#this is fine to reblog fyi

[the-kipsabian]

[uter-us]

being a woman can be so disheartening, and men are so ignorant to this fact that they view women's fear of men as their own oppression. like as if I am just being cruel and want to view male strangers as potential threats ?

i was walking home from the grocery store yesterday and was struggling to hold my bag (the strap is broken) and it's heavy, and it's hot out. and I cross the street and there's only 1 car waiting for me to cross, and the driver sticks his head out the window to ask if I need a ride. I say no thanks, and he asks again and I say no again. I cross the street and am walking on the sidewalk in front of a gas station and the same car slows down next to me, he rolls down his window and asks where I am headed (like to give me a ride), and again i say no, and I have to do this whole like performance almost. like I step further back from the road, put my hand out between us , shake my head, basically I make it known to anyone witnessing who couldnt hear my "no", that I'm NOT leaning in closer to speak to him, I'm not trying to engage w him, im not seeming inviting or comfortable or like i know him, so there is no misunderstanding to onlookers.

and I can understand why this must be frustrating for men, like thinking "I was j tryna do something nice!" -- I see that frustration ! -- but literally why blame women ?? like its kinda miserable having to doubt kindness from strangers, because when you don't, it would risk your safety. i see men say women/feminists "villanize" men. literally why would we choose this? we are not out for yall, some of yall ARE villains, so please take it up w one another if women dont trust your genuine kind gestures

i absolutely understand that any negative assumption abt someone's character will hurt them ofc, and am sympathetic to that pain, and simulatenously i do find there's some lack of empathy (or at least the very least lack of understanding) from men, when they think this assumption is malicious. I just can't risk my safety for their feelings, and I wouldn't want other women and girls to either

[fantasticalleigh]

we talk a fair game about hating AI on here but there's that one extremely obvious AI made reylo fanart that keeps floating around from time to time and a lot of people have fallen for it and reblogged it and the person behind the account makes a ton of other AI art using disney characters and i try not to get annoyed about it because at first glance it's kind of convincing if you don't know what to look for but i think as a whole we need to get better about recognizing AI art if we're saying we're not going to support it. idk. t

[stormsofasorceress]

can we pls normalize not everything being ship content. if its not tagged as such please stop assuming.

seeing ppl reblog ruby's (bg3) ooc posts as 'x gale' posts when shes literally a lesbian is kinda shitty.

not everything out there is ship content. platonic friendships between f/m characters exist.

[happytapirstudio]

I take crazy damage going through some archives. But then I grow back stronger than ever.

[farcillesbian]

[ID copied from under cut:

An ornate gold mirror floating on a black background. Guillermo is reflected in it, staring at himself with tears in his eyes as he presses a hand to the glass, rosary reddening the skin at his neck. He fades in and out of the mirror as the gif loops.

/end ID]

🎶slipping through my fingers all the time…🎶

(ID in alt and under cut, PNG under cut)

ID: 1. An ornate gold mirror floating on a black background. Guillermo is reflected in it, staring at himself with tears in his eyes as he presses a hand to the glass, rosary reddening the skin at his neck. He fades in and out of the mirror as the gif loops.

2. The same image in PNG form, paused with Guillermo partially faded away. /End ID

[rosewaterandivy]

tightrope across the table

Summary: Abandoned at the bar and left to your own devices, what's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: e.m. x fem! reader

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: NSFW 18+, drinking, cursing, & the perils of dating in the 21st century

A/N: For my beloved Luna, @abibliophobiaa - I love you and I hope this brings a smile to your beautiful face! Reblogs, likes & feedback are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

What had begun as a promising New Year's Eve out with your best girl was quickly devolving. Nursing your now lukewarm beer, you watched as your friend laughed with the latest acquisition to her horde. She really was the worst kind of fag hag. Sipping the last dregs of beer from the glass, you tap through your phone and open the app that’s been taunting you all evening.

It’s not that you enjoyed being on the apps, because who in their right mind would? It was, unfortunately, a necessity now because meeting someone at a bookstore or your local coffee joint just didn’t happen anymore, not with everyone’s nose buried in their phone.

Much like yours was now.

The messages were the exact same as the last time you’d checked— nothing new. You sighed and tried to push back the swell of disappointment. This guy you’d been chatting with seemed decent but not eager to continue the line of conversation. You forced yourself to close out of the app, but before you could, a notification popped up: ‘New Message.’

Looking around to see where your friend had gotten to, you let out a sigh of relief finding her at the bar ordering another round. She sends you a wink and mouths something unintelligible. You shrug back with a smile and glace back down to your phone.

Not to be *that guy* but you wouldn’t happen to be at the bar right now, would you?

Heart kicking up and pulse racing, you calmly scan the immediate area trying not to draw attention to yourself. Finding nothing of concern, you prop your elbow on the table and hold the phone aloft in an attempt to stay alert to your surroundings.

Meant that in a totally not creepy way, fyi!

Despite yourself, you were smiling. You’d had a few conversations with this guy before and always found yourself grinning and laughing in equal measure. It was you who’d initially asked him to a movie a week or so ago, deeming the chemistry enough to warrant an in-person meeting. But he’d regretfully had to decline because of work or some other bullshit excuse, you couldn’t recall.

Things had understandably cooled off since then.

It wasn’t as if he’d stood you up or anything, he’d given ample notice, but it hurt all the same. And there was no shortage of hurt in your life at present.

If it wasn’t an engagement or bachelorette party, it was a wedding or christening. All your friends had apparently gotten the memo and paired up accordingly, while your invite to the Grown-Ups party was apparently lost in the mail. 

Why is it that they were all married or already parents and you couldn’t even get a second date? Was something wrong with you? How had you become the designated single friend?

You were happy for your friends, of course you were, it’s exciting moving through the high points of life! But you could still be overjoyed for them and throw a pity party for yourself, the two weren’t mutually exclusive. And sure, people tried to get you out of the house with trivia nights and dinner dates with the girls but it inevitably wound up with them talking about their spouses or babies, cooing over pictures as phones were passed around.

And sure, they celebrated your milestones too. But was a graduate degree going to keep you warm at night? Was a promotion going to cuddle with you on the couch as you fell asleep to Gilmore Girls for the millionth time?

But things were fine, things were good even, if you could just forget the apps and failed first dates. Besides, you had your Emily Henry books and pints of Ben & Jerry’s— things could be worse.

Okay, so I def creeped you out. Just gonna go back to my cave, pls forget this ever happened.

He then sends a gif of Harry from Harry and the Hendersons sadly sulking off. Again, you find yourself smiling.

Mayybeeee a little creeped. You type back, Just caught me off guard is all.

There’s a minute or two before he responds.

You sure? I can totally fuck off, just say the word.

Crossing your feet beneath your chair, you weigh your options. It was you who asked him out after all, so clearly some part of you was interested. And he’s still talking to you now, even while he’s apparently out at a bar.

Potentially the same bar you’re at now…

Okay, fuck it.

After sending a quick text to your friend explaining the situation and asking her to standby, you toss your hair behind your shoulder and take another look around. 

The bar is pretty packed, the weather is decent so the picnic tables outside are quickly filling up too. It’s loud but not deafening and from your current location, you’re within sight of the door for a getaway if needed.

You hoped you wouldn’t need it.

Sparkly boots.

And with that, you lock your phone and set it to the side. You figure, if this guy is worth his salt he’ll figure it out and find you. If not, oh well, at least you tried. 

The waiting is torturous. Minutes trickle by and you’re about to pack it in for the night when there’s the jangle of a chain against the metal chair and a man swathed in black denim and leather all but pours himself into it. 

“Fucking christ, d’you know how many people are wearing boots tonight?”

For a moment there, you’re speechless— eyes wide and pretty lips opening to say:

“Okay, but how many were wearing sparkly boots.”

His lips, pink and full, pull into a winning smile. 

“Just you sugar, but I think you already knew that.” He leans back in the chair, fingers locked behind his head as he stretches back. 

His shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of skin at his hip. You try not to lick your lips.

“I’m Eddie, by the way,” He says offering you his hand to shake, fingers bejeweled with silver rings.

He’s warm to the touch as you palm slots against his. His lips part to in a soft gasp as your thumb grazes a knuckle and shake his hand, introducing yourself. His brown eyes flit from your hand to your face and back again, as if he can hardly believe you’re real.

Reluctantly, you pull your hand from his grasp. 

His fingers trail after yours, drumming along the tabletop. Your hand rests mere inches from his, close enough to reach out and touch. 

You cock your head to the side assessing him. Eddie’s not all that different from his pictures on the app— scruffy in that attractive masculine way. Long hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, a few errant curls falling to frame his face. 

A vibration to your left breaks the moment.

You mutter an apology and check to your messages:

How we feelin?

This from your friend by the bar who's standing steadfast with her retinue, keys swinging from her fingers if you need her.

