looked down at the sight of your lewd position. “Please tell me if this is too much,” he managed to tell you before he lifted one hand towards a boulder and crushed it into a peculiar shape with one swift movement.

 Before you could process why he was now hovering the large rock over your body, you felt the earth rumble below you and push you upwards, straightening your spine as if you were laying on a table. Your legs began to dangle off the edge of the newly made platform as he locked you in place with the boulder he had shaped, which you noticed had a space carved into it only large enough for your waist to be pinned down. It was all adding up now as he grabbed both of your legs and pulled you closer to him, ensuring that you couldn’t escape his cleverly built trap.

 Lifting your knees over his shoulders and pulling your underwear to the side, you felt his erection prod your slick entrance before he slowly pushed himself inside of your cunt, groaning in pleasure as he grabbed ahold of your thighs for stability. He began to rock his hips back and forth immediately, leaving you breathlessly moaning at the little time you had to adjust to his size.

 “Only you make me feel this way,” he muttered as his grip on your thighs tightened. He leaned forward to pound into you at a better angle, his hips slamming into yours with each powerful thrust. “Only you can make me lose control of myself so easily...”

childe

 “...I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead.”

Childe’s words echoed in your head as he yanked your underwear down and firmly gripped your ass, spreading your folds apart and making you shiver at the sudden exposure. You tried to wiggle your way out of the pile of rocks in protest, but that only pushed you further into his grasp, making him laugh at your pathetic attempt to escape. You didn’t want to admit that this was slowly turning you on, but looking down at the damp stain in your underwear, Childe knew regardless.

 “You make it so easy for me,” he traced a finger over your already wet folds, eliciting a whimper from your throat. “You make it so easy for me to conquer you and remind you that you’re mine to play with.”

 Even though you weren’t eager to get toyed around with, given the current circumstances of being completely locked in with nowhere to go, you weren’t completely opposed either. You couldn’t help but mewl at the feeling of Childe suddenly pushing one gloved finger inside of your trembling cunt, slowly curling his digit to massage your walls. “At least... take me home first...” you whined cutely, he thought.

 “Why should I when you’re already enjoying yourself here?” he pulled his finger out momentarily only to push back in with two fingers, “Look how wet you are when we’ve only just begun...”

 Childe could hardly contain himself either, but he didn’t want to verbally admit it. If only you could see how hard he was getting by the second just by staring at your vulnerable holes and the way your underwear hung around your knees, or the tiny squirming of your legs when he pushed the right spots inside you. If only you could see the way his eyebrows knitted together, breath stuttering as he fantasized about railing you into next year in this position, fucking you into the wall for hours until you cried for him to stop.

 But for now, he decided he’d show you some mercy and make it quick. As he used his free hand to unbuckle his pants and unsheath his cock, he was determined to hear your screams echo around the walls of the cavern first before letting you go. “Hold still for me, okay? It’s not like you can go anywhere, anyway,” he chuckled then pulled his fingers out to grip your ass and position himself behind you, “I’ll make you feel so good...”

 “Childe, wait–!” was all you could say before moaning in ecstacy as he began to drive his cock into your aching hole, each inch pushing apart your walls so deliciously that he couldn’t help but moan too. He stayed still for a moment, bottomed out inside of you, head pressed up against the rocks as he relished in the feeling of you clamping around his cock. But before you could relax and bask in the delightful feeling of being stuffed full, he squeezed your ass with both hands and began pounding into you with no second thought.

 Whatever pain you might have had before was surely gone by his penetration alone. He knew how good he was screwing you by the way you whimpered out his name in between moans, or the way you subtly pressed up against him with the limited movement you had, matching his rhythm. “You better pray that I don’t lose control and fuck you here until the sun rises,” he said with a dubious smirk that you wish you could’ve seen, “But I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

diluc

 To say Diluc was nervous as his eyes were pinned on your thighs rubbing together was an understatement. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the second, staring at your underwear and noticing a subtle wet stain that had developed beforehand. Your words were completely drowned out in his mind. All he could focus on was resisting his urges and maintaining his composure like a true gentleman.

 But surely a gentleman could be a little self indulgent now and then, right? Especially since you were tempting him so badly wiggling around like that, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were doing this to him on purpose.

 He took a few steps closer to the wall and adjusted his gloves before reaching into his coat pocket for a hair tie. “Could you repeat that again for me, dear?” he tilted his head as he gathered his long strands into a ponytail, never taking his eyes off of your glistening skin.

