#warning: long tag rambling incoming ->

[shy4turcs]

Hii could u do a thigh riding fic for quinn pls?

“Can I?” Quinn Hughes

Best friend older brother!Quinn X innocent!reader

Summary: after your best friend jack cancels on movie night last minute you decided to invite his older brother Quinn instead…

A/n: this is a bit long but enjoy also sorry for the long wait I have some personal stuff going on!

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praising, innocence kink, I think that it

Tags: @drysdalesv @hvghes @sunkissed-zegras

Setting up pillows, blankets, and snack in the living room for yours and jacks weekly movie night before your phone started ringing;

*incoming call from Jacky boy🙄*

Picking your phone up to answer, barely get a word out before Jack starts rambling

“Y/n I’m so sorry I can’t make it tonight, got a last minute call from Bauer they want me back at the rink tonight” he huffed out, now just sitting in silent until you spoke up.

“Jack I had everything all set up already, but that’s okay I’ll just do a movie night to myself” You sighed moving to get comfortable on the couch waiting for jack’s responds.

“No no no I don’t want you to just be alone tonight…” he paused half way through his sentence to think “Quinn staying at my place tonight maybe invite him over, I bet he’d be down” he quickly spoke

“Okay i guess I’ll text him” you spoke, put jack on speaking then clicking onto yours and Quinn’s messages

“hey I need to get going though, again I’m sorry next week i promise I’ll be there” he rushed out, both of your said your goodbyes and loves yous before hanging up and continuing to text Quinn.

You don’t even know what to text him, unknown to most but you had the biggest feelings for your best friend older brother and inviting him over would be the first time you guys have hungout alone without jack.

Y/n: hey jack canceled on me last minute, I already have everything set up for movie night if you wanna drive over and hangout

You sent the text letting out a nervous breath just staring at your phone shocked to see Quinn typing so fast.

Quinner 🫣: just us?

Looking at the text thinking to yourself ‘oh god he probably doesn’t want to, I’m definitely annoying him’ before texting him back

Y/n: yea…

Y/n: is that okay?

Tapping on the back of your phone anxiously waiting for his text back, few seconds later his notification pops up.

Quinner 🫣: yeah that’s fine

Quinner 🫣: leaving now

You liked his messages while getting up and running to your room to change in spandex and a big tee, you were originally wearing old sweats and one of jack hoodies. You looked homeless before which is fine for jack to see but not Quinn.

-time skip 15 minutes later-

When Quinn had arrived, there was a short knock at the door followed by the ding of your phone. His contact name with a message notifying you that he was at your door. Slowly getting up from the couch and shaking off your nerves as your opened the door saying your hellos before inviting him inside.

“What movie do you wanna watch” You shyly asked looking at him as you sat down on the opposite side of the couch from him

“I thought you would already have something pick out, um let me think” he spoke as he jutted his hips forward getting comfortable, full manspread. Your face went red at the sight, he just looked too good in his grey sweats and black hoodie. Quinn cleared his throat causing you to snap out of your daze making your eyes instantly look at his, your face now even redder then before as he just caught you staring.

"Um usually Jack picks out what we watch" you softly spoke still flustered by the sight of Quinn. Quinn just let out a hum trying to think before scooting over closer to you and leaning over your small frame to grab the remote next to your head putting your faces just inches apart.

You just stared at him doe eyed completely speechless feeling very hot all over. you needed him and god he just looked so good, full manspread and his beautiful thighs on full display you were practically drooling at the sight. Quinn loved this just watching you eye-fuck him, it truly boosted his ego. He loved the way you were so innocent about it just becoming a flustered mess, he had such an effect on you it drove him crazy.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours mhm” Quinn spoke snapping you out of your thoughts making your cheeks flushed at the pet name, also the fact he had caught you staring twice now.

“Um nothing, did you find a movie” you quickly spoke changed the subject this made Quinn laugh, he knew what you wanted he just wanted you to say it.

“Yeah, Friends With Benefits?” Quinn questioned cocking his eyebrow up while looking at you.

“Um yeah put that on” you spoke not daring to take your eyes off the screen in front of you as you felt Quinn’s eyes roaming over all your exposed skin, your skin felt on fire with his lustful gaze.

Quinn started the movie finally taking his eyes off of you while you both just watched in silence. Your body had finally calmed down after 15 minutes until a sex scene came on causing you to become hot again, clenching your thighs together and your mind racing with thoughts about the older Hughes brother that sat across the couch from you. Quinn took notice to this, watching you as you clenched your thighs together every couple of seconds as loud moans played through the tv speakers.

“Quinn can you pass me a blanket please” you quietly spoke, you just needed to cover up from Quinn gaze you could practically feel him undressing you with his eyes.

“You know I’m pretty cold too and there only one ou-“ Quinn spoke before getting interrupted

“I’ll just go grab another” you said quickly standing about to walk pass Quinn to your room before Quinn grabbed your waist pulling you into his lap causing you to gasp.

“We can just share, you comfy?” Quinn whispered in your ear, his lips brushing over your cheek sending chills down your spine. You let out a little “yeah” before moving your hips to get comfortable in his hold causing his grip to tighten on your waist as he let out a small grunt.

“Please stay still” he groaned out as your shift your hips once more finally getting comfortable also letting out a small “sorry”. The groan that left his mouth made your core throb, clenching your thigh together to relieve some of the neediness of your pussy. You were quickly snapped out if your needy thought at the feeling of Quinn growing hard beneath you causing your face to grow bright red.

“Your in control pretty girl, tell me to stop and I will” he rasped out kissing down your neck, marking you up causing breathy moans to leave your lips feeling his beard scratch against your neck. The movie had been completely forgotten about, now just playing in the background

“Turn around for me baby” Quinn whispered kissing your sweet spot before you got up sitting back down, now straddling one of his thick thighs moaning out at the feeling of your clothed clit against his grey sweats.

“Is this okay” Quinn spoke cupping your face into his hands making you look at him, you nodded your head not trusting your words in that moment causing Quinn to smirk.

“I need words beautiful” he said moving his hands from your face to your hips gripping them harshly.

“I- um yeah I just don’t really know what to do” you shyly spoke looking away from Quinn’s eyes in embarrassment. Quinn let out a slight chuckle cupping your chin with his hand turning you to look at him again before kissing you hard.

“That’s okay princess, just tell me what you need” Quinn spoke brushing his lips against your jaw line to your ear before kissing right below it. Quinn gently gripped your hips slowly rocking you against him causing you to moan out holding onto Quinn.

“I need to feel you please” you whimpered out, Quinn pulled you off of him stripping himself of his sweats and boxers looking up at you for your consent before pulling your spandex and panties down in one go.

“Oh sweet girl your dripping” he mocked you making you blush in embarrassment. Quinn slipped one of his finger between your folds barely grazing over your clit making you whimper out, slipping his finger into his mouth moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your knees almost buckled at the sight.

“Taste so good, so fuckin good” he said to himself almost like you weren’t there

“Wanna ride my thigh baby mh? You’ve been looking at them all night” Quinn spoke grabbing your hips once more dragging you down onto his thigh, Quinn groaned at the feeling of your wet cunt on his thigh slowly starting to rock you against him. Quinn swore he’d never heard anything prettier then the little whimpers leaving your pillowy lips as he rocked you fast despite for you to make a mess all over. Quinn abs tensed at the feeling of your delicate fingers gliding down them under his hoodie stopping right above his throbbing cock.

“Can I?” You questioned looking up at Quinn doe eyed, Quinn just nodded his head. Hesitantly you grabbed his hard dick leaking with pre Cum as swiping your thumb over his slit spreading it all over before slow jerking him.

“So so so good for me baby” he groaned throwing his head back, his grip on you tightened grinding your faster on his thigh as he starts to bounce his foot making pleasure shoot through you.

“Oh fuck Quinn, please don’t stop I’m so close f-fuck” you moaned out completely stopping your movement on his cock as you began to tremble letting out a scream of his name cumming all over over him. Taking a breathe before looking up at Quinn and kissing his slightly chapped lips.

“That’s my good girl” Quinn softly spoke while brushing the hair out of your face. Quinn massaged your hips and thighs as you just laid against his chest listening to his heart beat basking in the pleasurable silence between you two before you quietly mumbled something.

“What was that baby, I need you to speak up love” Quinn spoke pinching your chin between his fingers forcing you to look at him.

“Wanna ride you” you whispered barely getting your words out as you looked away from his hungry graze, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

“Wanna be full of me mh?” Quinn smirked grabbing your hips helping you hover over his cock before you sunk down on him, both of you letting out loud moans at the feeling of eachother.

“So big, so full” you whimpered, Quinn’s long cock filled you to the brim hitting places you could never reach with your fingers. Slowly beginning to rock against him

“Do you trust me pretty girl” Quinn questioned as he helped guide your hips against his. Not trusting your words you just nodded your head leaning forward against his chest.

“I need words baby, words” Quinn rasped out running his hands up and down your back before reaching down and harshly grabbing your ass forcing a moan out of you

“Yes I trust you” you whimpered into his ear running your hand through the hair on the back of his head tugging it lightly making Quinn groan

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good” Quinn spoke before holding you close to his chest his arms locked around your waist thrusting himself up deep inside you, he was losing himself in you

“Quinn!” You scream out of shock pleasure coursing through your veins as he constantly hit your g spot over and over again, gripping the back of his head and kissing down his neck to conceal your moans as the pleasure became to much.

“Come on baby I know your close” Quinn groaned speeding up his thrust moving one of his hands to rub tight circles on your clit

“Fuck oh my, I’m gonna Cum please” you screamed holding onto Quinn for dear life as the most powerful orgasm washes over leaving your legs shaking as Quinn kept thrusting into close to cumming

“Quinn I cant it too much” you whimpered trying to push away as Quinn thrust became sloppy

“I know I know I’m almost there pretty girl” Quinn spoke letting out a loud moan before spilling inside of you releasing his tight grip on you. Quinn pulled you off of him before standing and grabbing a towel to clean you up quickly returning, he squatted down in front of you slowly kissing from your ankle to the inside of your thigh stopping occasionally to praise you for being such a good girl while gently wiping the mess between your legs. He then picked you up carefully laying you in bed as you were practically almost asleep before laying down next to you pulling you into his side and kissing your head.

“Goodnight my sweet girl” he softly spoke before passing out.

[the-kingshound]

Warning inane ramble incoming, it’ll probably be annoying I apologize. (*_ _)人 I spent the last several days reading every post here. I managed to convince myself to start liking some (sorry about that I’m sure it was annoying to get all those notifications) I have this weird thing where I get nervous about liking older posts cuz I mean it’s been a long time and it’s unprompted so that’s weird right? It feels weird like I’m doing something wrong or I’m being annoying, I considered reblogging too but somehow that felt worse? Sorry I am not good with social rules they confuse me both on and offline Idk my brain is wrong and I’m just a nervous socially anxious snail. (＞﹏＜)

Anyways just wanted to gush about how much I love it here and I’m never leaving (´꒳`) ♡ First and foremost Yniol has a special place in my heart they will forever be my favorite bestie (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*), yes I am biased as my partner is grey and though they don’t play IFs they were thrilled to learn about your character! Also your writing is just phenomenal, your fans are fun and creative, your characters give such warm and positive energy I love them so much they’re perfect, the inclusivity is such chefs kiss ( ´ з `) 🤌🏻✨, the angst is delicious, the fluff is so sweet and comforting, the spice is ... very blush-worthy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). This has been a journey I laughed, I cried, I giggled, and I blushed and I have enjoyed every bit of it from pasta discourse to Moldien cult wars to Arthur bunnies, I’ve had the most wonderful time. Now my mind is gonna be filled with Arthurian stuff for months my maladaptive daydreaming is having the time of its life I have a road trip next week and I’m so looking forward to just staring out a window for 6+hours while my Hound's just alternating daydream adventures with the cast o(≧▽≦)o. Also speaking of your amazingly wonderful, sweet, and supportive cast I have decided my (though I love them all) favorite poly pairings are Arthur/Morien and whole crew polycule I’d sell my soul for those but I 100% understand why you can’t really do that. I don’t think I have the endurance in me to code a single poly no matter how much I wish it so the fact you’re doing any let alone several is just god tier you are awe inspiring.

Alas I have rambled far far to much I wish I could be more eloquent in expressing just how much I enjoyed experiencing all of this but for now this is the best I can do (╥ω╥). Thank you for sharing your wonderful work it’s truly a gift to experience. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ I wish you wealth, health, and all the best in all your creative endeavors. -🐌

No, please please do not apologize. You made my entire week <3 This ask is straight up going into the folder where i keep my motivation to write and to be just a little proud of my work, thank you so so much for sending it.

For anyone having the same thoughts about liking or reblogging old posts: please do it. When I see the notifications, get very giddy and pleased, and I hope you are enjoying the food. Liking, and especially reblogging things, even more so if you add tags and reactons, not only fills me with glee but it also reminds me of old asks that I want to reblog again for new followers. So yeah, I love it, please feel free to go on a liking/reblogging spree!