Another swoosh sound signalling a response. You glance down once more, this time it’s a photo of you and Eddie taken just after his arrival. You’re looking down, lips rolled between your teeth even though it’s clear as day you’d rather be smiling and he’s looking at you like… Well, like you hung the moon.

“So, uh,” He ducks his head to cough and clear his throat. “Have I passed the test?”

“What’s that?”

“Y’know, the test verifying that I’m not gonna abscond with you to an undisclosed location or whatever.”

“How did you—”

“Your friend’s not very subtle.” He nods in her direction and follows it up with a wave.

“Well, Edward, if you must know—”

“It’s Eddie.”

“Shut up, you know it all!”

His laugh and your retort takes him by surprise, it’s loud and probably the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“As I was saying, that all depends.”

Eddie leans across the table, all loose limbs and big doe eyes. 

“Depends on what, sugar?”

You give a subtle nod to your friend at the bar who flags down the bartender and places an order.

“If you’ll let me buy you a drink.”

He smiles and the rest of the world could drop dead for all you care. For a night that was beginning to look a bit disastrous, with the arrival of Eddie it was starting to have some possibilities.

[regalevansworth]

The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

✯———————✯

It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

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🖤 Knee Socks (Changbin x Reader) 🖤

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

(decided to crosspost this today for all the changbin fuckers, I hope you like it 🫶🏻)

Pairings: established frenemies changbin x reader, to lovers

Words: 4100

Summary: Changbin stops by uninvited to pick up the jacket you borrowed from him. You are annoyed that he has interrupted your down time on your day off, but maybe he’ll find a way to make it up to you?

(inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song!!)

Humour + Fluff + Smut

afab + fem!reader

CWs: reader and binnie are mean and they swear at each other but they actually looove each other, playful insults are thrown around, picking on your crush to hide your real feelings??, jokes about murderers/getting murdered, gamer girl!reader, changbin projects on reader based on how she’s dressed (but they’re both down bad so it’s fine)

Smut Tags: taunting/teasing, explicit consent because consent is sexy, big dick changbin, changbin sock fetish, slight dom dynamics but reader and bin are both kind of switches in this one, changbin going down on reader, some edging, vaginal fingering, begging, praise, slight degradation, handjob, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, confessions during sex

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The fourth phone call in three minutes prompts some concern, so you forfeit your competitive match to give the caller your full attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing?” Changbin responds casually.

“I’m trying to rank. Is something wrong?”

“Rank? Christ, are you playing that stupid game again?”

“Felix is two whole levels above me!”

“… So?”

“Felix isn’t even good, he’s not allowed to be two levels higher than me!”

There is a pause on the other end and you think he may have hung up before he speaks.

“So that’s what you’re doing? Wasting your day away on your computer?”

“Why are you complaining? I went out with you and Chan last night. And I don’t have another day off for two weeks, so I have to grind as much as I can today. And fyi, you’re putting me at a disadvantage. I just left a match to answer your stupid call because I thought you were getting murdered or something. That could’ve been a win.”

“You think I would call you if I was getting murdered?”

“Yeah, I think you would. You know why? Because you’re stupid.”

“Hey hey hey, be nice.”

“What do you want? You’re wasting my precious time.”

“You stole my jacket last night, e-girl, I’m here to get it back.”

“I’m not an e-girl- wait, you’re here? Right now?”

“Wasting away in the lobby. Waiting for someone to come and murder me.”

You stand up from your chair and pad out of your room to your intercom. You hang up your phone and shout into the speaker.

“Quit loitering, shithead!”

“Fuck you!” Changbin shouts back.

You unlock your apartment door then buzz him in.

“Doors are unlocked. Your jacket is on the couch. Get your shit and get out.”

You hear him giggle maniacally as he opens the now unlocked lobby door and roll your eyes before returning to your bedroom. You quickly queue for a new match and put your headphones on. You join in immediately and the sound of Changbin entering your apartment is drowned out by the sounds of the game. You think you hear him say something from the other room but you opt to ignore him to maintain your kill streak. The match ends with a win and Changbin startles you as he speaks up beside you.

“You have an addiction, you know that right?”

You pull your headphones down and glare at him.

“Dude! What are you still doing here?”

“Look at this,” He picks up one of the many empty energy drink cans scattered across your desk, “You’re going to have a goddamn heart attack. I told you to lay off these. And your desk is a mess!”

“Shut up! Why are you in here?”

“You left your door unlocked. Not safe. That’s how murderers get in.”

You groan.

“Stop lecturing me! You were two minutes coming up, at most.”

“Yeah, but what if I wasn’t? And what if there was a murderer who was waiting just outside your door? Did you think of that, Ms. Noise-Cancelling-Headphones?”

“But there wasn’t a murderer! You’re just an idiot!”

You spin your chair towards him, clenching your fists in exasperation. He huffs and crosses his arms, his blue jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Suddenly, his eyes widen and he swallows before looking away.

“What the Hell are you wearing?”

You look down at your attire as you sit cross-legged in your gaming chair. You had expected to spend the whole day inside, so your outfit was not exactly guest appropriate but it suited your personal comfort level just fine. You are wearing a thick oversized sweater that drapes over your lap, no pants, topped off with fluffy socks that cover your legs and end just above your knees. The sweater hangs low, doing little to cover your chest and cleavage, and the socks squeeze the plush insides of your thighs. Normally you would have been more embarrassed dressing this way in front of your friend, but Changbin had not been invited into your room and you were still annoyed at him for taking up your personal time.

“What’s wrong? They’re just my pajamas.”

“You sleep in that? Fuck, you really are an e-girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s comfy. And look, the socks have beans.”

You lift your leg to show the bottom of your foot, where cat paws are printed on the socks. He slaps your leg down firmly.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why? There’s beans!”

“I can see that.”

You notice a dark blush dusting his cheeks as you go to lift your leg again. This time he holds your leg down by your thigh to prevent you from lifting it.

“Would you stop that? Have some modesty will you?”

“Modesty? They’re cat socks.”

“And you’re wearing them like some sort of pervert.”

You curl up in your chair and turn back to your pc.

“Lee Know would appreciate them.”

“Yeah, he probably has a catgirl fetish. He’s your target audience.”

You glare softly at him.

“I’m telling him you said that. And there’s no audience. This is just how I dress when I’m alone.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s not supposed to be weird men in my room!”

He blinks in surprise then gapes, offended, at your words.

“I am not a weird man. Take that back.”

“You just called me a pervert. Because of cat socks.”

“I’m sorry! But don’t flash me!”

“Flash you?”

He points at your lap, and this makes you blush. All you see is the gap of bare flesh not covered by your sweater or your socks. You throw your hands up in defeat as he gestures impatiently, and his attention on your thighs suddenly makes you self-conscious. You slap your hands down to cover them.

“There! Happy?”

“Not that! You were- your legs- just don’t spread your legs open when you’re not wearing any clothes, yeah?”

“These are clothes.”

“You’re not wearing pants, and you might not be wearing underwear either.”

You scoff.

“You think I’m not wearing underwear? Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“I’m not a freak.”

“Prove it.”

You peer at him.

“That I’m not a freak?”

“That you’re wearing underwear.”

“You’re weird as fuck man.”

You kick your legs up on the desk, knocking a few cans to the floor in the process. Changbin grumbles about your slobbish habits and picks the cans up, then storms out of your room. You wait a moment for him to return and when he does not, curiously get up from your chair to check on him. You spot him in the kitchen from your doorway and pause to watch him. He has his hands braced against the counter and his head lowered as he takes measured breaths. He notices you out of the corner of his eye and looks at you, his jacket is still slung over his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Your eyes flit over his arms, flexing as he grips the counter. Then they roam over his black shirt, tightly fitted over his biceps and abs, then down until they land on the unmistakable bulge in his slacks. You look back up to meet his gaze. He looks wrecked, watching you with heavy eyes as his cheeks burn with shame.

You jump as something falls in your room and hits the floor, bringing you both out of the silent trance you had been in for who knows how long.

“What was that?”

You shrug.

“Murderer. Ghost.”

“Ghost?”

“My apartment’s haunted. That’s why I never have anyone over.”

He laughs with a hint of strain.

“You’re funny.”

“Changbin.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll go, just give me a second,” He rasps.

You do not give him a second. You clear your throat and tug your sweater off in one quick swoop. He stares, wide-eyed, as you toss it to the floor and cross your arms. You stare back at him, wearing nothing but a comfy sports bra, your underwear, and your knee socks. The underwear are lame, not even a cute pair. They are the kind with a little satin bow, pink with faded prints of flowers and bunnies, and a small rip in the frilly waistband. There is nothing sexy or enticing about them.

Changbin’s cock strains against the zipper of his pants, no doubt aching to be released. He exhales slowly as his eyes skim over your body. He audibly swallows then looks away.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked woman before. You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

He groans and throws his jacket to the floor then begins crossing the room, tearing his shirt off next in the process. You back up into your room, tripping over another discarded can then falling back on your bed. You sit up just as he enters the doorway. Suddenly, he pauses. He grips the top of the doorframe, giving you a clear view of his muscles at work. You nonchalantly check him out as he pants softly. Then, he points at you.