 You happily obliged, listening to him kneel down behind you, assuming he was just picking up another rock. “I was just saying how – Diluc?”

 Your assumption couldn’t possibly be more wrong. He interrupted you by pulling your underwear down to your thighs, licking his lips as his hungry gaze traced your wet folds, imagining what your face must look like by how he took you by surprise. His grip on your thighs tightened as he fantasized about you, the straps of your underwear still wrapped around his fingers to keep his hands on you no matter how much you squirmed underneath him.

 He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you in response. Smirking, he stuck out his tongue and began slowly tracing the wet muscle around your folds, savoring your taste and savoring the sweet moans you gave him at the same time. “Keep making those pretty sounds, my love,” he whispered, his hot breath against your cunt driving you crazy.

 His slow and sensual kisses on your cunt was only the start of his feast. Each kiss was accompanied with small circles he rubbed into your thighs with his thumbs and low periodic groans that sent vibrations through his tongue, making you whimper in ecstacy. But as much as he loved taking things slow and steady, he wanted to hear you cry out his name. He wanted to see how far he could take you to the edge by his control alone. He wanted to make those pretty legs tremble violently under his touch.

 In one swift motion, he began to prod his tongue against your entrance, stretching your folds by drawing circles with his eager muscle. If only the rocks weren’t holding you down along with his hands pressing your thighs into place, you surely would have been thrashing around at the way he teased you with his tongue alone. Slowly, he began to extend his tongue into you more, inching his face closer to your aching hole and stopping once his nose met your skin. The sensation of his tongue gently quivering inside you made you melt, even more so when he started to fuck you at a steady pace with his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he relished in your taste.

 Soon, his movements started to reflect how hungry he really was for you. He bobbed his head steadily, stifling his moans so he could listen to yours. He took one hand off of your thigh to gently rub your clit with his thumb, still fucking you with his tongue and making you subtly rock your hips back and forth to match his rhythm. It hadn’t even been very long since he laid his hands on you, but your body couldn’t help but react to how worked up he was making you.

 And of course, he would notice these reactions. Your shaky rhythm against his was an indicator to hold you down firmly and quicken his pace, and surely enough, the heat in your core was starting to build up. You buried your head in the rocks, flustered and blushing more than you ever had before. “D-Diluc...! More... more, please!”

 When he pulled his tongue out, you figured he was just going to be mean to you and deny your orgasm but you were pleasantly mistaken. To your surprise, after a moment of rustling as he took one of his gloves off, he pushed two fingers inside of your needy hole and began to hit your sweet spot immediately as he fingered you, almost as if he had memorized what makes you cry out in pleasure. His eager lips began to suck on your clit as well, his heart set on making you cum on his fingers.

 Soon enough, you couldn’t contain it anymore. Your legs quivered as you reached your peak, your mewling and whining sadly muffled by the rocks but loud enough for him to hear you clearly enough. The sound of his name being echoed throughout the cavern as your orgasm exploded on his bare fingers was enough to make his cock throb. With heavy, warm breaths, he pulled his face and fingers away from you to let you calm down from your climax, his face flushed red and nose shining from your wetness. “So beautiful... I can never get enough of you, [Y/N].”

 You whined as he slowly let go of your thigh after giving you one last kiss on your sensitive clit. He licked his lips once more, lapping up all your wetness and wiping the excess that had dribbled down on his chin with his sleeve. With a chuckle, he stood up and placed his hands back on your ass, squeezing your curves and pressing his hips against yours. His clothed bulge fit so perfectly between your cheeks, snuggling comfortably in your wetness to leave a stain on his pants. He grinded himself into you even more at the sight of this, teasing you just for the fun of it. “Don’t worry love, we’re not going anywhere just yet...”

kaeya

 “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 Kaeya’s hands travelled from massaging your scalp to scaling up your jaw, one thumb tracing your bottom lip gently asking to let him in. You pouted stubbornly, losing your patience – you had been stuck here for a while and wanted to get out, after all. “Quit running–“

 But alas, he used this moment to stick his thumb inside your mouth, letting the pad of his finger massage your tongue. He let out a hum of satisfaction as your eyes softened, slowly submitting to his touch. “You’re being awfully defiant to the one person who can get you out of here. I ought to teach that naughty mouth of yours a lesson while I claim my prize, hm?”

 This man never knows when to shut up, a voice in your head complained. But admittedly, the way he stared at your mouth so longingly had your core light up a tiny bit. You whined in response at first, looking down (or up?) at his thumb disappearing inside your mouth then deciding it would be best to comply. With a small hum you opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue stick out as your eyes darted to meet his. He grinned contently, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to pull his cock out of his pants. No matter how many times you’ve seen his length, you never understood how he managed to fit himself inside you.