You are so relatable for the maladaptive daydreaming (this game was absolutely born out of my own mental movies), I wish I could speed up the writing and editing for the next update so you can read it while you travel but I'm afraid it's a lost cause (I have been working on things, even now, but I am currently rewriting like half of it and while it is way better it takes sooo much time and energy). Knowing my characters and story are in someone's thoughts it the best kind of reward I need. I will never likely monetise this game, so this is the thing I wish to leave people with, and I hope the characters can be comforting and keep you company <3

You have no idea how much I would love to write the full polycule... maybe one day :,) But don't lose hope for the Arthur/Morien poly yet, as I decided to cancel the Gwyar/Morien poly and now I have a potentially free slot. In any case, awww, please know that this ask made me so happy today and will be in my thoughts as tkh is in yours.

Please have a lovely day and a lovely week and also a very lovely trip! Thank you again so so much!!

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Incoming very long ramble about the fragility of internet content and the ways some things are impossible or difficult to preserve

The thing that frustrates me most about poppytwt is how fruitless it all feels.

Like, you can't archive or research poppytwt effectively. You can certainly TRY but you'll find very little!!!

You have people who spent years in the poppytwt fandom who can TELL you about fanfics they read, art they saw, friends they made who were deactivated or doxxed or harassed or who committed suicide or are otherwise lost to time, but they'll have almost nothing to show for it because poppytwt was actively designed to be as impossible to trace back as possible, precisely because people were afraid of harassment.

How are you supposed to find, say, Tommy/Tubbo fanfiction? There's some on the actual tag, sure, especially now that poppytwt is for the most part over and it's considered "okay" to ship them now, but I'll tell you right now there are thousands of fics that won't pop up because the fic had no tags whatsoever, or spelled Tubbo like Tvbb0, or used some God awful emoji combination to convey who they were talking about, or were straight up DELETED. Discord servers moved every few years, fanart and fics were usually tagged with censored bullshit or not tagged at all and then taken down and deleted, entire accounts were ALSO deleted, even assuming something was tagged properly it's probably gone.

Most of us in the fandom at the time didn't think to make archives of anything while it was happening, so we've lost like.... probably enough content to make our own small website full of it, and even more chatrooms.

Almost all of the public facing content left is NSFW and/or more controversial kinks like CNC, watersports, etc, which could be because people who post that content are more resistant to criticism anyway but honestly I don't know why that is, and I know sfw content beyond what you can currently find EXISTED, we consumed tons of it back in the day, but it's almost fucking impossible to find!!! And most of it, when you get your hands on a link, is GONE!!!!

It happens with NSFW content too though, if course. Veradie was one of the most popular artists in poppytwt by far and a lot of the art links don't work. Some have archived versions with working links but a lot is gone because the original post leading to it doesn't work, and Veradie, like, the person, is missing. I'm sure she(?) would know a lot about old fandom and might even have archived some stuff, but if you're some sort of internet historian how in the FUCK are you supposed to find her??? She deactivated without a trace!!!

I made friends with a user called Kencydoo on here and one day I logged on and Kency was just GONE without warning or any indication of where they were moving to, no DMs to people they knew, nothing. I don't even know if it was staff or mass reports or a self-deletion. I do know Kency sometimes posted NSFW dead dove stuff and had tags you could block to avoid it, so it's possible one of those posts blew up and got the blog taken down, but I have no level of certainty.

Reese (I think it was Reese?) had people hunting for a "main account" that didn't exist for harassment and doxxing purposes and then ALMOST left (I'm glad you're still here @reesesrambles )

There's no stability for poppytwt content and no real shelf life which means that most of the history and even the harassment that REQUIRED THE EXISTENCE of a seperate fandom is gone. We can describe what the old dsmp fandom was like and why poppytwt exists and what it means but most of the actual concrete fandom blogs or resources are GONE, absolutely obliterated.

Like you can't make a Strange Æons style video about poppytwt, you literally can't, because almost all of it is like the fucking city of Atlantis. There WAS stuff here, but it was constantly sinking.

Most people I know for a fact were involved in poppy honestly just left for the hermitcraft fandom because people over there are like...normal?? The hermitcraft fandom allows RPF and doesn't give a shit about shipping characters who are "sibling coded" or whatever the fuck. They understand the concept of just not clicking on something you don't want to see, instead of launching a twitter cancellation campaign against people. So like if you can talk about a similar, and GOOD source of content that is also actively ongoing and not get shit for it, why would you chose to create for a discontinued peice of content and/or streamers who you WILL get shit on for writing about?? Like if your options are "write grian RPF and be able to not stress and have a fun time" or "write tommyinnit RPF and delete hate comments every day and watch your back constantly" why the fuck would you pick the latter???

And it's frustrating because the fact everything disappears means it feels like you don't even have much to look back on. The friends you made or content you enjoyed about a series you love is all dust now, and if you were into the DSMP for a long time (and therefore in poppytwt for a long time) then it's so much worse. It all adds up.

Anyways that's my ramble on how fucked up it is that entire communities can be lost in an era where things can supposedly be maintained forever does anyone want to drink a caprisun with me

[bonesartblog]

Your powerless Raphael AU has so many possibilities it's almost driving me insane. There are so many good story ideas here I just- 🤩

*WARNING: Massive Rambling Incoming!*

If Raphael ended up human by the characters we play as finding a way to remove the fiendish half of his blood - in a manner similar to what Bhaal does to a Bhaalspawn who rejects him - does that mean he will have lost most if not all of his magical abilities? If we assume a cambion's magic comes from their fiendish heritage, similar to how a sorcerer's would, I imagine that this would leave him without any of his magic.

If Raphael ends up losing his magic, would he try to learn how to use the Weave like a Wizard and, more importantly, would he actually get very far? I think he might try but I don't think he would get very far because he basically seems to be in indentured servitude in your artwork (which is top notch, by the way) so I doubt he'd have access to the resources to actually learn wizardry (pair that with his likely frustrated and thus frazzled mental state and that doesn't make it very conducive to learning a new skill like wizardry). However, that leaves the door open for him learning the skills of a Bard (like how to use an instrument to channel magic), but that also requires resources that he might not have access to (like an instrument he can carry around) without someone giving him regular access to such things as he learns.

Since you mentioned Raphael ends up falling in love with a woman in your AU, maybe this ties into how they meet? Maybe that woman is a Bard who is working/indentured at the same place Raphael is. Perhaps she recognizes another artistic spirit like herself in Raphael, likely by overhearing him recite poetry (songs are typically like poetry put to music after all), and the two end up spending time together as a result.

Maybe Raphael at first intends to manipulate the woman into teaching him her skills as a Bard so he could not only learn magic but also potentially be able to steal her job so he is not stuck cleaning floors to pay off his debts. Likely none the wiser, the woman could agree to teach him because she simply enjoys the company of another artist and lends him her instrument during their lessons so he can practice. Assuming she doesn't ask to be paid for these lessons, I can imagine that Raphael would be waiting for the other shoe to drop - for the woman to demand he give her something in return - because nothing is ever free and everyone always wants something.

Perhaps Raphael gets reminded just how much he relied on his magic, servants, and debtors for everything when a string on the woman's instrument breaks while he is playing it during a lesson. After the woman checks to see if the string nicked him when it broke (quickly using a Bard spell to heal him if it did) and she assures him that he can just fix it real quick so they can resume the lesson, Raphael has to admit to her that he doesn't know how to fix it himself and she has to show him.

Maybe after a while, the woman ends up surprising him by gifting him his own instrument so that he can practice without having to borrow hers and it's only after their lesson ends for the day that he realizes that he accepted a gift without expecting there to be an invisible price tag attached. Maybe he also realizes that he has long already stopped expecting her to demand something in exchange for her lessons and that he actually in fact looks forward to them, to spending time with her.

As the fruition of his plotting to usurp her job gets closer and closer, he could find himself dreading the idea of actually going through with it more and more. Maybe he gets frustrated with himself over his uncharacteristic reluctance to follow through when he should feel excited over his plan working. This could all then culminate in him realizing that he has fallen in love with her (which, as you said, he handles about as well as you can expect) and probably results in him having an identity crisis over it. Or perhaps what pushes him towards the realization is the woman not showing up for a few days due to some kind of misfortune that unexpectedly befell her (if you want to twist the knife a bit more, maybe a few of Raphael's former debtors mug her and leave her badly injured for "consorting with a devil" even though she might not understand what they were talking about), thus causing Raphael to realize just how much he enjoys her regular company and how deeply he cares for her wellbeing.

*Massive Rambling Warning Over*

Then there is the absolute comedy gold of Raphael having to work like the common folk do while the new heroes of Baldur's Gate and his former clients/debtors clown on him or whoop him so hard his bruises have bruises (which, as much as I adore the character, I kinda have to admit he deserves).

Not to mention him having to learn how to do things manually and for himself for the first time ever. Does this man even know how to properly clean a floor without magic... or is he going to need to be reminded to rinse the rag he is using every now and then so he isn't just moving the dirt around? What about preparing himself food? Has he ever experienced getting sick before and how would he handle that for the first time if not?

The possibilities are literally endless and I am ravenous for them all!

I didn't mean for this to get so long, but I'm just so hyped to see what you may come up with (even if it ends up being nothing like the ideas I was spitballing here - which you are more than free to use if you want, but only if you want - it's your story after all, you do whatever the heck you want and I'll read it 👀). Sorry for the wall(s) of text; I hope that wasn't breaking any kind of Tumblr etiquette. 😅 I can assure you that it probably won't happen again as I am usually too self-conscious to send anything to blogs where I can't be anonymous (even though I 100% get why people want that option turned off).

Anyway, I love your work! Again, it's truly top tier! Keep being awesome! I'm gonna go look at the images some more! Bye!

I WANT YOU TO KNOW I'VE BEEN THNKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY AND I'M DRAFTING A FIC BC YOU'RE INSPIRING ME LOL.

I'm gonna DOUBLE YOUR MASSIVE RAMBLING WITH MY OWN

-Raphael ends up human through something very similar! I thought it'd be great irony for something of his in his own collection (like a ring that he obtained that has the power to seal the fiendish power of a foe) and have it used against him. Initially it's supposed to be used like a genie's lamp where the wearer is just, sealed away but since Raphael is half human, it locks away his powers and reduces him to whatever is left after the devil in him is essentially stripped away.

-He ends up losing his ability to use magic in its entirety because the ring shackles him in a perpetual limbo where he can exist as a human but all his power is derived from his lineage as a devil, which is negated by the ring--so it's like shutting off a light in a breaker box and raphael being the room the light was connected to lol. And yes--he absolutely does try! I like to think he intended the ring to be used on mephistopheles once he'd been given the crown--but it all backfired once it was placed on him after the house of hope fight. He has to also contend with the new human elements that comes with his curse--which comes in the form of underestimating his ability to temper his emotions that he can now FEEL with raw intensity. Since he's a bard he absolutely relies on his charisma to navigate around people since he doesn't have the means to physically defend himself. (He's put in Sharess' Caress by karlach and astarion because everyone there is familiar with him which makes it harder for raphael to talk his way out of anything. and it's also to keep him where he'll be easy to keep an eye on--he has every opportunity to leave, but they tell him a de-clawed devil is easy prey and his overzealousness of making deals made him easily recognizable by other spurned clients. He's safest in the brothel and he's guaranteed protection on that property only--but Mamzell tells him he has to work to earn his keep or she'll throw him out so he's made to do gruelling tasks lol.

-The woman he meets is called Circe who is another bard that is hired to replace a murdered employee! She's a retired dominatrix and she plays music and sings in the performance area--and you absolutely nailed it! She doesn't meet raphael immediately, since he sort of squirrels himself away until nightfall when he can work unbothered, less likely to be recognized, and also bc he has a wounded ego lol. I wanted to write her as another egomaniac who's obsessed with the sound of her own voice and her own beauty and i thought it'd be hilarious if raphael found it ironically off-putting. But they absolutely do end up spending time together by mocking local plays because they're both snobs which usually turn into them mocking each other for their own tastes. The majority of their first interactions involves Circe talking about herself and constantly getting raphael's name wrong (she calls him 'Ralph' which he has to correct) and a lot of it is raphael getting a taste of his own medicine while exchanging barbs with her.

-As for the rest--you're not far off at all ;) I don't wanna spoil everything but Raphael absolutely has to reckon with experiencing manual labor and all the physical pains that come with it. Also with people that recognize him and want to do him harm / controlling his temper whenever a patron says something off-putting to him / learning how to defend himself since his devil magic is lost to him / and my favorite: HAVING THE HEART OF A MAN AND BEING EXPOSED TO ALL IT VULNERABILITIES LOL

[yandere-daze]

have you ever think about people who might be defending themselves not to reblog because they have a right to decide or something? this has been bugging my mind... no offense to anyone though, sorry, and love your works !