“You’re the devil, you know that right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

“Are you trying now?”

You gnaw on your lip and eye his crotch again lazily. Then you shrug.

“Not particularly.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Look at how you’re dressed.”

“I didn’t dress to impress anyone today, Binnie. Who would even see it? Look at me, why would I wear ratty underwear and a sweaty sports bra if I was trying to look sexy? I’ve been a good girl, you’ve been the bad boy thinking dirty thoughts.”

You emphasize your statement by propping your legs up and spreading them open. He shivers and takes in the clear view of your scantily clad figure.

“y/n,” He says seriously, “I need to know before we go any further if you want this? I’ll stop the moment you ask, I promise, but I want to know before I do something stupid if you even want to keep this going or if you’re just teasing me. Because I… really want you, and I think I’m gonna lose it if we keep this up for much longer.”

You smile and respond softly.

“I trust you, Binnie. I know you would never hurt me. So whatever you want to do, you can do it to me.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Take your panties off, please.”

You smirk at his hesitant order but obey it. You hook your thumbs into the elastic of your panties and slide them off, taking your time and keeping your legs spread as you complete the process. He watches you greedily, drinking in the sight of you as you pull your bra off next. You discard both garments to the floor carelessly, then dip your thumb in the cuff of your sock and begin pulling it down.

“No. Leave those on.”

You pull your hand away, fluttering your fingers playfully and tilting your head. He finally enters the room, crossing slowly and kicking the can away when he meets it. He stops at the end of the bed. You hold your breath as he stares down at you, and watch as he reaches down to caress your ankle then gently grasps your calf. You let out a shaky breath right before he drags you to the end of the bed by one leg. You gasp as the bottoms of your thighs come flush to his knees.

He meanders fixing your knee socks one at a time. He tugs them up to hug your thighs and runs his thumbs just under the bands to touch the soft skin beneath. You shudder when he looks at you, then grabs your other thigh and squeezes both of them. Your legs quiver as he holds them open and massages underneath your thighs.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?”

You nod and he shakes his head.

“Say it.”

“I’ll tell you. But I don’t want you to stop. I really don’t want you to stop.”

Changbin falls to the floor on his knees and grips the tops of your socks, he then hikes your legs over his shoulders. You gasp and clench your fingers in the bedsheets when he dives in to lap at your pussy.  You throw your head back and release a pitchy moan as he slowly mouths at you. His fingers curl to stretch the fabric of your socks and your thighs hug his face as he prods you open with his tongue. 

Despite how ruined he looked and how wired he said he felt, he eats you out with an astounding amount of restraint. He rolls his tongue inside between filthy open-mouth kisses, eyes boring into yours as he makes obscenely wet noises. You are not sure if they come from his saliva or your arousal, but it makes your core ache nonetheless. You throw one hand against your forehead and slap the other down on the bed as he continues his tortuous pace.

“Changbin,” You whine, the last part of his name fading off in a squealing moan.

“Mhm,” He peppers a few kisses on the insides of your thighs and nuzzles his cheeks there gently, “What is it, baby?”

“Stop teasing…”

He punctuates his response with a long, deep, kiss right on your clit. You cry out in frustration as he smirks down at you.

“No.”

“Binnie…”

“You teased me, it’s my turn, honey.”

You huff and mewl as he resumes eating you out.

“But I… I didn’t…”

He groans, rumbling your heat as he does so. You buck your hips and moan as he begins picking up the pace, then breaks away. You whimper and glare at him as he licks his lips clean.

“Stop…”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks breathlessly, “Or do you want me to give in to you?”

“Will you please just fuck me?”

His breath hitches at how soft and desperate your voice sounds. He shakes his head and brings his lips to your heat again.

“Why?” You cry, tears pricking as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

“Shhh, patience, baby. Patience.”

You run your fingers through your hair and arch your back as you grind against his face. He finally grants you relief when he props his elbows on the bed, your thighs still straddle his face, and he pushes three of his fingers between your folds. He buries his face in your heat and fingerfucks you, continuing to do so until you climax. You can only make mindless, breathy, sounds as he stimulates you through your high. You grip the bed sheets and squeeze your thighs together on instinct, mind going blank as pleasure pulses endlessly through your core. He holds your thighs open and continues suckling at your clit, watching you fall apart from his tongue. 

Slowly, he stops and lowers you on the bed. He lets your legs fall to his sides and presses chaste kisses over your thighs and abdomen. Your legs twitch and you let out a wrecked moan as your pussy throbs. His hands roam sweetly over your thighs, petting and soothing you to relax.

“There you go. Good girl. Wasn’t that worth waiting for?”

You make a short, annoyed, sound.

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

He chuckles and stands up, unzipping his slacks and pulling them down. You let your head loll to the side as you watch him. His cock pitches a tent in his boxers, standing proudly as he shucks his pants off. He takes his time rolling the band of his boxers over his length, no doubt enjoying your attention. You bite your lip as he strips himself down then kneels beside you on the bed. You run your hand over his thigh and give a teasing squeeze, then look up for his reaction.

“Mhm.”

“Well?” He murmurs.

“You’re big.”

He snorts, his cock stands proud and drips precum as he moves over you.

“Yeah. It’s a pain.”

“Not for me.”

“Oh? You can take a big dick right now?”

He taps his fingers against your pussy and chuckles when you whine and roll away. You glare over your shoulder as he rubs your hip.

“You’re still too sensitive, baby.”

“And whose fault is that?”

He rolls his eyes.

“My fault for giving you an amazing orgasm, I guess.”

“Yeah, how are you going to get your dick wet now? Stupid.”

His cock jumps and he groans softly at your chiding.

“I’m not.”

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

Your tone is more insecure than you wanted it to be, but there is no way to take it back now. Changbin’s eyes soften and he rolls you over to face him. His hand comes to cup your cheek as you avoid looking at him.

“Is that what I said?”

“No.”

“Right. Do you need to hear me say it?”

You nod shyly and he shoots you a soft smirk.

“I want you. I need you. You’re so beautiful.”

You laugh softly.

“Okay-”

“I want to make you feel loved. I want to take care of you.”

“Oh, so now you want to be romantic? What happened to the teasing and manhandling?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Well, that was when I was hungry, baby. I’m not thinking straight until I’ve had my fill.”

He leans down, hovering his lips over yours.

“Are you thinking straight now?” You murmur.

“No. You’re still making me crazy.”

You giggle and brush your nose against his.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Kiss you?”

You nod timidly. He chuckles as you both close the space between you and share a slow, sweet kiss. You sigh into his mouth as he pets your cheek with his thumb.

“What about now? What do you want me to do?” He asks.

“Fuck me?” 

“Hah… I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, baby.”

“Pretty big talk for a guy that got hard over socks.”

“Well. They are on you.”

“Shut up.”

You kiss again, a bit more heated. Changbin melts into your arms as you pull him closer and he grinds against the crease of your hip. You giggle as he moans and chases the friction a second time.

“Can’t fit your big dick in my pussy? Just gonna hump me like a dog instead?”

He groans and raises his hips up, his cock still hangs and drags over your abdomen.

“You’re so rude. I’m being so sweet to you.”

“Gonna cry about it?”

“Would that turn you on?”

You shrug and give a teasing grind against his thigh. He curses softly and drops his head.

“Don’t make me beg, I might really cry then,” You laugh and he whimpers, “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

You giggle and roll away for a moment to grab lotion from your bedside drawer. When you turn back he shoves his face into the crook of your neck and lets out a shuddery breath onto your chest. You clutch his head close and kiss his forehead as he props his leg over yours. You lube your fingers then slip them between your bodies and around his length. He jerks his hips impatiently as you stroke him slowly.

“y/n…”

“Yes, baby?”

“F-Fuck…”

“You like that?”

“Mh-hm.”

He pants and pulls you closer as you work your hand around him. He curses and throws his head back to gaze up at you. Your touch slows as you watch his lips part in a small whimper.

“Please,” He breathes, “I’m so close.”

“You’ve been such a good boy.”

He nods and cries out in frustration as you slide your hand up his abdomen. You scratch your nails over his chest and gently direct him.

“Wanna come? Go ahead, Binnie. I want to see you touch yourself.”

He makes a choked noise and leans up to brace himself over you.

“That’s not fair,” He takes a shuddery breath, “I helped you.”

“I am helping,” You pout, “What? Are you saying you can’t get off? This isn’t enough for you?”

He looks down as you dip your fingers between your legs and play with your clit. He curses at the soft sounds that escape your lips. He steals another kiss and slowly begins stroking himself over you. You giggle and murmur quiet encouragement against his lips as you lazily pleasure yourself.

“Wanna come, Binnie? Wanna come on my pussy?”