 “Good girl,” he tucked his hand under your neck to offer support as he pressed his tip against your awaiting tongue. He started rocking his hips slightly just to tease you, grinning evilly as he stared down at your eyes. “You’re so cute like this. So vulnerable and eager to please whenever I want you...”

 He began to slowly push himself into your mouth, letting out a groan of relief as he buried himself inch by inch. You sputtered a bit at first, not completely used to his length just yet, but secretly he loved whenever you choked on his cock. He let you ride out your choking a bit more as he nearly bottomed out, watching as your throat slowly relaxed around his bulge.

 His other free hand found its way on your cheek, caressing it as he started to rock his hips back and forth very slowly, basking in the feeling of your throat clamped around his cock. “Such a good girl, making me feel so good whenever I want... You’re doing very well, sweetheart,” he quietly praised, opting to listen to your muffled whimpering whenever he pushed in.

 A bit of restlessness started to kick in after awhile of fucking your mouth so slowly, and with a naughty smirk, Kaeya took both hands to grip both sides of your head. He started to thrust into your mouth at a quicker pace, occasionally pulling out to give you a breath of air only to bury himself in your throat again. He found himself unable to contain his moans at this point, letting his sweet, raspy praises for you ring through your ears. Your legs started to twitch in excitement the more he praised you for being so obedient and good for him that despite your initial defiance, you hoped he would take care of your needs later.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by his fingers running across your scalp then suddenly taking a tight grip on your head as he fucked your brains out quite literally. He began to get lost in the feeling, ignoring your pleas for air as you tapped his thigh repeatedly through tears. Even when he snapped back to his senses for a moment to pull out, he whined desperately as he quickly pushed himself back in, wanting to chase his orgasm so badly using your mouth.

 “S-So good for me... I’m gonna...! F-Fuck, no..!” Kaeya quickly and quite nervously pulled himself out of you, leaving you immediately coughing and gagging in your own spit and his precum. He grunted in frustration, leaving you confused and concerned as you continued to choke for air. He suddenly tucked his cock back into his pants haphazardly and went straight back to work on getting the rocks off of you.

 “W-What was that all about? Are you waiting until we get home or something?” your voice was clearly defeated as you watched him work. He only glanced back at you for a moment before chuckling and pulling one specific rock out of the pile to send the rest tumbling down, finally revealing your trembling body, exposed in all of its glory. You gasped in a mixture of relief and excitement as he hungrily climbed on top of you and pulled you towards him so your head wouldn’t hang off the edge anymore. You giggled at how disheveled and horny he evidently was, his movements ragged and needy. Who could blame him for looking so desperate when he was staring up and down your vulnerable body, waiting to devour you like a hungry beast?

 His hands worked with urgency as he ripped your underwear off and unsheathed his cock again, manhandling your hips to meet his. You gasped as he quickly pushed himself inside of your cunt and began pounding into you mercilessly, not letting you adjust to his size since you were already so aroused for him anyway. Your cute whimpers and gasps made him even more feral, and it was at this point that he decided to lean down and whisper the answer to your question earlier.

 “Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t just wait until we get home, I need to be inside you right now...”

[adobe-outdesign]

opinions on chikorita line?

Gonna say it right now: Chikorita is probably my all-time favorite starter, and is just generally underrated. Look at them! They're literally The Worst starter to use in Gen 2 and yet have enough spunk to take on the world. Respectable.

While the design is pretty simple, it's effective: a little dumpling creature with a large leaf and a bunch of tiny little leaf buds around the neck. It's plenty cute and leads into the rest of the line nicely. I personally like the rest of the line a little more, just because Chikorita's stubbiness starts to look weird around the face if I think about it too long, but they're pretty much perfect in my book.

I also gotta say, while I love Bulbasaur dearly, I do like the Chikorita line a bit more. The big thing about the Bulbasaur line, which I mentioned in my review of it, is that mostly just gets bigger, with the plants moving in an incredibly linear way. Chikorita's line sticks to the spirit of the pre-evo, but also adds way more differences (the colors change between each stage, the simple leaves become flower components instead of just budding and opening, the body shape changes more drastically, etc etc.). This also means that while Ivysaur doesn't really accomplish much on its own, Bayleef has a unique design that still makes sense as an in-between.