Rant incoming, just as a warning lol

But yes, obviously people have the right to decide if they want artists and writers to keep being motivated to post works on here for free or not.

As a writer myself, I just don´t understand the rationale behind it. There is literally zero reason not to reblog. It takes just as long as leaving a like and if you have zero patience to type out the tags then you don´t even have to necessarily to do that ( even if I will literally love you if you do!)

Likes do and mean nothing. They´re the equivalent of being left on reading after writing a long and heartfelt message.

Reblogs help our words getting spread around and actually show us that people care about our posts and want us to keep doing them.

But why have some people decided that they just refuse to do the thing the entire website is built around that would actually help their favorite blogs to stay motivated?

They have the choice not to reblog anything but it´s a selfish one and they better not complain when they get blocked or their favorite creators stop posting.

Just think about it: People ( me included) take hours out of their busy lives to write something and then post it because they want people to read and enjoy their works.

Writing sometimes takes hours of time and effort and it´s not always easy. If we were just going to do it for ourselves there would be no need to type out all of it out because the main fun part of the creative process to me is just daydreaming about an idea I had.

Actually putting it into words to tell a compelling story is tough and takes lots of patience. But we do it anyway because we want to share our ideas with other people, we want to talk about them with others. We want to ramble and fantasize about different scenarios. That´s fun.

It´s only natural to want at least some sort of feedback after spending so much time on something. And then it just hurts when people refuse to reblog your posts for ctually no reason at all, other than that they´re lazy or think a reblog is something super rare and special that only the "best" posts get to benefit from.

( Seriously, I don´t understand the sentiment of "Oh I really liked this but I didn´t like it enough to actually reblog and share it with other people. I don´t think the author should get any recognition. Oh but they better keep writing anyway and fast!")

At this point, rambling about ideas in a friend´s dms feels way more fulfilling. You guys have no idea of all the extensive rambles I went on with Korka that most likely will never see the light of day.

Why should I put in the effort and write it down to share with others when they can´t even bother to spend a single second to reblog it to show me that they appreciated what I wrote.

It makes no sense. Feedback and the back-and-forth with readers and fellow writers is what keeps us going. It´s super fun to get a conversation going about a cool idea you had! It´s not fun at all to see the notes on a post go up but no one saying anything. All that tells me is "huh, I guess people didn´t like this one. Guess I won´t post any of that anymore"

This complete lack of feedback from readers combined with work picking up is actually the main reason why I stopped writing for a few months. It didn´t feel rewarding anymore.

The recent yandere Alcryst post is actually one of the reasons why I started considering posting a bit more again. I was pleasantly surprised by all the nice tags and comments that one got and it made me smile every time I saw a new one pop up. I don´t care if it didn´t get as many notes as most twst works, I still felt way more satisfied and proud of it.

And that´s sort of where I come to the conclusion of this post:

Feedback matters, it really does! Likes tell us absolutely nothing, you could have downright hated it for all I know. But rest assured that I do screenshot every nice tag or comment I get, no matter if it´s actually a thought-out comprehensive analysis or just someone going "HJVJMVJM". I appreciate all of these so much. I save all of them in a little folder and look at them to cheer myself up when things might be tough.

So please, if you want your favorite blogs to continue then reblog! Maybe even leave a nice comment! Don´t forget that you get all of this stuff for free, creators are the ones keeping a community truly alive. You would probably be sad if your favorite writer or artist suddenly stopped posting due to a lack of support.

Please. Take that single second out of your life to hit the reblog button. It helps out more than you think and goes a long way to keep us motivated.

[hwanswerland]

20210301 - ATEEZ // ZERO : FEVER Part 2

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Clingy 🔞 [Part 8]

In which Jungkook learns that relying on someone doesn't mean failure on his part.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Otter hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jungkooks self-demeaning thoughts, insecurities, comfort from mc, fluff

Chapter Length: short

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"Jungkook, I could've helped you out way earlier." You say gently, sitting next to him as he sighs with his face in his hands. Your palm is running over his back, and its supposed to soothe, but all it does is make him feel horribly guilty.

He's the man in this relationship. He should be the leading role, the protector, the one who's helping you and not the other way around.

Instead, he's now about to be evicted from his way too expensive apartment, having shamefully admitted to you that he's going to need a place to stay soon.

Quitting his job maybe meant freedom for a short while, but it also meant no income, and by now, he feels utterly lost. He's got no work experience, nothing he wants to do. There is nothing he believes he's good at. He never planned for anything past his old occupation. Now he just feels lost.

"Well, no use in crying over spilled milk!" You suddenly say, jumping up and grabbing your comfort plush- a new one he's not seen you carry around before.

"What?" He wonders, no tension or motivation in his body at all.

"You said they're gonna be there end of the week. So let's go pack then!" You say, determined.

"But- I-" He stammers, unsure. He doesn't really like the idea of you helping him. Not that he doesn't want you in his apartment, but he doesn't want you to feel like you have to clean up the mess he made all by himself.

"If you don't wanna live in my tiny apartment long term that's cool, we can search for something once you've found a new job. Until then, I'm gonna make some space in my closet for you, no problem!" You simply squeak, putting on your boots, before you bring him his own shoes

"How can you be so calm about this?" He asks, genuinely confused as he looks at you with his ears all droopy and upset. "I've failed as a mate. As a boyfriend." He tells you.

"You didn't, kookie. Not at all." You say, climbing into his lap to hug him, before you nuzzle against his cheek. "You were simply being silly. Asking for help isn't weak or bad, it's totally okay. But you're still learning that." You explain.

He feels like crying. You're too sweet for him.

"I shouldn't have to learn it. I'm an adult. I should know all of this- but then the first rent failed, and then the second, and suddenly I was behind so much and-" he rambles, while you're holding onto him.

"It all became too much?" You finish for him, and he nods into your shoulder, quietly holding onto you as well. "Thats okay. It happened, and now we're gonna work with what we have." You reassure him.

"But I've got nothing." He complains.

"You've got me?" You squeak almost offended, looking at him. "You can rely on me, Jungkook. You don't have to do things solely yourself to claim the reward of the success later on."

His hands can't help but find the sides of your face, knuckles gently running over your soft skin, before he leans in for a kiss.

"I love you." He whispers, almost with no voice at all.

But you hear him, loud and clear.

[perce]

maybe that bad news was just like, a final straw, and this is a mild emotional shutdown? cant tell

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

murder she wrote

summary: weekly bestie time together

WC: 475

warnings: none

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

just a small simple one, little robin and bestie time

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March 17, 1985

“And then Kelly Peterson grabbed Martha May by her ponytail, threw her down, and went to town with her hands.”

“No way! You’re making this up.” Your jaw dropped out at the gossip Robin was throwing your way.

She quickly sat up, hands flapping in the air, “no, I’m one hundred percent serious. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes! I promise when we go to school tomorrow, Martha May is gonna have one black eye, Kelly really went in on her. And along with Martha, Kelly Peterson is gonna have a few claw marks, a bandage possibly covering them.”

“The one day I don’t see you at practice, this shit goes down.” You grumbled before focusing back on the screen.

You were watching as Jessica Fletcher snuck her way into a crime scene, but before you could watch as she searched for clues, Robin turned your attention to her again.

“Yes, Robin?” A sickly sweet tone.

Her hands were clasped under her chin, “you got- got any gossip you wanna share?”

“Umm, not really.” You were playing coy, you knew what she wanted to hear, but you wanted to see how long it would take.

“Cool. Cool, yeah that’s- no biggie.” And that’s when you started a mental timer.

One California

Two California

Three California

Four-

“So how’s it going with you and Steve? Any new updates?”

You kept the smirk on your lips small, “ah, yeah. Things are going great between me and Steve. Just hit three months together.” A ginormous grin appeared on your face.

Robin pulled a disgusted look upon her face, a simple joke of hers, “aww, well I’m really happy for you. Still can’t believe you got the guy- not that I mean that in a bad way, just thought he was still into Wheeler- which also I- what I mean is that I’m really happy for you and glad that he makes you happy.” And she fully threw her hands over her mouth to stop any incoming rambles.

You gave her a few quick pats on her shoulder, showing your understanding of her words, and took no harm from them.

The TV soon cut to a commercial, you were a bit lost on what was happening in the episode since you weren’t paying attention, but it wasn’t too hard to catch up on. Although this new commercial caught your full attention, a flashy and colorful ad about the new Star Court mall that was a little way out of the main town. Talks of the stores looking for hardworking employees, from the department stores to the food court.

“Robin…” Head-turning in her direction.

She must have had the same idea as you, seeing that she was already facing you, “you thinking what I’m thinking?”

You nodded your head, “wanna work at Star Court?”

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[bdudette]

Caving Love - E. M.

MASTERLIST || STRANGER THINGS

Summary: In where she loves him but never said it. Maybe until his incoming death they will both confess ?

Character: Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Warning Tags: Fluffy but Angst ?!?! Curse words, Steve sucking at relationships but still giving advice ?, kinda cute ngl, Bad ending —maybe ??? , character death in the future ???, spoiler s4, detailed song fic. This is cringe overall cuz I’m still rusty —

A|N: I have nothing to say other than this was so long I had to cut it up lol. This is my first music related fic so idk how to do this — yeah. It was between Accidentally In Love and As The World Caves In — yall can see who won lol. Just used half of the song btw 👀

Part 1 Here ⇝ 2

My feet are aching.

And your back is pretty tired.

And we’ve drunk a couple bottles, babe.

And set our griefs aside.

Falling in Love. Falling in Love with someone was something people couldn’t avoid nor could they do anything about, especially when it came to changing with whom they fell for in the first place. Eddie Munson. Eddie was the one she had started liking since she was young as her younger self had gained a giant crush on him as the guy basically showed off his true self with little shame and full confidence. Both growing up to become high schoolers of different sociable places that didn’t allow them to interact as much as they would’ve liked.

So when all of a sudden, he was linked to a murder he didn’t cause and was soon roped into this upside down world, she was scared. Scared of this love that shouldn’t get in the way of this new mission to save the world. Scared of what could happen to Eddie Munson in this said cruel world of monsters similar to the board game the man played.

But who knew that Eddie also felt the same with these romantic feelings, he had since years back and just never mentioned it to her no matter how many times they’ve interacted before — which wasn’t extremely a lot but he still held a deep crush for her and he feared the rejection he was sure to come if he had ever confessed.

So when this opportunity came, he decided to shoot his shot. In this new world of death.

“ Hey, uh — [Y|N], right ? I mean — of course it’s [Y|N] what else would it be since we’ve already met a bunch of times before with group projects and all and well — I’m rambling — I’m uh — Eddie, “ Eddie smile awkwardly, biting the inward of his bottom lips as his face felt hot and his chest felt even hotter with embarrassment on how he was talking non stop to this beautiful person in front of him that he had a huge crush on since a long time.

It didn’t help that dustin was in the back looking at him with a ‘ wtf ? ‘ expression at how Eddie was interacting with [Y|N] as the group walked through the woods of Hawkins.

But the young woman didn’t mind this, deciding to smile at Eddie with a slightly nervous expression herself, “ Of course I know who you are, Eddie Munson, yeah ? I’ve uh - seen you play for the Corroded Coffin, in middle school, “ at this revelation, Eddie gaped at her, doe - dark eyes staring at her with awe and wonder as his own heart organ gave abnormal beats that he was sure were 100% related to a heart disease called love.

[Y|N] was fumbling a little with her words, nervous that Eddie would think weird of her to even remember his still existing group, so she just kept on taking, “ I - uh - I remember since I did write a letter to your group, I really loved watching you guys perform, you guys were the ones who kinda got me into hard core rock and metal music , so — yeah , that’s weird, I’m sorry, “ she gritted her teeth, keeping her lips closed as she tried not to speak anymore as to not embarrass herself but the only thing she really did was caused the school’s ‘ weird ‘ metal kid to fall even more in love than he already was from just watching her afar.

He stopped his steps for a moment — along with [Y|N] — whilst they spoke. Staring at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

He gave out a shaky sigh, moving one of his ringed fingers up to his lips and in between his teeth as he stared at her with so much adoration in his beautiful big eyes even though she couldn’t really see it since she was looking away in awkwardness, he hissed out air from his mouth before forcing his hand away from his face as he shook his hands in front of him and jumped a little on his spot , “ No , no , no — Jes — You’re good, fuck — “

His sudden outburst caused [Y|N] to look at Eddie in sudden fright and confusion, causing the young adult to back up a little before taking a step closer to her again, “ you’re more than good, you’re fantastic ! That was you !? You really inspired my band group to keep on playing ! You — you …. You seriously are amazing, [Y|N]. “

They were both flushed at this point , excited at the fact that they were talking to one another and yet oblivious to the fact that they had a thing for each other. And they kept on walking towards the moving group. Glancing at one another ever so often. Their interaction caused some of the people in the group to smile at how sweet they seemed yet most of them gagged and rolled their eyes at their obvious, cutesy shit that they didn’t have time for.