“Y-es…”

He kisses you again, hard, as his movements become faster and uncoordinated. You cup his cheek and allow the fingers between your legs to graze absentmindedly over your sex. He slowly breaks away and gazes into your eyes as he works himself to release. His eyes fall shut and he groans your name.

“Come on, baby. You’re almost there.”

“Fuck,” He gasps.

He jerks himself through his climax, moaning desperately as he spills his cum over you. You watch his expression intently as milky streaks fall over your abdomen and crotch. You glance down and spread the sticky substance between your fingers, then look back at him. He watches you through fluttering lashes and pants into the shared air. Then, he smirks and leans down to share a wet kiss. When you part he kisses your cheek then collapses on top of you, nuzzling your neck.

“I love you.��

You scoff.

“I make you jerk off to me once and that’s all it takes for you to fall in love? You’re pathetic.”

He whines in protest.

“I loved you before that, bitch. And, I’ve jerked off to you many times-”

“Ugh, you freak…” You respond with no animosity.

He laughs breathlessly and heaves a tired sigh. “I mean it. And not just the masturbating part.”

You snort and listen to his labored breath slow then settle into a tranquil rhythm before breaking the silence.

“I know. I love you too. Even if you get turned on by socks.”

Changbin laughs and squishes his face against your cheek. You turn your head and press a loving kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Shut up.”

“Make me,” You mumble before granting him another kiss.

“Mhm… I will… later.”

You gasp as he goes to pull you closer and gently keep him at an arm’s length.

“Ah, I’m dirty.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You laugh then make a disgusted noise as he pulls your hips together and kisses your neck. You melt into his arms and let him cradle your head to his chest. You sigh and nose sleepily at his shoulder.

“You better clean me up.”

“M’yeah…”

“M’serious…”

“Mh-hm…”

You relax and doze off embracing each other.

You wake again hours later. No light peeks in from the window, the only thing illuminating your room is your desktop screen. The red numbers of the 24-hour clock beside your bed tell you that it is midnight. You fight your way out from where you are tightly tucked into bed. Changbin’s shirt covers your figure as you sit up then slip out of bed. The shirt falls just above the top of your knee socks, leaving a sliver of skin peeking out. You finally notice Changbin, seated in your gaming chair and just wearing your headphones and his boxers, focused on the game playing in front of him. He has cleaned up the desk and his jacket is folded neatly over the back of the chair. You watch in silence then tiptoe over as the match finishes.

“What are you doing?”

He jumps and throws his hand over his chest as he looks at you.

“y/n!”

“Why are you playing my game?”

“... No reason.”

You take the mouse from him before he can queue and open your profile. He smiles sheepishly when you gape at your stats.

“You brought me up five levels?”

“Did I?”

“I didn’t know you could play.”

“What, you really think Felix leveled up all by himself?”

You blink as you process his words then grin and fall into his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek.

“Thank youuu.”

“Don’t thank me, just get better so you don’t have to play so much.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault! All my teammates suck.”

“Mhm, that’s what they all say.”

You roll your eyes and rest your head on his chest.

“Still, I appreciate it.”

“Do you?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanna show me how much you appreciate it?”

You smirk.

“Yeah. What do you want me to do?”

His thumb glides down your clothed leg then back up again.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby.”

“I don’t?”

“I’ll just let you have this seat and then I’ll take care of the rest.”

You stand and watch him rise then turn to fall to his knees as you fall back in the chair. He smirks and pushes his shirt up out of the way, then draws your legs over his shoulders.

[0san-ta0]

SOCIAL MEDIA | a.fredrick (Part 1)

synopsis ★ arthur falls head over heels for george's secret girl best friend. pairings ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) face claim ★ the GORGEOUS léna mango on insta author's notes: first social media au <33 let me know what you guys think of it, reblogs are appreciated!!! don't mind the dates and times!!

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗲𝘆,𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝖺𝗇𝖽 6,321 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌... 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 1 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐

𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 346 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍...

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 gorgeous 𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗁𝗁��𝗁𝗌𝖻𝗌𝖻𝗌

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗱_10 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 '𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌' 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗱_10 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗒 (𝗉.𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗎𝗉)

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗲𝘆 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

yourinstagram ....bitch we know everyone is here for me

georgeclarkeey I thought this was a george clarkey appreciation post, now you're calling me a bitch I might just take my money back

yourinstagram at this point I'll give it back on my own free will

user the queen is serving looks as always!! <33

user george is looking too fine in these pics

liked by georgeclarkeey

yourinstagram you have time to delete this before you blow his ego up anymore user OMGGG!!!! she replies

liked by arthurfnhill, georgeclarkeey, chrismd_10 and 5832 others

yourinstagram to appease the gods an appreciation post for some of my boys mostly chris!! <33 @chrismd_10 @arthurrnhill @georgeclarkeey @max_baldege peep cutey pie Chris before he gets pissy.

user AAAHHHHGHG!! cute chris and george content!!!! thank you mother

user not george hugging another man that's not his boyfriend....@arthurtv @arthurtv

user I thought the exact same thing @arthurtv

yourinstagram george told me he's single so idk about that...

user now arthur needs to know!! @arthurtv

georgeclarkeey you told me the last photo would be private...

yourinstagram well sir, in this world some pople lie and I fucking lied

georgeclarkeey photo privelleges are revoked

chrismd_10 just fyi I don't appreciate the caption at all

yourtinstagram when I give you love you don't want it but when I don't acknowledge you its also a problem!?!?!?!?! sir make up your mind

chrismd_10 treat me like a human and not a dog

yourinstagram ............................no.

user max looks absolutely disgusted

arthurtv watching my boyfriend hug other men hurts (not)

yourinstagram so this is the boyfriend who's not your boyfriend.....

georgeclarkeey how did you get here arthur!?!? and y/n leave

yourinstagram under my own post!?!? but hi boyfriend!!

arthurtv george stop being mean to the pretty lady

georgeclarkeey she deserves it after the things she's done to me

liked by gkbarry, arthurtv, wroetoshaw and 5463 others

yourinstagram anyways babes back to the regularly scheduled y/n and luna programming!!<33

user mother is mothering hard these days

user pretty and educated!! my wife is the total package

arthurtv the odessy... interesting read

yourinstagram it is !! especially the 5th time around

arthurtv 5th?? is it that good

yourinstagram maybe, maybe not? mythology is a personality trait at this point

arthurtv someday I'll be as invested as you

georgeclarkeey this wasn't supposed to happen

gkbarry you are literally stunning!! we need to go out again

yourinstagram thank you babe!! absolutely I need to get drunk off my ass again

user I need her and Arthur to meet now seriously

liked by yourinstagram user me too!! how have they never met!?!?? user chris said on a podcast I think, that most times when they hangout together as a group arthur's usually busy. but then george went on his pod and said that he didn't let them meet cause then the internet would collapse but idk. user ohhh, well his hard work has gone out the window yourinstagram I'm making it my life's mission to meet this man now

liked by arthurtv, yourinstagram, arthurfnhill and 2376 others georgeclarkeey guess who miraculously decided to join the trip @arthurtv @yourinstagram

arthurtv the internet wanted us to meet! what was I supposed to say?

georgeclarkeey how about no?

yourinstagram how about you stop being jealous and let us be friends

arthurtv yeah george stop being jealous

user EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CALM THE ARTHUR X Y/N CONTENT IS COMING SOON!!

user the boys are back and as dashing as ever

user with that last pic I wouldn't say dashing...

yourinstagram who's that pretty boy in the second pic??

user flirty y/n??

user I don't think so they just met plus this is her usual personality

georgeclarkeey you need to stay away from my boyfriend

arthurtv I think his name is Arthur or something like that

liked by arthurtv, tbjzl, chrismd_10 and 7484 others

yourinstagram guess who I met!! hint: his boyfriend is ugly. @georgeclarkeey

user AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

user not the George slander in the caption

yourinstagram not slander if it's the truth

georgeclarkeey what do you mean by that caption?

yourinstagram none of your business to be honest

arthurtv yeah george, none of your business

taliamar pretty pretty girl!! ❤️❤️

yourinstagram not as pretty as you though!!❤️

arthurtv I can admit her taste in books is pretty good

yourinstagram thank you!! now george can stop spreading slander about me online!

arthurtv I'll make him stop don't worry

yourinstagram I never was 🥰

[thehusbandoden]

His Everything -Soft!Aizawa x Pregnant!Reader

Mwahahaha~ I'm writing again TuT (yes yes I am quite dramatic.) Once again not knowing what the freak to do with the title :')

Fluff, fluff, and fluff. | 503 words | Second person | Fyi- if you ever see a change in my writing or writing/formatting style it's bc I am still trying to find my style, so it can change a lot.

Blinking open your eyes, you frowned at the darkness surrounding you, instinctively glancing at the clock. It was 2:23.. am. Grumbling, you reached over to cuddle into your husband; Shota, only to frown deeper as you felt his side of the bed not only empty, but cold.