Visually, I like the yellow base a lot; it adds some extra contrast between the body and the leaf elements. I also like the sauropod-ish body shape and how it continues from Chikorita while not looking like a bigger version of it.

My only real complaint about it is the leaf on the head. First, it's a little strange that while the neck elements change with each stage, the leaf stays the same for two stages and then abruptly changes completely. And secondly, it gains a notch out of it and a "jointed" base for... no real reason. It feels like that's the one part of the design that could've stood to be more different from its predecessor.

And Meganium is very pleasant; expanding upon the design in a way that makes it feel like a natural continuation without being over-detailed or trying to hard to look super threatening.

Visually, it expands upon the green and yellow of Bayleef by adding some very nice pink in the form of petals. Like I said, I like this because it's a much more interesting twist than just having the buds open into leaves like you'd expect.

Even better is the head. I've heard some confusion over why it has antennae, but that's because those aren't antennae—they're flower stamen! The entire neck is made to look like a flower, and I think that's really cool and a nice, subtle design theme.

One thing that I will note however is that the design is very plain. I don't think this is a bad thing at all; but it does make me hope for some kind of mega (or whatever the future gimmick is) form for it in the future. The line is already pretty weak for a starter so it could use the boost, and there are so many ways to expand upon it visually without making it cluttered (I actually have a mega design in mind for it and the other Gen 2 starters that I might draw eventually, but that's not the point here). Or a regional—a grass/water type based on water lily flowers could be neat.

Regardless, this is a very good line overall; simple, coherent, and with a nice theme. Chikorita supremacy 202K.

[sinner-as-saint]

Night Hours

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. 

Themes: fluff, smut

a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily. 

You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest. 

You waited, waited for the pair of soft lips. And eventually, they found their way to you; kissing your shoulder, along your neck, your jaw and behind your ear. You felt a warm, soft puff of air fanning the side of your face and you stirred, pushing your butt back into the warm body behind you. 

You heard a soft groan. “Are you awake, baby?” His sleepy voice asked, deep and chest rumbling as he spoke. 

Fuck, that voice itself was your undoing. It took you a few seconds to open your eyes and blink away the sleep and the first thing you noted was the way his fingers were slowly tracing imaginary shapes on your skin. You immediately knew where this was headed. 

“Bucky… it’s two in the morning.” You stated. 

He chuckled softly, leaning in closer to press a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shivered and he noticed. “So you are awake.” 

You couldn’t help but melt under his touch. “No, you woke me up. There’s a difference.” You were quick to reply. 

“Whatever. But now that you’re awake....” he trailed off as his hand lowered, and lowered until his fingers found themselves in between your legs again. 

Your body came alive instantly, recognizing his touch. Your back arched against him, pushing your butt more into him. Just a few hours ago, you both had fucked until you were worn out and now here he was - insatiable still. 

“Bucky…” You meant for it to come out as a reprimand but it came out as a pathetic moan. Behind you, Bucky chuckled again as he slowly, lazily pushed his knee in between your legs, separating them as his fingers explored your skin. 

“Hey,” he nipped at your shoulder. “I can’t sleep, and all I want is for my wife to give me some warmth and love, and attention, is it too much to ask?” He asked, lips brushing against your skin. 

You sighed, leaning more into his touch, your body betraying you by grinding your hips against his hand, urging him to give you more. “No it’s not…” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

He hummed. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Whatever. I’m too lazy to move though. Help yourself.” You murmured as you slumped back against him, wanting his touch more than anything but you were also tiptoeing on the fine line between fighting to stay awake and giving in to sleep. 

Oh. He was more than happy too. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed your ear again and parted your thighs even more as he pressed his naked lower body against yours, sliding his cock inside of you. He groaned once he slipped his cock all the way in and you whined in pleasure as he filled you up. 

You waited for him to move but he didn’t. Just the length and size of him stretching you deliciously. He was completely still, except for the delicate movement of his body as he breathed in and out. You, on the other hand, were desperately trying to get some friction. Just something, anything. 

You moved your hips forward a little bit, and then moved back, his cock sliding just an inch or two in and out of you as a result; making you moan shamelessly. You did that again, and again and despite it all, he refused to move. 

Your sleep was chased away by your desire by now, you were desperate. For him, his cock. A dark chuckle from him sent shivers down your spine. 

“Look at you, like a little kitten in heat. Desperately trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Arrogant words, followed by a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You trembled. “Didn’t you say you were too lazy to move? What happened now?” You could hear the triumph in his voice. 