They both couldn’t help — really couldn’t — but want this moment to last longer. Far longer than what came after.

The papers say it’s doomsday.

The button has been pressed.

We’re gonna nuke each other up, boys.

‘Til old Satan stands impressed.

It wasn’t long before things started to get even worse for them. To Eddie’s own surprise — they started fighting bats. Freaking bats ! What the fuck did he get himself into !? Well — he didn’t actually get into this shit willingly that’s for sure — but damn ! And then they found out that they were stuck in 1983 ? At least they were able to contact the kiddos before anything and started heading to his trailer — but — DAMN !

He didn’t get the chance to interact with [Y|N] at all !! What the actual fuck !? He is blaming it on the girls for taking her attention with all the talking — or maybe he should really just blame himself since he was too nervous to go up to talk to her again and decided to stick himself on Steve’s side — who seemed to notice his disappointment and hesitation.

Steve glanced at Eddie when he heard the 50th sigh coming out of the metal guitarist. Eyebrow twitching a little bit from annoyance but thankfully he has grown patient from having taken care of the kiddos for a while now. Though — that patience quickly snapped when he heard the weirdo starting to sigh again, “ What’s the matter ? “ he spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice, this being the second time they were speaking to one another after the previous one where Eddie encouraged his pinning towards Nancy Wheeler — basically.

“ What ? What ? Nothings the matter ? What do you mean ? Everything’s fine ? Nothings the matter with me, pft, what’s the matter with you -? “ Steve rolled his eyes at the rambling as he continued to walk next to Eddie, “ Spill it Munson, you basically broke the worlds record on a person sighing within 10 seconds. “

Eddie wondered for a moment — is a record like that even a thing ? — before shaking his head before stifling a sigh at the feeling of Steve glaring at him when he saw him almost open his mouth to do that again. “ Well — it’s [Y|N]. She’s what’s matter with me — and not even in a bad way ? She — I — I just don’t know ? Usually I’m good at talking with everyone and all but — “ he looked forward, heart stuttering at the sight of the said woman walking next to Nancy and robin with a determined expression.

“ Fuck — anytime I try to talk to her I keep embarrassing myself ! “ he whisper-yelled, looking back at Steve who only looked at him with a quirked brow. “ And I can’t help it — she’s just so fucking awesome and sweet and just so kind I — I wanna tell her I like her — basically love her — but — what if she doesn’t like me back ? “ Eddie groaned, moving his hands up to rub his face, trying to avoid rubbing his rings on his eyes.

“ I don’t even know why I’m talking about this to you when you don’t even have a solid relationship yet, no offense, “ he slumped while Steve looked at him with a gaped, offended expression as he laid a hand on his exposed hairy chest, “ a lot of offense taken ! “

Steve decided to push that aside and try to give some good advice in romance to the other boy. “ Look, Munson — what you have to do is just talk to her. You did that earlier and it went well ! Well — kind of ? It wasn’t bad — just a little awkward ? Besides ! She looks like she likes you too ! Trust me. “

Eddie looked at Steve with furrowed eyes. Looking back at [Y|N] before faltering in his intense staring when the said beautiful woman turned to glance at him and — and freaking waved at him too with that cute smile of hers — he gave out a shaky sigh this time.

Steve rolled his eyes at how helplessly in love Eddie looked, did he look at Nancy like that too ? Steve shook his head before patting at the metal lover slumped back, “ besides, how would you know she doesn’t like you if you never say anything ? Come on, we only have one life to live. “

Nodding before straightening up his back.

“ Yeah — You’re right. We only have one life. Gotta love it as hardcore metal as possible. Just like Death is. “

Steve looked confused and slightly concerned as he tilted his head towards Eddie as he didn’t even get the reference at all , “ What ? “

And here it is, our final night alive.

As the earth burns to the ground.

It wasn’t long before things got more complicated for everyone. Yet so intimate for the oblivious - and seeming - star crossed lovers.

Oh, boy, it’s you that I lie with.

As the atom bomb locks in.

Oh, boy, it’s you I watch tv with.

As the world, as the world caves in.

[icequeenbae]

Call Me, Baby (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Established relationship, PWP, filth, smut

Warnings: phone sex is all it is lmao, use of sex toys, dirty talk, creampie (don’t ask), general naughtiness a heated discussion of pubic hair, name-calling, Baek gives his gf a custom-made dick what else is new, lots of texting for some reason, a lil cameo from Nini and Kyungsoo^^

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: Baekhyun knows how much you miss him while he’s touring, so why not gift you with a real-life vibrating replica of his dick? New toys are always exciting to try out. Makes for fun video calls. Right?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s note: Hi guysss! I planned for this to come out earlier but life got in the way 🤷‍♀️ You’re still here and craving some dirty, right? Hehe well, if so, I gotcha! Long-distance is on my mind a lot, so all kinds of scenarios are getting conjured up around it (don’t worry, this one won’t be sad haha). @baekshoney​ who helps me out with my hectic writing knows how much stuff is buried in my head and Word/ Google docs, so we’ll definitely stay in touch, guys!! 😂  Anyways, don’t let me hold you back with my rambling. Please enjoy ❣

Network tag: @supermwritersnet​

Your phone buzzed in your hands with an incoming text message, and you shifted excitedly on the bed before tapping to read it.

‘They’re gonna head out for drinks now’

‘I said I wanted to go lie down’

‘Not a complete lie ㅋㅋㅋㅋ’

You chuckled at Baekhyun’s shamelessness as he continued typing up at light speed.

‘I’m so excited for this Y/N’

‘I’ve been thinking about it all week’

He wasn’t the only one. You were pretty anxious to get to your ‘online date’ yourself. It wasn’t the first time, but you’d never done it like this. But he’d had promotions with two of his groups almost back-to-back, so this time both of you were getting quite attention-starved. And horny.

‘Are you typing on the go?’  You shot back between his very quick messages.

‘Yeah, I’m almost leaping ㅋㅋ’

‘I need to get everything ready’

‘Please don’t put me on speaker while you shower…’  You teased, and he was prompt to disagree.

‘Why’s that? >< Since when don’t you like joining me in the shower, Y/N-ah? We gon have a talk’

‘Since I hate being drowned in it! Lol’

That was actually a true story. He did drop his phone during such a call once.

‘Who cares, phones are waterproof these days’

‘Don’t try and tell me you didn’t like the view that you got’

Your giggle turned into a coughing fit. Oh, that was quite the view. You doubted anyone else saw what you saw that day. Although, you could never be sure with Baekhyun… He was indeed shameless. You wouldn’t put it past him.

‘I’m sure you’re all nice and red by now but I got great news… I already showered after the show ^^’

Thank God. That meant less waiting for you. It was certainly a relief since you’d been playing with Baekhyun’s naughty gift for the last half an hour or so. The thing was… quite uncanny. Literally unique. One of a kind. Custom-made just for you.

‘I’m already in my room btw, you can wait a few mins or call me now, baby’

‘Ha, wait a few more minutes? No, thank you,’ you thought, placing a video call.

‘I knew you’d have zero patience,’ was what he greeted you with.

‘Why did you even ask?’ You rolled your eyes.

He laughed, leaving his phone with its camera facing the ceiling. But not before you caught sight of his shirtless frame. What a walking snack he was, with those dark nipples staring right back at you. Oh, you couldn’t wait to indulge.

‘I didn’t want you complaining that you couldn’t see me,’ he replied, rustling outside your view.

Damn right, you wanted to complain.

‘What are you looking for anyway?’ You sat up on the bed, grabbing another pillow to lean back comfortably.

‘What do you think? Lube,’ he responded in the most casual voice, and you cackled.

Baekhyun and his lube. The man liked it to go smoothly.

‘What do you need it for? I don’t recall gifting you a real-size silicone replica of my pussy.’

The rustling paused, and your boyfriend suddenly picked up the phone, showing his interested face in the frame.

‘That’s not a bad idea at all, you know?’ He said, smoldering.

‘Hey, I don’t think I’m ready to go through the 3D modeling just yet.’

Of course, Baekhyun told you all about the manufacturing process. He only did it because one of his best friends came up with the technology, and everything was one hundred percent discreet. Otherwise, there was no chance he’d wax every inch of his crotch and take high-definition pictures of his dick while fully erect. Wouldn’t you like to get your hands on those shots…

Anyway, from what you could tell now that you were holding the artificial phallus, the tech was pretty damn good. Said friend was about to become rich as heck. Especially if that thing was really capable of the stuff you read in the manual. Baekhyun had no idea about some of the features included.

‘Ugh, don’t even remind me. Waxing my balls was the worst decision I’ve ever made. But I wanted it to be perfect… I did it for you!’ He exclaimed dramatically, and you waved him off.

‘Don’t tell a girl that waxing once makes you a hero. I am very familiar with the concept of pain.’

‘Hey, I never asked you to do it,’ he shrugged, leaning away from the camera to, judging by the sound, roam through more of his things. ‘I quite like it when you leave your pussy ragged.’

‘I hate your phrasing,’ you scrunched your nose up, itching to get back at him by pinching hard; preferably on the nipple. ‘And you’re in for a nice surprise.’

‘Found it!’ He announced victoriously, getting on the bed to finally settle down. ‘Wait, what did you just say?’

‘Huh?’ You batted your eyelashes innocently.

‘Y/N…’ He singsonged. ‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’

‘Maybe?’ You looked away, and he gasped.

‘Show me!’

Funny how the premise of you embracing pubic hair would be so exciting for your boyfriend.

‘All in due time. Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.’

‘I can show you mine like- right now,’ he shrugged, tugging his pants off quickly.

‘Hey, hey, chill. Not what we agreed on!’ You reminded, and he gave you a determined look. ‘Oppa, you promised.’

‘Ah, don’t ‘oppa’ me!’ He ran his hand through his hair impatiently. ‘Okay, but you have to promise to keep it at least till I return.’

‘Oh, I might keep it for good. Less trouble for me.’

‘Right, minus the grooming issue,’ he nodded, eagerly supporting your argument.

‘Hey, that doesn’t mean no grooming at all. I’m not suddenly going completely au naturelle.’

That was true. You wanted to keep everything neat and shapely, so the ‘issue’ wasn’t off the table, just significantly less problematic for you. And, apparently, beneficial in more ways than one.

‘I’m putting you on hold to browse through flight tickets, please stand by,’ Baekhyun announced, making you snort.

‘Ugh. You’re still running your mouth, and I’m not getting any closer to coming. I think me and Mr Hyun over here would do great without you…’

‘Yah, what the hell. You’re giving me up just because I cannot physically fuck you at the moment?’

‘It also vibrates. Do you?’

He gave you a challenging look.

‘I can if you want me to.’

It seemed like your words had hit his male pride a little, so he instantly snapped into a very different mindset. Just the way you wanted him.

‘Can ‘Mr Hyun’ suck your sexy little nipples?’

Your insides shrunk at this challenge, and then your heart rate skyrocketed.

‘I don’t know- can he?’ You swallowed, before slowly pulling your top up, letting Baekhyun catch a glimpse of your naked breast.

Holding the controversial item of the night close to your face now, you stuck out your tongue and swirled it over the tip to coat it with saliva.

It didn’t… taste like anything in particular, maybe slightly rubbery. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but you wished that it had Baekhyun’s flavor. You missed having it on your tongue. In fact, you didn’t give it any more thought before you angled the object to give the entire length a lick. It was nice. Soft yet firm, just the right size, an exact copy of your boyfriend’s dick. Playing with the silky tip for a few more moments, you got carried away and sucked more of it in, moaning as you felt pressure in your throat.

‘Fucking whore,’ Baekhyun cursed, and you coughed while sliding the vibrator out of your mouth. ‘We were talking about your nipples, slut.’

He always became crude when he was aroused like this. It had been quite some time since you had sex, real, non-virtual sex, and you realized how quick and rough this encounter would’ve been if offline. You were both determined to make this one just as spicy though.

‘What about them?’ You talked back, now swirling the wet tip of the toy around the areola. ‘Feels pretty good.’

He watched hungrily as you teased yourself, and palmed himself through his boxers.

‘Lose the top,’ he demanded, not getting enough of the view.

You granted him this wish, albeit taking your sweet time.

Lying back, you gave him a closeup of your glistening nipple for a second and then angled it up so that he could see your face.

‘Looking rough,’ you teased, enjoying the mess you’d managed to make of your beloved in mere minutes.

Judging by the delicious flex in his pec and bicep, he was stroking his already hardened flesh.

‘Bite your tongue,’ he quipped, and you chuckled at his moodiness. ‘Let’s see how ready you are. Use your fingers. And fucking show me.’

The excessive swears meant he was getting impatient from your provocative behavior, so you moved it along and got rid of your panties. You switched to the main camera before reaching down to touch yourself.