Wrapping your comforter around you, you waddled out of your shared bedroom, hand resting on your buldging belly. Walking towards your livingroom, you sighed as you regognized the dim light of your livingroom lamp. Shota was working late. Again.

"Shota~ how many times do I have to tell you to give yourself a break and sleep?" You pout, crawling onto the loveseat next to your husband of three years.

"I'm almost done Kitty." Shota murmurred, eyes glued to the several papers he was working on.

"What is it this time?" You yawn, crawling into Shota's lap, wary of your precious bump.

"Nothing nothing- I'm just looking over safety precautions that they're putting in place to help protect the students, and they're papers for internships. Oh and grading some school work. I'll be done in about an hour or so."

"Okay.. so why do you have to do that now?"

"Because between teaching, training, extra training, and caring for you and our baby- I don't have time in the day, Love."

"Okay.. how can I help?" You ask, smiling up at your beloved Shota.

"Kitten, you don't have to. You're eight months pregnant, you need your rest, just get back to bed." Shota smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before going back to his work.

"But I'm not even tired! Please~."

"I don't know.."

"The sooner you get done and cuddle me~ the better sleep I get~!" You grin, causing Shota to smile down at you.

"Fine." Shota sighed, a soft smile on his lips.

You just giggled before turning around, facing the coffee table, excited to finally be able to help Shota, just how he's helped you since your first day middle school.

~The next day~

Humming, you smiled as Shota held you against his chest, whispering words of affection and encouragment.

"I love you Kitty." He smiled, kissing the shell of your ear softly.

"And we love you too." You smile, causing him to chuckle and rub your belly lovingly.

"You know.. I hope that he's like you." Shota whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Well I hope he's like you."

"I said it first, Kitty~." Shota teased, moving to leave kisses to your belly.

"Yeah- well-"

Shota silenced you with a kiss to your lips, completely grabbing your attention.

"Shhh it's okay, Love. Just go back to sleep, I'll be back some time this evening."

"Okay." You pout, leaving another few pecks onto Shota's smiling lips.

Shota just chuckled before kissing your belly and lips once more. "See you tonight my love. I love you."

"Love ya too." You smile, gaze soft as Shota made his way out of your bedroom, mind already moving onto work as he regretfully left his everything safely tucked away.

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[nqueso-emergency]

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Somebody commented “cognitive dissonance” on one of your posts and that is such an apt description.

As background, I am a new watcher of the show (just finished watching season 7 days ago). I literally pressed “follow” to the Bucktommy and Buddie tags within a seconds because I wanted to stay “open” and fresh as a daisy thinking it was going to be a fun time reblogging gifs and reading theories & stories. Then I started seeing things and witnessing behavior that is making my opinion become as hard as cement because I have been bombarded by toxicity from the Buddie side.

“The Tevan people caused this! They harassed the cast! Everything was fine until they arrived!” (Summation) —-> So they are accusing fans of causing issues because they are literally supporting a CANON COUPLE? For bombarding love down on a couple the show runners would like see support for? Make it make sense. Bucktommy has been around for months but all the other issues have been there for YEARS.

What I have seen on various social medias in the short months:

Bucktommy positivity week

A call out to love bomb the comments sections on IG posts to stifle negativity

Lou being called ugly so many times it would be impossible to count

“Bucktommy bones”

Wishing death on Tommy

Freak out over a “Daddy” joke - FYI, if that got your hackles risen, don’t come to San Francisco or you would not survive

Tommy being called a predator

Bucktommy & Lou fans being harassed on twitter for posting anything when all I wanted to see was 911 fun things

The things I saw with my own eyes made my stomach burn and my heart hurt. Of course I drifted to the Bucktommy side and stayed there. Because you know what I see on a regular basis, a bunch of people in love with love. And people who see themselves as Queer person actually being portrayed on TV and are trying to just enjoy it.

My 2 cents 😊

Welcome to the fandom! I hate you had to experience all that shit. Especially as a new person to 9-1-1.

I really like hearing new people's perspectives because it's telling just how fucking toxic the bestie boos are.

My entrance into the actual fandom was nothing but hateful. I had lurked for years and after finishing season 7 I thought I'd interact on reddit because... it's reddit lol who's going to be crazy THERE.

Spoiler alert. A vast majority.

That's why my blog exists because these buddie fans have gotten away with way too much and someone should air it out.

[dionysusdecent]

I'm just gonna make this a full post because why not. As some of you may know, Project Moon has found itself in more drama. And surprise, it involves misinformation because people dont know how to read. Currently PM is in a legal battle against Monggeu, Mimi and the Game Consumer Association because Monggeu and Mimi are filing copyright on their respective works (Leviathan for Monggeu and Wonder Lab for Mimi).

I'm just gonna start with the GCS. If you've been a fan since before 4.5, you might remember the incredibly stupid Vellmori drama, where a bunch of incels hot mad at the CG artist because the ID artist drew Ishmael in a skin tight wet suit rather than a bikini. I bring this up because the GC went by a different name then, the PMUA, or the Project Moon User Association, a group with no official ties to Project Moon and who slandered the company relentlessly and wanted to bleed every penny from the company because....really just because they could. They are a group who will do anything to see Project Moon burn to the ground, and so in another brilliant idea, are backing Monggeu and Mimi in the lawsuit....except they arent because they themselves have stated that they do not have the money to do so and are asking for donations.

Getting to the copyright stuff, Monggeu and Mimi are filing copyright claims for Leviathan and Wonder Lab respectively, two comics/mangas that are set in the Project Moon universe. However they have an issue, they do not own anything within those comics. Nothing in either of them are by right theirs and are instead owned by PM in their entirety. The best they could hope for is owning the names. PM has already show proof that they worked with Monggeu when it came to Leviathan which completely destroys any claims they could make to owning Leviathan, as PM was working on it as well. Mimi......Mimi is in a weird case as her work would also technically not be hers as Wonder Lab is still set in the PM universe. But PM did take it down when she asked and also made Wonder Lab non-canon....but that just brings up the question of why even do this then? Her work is non-canon and can no longer be viewed officially so why would she even try and fight for the copyright? I dont have an awnser, I'm just asking the question.

This last segment will be used as a PSA for everyone. Please for the love of everything wait till both sides get their side of the story out and actually read what both sides say before making judgments. Regardless of your feelings and KJH (Kim Ji Hoon), that does not give you any right to not only go against everything PM says simply because you dont like the guy, and by every god, does not under any circumstances mean you get to spread misinformation. I have already seen a post showing the GCS/PMUA post about this and in that very post is misinformation. Specifically from GCS/PMUA, but since someone spread it here and others have reblogged it, they are also spreading misinformation. Vellmori WAS NOT FIRED. She left OF HER OWN ACCORD AND PM WAS FINE WITH IT. Not liking KJH because is isnt the sharpest tool in the shed does not mean you are allowed to spread any misinformation, and if you spread it unknowingly, then atleast they to correct it. And for the last gods damned time. VELLMORI LEFT OF HER OWN ACCORD, IT WAS HER OWN DECISION, PROJECT MOON DID NOT FIRE HER.

tldr: Project Moon is fully within their right to fight this false claim as these claims are coming from an outside source that does not own any of the IP and were simply contract work. And these false copyright claimers are also being backed by an organization who hates Project Moon and will do anything to see the company burn, and use misinformation to do it. Dont spread misinformation and if you do it accidentally, try to correct yourself. Misinformation is how innocent people get canceled, lose their jobs or possibly lose their lives. Dont. Spread. It.

I do wanna add something on here (so this is an edit fyi), but Project Moon isnt a perfect company. Perfect is an impossibility. Perfect cannot exist. PM has made mistakes and will keep making them, we all will. Does that mean they should be excused? Absolutely not, that's not how this works. PM isnt perfect, KJH isnt perfect, none of us are perfect, and no one can be perfect. PM has done some stupid things in the past, but they dont deserve this. They do not deserve to be continuously slandered against by a group who is out for their own gain when that same group said they were here to help people. PM is not perfect, but PMUA/GCS is far less perfect than PM could ever be. They are greedy and selfish and will continue to spread misinformation to make PM look bad. You do not need to support or even like PM, but please understand that the other side is far worse and do not care for anyone other than themselves. (This is not talking about Monggeu or Mimi, as far as I'm concerned, they are good people and nothing I'm adding here is against them. Just the PMUA/GC)

2nd edit: it has been confirmed with the official english translation that Mimi and Monggeu were both not just contract work, but effectively temporary PM employees during their contract. These means they were paid as much as any other employee. I did not mention this as I wasnt sure if this was accurate from the translations available. Along with this, according to PM, while Monggeu said it was PM's decision to cancel the manga for Leviathan, it was in fact Monggeu's choice and PM respected and accepted this. I would also like to mention that the letter from the PMUA/GCS stated that because PM didnt directly contribute to Leviathan or Wonder Lab, that PM owned nothing and only Monggeu and Mimi owned everything. One, this is false as PM has already said they worked with both during the creation of Wonder Lab and Leviathan (Wonder Lab had more freedom) and two, personally, that is incredibly insane. Just because I make a new comic in the DC or Marvel universe with some new characters does not mean I own everything in the comic.

link for anyone wishing to read PM's statement in English: https://x.com/LimbusCompany_B/status/1816630063154233644

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Graduation 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~6.3k

Summary: You go to your graduation party without Wanda

A/N: This is a slightly angsty, but mostly smutty little thing. Enjoy!