You should’ve known. Your husband and his wicked games. 

“Please…” You whined, knowing you couldn’t win this one. You needed him, bad. “Buck, please… I need you.” 

He cooed, mocking you. “Aww, are you begging for my cock, baby? At two in the morning?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shameless, absolutely incorrigible and insatiable woman…” he teased as he licked along your neck, his hand moving gently in between your legs again; rubbing slow, deliberate circles around your throbbing clit. 

You were an absolute mess; his hands, his words, his cock - too much all once. You begged, please, please, please. And he chuckled at each one of your pleas, earning more and more out of you as he teased you until you were wide awake with nothing but filth on your mind. 

He still wasn’t moving, kept his cock snug inside of you. His self-control was something you admired. He could be desperately craving something, anything, but he would still find a way to have someone, anyone, offer it up to him on a platter as though he had been entitled to it for the moment he laid eyes on it, or even thought about it. Your husband’s power to take control was truly remarkable. 

And right now, even though he wanted you, he wanted you to want him even more. He wanted you to shamelessly beg for it. He needed to hear you begging him to fuck you however he desired. 

Your pleas were getting louder, and louder. 

He murmured, “Shh, baby. The guards are gonna think you’re in trouble…” he paused, smirking against your skin, “Or worse, they’re gonna know what an immoral woman you are, begging for my cock at two in the morning.” And you could hear the cockiness in his voice, because that was exactly what he wanted. To make it seem like you were the one who had desperately woken him up from deep slumber at two in the morning just because you were hungry for his cock. 

You let out a strained moan which sounded a lot like a growl, and Bucky was amused. “I hate you sometimes.” 

Your husband chuckled. “Is that so?” He found that rather funny. “Is that why you’re hopelessly trying to fuck yourself on my cock? Is that why my name is falling off your lips like a prayer? My God, you must loathe me entirely.” 

He moved just the tiniest bit and your face burned when you realized just how wantonly you had moaned for him. You whined and pushed back into him, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… baby, I’m- I need you. Please, please… I don’t care that it’s two in the morning, I need you to fuck me. Right now.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, which you might have been because you were frustrated. 

He chuckled, knowing he’s won. “Anything for you, my love. Anything.” 

Bucky grunted as he moved out of you, and in less than a few seconds he flipped you onto your front and lifted your hips up in the air. He slid inside of you again, effortlessly. And the two of you moaned in unison as he filled you up again, your walls already gripping him tightly as if they could hold him in if he tried to tease you again and leave you hanging. 

You swore as Bucky moved his hips against you, slipping in and out of you with ease. Soon, he was slamming into you; his movement animalistic and unrestrained. Gone was the Bucky who had just spent the past half an hour teasing you until it felt like you would lose your mind, this Bucky was relentless, taking what he wanted how he wanted it. 

“Buck…” You whined, trying to meet his thrusts but you gave up because you knew that would be futile. So you just let him pleasure you. Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. The tears finally fell as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt a familiar pressure forming in between your legs.

“You feel so good, baby…” Bucky murmured as he increased his pace; ramming into you mercilessly. Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision getting blurry with each passing second. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him, hard, each time he filled you up.

His cock reaching all your sensitive spots, Bucky knew just what made you tick and he used them all to his advantage; rendering you completely open to him, in more ways than one. He fucked you, not bothering about the fact that both your moans and groans must have filled the house by now. 

He didn’t care, all he wanted was to make you scream his name as loud as possible. Simply because he could. He sped up, rocking his hips harder against your; his hand reached around to grab your throat gently. He squeezed gently, speeding up into you. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. 

Your walls constricted around him, hard enough to make him go faster. 

The closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “This pretty little cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me?” He spoke, almost growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “I’m gonna wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you,...” he groaned at how his filthy words made you clench harder around him, “Because I can.” Bucky pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room. 

He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Baby…” you were breathless, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you silly. 

He knew what you meant. He always did. “Go on, baby. Cum for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go, unable to hold back anymore. More hot tears streamed down your face as Bucky kept pounding into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, chasing his own. 

He came with a loud groan, filling you up with his cum yet again. He remained still for a moment, feeling your creamy walls clench violently around him. 

His. All his. 

He gasped as he pressed you down on the bed before spooning you again, your bodies still connected. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. With his cock still buried in you, you could feel his racing heartbeat; both against your back and against your sensitive walls. 

He kissed your shoulder over and over again, finally pulling the covers over the two of you. You searched for his hand and placed your warm one on top of his, and he almost purred into your ear at the simple, affectionate gesture. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up, angel.” He murmured into your head. “I just… needed you. I’m sorry.” 