Baekhyun’s hand froze. He ran his tongue over his lips not once but twice, mouthing a curse and lifting up a bit to see more of your nakedness.

You slid your fingers down, gently rubbing your entrance, and then dragged them up to spread the juices over your lips absentmindedly. What you actually paid attention to was the screen. How Baekhyun swallowed, almost forgetting to blink as he watched you touch yourself. The red blotches on his skin that meant he was heating up alright. As well as the dark glint of his eyes that you missed so much.

Turning your pelvis up slightly, you lowered the phone so that the camera caught the lewdness of your ministrations. Your boyfriend groaned, gaze wandering over the tiny curls under your palm.

‘I wish I could stuff my face between your legs right now,’ he muttered, eyeing the slow circles your finger drew around your clit. ‘As soon as I’m home… I’m diving headfirst in there.’

You chuckled softly at his eagerness.

‘Oh-’ He touched the corner of his mouth with his thumb. ‘I’m drooling already, the hell…’

Humming, you switched the camera to your face.

‘I think it’s your turn now, baby.’

He narrowed his eyes but shifted the camera focus to his crotch. The outline of his hard-on was painfully obvious, and you swallowed in anticipation. Baekhyun, giving zero fucks about the cinematography, tugged his boxers halfway down before enveloping his dick with a low grunt. You loved hearing him. In fact, you were sure you just became significantly more aroused just from the sound of him enjoying himself.

‘Play with the tip,’ you whispered, voice faltering.

‘I can see you swirling your tongue in your mouth, little slut,’ Baekhyun noted, busting you. ‘Can’t live without feeling me in your throat, can you?’

‘M-yes,’ you agreed easily. ‘When you hold me by the hair and get deep…’

‘Like an actual whore. What else do you love?’

‘I love to choke on you. And to tease your tip while pumping you quickly.’

‘Mm, like this?’ Baekhyun’s thumb glided over the head of his dick before his hand ran down and back up, squeezing gently.

‘Faster,’ you corrected, and his jerking became more rapid.

Your eyes began to water from staring, and you blinked, at last, tearing them from the bulging veins on his hand. It was your cue to use your new toy.

‘I’m getting Mr Hyun now,’ you announced, shifting on the bed to reach for it. ‘Lube yourself up.’

Baekhyun shuffled, probably looking for the tube, and cleared his throat.

‘Give me a nice angle,’ he demanded, spreading the transparent substance over his dick.

You rearranged the pillows on the bed so that one of them was right in front of you, holding the camera in the right position. That way he got a direct view of your pussy getting fucked.

Damn, this was hot.

Finally lying back, you ran the tip of the vibrator between your folds. Your arousal was clinging to it, coating it and creating a pleasant slippery sensation between your skin and the material of the toy.

‘Shit, it looks even better from here…’ Baekhyun groaned, tightening his fist. ‘Slip it inside.’

You did as you were told, only allowing a few centimeters in before slowly pulling it out. Your boyfriend’s lustful eyes were glued to your gaping hole the entire time.

Although you couldn’t see him jerking off, you could hear the wet sounds it produced. He lubed up well. The quiet squelching made you moan, closing your eyes in bliss.

‘Ah- so pretty,’ Baekhyun murmured, and you slipped the toy inside again, immediately hitting your sweet spot.

You squeaked, startled by the quick spark of pleasure, and your lover sighed a weak laugh through his arousal.

‘Get it all the way in. I wanna be balls deep in that pussy.’

You whined in pleasure as you slid the entire length inside your dripping hole.

‘Oh god… It’s almost as good as you.’

‘That was the deal,’ Baekhyun gritted. ‘Shit, I can see from here you’re wet as fuck.’

‘Yeah,’ you pressed a tiny button, and the vibration against your walls made you mewl.

‘I want to see you come right now.’

You turned the vibration up and arched your back from the jolt of pleasure.

‘Fuck, don’t slow down,’ Baekhyun picked up the phone and leaned back again, catching his sweaty chest and tense arm in the frame.

He was going pretty hard himself, from what you could tell, but you didn’t have it in you to even ask if he was close. Your hand shoved the vibrator inside you abruptly, hitting the best spots, and you couldn’t contain your moans.

Baekhyun was going crazy too, watching you writhe and sob. Your phone had slid down the pillow, so most of his screen now was your just hole split open by his (although artificial) dick. He was already shaking from the intense pre-orgasmic excitement when you suddenly yelped, jerking your pelvis forward. You were coming, calling out his name so loudly he was sure the entire neighborhood could hear you.

But so was he.

Blacking out for a few seconds, he groaned at full volume, jerking himself off to completion. When his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was his abdomen, littered with his own cum. Blindly finding the phone he dropped in the act, he took to the screen, and…

‘What the fuck?’

You giggled at his abrupt swear.

‘Surprise!’

‘How does it produce cum?’ He asked, enchanted by the sight of the creamy liquid escaping your pussy.

‘You put it into a small reservoir in advance. It’s warm, too,’ you giggled at his gasp and reached for the phone. ‘Better than I expected but has nothing on the real deal.’

Your boyfriend chuckled, cheeks rounding so sweetly no one would even believe it was him just minutes ago, calling you a whore and watching close-ups of you fucking yourself like it was the most captivating view.

‘Are you sure no one could hear you?’

‘Nah. This entire wing is ours, and everyone is out getting shitfaced, so…’

‘That’s good. I didn’t expect it to get so loud,’ you admitted sheepishly.

‘What do you mean? You’re always loud,’ he snickered. ‘I love that about you.’

‘Me? I think you underestimate your volume.’

‘Hey, don’t make me come over there,’ he shook his index finger in front of the camera and you laughed.

‘I’d like to see you try.’

He put his phone on the pillow, mimicking you, and you were now both lying on your sides, facing each other.

‘I miss this the most,’ he suddenly acknowledged.

‘What, you wanna go again?’

‘No, not the sex,’ he chuckled. ‘Although, I do miss it. A lot. But I miss this even more. The moments after, when we’re cooling off. Talking, touching… I think I miss it the most, the simplest physical contact.’

You smiled fondly at him. There was nothing you wanted more than to plant chaste kisses all over his face now. Well. On second thought, they didn’t have to be chaste.

‘I know. It’s because we talk a lot when you’re away but touching through the screen isn’t possible. Yet.’

He nodded, sighing.

‘Maybe someday in the near future…’

‘Sure. They can make an ejaculating copy of your dick these days, the tech is getting there.’

You both laughed, and Baekhyun stretched on the bed, yawning.

‘It’s late at yours. Go clean up and rest, honey.’

‘I’m not sleepy,’ he protested as usual.

What a child. As if he could fool you.

‘Yes, you are. Didn’t you tell me yesterday your schedule is packed for the next few days?’

‘Yeah, but-’

‘No buts. I’m not going anywhere, baby. You can spam me tomorrow morning.’

‘Yah, I don’t spam you!’

At this, you snorted.

‘Sending me ten identical selfies to showcase how swollen your face got after sleep is considered spamming. But I welcome it. I love your puffy face.’

‘Will send you zero pictures tomorrow,’ he pouted, putting the camera right to his face at an unfavorable angle.

‘What are you willing to bet on it?’

‘Ah, you’re right. I’ll send you something naughty to make you suffer.’

‘You’re forgetting I have Mr Hyun now…’

He scowled at your statement.

‘I’ll have to challenge him to a duel!’

‘No reason to risk it. I can take two…’

He smirked, and you realized where his mind went with it. But it was much too late to do anything about it.

‘I’ll… keep that in mind. Goodnight, babe!’ He laughed obnoxiously, ending the call before you could say anything in protest.

You scoffed at the screen, typing a semi-angry ‘I hate you xxx’ before putting the phone away and forcing yourself up to change the sheets and tidy up.

***

As you finished the cleanup, your phone chimed again.

‘Why aren’t you sleeping…’ You grumbled, opening the message.

‘I just had an intervention… ><’

Below were screenshots from his chat with Jongin:

‘Kyungsoo-hyung is so mad at you rn. What the hell, hyung? ><’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What you skipped the drinks for… We heard you!!’

‘And? You’re pissed that I chose sex over destroying my liver?’

‘Or jealous..?ㅋㅋ ’

‘Not funny, hyung. How could you do that?! ><><><’

‘You’ll know when you’re older’

‘Hyung says he’s gonna tell her ><’

‘Who?’

‘Kyungsoo-hyung’

‘I mean her-who?’

‘Y/N!!! Your girlfriend??’

‘Wait… what’s he gonna tell her??’

‘That you’re a cheating bastard.’

‘That was Kyungsoo-hyung btw’

‘Excuse me???’

‘WE HEARD YOU’

‘Oh’

‘Well’

‘You can tell her’

‘In fact….she already knows ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ’

‘WHAT’

‘Yah, I can’t believe you thought I was cheating’

‘And! Planned to tell on me! Friends my ass…’

‘Not that I’d ever do anything like that, no one can be as good as my girl. Even when I can only get her on the phone’

‘You two are sick.’

‘That was Kyungsoo-hyung’

‘Wait, but how does she know? He’s not explaining it to me’

‘Like I said… You’ll know when you’re older, Jonginie’

You laughed so hard going through this exchange that you had to wipe the tears by the end of it. Closing the screenshots, you returned to the chat and typed up the response quickly.

‘Tell the boys I love them. Especially Jonginie, he’s so pure’

‘And I sure hope they’d rat you out if you so much as look the other way ><’

Baekhyun’s response came immediately.

‘HEY’

‘*pout*’

‘Love you’

You softened, typing a soggy ‘Love you more’.

‘More than Mr Hyun??’

His question made you scoff and settle on teasing him further with a short: ‘Mm…’

‘Y/N!?’

You snickered, responding quickly.

‘Okay, alright. I love you a liiiitle more than Mr Hyun’

‘But he vibrates’

He took a few seconds before forwarding you a message you sent him earlier.

‘>>I hate you xxx’

Then quickly backtracked: ‘…but I don’t. please love me too ㅠㅠ’

You couldn’t help but feel your heart warm up at his clinginess.

‘Go to bed already!’

‘P.S. Baekhyunie > Mr Hyun’

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control - daniel seavey imagine

a/n: i hope you enjoy this one, this is probably the longest one i’ve ever done but i still hope you like it. oh also if anyone wants to be tagged in a post just let me know:)

warning: this imagine does describe/mention anxiety. I know that anxiety can look different for everyone but what happens in this imagine is kinda how I have experienced it. It’s nothing too crazy but be mindful and read at your discretion:)

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

 4:58am

Daniel awoke suddenly, his bright blue eyes snapping open. He felt the uncomfy tightness in his chest, rising and falling with every rapid breath he took, and his eyes darted around the dark room, paranoid that the terrorising monsters of anxiety had escaped from his dream world into reality. The silence of his bedroom and distant chirping of crickets outside said otherwise. Daniel swiftly shifted his gaze to his nightstand, the alarm clock read 5:00, signalling another rough night of sleep for him the third time that week.

 Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

 He sighed tiredly before relaxing back into his bed, trying his best to smother his shallow breaths into his sheets. Daniel was wide awake, and mere seconds later, he slowly lifted his blankets to the side, draping his legs on the edge of the bed and got up cautiously. He walked slowly to the bathroom with quivering hands and approached the mirror in his en suite, grimacing at the sight before him. 

 Messy hair, damp forehead, ruffled clothing. 

 Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

 Daniel reached for the collar of his sweaty t-shirt before pulling it off, distaste etched in the features of his tired face. He tossed it in the basket, huffing lightly as he leaned onto the vanity. He stared blankly into the mirror and let his mind wander from thoughts about work to music to Y/n. Y/n, he thought again, furrowing his brows as he contemplated calling her. His phone sat plugged into the charger near his nightstand, easily reachable. Daniel knew that Y/n wouldn’t mind listening to his unwavering rambles about his nightmares like she typically did, but he still didn’t move from his place behind the mirror. Before anything else could stumble into his mind, Daniel quickly turned the tap on, the cold water flowed easily from the faucet and he rinsed his face quickly, washing the remnants of his horrors away. 

 9:23am

 Incoming call from Y/n/n

Daniel almost grinned eye to eye as he read Y/n’s name on his phone screen and he quickly accepted the facetime, instantly seeing her sunshiny face light up his screen.  

“Heyyy!” Y/n said tenderly from her comfy spot on her bed. Daniel’s expression softened as he heard her loving voice through the phone. 

 “Good morning, honey.” Daniel said sweetly as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen island and sat down. 

“How did you sleep?” Y/n yawned.

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Daniel paused for a moment, pondering what he should say next, “I slept well.” Daniel grinned before continuing “Did you just wake up, honey?” He chuckled gently. 

“Yeah...” Y/n smiled as she rubbed her eyes. She perked up quickly “Are we still coming over to my place later?” Y/n asked sweetly, gazing expectantly at Daniel.

 Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control 

 “Yeah...of-f course” Daniel said as steadily as he could as he felt the anxiety boil up in his chest again. “Uh, I gotta go, I have a long day-” Daniel said with a tight smile, “I’ll talk to you later, I love you so much Y/n.” She smiled widely before replying. 

“Okay, I love you, Dani.” Daniel tuned into the warmth of her voice before fading out with a quiet goodbye and hanging up. He set his phone down tiredly and got up from his seat to make some breakfast. He worked quietly but quickly, avoiding the reeling thoughts in his head. 

Daniel couldn’t get his mind to stop, to just relish in the gift of presence like his girlfriend did. He admired her a lot in that way, in her ability to disregard any negative thoughts and go on with her day with the same soft, happy mood, gentle and steady.  In truth, Daniel couldn’t shake the gut wrenching, shameful sense of feeling like a burden. Y/n was the person he felt safest with, but recently, he found himself intentionally suppressing his uneasy thoughts, which only left him with guilt and a distressing pit in his stomach. 

 3:42pm

The band had been doing interviews since 11am that morning and Daniel felt particularly exhausted from his rough and frankly non-existent sleep the night before. “Okay, listen up. You guys have two more fan meet and greets, okay?” Randy reminded the group while they sat on Daniel’s living room sofa. 

 Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

 The boys all agreed casually, replying with an asynchronous chorus of “okay”, but Daniel’s face only grew in panic and he shifted nervously from his spot a few paces away from everyone else. It was safe to say Daniel’s anxiety was majorly challenging him today, throwing him into a prison of worry and holding him hostage. He stared deeply into the blank monitor in front of them, his own loneliness reflected at him. The vibration of his iPhone notification piqued his attention and he read the simple message from Y/n with a grin “I miss you”. His eyes remained downcast and he dropped his phone in his back pocket again.

 'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

 It felt like just minutes- no, seconds after they had finished their lunch break but the team were already preparing for the next zoom meet and greet. Daniel sighed deeply and approached the rest of the band before sitting down on the sofa beside Corbyn. 

“Okay guys, you ready?” Randy asked, barely waiting for an answer before entering the zoom call. Daniel’s breath hitched in his dry throat, and he felt his body tensing and his heart pounding. He wasn’t ready. Daniel tried to cling onto any steady breath, but there wasn’t one. He felt himself spiralling into even more anxiety and his body abruptly dropped to the carpeted floor. 

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

 “Dani?” Corbyn asked quickly, kneeling down beside Daniel. His sudden tone of concern sparked almost everyone’s attention. Daniel merely clasped his hands over his head, failing to slow down his heavy breathing. 

“Daniel? Hey? Daniel-” The guys stumbled out with jittery voices.  Daniel heard their concerned words on repeat but couldn’t get himself to respond. His poisonous anxiety flowed through his blood and soon he found himself heaving through heavy lungs. The boys all scrambled to get Daniel water or a cool towel or anything as Daniel sat sorrowfully on the floor with his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his body. The group’s concern for their best friend’s wellbeing only made Daniel feel even worse and all he wanted in that moment was to leave. The overlap of panicked voices.

 The abundance of eyes he knew were on him and the distant echoes of the fans’ voices through the screen all sent Daniel into suffocating overwhelm. In one swift motion, he lifted himself off the floor with all the might he could muster and ran to the bathroom. 

The boys stood there stunned and Randy rushed to get his phone “Who should we call? Y/n?” Randy asked swiftly. 

“Y-yeah, I’ll call her” Jack said quickly, grabbing his phone from his pocket and he dialled her number. 

 4:11pm 

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

 Y/n leaned her head on the bathroom door and she tried to call Daniel’s name as calmly as she could without letting her own nervous tears fall. “Dani” she said quietly, pushing her ear against the door as if to hear what he was doing. The sound of Daniel’s muffled sobs could be heard from the other side of the door. Her heart broke at that very moment, and she instantly felt sorrowful tears fall silently down her cheeks before she tried again.  “Daniel, please, can you just open the door” Y/n said quietly, but Daniel heard and to Y/n’s surprise, he opened the door cautiously. 

 I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

 Daniel’s red teary eyes and quivering body were immediately noticed by Y/n, and she looked at him with concern carved in every part of her face. Daniel’s frustration and anxiety balled inside him, ravaging his mind with painful thoughts and emotions, finally erupting in front of Y/n. She shuffled over quickly to wrap her arms around him as he cried heavily into her shoulder, panting from pure exhaustion. Y/n gulped down her tears as she held Daniel tightly, whispering quiet reassurances as he let all his emotions out. Daniel clinged onto the material of his sweater she wore, and he let himself be calmed by Y/n’s presence. The sheer touch of her skin made Daniel’s sobs soften with each deep breath he took. Y/n looked down at him sweetly in her arms, “I love you, Dani” she said kindly, with the most genuine affection. 

Daniel took a trembling breath before replying tiredly but easily “I love you too.”

(i swear i always end it the same smh, i wrote this so late)

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 10- These Are Strange Times

Summary: Could something positive be truly on the horizon? With the random intrusion of though-to-be-dead Scott Lang at the Avengers Facility, your hope for seeing Bucky again may have yet to be a possibility.

Warning: yeah nothing enjoy the ride

Masterlist

-Five years since the Blip-

Throwing on a dark sleeveless top, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to sneeze which evidently causes your little furry companion to startle at the unexpected noise. The furry tigress lets out a meow of protest that pulls forth a humored snicker from you, while the little beast sends you an annoyed look.

Recovering her bearings in a flash, she walks across the short wooden dresser like a model strutting on the runway, her thick mane of mahogany and dark chocolate fur glossy and adequately brushed to perfection, just how your spoiled Main Coon, Silver, likes it.

She purrs happily as she begins playing with Bucky’s dog tags that lay across the small dresser top.

“What are you do..? Oh give me that you little shit.” Silver ignores you until she’s rudely lifted and placed firmly on the carpeted floor before you snatch up the valuable memorabilia. Placing it around your neck where it belongs then glancing down to give her a casual shrug, “Don’t give me that look Silv, I bought you a cool bird feathered cat toy like three days ago. What happened to that?” Silver meows, running her head against your worn out old boots as you smile, “Guess it’s as good as dead huh, you little beast. Now you staying or coming with me to find Nat?” Nothing but purrs of affection.

You lean down to gently rub her head before standing up fully and heading for the door, Silver hot on your heels. Soon you’re both traveling down the hallway until you finally reach the large study. Natasha’s on a conference call with Carol, Rodney, Okoye, and the last two guardians of the galaxy, Rocket and Nebula. And by the looks of it, nothing new has been reported. How disappointing.

Soon they all log off, leaving Natasha alone with Rodney who stays to give Nat a little insight into Barton’s violent whereabouts from the last couple years since he’s been rouge. Apparently he took out a whole cartel in Mexico, so he’s been busy. Definitely not keeping up with those group therapy sessions Steve makes you go to to help cope with the loss. Not that you’ve actually been that consistent with them if we’re being real here.

Quickly enough, Rodney logs out, leaving a tearfully conflicted Natasha as she slouches in her comfy swivel chair. Head in her hands as she holds back the waterfall that threatens to spill within her. You take a step forward, leaning casually against a steel rimmed display area for random nick-nacks. “I’d join you in the fun, but I’m limiting my crying sessions between 1 and 2 in the morning on Tuesdays. So, uh....I brought Silver.” You smile, pointing a finger down to your loyal companion, “Well I guess she brought herself but you know.”

Natasha breaks out into a reluctant grin, genuinely happy to have a bit of positive company within her gloom, “And you didn’t even want her to begin with.” Laughs the red head, “Now I never see one without the other.”

You nod with an almost shy smile, “Yeah, she’s alright.” 

You hear soft movement making its way through the hallway behind you just as Silver meows when Steve casually saunters into the room, coming to stand next to your side as the furry beast paws at his shoes, “What are you here for? Doing some laundry?” You tease at the tall blonde.

Steve smiles at your little jab since he’s not usually always present, doing Captain America stuff and whatnot, “Just here to see some friends.”

Natasha chuckles through glossy eyes, “Well clearly your friends are doing just fine.” Steve knowingly nods paired with a small smile, both you and Natasha look relatively well kept and functional as usual. It’s just, there’s a palpable pain and hidden darkness that always appears to simmer lowly on the surface. Just enough for a skilled eye like Steve’s to notice.

“Exactly.” You add, wandering over to sit cross legged on Natasha’s desk as Steve moves to lean against the display, “But if you’re here to tell us to look on the bright side...”

“I’m gonna hit you in the head with this peanut butter sandwich.” Finishes Natasha with a pursued lipped grin as the 90 year old nods. “Um, right. Force of habit.” Admits Steve, pushing himself off the surface to find a seat next to you and directly across from Natasha. 

The three of you keep to a mutual silence for a long moment until he finally speaks, “You know,” Starts Steve thoughtfully, “I keep telling everybody they should move on...and grow. Some do.” He pauses for a moment as you frown, Natasha looking elsewhere as Steve finally continues, “But not us.”

She shakes her head, “If we move on, who does this?”

“Maybe it doesn’t need to be done.” Suggests Steve, he means well of course, but maybe he’s right after all, its been five fucking years with absolutely nothing to make for it. Nothing of any significant progress or even a possible way to fix what's happened. 

Natasha blinks through bleary eyes of saddened green while you pet Silver’s furry mane, refusing to give in to that notion, “No.” You whisper softly, causing them to look at you, “We can’t, it wouldn’t be right...at least,” You let out a gentle sigh, “at least not for me....before all of this, before I met all of you. I had nothing.” You admit thoughtfully, “Not a soul in the world who gave a damn whether I lived or died. Then I found Bucky, then I found this. This.....family. And because of it, I’m better off now then I was ten years ago.”

They keep a respectful silence as your breaths become shaky, teary eyes now trained onto Silver’s little ears, “And I know they’re gone now, believe me I fucking know it, but I’m still trying to be better.” Natasha nods in deep understanding, a couple stray tears falling down her cheeks as Steve crosses his arms.

“I think we all need to get a life.” He muses, his tone light as he tries to pull you two back from the edge of grief. You give him a friendly nudge at his annoying brotherliness, “You first.” He chuckles as you throw him a playful glare while Natasha checks an incoming call.

“Oh, hi! Hello! Is anyone home?” Speaks a man frantically from one of the security cameras, an orange van behind him, “This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport.....in Germany?” Now you’ve got his attention.

“What the fuck?” You mutter in bewilderment at the blue tinged image of Scott as Steve and Nat share a confused glance, the three of you quickly rising to your feet while Scott keeps talking about who he is, how he got here, and what he’s learned about the world so far.

“Is this an old message?” Wonders Steve as he studies the image of Scott who’s still waving his hands up at the security camera.

“It’s the front gate.” Replies Natasha with a hopeful smile.

——

All you came here to do was shoot the shit with Natasha and maybe make some actual dinner, but here you are, laying across the study’s plush couch as Scott rambles on and on about the quantum realm. Whatever that happens to actually be, you’ve never heard of anything like that before, but then again you didn’t know aliens existed at one point. So perhaps anything's possible.

Silver brushes her fluffy head across your fingers as they dangle over the couches edge while Scott keeps at his long-winded tellings of how he got there, what it was like, that he’s been technically gone for only five hours, and now he thinks there’s a way to enter this new plane of existence and travel to a fresh alternate reality. Like through a time machine type deal, or whatever he’s on about.

Apparently he means one before Thanos. But it honestly sounds like a load of horseshit and gibberish coming from a desperate man refusing to acknowledge that this is the new shit reality. There’s no fucking way that’s even goddamn possible, right? No way. 

Maybe?

Drifting back out of your doubtful thoughts, you swiftly move yourself into a seated position as Scott begins to self doubt. Head lowering as he mumbles about how crazy that it. You start chuckling as he throws you an almost embarrassed look. “Scott.” You speak to gather his attention, “Nat gets emails from a raccoon. Your idea is admittedly a bit nuts, but nothings that crazy anymore considering all the wild shit I’ve witnessed in the past six years. So I don’t know, maybe there’s a way.”

Scott flashes a hopeful smile as his brows furrow in thought, uncertainty seeping right back into him, “So, uh...who do we talk to about this?”

——

“Stark! Miss us?” You shout at Tony as he holds Morgan in his left arm, an Ironman helmet grasped firmly in the right. He gives the four of you a less then enthusiastic nod of acknowledgment before wordlessly turning around and taking a step up onto the wooden porch.

You give Steve a shrug, “He misses us I can tell.”

Soon Tony let’s Morgan go off to play with you as you opt in to be the babysitter slash distraction from the grownups who are currently discussing if time travel and gathering the stones for ourselves is even a possibility, or even a palpable option that can be done. You skillfully listen to everything they’re saying as the little Stark shows off her array of multiple plant-life assortments picked from the local greenery.

“So I got this cone from that tree over there and then I put a frog in a glass but dad said I had to let him go so I did.” Babbles on the five year old as you entertain her constant musings.