Warnings: Some angst, a lot of smut. 18+ only! I’m starting to block ageless blogs who reblog/like these posts AND follow me, FYI. So please add your age to your bio!

“Why are you being so stubborn about this? It’s not that big of a deal!”

You and Wanda rarely fight, and when you do it’s merely bickering that normally ends in compromise. It’s rare that you or Wanda do something to truly anger the other. This is why you’re a little stunned about your wife’s insistence at trying to keep you from going to this party tonight. It’s your graduation party and you want to celebrate finishing vet school, but Wanda is dead set against you going for some reason.

You have already tried to get her to come with you, but she has business to attend to later that will likely take most of the night. You’re not thrilled about that, but apparently pointing this out is not how you’re going to win this argument because Wanda just rolls her eyes at you.

“It’s not even close to the same thing, Y/n. This is work, you’re going to hang out with a bunch of drunk people!”

You can’t help but glare at her for this because not only is she being ridiculous, but she’s starting to get on your nerves. You’re not sure why she’s so set against this, but you can’t help but think it’s because she doesn’t trust you enough to go on your own.

“Work, work, work. For all I know you could be hanging out with a bunch of drunk people! At least you know where I’ll be and who I’ll be with.”

You cross your arms angrily and watch Wanda struggle to come up with a retort. She knows that you sometimes are a little peeved about not knowing the specifics of her job, but you’d never expressed your distrust in her like this. She takes a moment to breathe deeply before realizing that she’s doing this exact thing to you.

“I get that, but it’s not you that’s the problem. I don’t trust other people.”

This was the understatement of the century. Your wife was the least trusting person when it came to strangers. She’d been raised to be paranoid and she’s continued this because it keeps her safe at work. That said, you wish she could separate work from her personal life at times. She is always so afraid of something happening to you, but you can take care of yourself.

You sigh in defeat before you run a hand through your hair with a scowl. You get where Wanda’s coming from, but you can’t keep giving into her and letting her paranoia rule both of your lives.

“I get that, Wands. I do, but I’m going to this party. You can come with me, or you can just trust me to be fine on my own.”

Wanda does not like the idea of this and she’s frowning as she tries to come up with an argument but you’re already leaving. You need to get ready and you’re going to have to call your friends and tell them you’re going to be a little late.

Wanda wishes she wasn’t busy tonight because she’d love to go with you. She’d love to be your date and meet your friends, but she had something important to do tonight. She and Nat were trying to close this deal and it would mean millions for her and more loyal employees. She couldn’t risk losing that just to take you to a party.

“At least take someone with you. “

You frown at this before turning back around to face Wanda with a raised eyebrow.

“You want someone to come with me, fine. What about Nat? “

Wanda hates that she’s the first person you think of, but she shakes her head before saying that she’s busy. She rejects the idea of you taking Yelena because there is no way you would be ending the night uneventfully if you take the blonde with you. Your best friend brought the most impulsive streak out of you and you’d only been injured or at-risk multiple times in the past.

“What about Bucky?”

You laugh at this before shaking your head vehemently. Nothing against Bucky, he was a great friend, but you weren’t going to take him with you to a party that he had no interest in. Not to mention the small detail of him being interrogated all night.

“Definitely not. People might think we’re together.”

Wanda is searching for another option when you just shake your head and shoot her a serious look. You’re not in the mood to fight about this, you just want to go have fun for a few hours and then come home and go to sleep. You hope Wanda will be here, but you’re not going to count on anything.

“I’m going alone then I guess.”

You’re shocked when Wanda leaves for work about half an hour before you leave for the party. You’ve already texted your friends and they’re planning on picking you up downstairs soon. You sigh before taking one last look in the mirror to straighten out your clothes. You’re hoping to have fun tonight. You’re going to try really hard not to worry about Wanda being mad at you. Honestly, you’re a little mad at her too, but you’re willing to let that go so you can have a fun time with your friends

When your friends arrive, you’re able to push your argument with Wanda from your mind, and you quickly begin to enjoy their presences and get hyped up.

Wanda’s having a more difficult time getting focused tonight, and since she’s with Nat it’s even worse. The other redhead is easily able to tell that she’s off, but she doesn’t want to bring it up at the moment. They’re only minutes away from meeting with a client to try and settle a dispute. This is not how either of them wanted to spend their Saturday night, but Wanda in particular had something she’d much rather be doing. Nat knew about your party tonight because Yelena had complained about not being invited. She was sure that Wanda had sent Bucky to watch you regardless of whether you wanted her to or not.

Still, Wanda would have preferred to be there herself, but this damn deal had to happen tonight. Regardless, that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it, and everyone around her could tell she was in a foul mood. She wants to get this finished as soon as possible, but of course that means this is going to be drawn out and painful. Almost two hours pass before things are concluded, but Wanda still needs to hang around to make arrangements with her team. She wonders how you’re doing at the party. Hopefully you’re enjoying yourself, just not too much.

“Y/n come on! Let’s get another drink.”

You just nod in agreement as you let your friend lead you back to the bar. You’ve been having a great time so far and you’re glad that Wanda didn’t talk you into staying at home. You had spent your time catching up with your classmates, figuring out what their plans were for the next step and of course you’d been drinking. There was food here too and you ate a lot of that, but you’d also had a fair amount to drink.

You did this for multiple reasons. You wanted to enjoy yourself tonight despite your little argument with Wanda, but most importantly you wanted to relax. You’d have a long, rough 4 years in school, and tonight was the celebration of all of it. It was all over, you’d passed your boards, you had a job and you were on to bigger and better things. You were officially a doctor, and you wanted to celebrate. Your friends were great company, and dancing with all of your drunk friends was proving to be hilarious and beyond entertaining. You only thought about Wanda a handful of times, and you wish she was here with you, but you were determined to have a good time.

When you both make it to the bar you consider just getting a water. You’re a little tipsy. Your face is flushed and you’re a little tired from all of the alcohol, dancing and socializing. That said, when your friend orders you both shots, you’re not going to turn her down. After you grab your drinks, you go find a table to sit at to take a breather. You’re grateful for this and you nearly collapse into your chair with a sigh.

“So your lady didn’t come tonight?”

You sigh as you shake your head in response to this question for maybe the dozenth time since you got here. It wasn’t a secret that you were in a relationship. You liked to talk about Wanda and how great she was, but no one had met her yet. She was just so busy and paranoid that you knew she was just going to be a mystery to everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if people thought you were lying about her.

You glance at your shot as you roll the small glass between your fingers with a shrug.

“She was busy. Work again.”

Your closest friend from vet school knows about Wanda’s less than legal job. It was impossible not to tell her after all of the times she’d try to meet her and have it cancelled last minute. She had seen a picture of the redhead and she’d heard you talk to her on the phone, but she’d never met her. She sometimes worried that the redhead wasn’t good enough for you because her presence was so variable and you had trouble relying on her. That said, you spoke so highly of her that it was difficult for her to convince you to second guess your relationship. She wanted you to be happy above all else, but she really wishes she could meet this Wanda and have a heart to heart.

“She works too damn much!”

You laugh at this and you raise your glass to clink it against your friend’s with a wide smile.

“Amen to that.”

You both down the shots quickly and talk for a little while longer before returning to the rest of your friends on the dance floor. Your class had rented out this bar for the night and it was just students and their plus ones. You friend had brought her husband, and your other friends had their significant others as well. You tried not to feel lonely among the crowd of people, despite not having the one person you’d like by your side.

“Wanda, get out of here.”

Wanda turns at Nat’s sudden declaration and she can’t help but frown at the look on her friend’s face.

“What? Why?”

Nat has to resist the urge to roll her eyes as she shoots her friend a knowing look. They’re almost done here, and honestly Wanda doesn’t need to stick around. Nat knows that she likes to be present for these sorts of things, but it’s not necessary. Not to mention, Wanda has somewhere else that she’d rather be right now, and to be honest, Nat would rather her be there too. Things have been tense given her bad mood, and she wants to give everyone a break. It’s nearly 11 and they would all rather be in bed. At the very least, Wanda should be able to go to a party with you.

“We’re almost done here, and Y/n wanted you to go with her tonight. So go.”

Wanda shoots her friend a glare but she can’t argue with what she says. She considers it for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. She doesn’t want to be here. She’s tense and frustrated, and seeing you right now would make everything better. So Wanda leaves, much to everyone’s relief and she hurries to the bar where you are hopefully still at your graduation party.

“Hey, Y/n!”