You smiled, allowing sleep to finally take over you. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, I love you.” You mumbled, “Now please get some sleep.”

[littledemondani]

just this once | duncan shepherd x fem!reader x andy dolan

kinktober day 2: threesome

warnings: m/m/f threesome, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgy, double penetration, pwp

word count: 2.8K

a/n: this turned out way longer than i ever intended it to be and i'm not even sorry. i had been sitting on the idea of andy x reader x duncan for a long time and i really hope you all like what i came up with!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Y/N asked her bf, Andy. “I mean..you don’t think we’ll regret this?”

They stood in the doorway of the mansion they had walked into, drinking in the sight before them.

People. Lots of people. Completely naked. Some fucking, some chatting.

When Andy first spilled the details of getting invited to a sex party at an undisclosed location in Hollywood, Y/N laughed. She didn’t take him seriously. And why would she?

They had been through a lot over the past couple of months — with Andy’s addiction and fall from grace. There was no way going to a sex party was going to make things better for Andy’s reputation.

Yet, here they were, standing before a sea of recognizable and not so recognizable faces.

Andy takes Y/N’s hand, rubbing soothe circles along the back with his thumb. “It’s going to be fine. If you’re uncomfortable, then we can leave. I promise.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. I’d say let’s get a few drinks, but.”

Andy chuckles lightly, nodding as he does so. “That wouldn’t be a disaster.”

He leads her through the crowd of people, hoping to find an empty space where they could sit for a moment. Along the way, they came across two men making out, while another knelt between one of their legs and sucked on their cock. The scene made Andy’s cock harden slightly under his pants and he reaches down to palm himself slightly, chewing the corner of his lip at the contact.

He began to imagine another man sucking his cock while Y/N sat on his face, her nails gripping tightly onto his hair like a vice. It had been a while since he was involved with a man, or even had a threesome, since before Y/N came into his life. He decided to approach the subject with her once they sat down.

They sat on a love seat in one of the formal living areas. It was one of the places untouched by the other members and the perfect spot for them.

Y/N looked to Andy, her E/C eyes finding solace in his familiarity. “So. What are you thinking so far?”

It was as if she knew what was going through his mind. And she did. She knew Andy was sexually experienced. It showed in the way he fucked her, touched her, and made her cum harder than anyone else has done before. She also knew that he was hypersexual and that enjoyed having multiple partners at a time — a part of himself that he repressed when he met and fell in love with her.

“I think…,” he says, his voice trailing off. He looks around, his darkened blue eyes falling on a woman standing up, being held from behind by a man as she gets her pussy eaten. He swallows thickly, licking his lips before turning his gaze back to Y/N. “I think this night is going to be very interesting.

Not the answer Y/N was expecting, but, she nods in agreement. Her own gaze falls on the same throuple and she can’t help the moan that lodges itself in her throat.

The woman’s head rests on the man’s shoulders, his large hands grabbing at her breasts and tweaking her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her face is contorted in pleasure and soon enough she cums, grinding erratically on the face of the person eating her out.

Y/N is overcome with arousal, heat flooding throughout her body. She tears her eyes from them to Andy.

He, too, has his eyes on them, his chest visibly rising and falling as his breathing becomes ragged. Y/N scoots closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh.

“Did that turn you on, baby?” she whispers into his ear.

Andy nods, swallowing once more. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low and dripping with lust.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, tugging his lobe between her teeth. “And you’ll get it.”

He shivers at the close proximity of her, his eyes rolling back a little. “I want to eat that fucking tight pussy of yours,” he says. “And I want you to suck some other guy’s cock while I do it. Then I want us both to fuck you senseless.”

His words go straight to her core, causing fresh arousal to pool on the gusset of her thong. She brings her hand to his cock, moaning at the feel of the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “What else do you want?”

He groans, tipping his head back as her hand massages and cups his erection. “I want you to take your fucking clothes off. Now.”

Y/N smirks and stands in front of him, blocking his view of the party. She slowly slides the zipper of her short, black dress and lets it fall around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black thong that left very little to the imagination, and her black Louboutins. She steps out of the dress and stands between Andy’s legs.

His hungry eyes rake over her body before meeting her own eyes. He reaches out to touch her, ghosting his fingers along the expanse of her stomach, admiring the goosebumps that form in their wake. “Get on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees. She leans forward, mouthing at his cock over his pants. Andy releases a soft moan, his hand immediately finding purchase in her hair.