You raise a brow, knowing her shenanigans all too well, “Is he in the garden?”

She mischievously smirks, sneakily peaking over at Tony who’s seated up on the porch, before giving you a nod, “Yeah. I made him a little house from some flat rocks I found too. I named him Froggo.”

You chuckle, “Oh really, Froggo? I like it, has a nice ring to it.” She nods in delight before walking into her tiny tent to retrieve something new as you catch either Scott or Steve saying something about a time heist, what the hell are they going on about now?

“Y/N! Look at this!” Calls Morgan excitedly while bursting out of the tent to run on short legs over to you who’s seated comfortably in the grass, “I got a cool rock from the lake but I didn’t get to show you last time cause you left early.”

Raising your brows in surprise, though you don’t exactly feel as thrilled as she is, you make sure she knows you care, “Woah! A cool rock from the lake, why Morgan I gotta see this.”

“Look.” She hands you a dull grey rock with a tiny fossil shell indentation on it, “It’s from the dinosaurs.”

Examining the small round object, you nod, “Next thing you know I’ll come back to a whole dinosaur excavation site. Impressive Professor Grant, I’m thoroughly amazed.”

She giggles in excitement, “Y/N I know what that means now.” You give her an inquiring look as she smiles proudly, “That’s from Jurassic Park.”

“And your dad let you watch that, with the big Trex eating the goat and everything?” You tease before handing her the prized object, “Next thing I know you’re going to have a whole dinosaur skeleton in your house.”

“Yeah that would be cool. Thanks ninja turtle.” Cackles Morgan as she hugs her rock, smiling brightly as you throw her a puzzled look before joining in on the laughter. “Okay, now you’ve lost me kid, I can’t say I have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She shrugs innocently, “Dad told me to call you that.” Clearly not understanding what she just called you either. A ninja turtle? The fuck is a ninja turtle?

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You muse before looking up to the four of them getting closer to a heated discussion, “Alright Morgs let’s go save your dad before he decides never to invite us back for dinner again.” You add, quickly rising to your feet as she laughs before racing past you, on a beeline for Tony.

You choose to stay out of the conversation and instead wait for Steve, Natasha, and Scott to start walking back towards the car. You lean against the metal as Steve round the corner before catching your eye as he goes down the three steps, “Are we banished from the castle? I was kinda hoping not cause I actually like Pepper’s cooking.”

Steve smiles, “No. He’s not gonna help us is all.”

“Damn that’s shitty.” You retort with a tinge of genuine disappointment, you don’t completely believe this shit is even possible. But dammit if you don’t want them to at least try for all it’s worth. “So what now? I’m guessing you bastards aren’t gonna let this go anytime soon. And cause Tony’s out for the count, we obviously need some different brain power.”

Steve nods while walking closer to the car, “We wanna do this right. So, yeah, we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

Scott turns from Steve to point a thumb in Tony’s general direction, face a mask of confused puzzlement, “Bigger then his?”

-

After a less then pleasant adventure to some cozy little diner in New Jersey where the four of you were subjected to Banner in his weird Hulkness body or whatever the hell he is now. Turns out he was most definitely on board for this time traveling experimentation. Of course he was, the weirdo takes fucking selfies with children nowadays. 

So here you five are now, in the giant glass and metal garage of the Avengers Facility getting things ready for whatever nonsense is about to take place next. The back of Scott’s orange van closed for the moment, keeping hidden some reactor core thing behind its doors. Scott in some safety quantum realm suit while Banner and Natasha stand behind a large intricate assembly of high tech equipment in preparation for the events to hopefully follow.

You keep an amused yet genuinely curious stance off to the side as Bruce gives you a thumbs up, nodding, you face Scott who’s walking over to the van. “Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one everybody! Scott get that bitch open!” You shout with a small bout of rare enthusiasm while he opens up the doors.

“Emergency generators are on standby.” Announces Steve as he walks into view from behind some large plastic containers covered in safety rope.

Banner nods, “Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t wanna lose, uh..” He points a green thumb at Scott who’s getting his helmet ready, “Tiny here in the 1950’s.”

Scott’s head snaps up in an instant, “Excuse me?” He worries.

Natasha smiles while looking down at her touch pad, “He’s kidding.” She sing songs before shaking her head up at Banner, “You can’t say things like that.”

Banner turns around to face a fearful Scott as you snort at the small bout of humor that you did happen to find rather amusing. Then again, you’re not the labs guinea pig, so instead you casually shrug while giving Scott a half persuasive grin and a thumbs up of reassurance, “Bad joke.” You add as Bruce nervously laughs, “Yeah, it was a bad joke.”

Scott nods apprehensively before turning to walk over to the reactor, appearing to believe the two of you, “You were kidding, right?” Asks Natasha as you raise a brow at Bruce in question. Albeit a smidge doubtful he actually one-hundred percent knows what he’s doing.

“I have no idea.” Whisper yells Banner, confirming your suspicions, “We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” Explains Bruce, suddenly smiling as he lifts his attention back over to Scott, “We’re good!” He shouts with a positive thumbs up of that prominently famous green.

“Oh we’re so fucked.” You mutter humorously while Natasha shares an uncertain look with you.

“Get your helmet on.” States Banner as Scott does just that, “Scott, I’m gonna send you back a week...let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?”

Scott smiles brightly, waving him off with confidence, “Perfectly not confusing.” He muses with an almost annoyingly positive expression.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Encourages Steve while Scott grins proudly. “You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Then just like that’s he’s gone, sucked into the reactor like a crumb into a vacuum cleaner.

“On a count of three..” Begins Banner, “Three, two, one.” Bruce flips some switches as the machine whirs before a second later and there’s Scott. In the body of a teen. “Uh, guys? This doesn’t feel right.” Worries teen Scott as his brows furrow in confusion, clearly not aware of how he looks. This just got interesting.

“What’s going on?” Questions Steve as Bruce urgently flicks more switches. “Who is that?” Wonders Natasha as you snort at teen Scott, snickering at how absolutely ridiculous your life is becoming and the weird shit you’re adding to the list.

“Oh my god he looks so innocent, like before the world hurt him.” You muse as Natasha’s brows raise in bewilderment, giving you a side glance as she focuses back on the person in question. “Is that, Scott?”

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Protests the sassy little 14 year old before whoosh and he’s gone once again while Banner squats down out of view to mess with some more buttons. A hot second later Scott’s back, this time looking significantly different.

“Oh, my back!” Complains the short wrinkly 80 year old man, Steve sending the back of Bruce a troubled look, “What is this?”

“Hold on a second. Could I get a little space guys.”

Steve hastily jogs around Bruce as he makes his way over to you and Nat, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?”

“I’m working on it.” Mumbles Banner with underlying urgency as he flicks more switches in hopes of getting a better result, whoosh, and Scott’s gone again before reappearing as a...

“It’s a baby.” Deadpans Steve in astonishment.

You burst with laughter, “It’s Scott! Let’s just keep him this way so we don’t have to hear him ramble about how amazing you are, Captain America.” You tease playfully as Steve throws you a what-the-fuck kinda expression. “Y/N! He’s a baby!”

“He‘ll grow.” Adds Bruce as you shrug in agreement. Crossing your arms as you study baby Scott, “Steve you can change the diapers.”

“Bring Scott back.” Urges Steve as he ignores you and Banners amusement of the situation.

“Alright fine.” Chides Bruce, “When I say kill the power, kill the power.”

Natasha rushes past you while mumbling, “Oh, my God.” As you await for Bruce’s fantastic technological skills.

“And....kill it!” Natasha turns the breaker switch downwards and a moment later Scott’s back, this time fully Scott. Whether that’s good or not is debatable.

He stands there, arms open and face twisted in confusion, “Somebody peed my pants. But I don’t know if it was baby me or old me.......Or just...me me.” Speculates Scott as you snort in amusement.

“It was probably just you.”

He sends you an unsure look that’s half offended yet he can’t exactly counter that claim considering he’s just jumped between three different age groups of himself. Bruce claps his hands together before spreading his arms out wide in excitement, “Time travel!” He shouts enthusiastically as Steve shakes his head before turning to walk elsewhere, “What?” Wonders Bruce, “I see this as an absolute win. 

——

In the following weeks after Banner’s half-successful attempt at legitimate time travel, Tony and Rocket have been toiling away tirelessly on Starks actual time machine since he’s agreed to help fix the mess that Thanos left behind. The Avengers base has honestly never been busier; with Tony, Banner, and Rocket working on the giant machine. Everyone else is going about their business helping when needed and hoping for good news.

So here you are now, in the middle of the night with all light sources retired for the evening, hanging out in the kitchen with a bowl of watermelon chunks in your hand, and greatly enjoying the recently rare peace and quiet. Though soon your silent midnight snacking is disrupted when the sounds of human feet padding on tile reaches your ears from down the hallway. Dammit.

The lights flicker on in an instant, blinding your vision for a brief moment before they adjust accordingly to find the blue eyes of Steve, he yelps in surprise, hand holding his chest as he relaxes once more when he realizes it’s just you. Then he does a double take, considering you’re seated crossed legged on the counter with a bowl of watermelon, “Uh, hey there Y/N.”

You nod, awkwardly taking a bite out of your snack, “Steve.”

He raises a curious brow, deciding to step farther into the large kitchen area, “Huh, never seen anyone eat watermelon like that before, but I respect it.” Says the blonde, nodding towards the chopsticks held in your right hand.

“Yeah. Less of a mess.” He nods before taking a Gatorade out of the fridge, “Mind if I sit?”

“Go for it.” He nods before promptly seating himself next to the marble table. “So, eating in the dark? Your inner night owl keeping you from sleeping again?”

You shrug, “I can kinda see in the dark so....yeah, a bit of a night owl.” You admit with a growing frown, not sure why you suddenly feel so down in the dumbs again, “....guess I haven’t really slept well for some time now....well, now since I think about it actually, I probably don’t get as much sleep as your average person.”

“I get that, yeah....I know what you mean.” Lightly chuckles Steve in understanding, taking a small moment of silence to let his mind think of something to sway the atmosphere away from an awkward tension. Parting his eyes away from his clasped hands, he looks up to meet your stoic gaze, “You think all this is possible? I mean they’ve made some real progress and I guess Tony really knows what he’s doing. Still after all this time I can’t help but find it amazing.”

Pursing your lips together in thought, you let a small sigh emit from your parted lips before answering, “I hope so, cause if not. Well, guess that would be as expected.” You admit with a frown, “Maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to go....a fitting punishment for my lengthy list of crimes. I guess that’s fair.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Counters Steve as he sends you a sympathetic look, “What happened to you isn’t your fault, neither is what they made you do, or everything Thanos did to the universe....”

“Yeah, guess you’re probably right....it’s just...just so difficult to move on you know? From all of it, everything swirling in my head, and even though it’s been five fucking years now. I still think of that shit, even worse, I still think of Bucky every single day, I miss him.....I just, I miss all of them.” You admit sadly, setting your snack down as Steve takes a moment to reflect on his own losses.

Suddenly his lips curl into a humored smile as he shakes his head, eyes looking down at the table before they connect with your curious ones, “God he was so different back in the 40’s....Y/N you wouldn’t believe the stuff we got up to, jeesh, the stuff he got up to.” Chuckles Steve as you raise an intrigued brow. 

“Alright Rogers care to elaborate?” You press with a growing smile at the thought of Bucky and learning more about him, “Bucky never told me a whole lot about that time. Considering he’ll probably never get the chance, I think I’d like to learn more about him and what shit you people did back then.”

“Aren’t you from the 1950′s?” Inquires Steve with a humored grin as you wave him off.

“Yeah, yeah, I was a baby back then I don’t remember what happened okay,” You explain, “I was born in 53 alright, and let’s not forget I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood.”

Steve nods, “Right. Fair point.....Okay so..” He laughs, “There was this one time and if you knew me back in the day, of course I was getting in an unsolicited scuffle with some boys who thought it was funny to argue with the paperboy.”

Raising a brow, you begin to smile as his eyes light up, “An unsolicited scuffle?” You muse, “Or is this when skinny Steve got his ass kicked by a couple of mangy dogs?”

“Dogs. Yeah that’s probably more fitting, well you know, of course I had to step in and do something.”

“As expected.” You quickly add as he continues.

“Which I did. And let me tell you they were not a fan. Those assholes ran me for two blocks till I got cornered in some market when who would you know it.....Bucky was there, taking some cute strawberry blonde out for a date while he got groceries for his mom.” Chuckles Steve, blue eyes shimmering with the humorous memories coming back to him about his old friend.

You heart subconsciously swells with the thought of Bucky, “Clever man. Sweet talk your girl while doing something useful.”

“Exactly. I would have gotten a bloody nose if he hadn’t thrown a tomato right at the biggest guys head. That thing coated his hair like red paint, then...” Steve balls his fist as he presses it against his mouth to try and keep himself from losing it with laughter, “...then, his friend turned around and smack! Another tomato right in his face.”