You turn at the sound of a familiar voice. You had been looking for this classmate all night and you can’t help but smile widely when you see him. He was always a friendly face who was happy to see you despite how you were feeling and how things were going. You hadn’t really talked to him outside of class, but those moments when you passed each other in the halls or your patients overlapped were special. He never failed to brighten your day.

“Hey! How’s it going? Having fun?”

The two of you talk and then grab another round of drinks, but this time you opt for something non-alcoholic. It’s been a crazy night and you’re still a little drunk, so you want to start slowing down. You have no idea what time it is, but you’re probably not going to hang out here for much longer. You’re getting tired and you miss your wife.

“Yeah, it’s been great getting to see everyone here. How are you? I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

You tell him the truth, that you’ve had a blast despite flying solo and he smiles before holding up his hand for you to high five. You’re not even sure why at first, but you don’t hesitate to meet him with a smile.

“Your girlfriend couldn’t make it?”

You don’t bother correcting him because only a select few knew that you were married. You hadn’t wanted to bring too much attention to Wanda because despite few people knowing who she truly was, you didn’t want to risk the truth getting out. So you just sigh dramatically before shaking your head with a frown. She was working.

You say this and your friend frowns as well before shaking his head. He realizes more often than not, that you’re flying solo and he can’t help but wonder why. It’s not his business, so he doesn’t ask and risk upsetting you, instead he offers his hand with a questioning look.

“That’s too bad, but perhaps you’ll allow me this dance?”

That’s how Wanda finds you when she arrives a little later. You’re still with your friend laughing and dancing with a large group of people. Wanda recognizes a few of your friends among the crowd, but most of these people she doesn’t recognize. She realizes that you’re not the only one having a really good time, and she wishes she could have been here sooner. She’s not exactly dressed for the occasion since she didn’t want to waste time running home first. She walks through the stuffy bar watching you carefully as you turn your attention to one of your good friends. You’re talking and she’s dragging you away from the middle of the crowd to show you something.

She watches you talk excitedly with her for a few minutes before she decides to announce her presence. Despite being surrounded by drunk people, some are taking notice of her, and she doesn’t want their attention right now. She came here for you after all.

“That’s amazing!!! I’m so happy for you. You’re going to be great at that!”

You hug your friend in congratulations at the news of her job. She’d been struggling to find something these past few months since she didn’t match with a residency program, but it seems like her bad luck streak is ending. You smile at her and nod when she says she’s going to find your other friend and tell her before heading out. At this point you take a second to check your phone and you see it’s nearly midnight.

“Hey, detka.”

You turn around at the sound of your wife’s voice, and you smile widely when you realize you’re not drunkenly hallucinating. You squeal in excitement as you hug the redhead who’s looking at you in amusement. You’re flushed and sweaty from your time here, but she doesn’t care about this. She’s just glad to see that you’re enjoying yourself and that you’re happy to see her. You’re definitely a little drunk too and she can’t help but smile at your uninhibited state which is evidenced by how you nearly shout at her.

“Hey! You made it! What are you doing here?”

You smile stupidly as you pull away from your wife to see her just smile at you. You want to ask how her business went, but the fact that she’s here at all is overshadowing everything else. You drag her away from the center of the crowd and into a corner where you might be able to have a modicum of privacy. She laughs at you as you hug her again and she just holds you close before offering you an answer to your question. She kisses you briefly before she tells you that work was boring and that she wanted to come see you. This makes your face light up even more, but Wanda doesn’t have much time to admire you before you’re kissing her again.

You don’t even care if people notice or gawk at you, you’re just too excited that your wife is here. You’re relieved that she doesn’t seem irritated with you and returns your kiss with enthusiasm. She tastes the many types of alcohol on your tongue and she’s surprised by how coherent you are regardless. You’re usually a lightweight and despite loving you for it, you don’t usually drink much out of fear of being drunk and less aware of your surroundings.

“I’m glad you’re here, Wands.”

You whisper this into her ear as you break away to breathe. You’re breathing hard and holding tightly to your wife’s waist as if she’ll disappear. You sigh happily before you lean more heavily on the wall behind you. You chance a look around but don’t notice any of your friends nearby. They were headed out soon, but they’d promised to say goodbye so you weren’t too worried. For now, your focus was on your beautiful wife who’s brushing a strand of hair that escaped your messy ponytail behind your ear. She returns her hand back to your hip and agrees with your sentiment.

“Me too. This is much more fun.”

You open your mouth to say something in response, but Wanda leans in to whisper in your ear at the same time that she presses her hips against yours just long enough to leave you breathless. You can’t help but stiffen and dig your nails into Wanda’s skin.

“I’m also so glad I got to see you all flushed and breathless. You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You try to hold Wanda close to you, but she moves away, and you can’t help but whine at the loss. You feel your face flushing further and you know it has nothing to do with the alcohol that is quickly leaving your system. You’re too busy thinking about the fact that Wanda is packing to realize that you’ve caught your friends’ attention. You don’t even turn at first when they call your name, but Wanda does and she immediately recognizes the duo in front of her.

“Y/n there you are! We’re about to head out.”

You finally gather your wits and you smile before standing up straight to offer them a goodbye. You hug them both before realizing that you’re being rude. You’re too frazzled to realize that your friends are looking to Wanda until they shoot a look at you.

“Oh! Right, sorry guys. This is Wanda, Wanda, meet my friends.”

The trio exchange pleasantries before there’s a loud round of cheering for something that muffles everything else you say. Your friends leave shortly after despite wanting to know more about your wife they’ve finally caught a glimpse of, but the look they shoot you tells you that you’ll be telling them later.

“Do you want to get out of here, detka?”

You don’t even have to think about it, and you’re nodding as you near drag your wife back outside. You got a ride here, so you look for Wanda’s car in the very full lot with little success. She chuckles before redirecting you with a light tug on your arm and a muttered, ‘this way’. You follow her easily and you’re near shaking in anticipation as she unlocks the doors and leads you to the passenger side.

“For you, milady.”

You just roll your eyes but hurry to get into the seat and get buckled. You’re ready to get home now, but knowing Wanda she’s going to tease you by driving as slowly as possible.

You hate how you know your wife so well and the ride home is excruciatingly long, and not just because of how slowly Wanda’s driving. For the entire ride, she’s had a hand on your thigh and with each passing minute you think she’s going to keep climbing up under your skirt only to drop back to your knee. You’re beyond frustrated right now and you can feel how soaked you are as you struggle not to shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Almost there.”

Wanda says this despite you knowing how close you are to the compound. You have to bite back the urge to say something snarky that highlights just how close you are to snapping as well. You sigh heavily in an attempt to relax before nodding in acknowledgement. It’s not until you’re back in your rooms that you realize why Wanda drove so slowly and tortured you both.

You have her pinned against the front door and you don’t hesitate to kiss her thoroughly. You’re well beyond frustrated at this point, so when she turns her head away from you, you almost growl in annoyance.

“How are you feeling?”

You have many possible answers for this question, but you take a minute to think about it and you realize what your wife is really asking. You can’t help but feel your desire for her grow even more at the fact that she’s still looking out for you even now that you’re at home. You shake your head before shooting her a smile. You grab her hips before grinding against her with a groan.

“I feel great, Wands. Only drunk on you at the moment.”

Wanda would roll her eyes at your cheesy line if she weren’t so distracted by the feeling of you pushing against her strap. She hisses under her breath before nodding in understanding and that’s all you need.

You grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom. You groan at the sight of your wife flushed and waiting for you to make a move, and you can’t help but smile widely as you reach out for her.

“What do you say, Wands? Can I have a taste?”

She’s nodding before you even finish asking, and you can’t help but smile widely as you push her jacket off of her shoulders revealing the gun she always carries strapped to her hip. You take your time taking it off and carefully setting it aside before you turn your attention to her shirt with a sigh.

“Yes, yes. Whatever you want.”

You smile wider at this as you start to unbutton your wife’s shirt to reveal her flushed and heaving chest. You stop about half way because you have a better idea, and you reach for her belt. You studiously ignore the throbbing between your own legs, so you can focus on your wife for the time being. You know that when it comes to times like this with your wife that waiting is always worth it in the end. You undo your wife’s belt and reach into her pants with very little patience. You force yourself to take your time as you feel the strap you’ll be taking later against your palm. You both groan in unison as you squeeze and run your hand down the length experimentally. You nearly bite your lip as you imagine what it will feel like, but you shake that thought away for now to focus on Wanda.

“Y/n, please.”

Wanda shifts impatiently against the door as you continue to press against her clit with each stroke. You consider your next move carefully before you slide Wanda’s pants down her legs. You follow their path as you get to your knees in front of her. Her breath catches in her throat when she realizes what you’re going to do, but she doesn’t dare protest as you take her strap in your mouth without another word. You push Wanda’s hips back against the door as she tries to move closer to you, and she just groans in frustration. You smile as you continue to pump the length of the strap as you get it ready for you.

“Fuck, detka.”