Y/N takes her time teasing him, relishing in the power she has over him in that moment. She controls how worked up he gets, and how much attention she wants to give him. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get him to beg for her to finally take his cock in her mouth.

She flicks her gaze up to him, lashes fluttering as she takes in the sight of him. His button up his opened to his chest, brunette curls draped over his forehead as he looks down at her, his pupils blown with intense arousal.

“You want me to suck you off in front of all these people? ” She asks, unzipping his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. “Show them how fucking good I make you feel?”

He nods rapidly, unable to form a coherent sentence from how hazy his mind has become with lust.

Y/N pulls his pants off of him and discards them with her dress, moaning at the sight of his cock as it bobs free. It’s thick, with protruding veins that make Y/N’s mouth water, a perfect mushroom-shaped head, and just the right length to where it isn’t uncomfortable for her.

She takes his cock in her hand, licking her lips as the precum leaks with each pump she makes. She darts her tongue out and swirls all along the crown, keeping her eyes on Andy.

He grips her hair tightly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock. When he opens them, he’s met with a similar pair of crystal eyes from across the room.

A tall, lean man with similar brunette curls to Andy watches them both intently. Andy recognizes him as the one who ate that girl’s pussy and he shoots him a wink before smirking softly.

Y/N bobs her head along his shaft, inching him all the way down until her nose is flush with his pelvis. She holds still for a moment, savoring the erotic moans spilling from Andy’s lips.

He keeps eye contact with the mysterious stranger, guiding Y/N’s head up and down his cock as he does so.

The man makes his way over to them, and Andy suddenly feels his cock swelling in her mouth, growing impossibly harder. He comes around them and sits next to Andy, not saying a word as he leans in and presses his lips to Andy’s.

Y/N notices the man, her eyes glued to him and Andy as they make out. Her cunt pulses with need and she reaches her hand down on top of the thin fabric of her thong. She drags a finger along the dampened fabric several times, teasing herself until she can’t take it anymore. She pulls the fabric to the side, moaning around Andy’s cock as she rubs the wetness over her throbbing clit.

Andy moans into the kiss at the vibration of the sounds Y/N makes, bucking his hips against her slowly. He pulls away from him, trailing his eyes from his lips back to his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Duncan,” he says, reaching over to finish unbuttoning Andy’s shirt. “Duncan Shepherd.”

Andy introduces himself and Y/N, all while Duncan slips the shirt off of him and tosses it onto the tile floor.

Duncan leans down, taking Andy’s left nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue a few times before gently scraping his teeth over it. Andy squirms a little, his plump lips parted as a long, exasperated moan tears itself from his chest. “Mm…fuck that feels good.”

Y/N continues her movements along Andy’s cock, keeping perfect rhythm as she pumps two fingers inside of her soaked cunt. Arousal coats her palm and drips down her thighs, making an obscene sloshing sound with each thrust of her hand.

She pulls him from her mouth and removes her fingers from her pussy, gasping for breath as she does so. Andy looks to her at the loss of her warm throat, making a ‘come here’ motion at her. She stands, straddling his thigh with one leg as she leans down and kisses him hungrily. Andy groans against her lips, rubbing his hand along her side.

Duncan kisses up Andy’s chest, over his jaw, and meets his lips with Y/N’s. She pulls away from Andy and capture’s Duncan’s lips. The kiss is a lot softer than she was anticipating. But his mouth moved seamlessly with hers — as if they had done this a thousand times before. Andy groans at the sight of them, grabbing at Y/N’s breasts before tweaking her hardened nipples. She moans into Duncan’s mouth, deepening the kiss as she brings her hand to the back of his head and pushes him closer to her.

Andy manages to get the rest of his clothing off, stroking his cock as the two continue kissing above him. Duncan pulls away, his breathing ragged as he looks between the two of them. “Shall we move this somewhere that has more room?”

“Lead the way,” Andy breathes, giving his cock one last pump before helping Y/N off of him.

-

Y/N lies on the California king bed, her back half propped against the many pillows. Andy and Duncan take turns lapping at her pussy, both men eating her out like she’s the best meal they’ve ever tasted. Andy sucks her clit into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to rub the protruding head. Duncan swirls his tongue around her entrance a few times, teasing her before penetrating her.

Her back arches off the pillows, pulling Andy’s hair roughly as she does so. He groans against her pussy, and sucks on her clit with fervor. Duncan removes his tongue and replaces them with his fingers, licking his lips as they slide in and out of her cunt with ease. “Look at how wet you are for us,” he groans, keeping his eyes on her pussy. “You’ve practically soaked the sheets.”