She chances a look down at you and nearly comes at the sight of you on your knees with her strap in your mouth. She angles her hips slightly and moans as you hit her just right, and she can’t help but throw out a hand to run her fingers through your hair. She tugs on your hair a little and it makes you even wetter to know how close she is already. You can feel her knees shaking and you adjust slightly so you can support her better so she doesn’t fall on the ground.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. Are you going to come for me?”

Your only answer is a loud moan as you continue to apply pressure against your wife in a way that makes her see stars. She’s near thrashing against you as she threatens to yank out some of your hair as she comes close. She’s nodding but she can’t find the words to answer before she comes. She stiffens and her back arches against the door as she shudders in pleasure. You have to hold her up by her thighs as her legs collapse underneath her. You groan quietly as you climb to your feet and carry your wife over to the bed.

You gently set her down so she’s lying against the pillows before pulling her in for a kiss. She deepens it with a groan and her hand comes up to your neck to pull you closer to her. You are more than happy to close the distance between the two of you, and you climb up on the bed beside her as she breaks away to attack your neck.

“Fuck, Wands, I need you.”

Wanda doesn’t miss a beat as she reaches out to help you shift so your legs are on either side of her straddling her hips. You groan as you grab Wanda’s hands that are on your legs and pull them up your thighs until they’re under your skirt. You shudder and nearly buck your hips at the feeling of her hands so close to your soaked and aching core. Wanda moans as her hand travels up to the soaked fabric between your legs. You can’t help but jerk against her touch when she finds your clit. You throw your head back with a groan before you shift so you can take them off.

“I need you to fuck me hard, okay Wands?”

You watch as her pupils dilate with lust as she reaches out for you to bring you closer. She pulls you back over her lap and tries to push your skirt up until you grab her hands. You smile as she looks to you in confusion before you shake your head and move her hands to her side and hold them there.

“On second thought, I just want you to watch.”

Wanda can’t help but whine as she struggles to free her hands from yours. She wants to touch you, but the look you shoot her makes her second guess going against you. You really want the strap that’s standing up waiting for you, taunting you, but you also want your wife to do as you ask. You decide that you can wait a little longer if it means more pleasure for the both of you.

“Or I can tie you to this bed and get myself off in the other room, if you like that idea better?”

Wanda’s quick to shake her head and she stops fighting against you with a pitiful whine of defeat. You just smile at her before waiting for a few seconds to see if she’s really going to listen. You release her hands slowly and you kiss her as a reward. Wanda almost forgets right then and goes to touch you, but the sound of her hands slamming back onto the bed alert you of her near slip up. You smile into the kiss before deciding that you’ve waited long enough.

You lower yourself onto her lap and rub the strap against you with a needy groan. Wanda moans into the kiss before breaking away to watch you lower yourself onto the thick length with a sigh. When your hips meet your wife’s, you need to take a moment to breathe so you don’t come before you’re ready. You clench around the strap and bite back a moan as you shudder in need.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

You slowly start to rock your hips against Wanda’s and you feel her stiffen beneath you. You open your eyes to see her watching you with a pained, desperate expression. She looks like she’s dying to reach out and touch you as she fists the sheets beneath her, and you smile proudly at her. You know that Wanda feels each thrust of your hips, but she continues to keep her hands to herself which you’re honestly not sure you could have done without being physically forced to. For this, you decide to give your wife a little reward, and you sigh in relief as you begin rolling your hips harder against Wanda who can’t hold back a loud moan.

“Shit, detka, please, please.”

You ignore your wife’s pleas for now as you run your hands up your own thighs and push up your skirt. It takes Wanda a minute to realize you’ve done this, but once she looks up at you again, she is able to see her strap disappear inside of you with each roll of your hips. She has to bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut to keep from coming at that sight alone, and as a result she misses your smug smirk as you start to pick up the pace.

“Did you plan on this happening Wands? Did you come to my party packing because you knew it would drive me crazy?”

Wanda’s nodding and muttering incoherently as she starts to meet your thrusts with her hips. You don’t tell her off, so she takes this as permission to continue. She hisses when a particularly hard thrust makes her shudder in pleasure and she curses under her breath.

“Did you imagine dragging me to the bathroom and fucking me where anyone could walk in or hear us? Does the thought of that get you off?”

Wanda doesn’t have a chance to struggle to respond before you stiffen above her and curse loudly. You come suddenly and violently as pleasure shoots up your spine and sends a wave of heat all the way to your toes. You don’t realize that Wanda’s panting beneath you until you reach out for her hands with a pleased smile. You take a moment to catch your breath before shooting your wife a questioning look.

“Do you want to show me how well you can fuck me?”

Wanda doesn’t need to respond with words, she moves so quickly, and you just meet her lips for another kiss before lifting yourself off of her. You groan at the loss and move away so Wanda can get up. She chases after you but you move away from her with a sigh. You stretch out, and you lift your shirt over your head before lying on your back with a sigh.

“Can you come take this off for me?”

Wanda is helpless to resist and she crawls towards you to help you take off your skirt. She allows her hands to run down your legs as she does and you just hum appreciatively before reaching for your bra.

Wanda doesn’t need to be told and she reaches out to remove your bra with a quick snap before flinging it off the bed. You laugh at this but she ignores you as she takes a moment to look at you. You’re beautiful and flushed and Wanda can’t ignore the urge to mark you so everyone else can know that you’re hers. She thinks back briefly to the friend she saw you dancing with. He seemed familiar and she’s going to have to ask you about him later. For now, though, she plans on taking advantage of your willingness to let her take over. She watches wordlessly as you roll over onto your stomach with a sigh before looking over your shoulder at her with a grin.

“You’re allowed to touch me now.”

Wanda is on you in that same instant, and you have to hold back your initial reaction to jump in surprise. You sigh in relief when you feel your wife’s hands trail down your back to your waist before trailing back up to your shoulders. You have to bite back your urge to demand she hurries up because you just handed control over, and you knew your wife well enough to know that she’d exercise it without hesitation. For this reason, you just take a deep breath and hold your tongue as Wanda finally starts to spread your legs. You hiss and then curse when Wanda sneaks a hand between your legs and pushes two fingers into you. She can’t resist the urge to taste you and despite the annoyed groan you let out, she pulls her fingers free too quickly in your opinion, but you don’t have a chance to complain before Wanda crawls closer to you.

“You taste so good, detka.”

You groan in need and start to shift impatiently, and Wanda’s quick to still you with a hand on your hip. You are about to demand that she touch you when you finally feel the tip of her strap tease your folds. You tense and moan in anticipation as Wanda starts to push into you slowly. You think she’s going to tease you mercilessly until she bottoms out suddenly making you curse and moan. You groan as Wanda lifts your hips so she can push even further in and you almost collapse back onto the bed.

You miss her smile over your shoulder as you groan at the feeling of her filling you up. This angle lets her hit your g spot with each stroke and you know you won’t last long. Wanda doesn’t seem very concerned about this as she starts to thrust harder, and her pace leaves you breathless.

“Fuck, fuck!”

You moan loudly as Wanda continues to throw her hips against yours. She spreads your legs wider before leaning over you so she can fuck into you just right. You nearly black out when you feel her brush against that spot that has you seeing stars. You’re about to fall apart when Wanda’s hand sneaks down to press against your stomach and you come immediately. You curse and struggle to catch your breath as Wanda continues to fuck you senseless. You fall against the bed and your face is hot against the sheets as they muffle your screams. You are still in the middle of your orgasm when Wanda flips you over onto your back.

If you weren’t already breathless, it would have knocked the air from your lungs. Wanda’s intent to steal it from you anyway as she leans over and kisses you deeply as she continues to thrust into you. Her hands move from your hips up to your breasts, and you’re arching into her touch with another moan.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could fuck you all night if you let me.”

Despite how amazing this sounds; you highly doubt you’d be able to last that long. You were tired before you got home, but now you’re near exhaustion as Wanda continues to work you up to the point of near insanity. You reach out to bring her closer to you digging your nails into her shoulder blades. She groans at the feeling of you breaking skin despite the fact she still has her shirt on. You quickly go to fix this as you start tugging on the fabric before pulling her closer so you can kiss her again.

“Fuck, I’m—”

You can’t even finish your thought before you’re coming for a third time. This one makes your body feel like it’s made of jelly and you go limp. Wanda comes right after you and she curses under her breath as she starts to pull out but you stop her with a hand on her wrist. She looks up to see you shooting her a smile as you start to sit up.

“Again.”

Wanda can’t keep the shock she feels from showing on her face and you have to resist the urge to laugh at her. She’s following your lead and helping you sit up before you pull her close and wrap your arms around her.

“Seriously??”

You look over your shoulder to the bathroom because you’re even sweatier than when you came home and you need to change that now. You tap her on the shoulder while shooting her a serious look that she just rolls her eyes at.

“Yes, shower. Now please.”

Wanda sighs as she lifts you into her arms and takes you into the bathroom; you laughing all the way there.

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