Y/N lifts herself on her elbow, propping herself to get a better view. A moan escapes her at the sight of the two hot men licking and sucking her pussy. “Oh fuck…,” she breathes. “Mm..”

Duncan removes his fingers and climbs over her, straddling her face. He brings the tip of his cock to her lips and she eagerly takes him inside, bobbing her head eagerly along his shaft.

His cock is different than Andy’s — it’s longer, curved, with not as much girth. But she feels full, and begins to wonder what his cock would feel like in her pussy, or ass. The thought makes her clit throb in Andy’s mouth.

He suckles for a moment longer before pulling back and lining his cock up with her entrance. He slowly sinks inside of her, tipping his head back with a loud groan as her wet, warm walls envelop him. “Fuckkk,” he hisses, thrusting slow and shallow as he eases himself all the way inside of her.

Duncan braces his hands on the headboard, using it to help him thrust inside of her throat. “That’s it,” he moans, locking his eyes with hers. “Taking my cock so well.”

Y/N brings her hand to her sensitive clit, rubbing tight, soft circles. Andy stills once he’s fully seated, allowing her some time to adjust to his size. He watches as she plays with herself, his cock twitching inside of her. “Who knew my baby girl was so naughty,” he teases, slowly beginning to thrust. “Wanting to have two dicks inside of her filthy holes.”

She moans, increasing the pressure on her clit as she does so. She loves when Andy degrades her, and even more so when he does it in a way that’s masked behind that sweet, honey voice of his. Her walls clench repeatedly around him and he pushes her hand away, not wanting her to cum just yet.

Duncan thrusts himself further down her throat, holding her head in place so she can deepthroat him. She gags, tears springing to her eyes as she struggles to breathe. He releases her after a moment, setting a rough, fast pace as he fucks into her throat.

Andy picks up the pace as well, his own is steady and not as brutal as Duncan’s. The contrast between the two of them has Y/N’s head spinning. Where Duncan is rough, Andy is gentle. The perfect combination that she didn’t know she ever needed.

Almost as if they were communication telepathically, both men remove themselves from her. Duncan sits on the bed and helps Y/N on top of him, turning her so her back is flush with his chest. He holds her up by her thighs and Andy squirts some lube onto his cock, stroking it to coat it entirely. Once it’s good and ready, Duncan carefully eases into her ass. Y/N moans filthily, the sound almost pornographic as Duncan’s cock stretches her open. She gazes up at Andy, her face contorted in pleasure.

Andy pumps his cock, leaning down to kiss her with need. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging a little before biting down softly. He situates himself at her entrance and pushes in, groaning as he does so.

Duncan bottoms out, his cock throbbing with how tight her grip on him is. He waits for Andy to settle before he begins to thrust against her.

Y/N moans loudly. Her thoughts are clouded as the coil in her stomach begins to tighten with each thrust they make. All she can focus on his how fucking good Andy’s cock feels in her cunt, hitting her sweet spot with ease and making her cream all over him — and Duncan in her ass, his cockhead hitting against Andy’s, sending shivers down her spine.

Duncan lifts her up a little higher, getting a better grip on her thighs. “So tight,” he groans. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He thrusts a little faster, causing his heavy balls to slap against her cheeks.

The sound of skin on skin, heavy pants, and loud moans fills the room, egging each of them closer and closer to their peaks. Duncan cums first, a warning barely past his lips as he shoots ropes of hot cum into her ass. He keeps thrusting through his high, drawing it out as much as possible, his fingers pressing hard against her skin.

Andy holds back his own release, wanting Y/N to cum before him. “Go ahead and cum. Soak my fucking cock like I know you can.”

Y/N cums before Andy can finish his sentence. Her orgasm rocks through her, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure all throughout her body. Her release triggers Andy’s, and he cums hard, painting her walls with his seed. “Oh fuck!”

The three of them ride out their highs until they can’t anymore, collapsing together on the massive bed. They don’t say a word, not until they all collectively come down from their orgasms.

Andy looks to Y/N, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, giving him a soft smile, totally blissed out. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Duncan is the first to sit up, turning his attention to the two of them.

“I really enjoyed this,” he says, brushing a hand through his messed up curls. “If you’re up to do this again, I’m staying at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills until the end of the week.”

He gets up and leaves the room before either of them can answer, smirking to himself as he walks out.

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