Snickering in amusement, you run a hand down the side of your face at the vivid image forming in your head, “oh Bucky..”

“It was pretty damn accurate too. The other guy booked it down the sidewalk before Buck could get him. Then when he started walking towards us, the other guys took off like a couple of scared birds....fortunately leaving me with no bruises that day.” Says Steve proudly, no doubt thinking fondly on that old memory, “Then of course he told me I gotta be more careful and all that stuff, I said I was fine and he want back to shopping with that girl......huh, don’t think I ever saw her again, well....at least with him.”

“Don’t blame her, he sounded like a real ladies man back in the day, she probably got too jealous.” You joke with a small brow wiggle before your smile lessens again, God you miss him so fucking much, “Thanks Steve.....he seemed, so different. It’s just when I knew him, when I first met him that is, Bucky was very different.”

Steve’s face looses it’s once vibrant glow, he keeps a steady gaze set on you now, knowing your time with him was such a chilling contrast to Bucky in the 40’s. You sigh, “I think I would have liked to see that version of Bucky just once, but I liked the Bucky I got after everything we went through.....after everything’s that’s happened. Maybe 40’s Bucky wouldn’t even look in my direction, I’d probably scare the socks off of him anyways.”

Steve shakes his head, “No way Y/N, you’d have him wrapped around your finger so fast, not a doubt in my mind he’d do anything for you in a heartbeat. That’s just who he was, a player yes, but a kind one who treated everyone with respect through that famous charm of his.....and you, you’d have caught his attention in an instant.”

Looking down at your hands, you raise the corner of your lips into a small half grin at the thought of Sergeant Barnes losing it all to the dangerous vixen that is no doubt yourself, now that’s an interesting thought indeed. Bucky in the 40′s, how about that.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not....but I know one thing. That I’m glad to have even known him at all, he was...so special and he didn’t even know it.” You pause for a moment, lips pursing together as you think fondly of your past lover. Steve keeps silent, studying your disheartened features as you gather your words, “So if, if they can somehow do this....if it’s even actually possible to get those fucking stones again. I’ll do whatever it takes, Steve.”

Whatever it takes.

-

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501 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 19:20:26 GMT

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Beggars Don't Get To Be Choosers

Sinfully Sweet Kinktober 2021

~ You are feeling neglected and antagonize Bucky while he and Steve are dealing with business. (Warnings- angry Bucky and Steve, degrading kink, hair pulling kink, mention of drug use.) 1.7k

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Bucky, you and Steve are never home.

The offending message lit up Bucky's screen once more while Steve sat nearby talking with an associate about an incoming shipment. Steve side eyed Bucky as he scowled at the screen, able to give a guess as to what had his partner all out of sorts. Bucky was quick to tap out.

Doll, you are pushing our buttons.

There were three dots popping up signaling you were answering him back, but instead of a message, a picture came through of your fingers slicking over glistening pink flesh, your clit swollen with arousal. Then the message came through.

Actually, I'm pushing my own since no one else is.

Steve’s head dipped to the line of powder he had just cut and lined on the table, inhaling deeply while Bucky's hand tightened around his phone. The screen cracking rather loudly. Their associate paused from what he was saying, Steve glanced over to see the offending picture and his features darkened.

“How about you go take care of the issue Bucky while I finish up here.” Steve suggested and Bucky shot back the rest of his liquor while sliding out of the booth at their club.

Bucky didn't offer an apology to their associate, just stalked towards the door, passing the club's manager, Bucky paused for a moment. “Y/N will not be in tonight, have another girl fill in her spot.”

Scott gave a nod, already pulling up a chart to make that call. He didn't even question it. Never ever question the bosses was one of the first rules here.

With that Bucky headed for home, headed to you. You who were feeling neglected. He planned on changing that tone rather quickly.

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626 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 01:19:01 GMT

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Fanfics are trash, sorry but they are,they are for people who have no life and it is really sad. Pathetic is more the word.

Its really sad having a vivid imagination and being able to create worlds with mere words. How pathetic that I can look at a blank page and see something beyond that blinking cursor.

But you wanna know what is honestly pathetic and sad? That you cant see why someone would enjoy it. How you cant see where it might be beneficial.

So please tell me how I should live my life? Since I'm doing it so wrong obviously and the way you are doing it is the right way. Let me be more like you please- going on anon and bothering people I don't even know to tell them how pathetic they are... Kinda sounds like you are the pathetic one. Get a fucking hobby please.

876 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 13:20:59 GMT

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Remember- 

Not all excellent writers are popular. That’s just facts. There are some AMAZING epic stories out there that barely have any notes, reblogs, or comments. 

Do not put your stories worth on how high the note count is. Its just going to hurt you. 

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187 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 17:26:06 GMT

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Knots with Promises - Damiano x fem!reader smut

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This month has been the worst one of your life. Work was becoming more insufferable, your sister keeps running up your bank account, and your landlord threatens to kick you out. Damiano wants to help, but not just with paying the rent.

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"No-" you mutter, hitting the machine with the heel of your palm.

"No, no, no no-" you repeat, the all too familiar message at this point appearing on the screen.

" Why does this keep fucking happening?" you yell, delivering a kick to the metal box of the A.T.M. as the machine once again rejects your withdrawal request.

You hold your head in your hands. Tears are pooling in your eyes, and your throat feels itchy.

"Fuck's sake," you mutter, wiping under your eyes with your palms.

Your phone buzzes in your coat pocket. You try to even out your breathing as you take the phone out.

"Hey Marcell," you say, trying to sound less congested. "Yea, uh, I am trying to make a withdrawal, you know, with all the issues-" you explain to your landlord. He doesn't seem impressed. 

"(Y/n), you've owed me this month's rent for days. I can't really let you on for much longer"

You feel your breath quicken, and tears collecting in your eyes again.

"Marcell, listen, I'll have it by your door on Tuesday-"

"The latest I can do is Sunday. You have two days, otherwise you're out"

"Marcell, you know I need this place more than anything-"

"I can't help with that"

"Marcell please, I've lived there for years, its just a slip up-"

"That doesn't mean anything. I need some sort of income from that apartement and if you can't provide it, I'll find someone who can" he says sharply.

"Marcell-". He hangs up from his side. The phone stays beeping in your hand, the screen darkening.

You pull at your hair with the other hand, squeezing your eyes tight, trying to hold in a scream.

You don't even have the energy to get up from the sidewalk, the gazes of strangers burning holes in your skin.

You probably look like a beggar. Great.

With a disgruntled sigh, you get up, taking your card from the machine and walking back to "your" apartment. It won't be yours for long.

It really sucks that you have to share your account with your sister. Her sole purpose is draining out your account, spending the money you earn from work on stupid, unecessary objects.

Not to mention you knew she had moved back in with your parents, which meant that she was under their financial aid as well.

You could run a court case, but you don't even have the money to rent an apartment.

Hadn't you been through enough? Not to her eyes maybe. Then again, if being homeless cuts you off from your family, it might just be the better option.

Your head has started to hurt by the time you reach the familiar plaza, the lights excruciatingly bright. The tears have dried on your cheeks, making them itchy. Your phone buzzes but you chose to ignore it. Just a few meters down and you'll be able to finally rest.

The door unlocks and you head your way up to the apartment. Your phone continues to buzz, a string of messages on your phone.

'Your balance is running low. Fix that' is the message from your beloved sister.

You could easily smash your phone right now. Maybe her face too.

It is just a matter of putting the key in your door and opening it until you are able to rest, finally, finally...

"Hey, what's up?" 

...or not.

You bite the inside of your cheek, forcing a smile.

Of course Damiano is up at this hour. 

"Damiano! Hey," you reply, greeting your neighbour.

You had moved into these shitty apartments almost at the same time, been friends ever since. Right now, he has a greatly successful career in music, so it beats you why he still lives in this hell-hole.

Your voice probably comes out strained, the smile he wore fades off his face.

"Is all okay?" he asks, taking a sip from the mug in his hands.

"Well, not really, I won’t sugar coat it," you admit, putting the key in.

"But I'm not going to talk to you about it" 

He pouts.

"C'mon (Y/n), we've been friends since forever. The least I can do is listen to your problems”

You exhale, knowing exactly where this will go. He always is the person you rant to, and he doesn't ever seem to mind. If anything, he is the one that always suggests it.

Fuck your inability to resist his puppy eyes.

“Sure, come on” you say, pushing the door in. He happily skips behind you, closing his door, keys in hand.

“Close the door behind you,” you tell him, taking off your coat. He sits down on one of the kitchen table chairs, holding his mug tight in his hands.

“Hit me” he says, the warmest smile on his face.

You try to mimic his smile, maybe try to imitate his warmth too.

You take a deep breath in.

“She blocked my card. Again” you say, trying to hold your tears in. Damiano’s face falls.

“How the fuck does one even do that?” he asks shocked.

“I don’t know!” you admit, holding tears in for dear life. “All I know is that she just practically stole 3k from me, for no. Fucking. Reason!”

Damiano gets up, resting his hands on your shoulders.

"Then she has the fucking audacity to text me about my balance being low" you complain, sniffling.

“Hey, come on,” he shushes, trying to calm you. “It’s alright, you’ll get it sorted”

“I FUCKING CAN’T!” you yell, pushing him away. “THAT’S THE ISSUE,”

The tears run hot down your cheeks. Damiano pulls you back in a hug.

“(Y/n), calm down please,” he whispers, petting your head as you cry in his chest.

"Sorry, I shouldn't- I shouldn't have yelled," you mutter, muffled by the way your face presses further into his chest.

"There's no need to apologise. You're upset, it's alright. I forgive you" he whisper, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek.

"She's leeching money out of my account, every, fucking day. I don't even get the chance to go and remove her ever, with this shitty ass job"

Damiano doesn't speak. He just rests his chin on top of your head, rubbing up and down your back in calming motions.

“I won’t be able to draw rent from the account” you sniffle, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders. He sways both of you around in slow circles.

“And Marcell, he wants it by Sunday latest” You try to swallow the lump in your throat, taking in a shaky breath.

“So if it doesn’t unlock, then I’ll be out” you finish, and you felt Damiano pushing you away. You look at him confused.

“Marcell said that?” He sounds dumbfounded. You give a weak nod.

“He said he had other people interested”

Damiano throws a curse, pulling you back in his embrace.

“You’ve lived here for so long, why can’t he understand you’re going through some stuff right now, fuck’s sake” he exhales, kissing the top of your head.

You give an inaudible laugh.

“He doesn’t give a shit” you smile, curling further in Damiano’s embrace. “And I’m not letting you pay my rent” you add, seeing his face fall.

“Why not? You’re literally being forced out!” he questions, pulling away slightly to look at you.

“Just pay me back when you can if that’s the issue”

“That’s not the issue,” you mutter.

“Is it pride? Are you too proud to accept financial help or something? You think you're above help?” he asks, eyes piercing your soul.

You just sigh, pulling him closer to you.

“I just really want to be able to relax. For once” 

Damiano pats your head.

“In what way?” 

You just shrug.

“Maybe for once not be scared of my bank account being drained. The access to it should not be taken from me. Not worry about my own sister stealing my money, the money I work so hard to fucking earn and spending it on her friends"

Damiano lets a chuckle out.

“She’s fucking spoiled rotten. How did she even get to that?”

“Mommy’s and Daddy’s money. And my money too”.

He grimaces.

"Finally being able to cut them out would be nice"

"I promise, as soon as your account unlocks, we're going together to manage it"

You mutter a 'thank you', barely audible from where your face is buried in his chest. The soft pat on the back assures you he heard it just fine.

“What do you want to do to relax?” he asks, finally breaking the embrace.

“Sleep? Eat something? Get laid?” you suggest, opening the fridge to get some water.

“I really need all of those. Especially the sex” 

Damiano giggles, looking down at his feet.

Did you mention that you and Damiano have been friends with benefits for a while? 

“It would be my pleasure,” he smiles.

You gesture to yourself, maintaining eye contact.

“Well? Why are you waiting?" you ask. Damiano laughs.

“Want to try something. I’ve read some about it, it really sounds like exactly what you need” he says, coming closer to you.

“Hit me” you mimic his enthusiasm from earlier, leaning on the kitchen island. He laughs, leaning on the opposite side, coming face to face with you.

“Have you ever heard of ‘sensory deprivation’?” he asks, stroking your cheek. You shake your head.

“Well,” he starts, walking around to stand behind you.

“How it works is, I’ll tie you up on your bed, nice and tight, cover your eyes, and let you feel” he whispers in your ear, tone low.

"The point of it is amplyfying your senses. Since you eliminate sight, your touch and hearing will be maxed. But we only care about the touch now, though"

“Hm, then what?” you ask, considering his offer. You've tried a few things with Damiano before, a special and standard practice, when you have time, is shibari, with either of you wearing it. So, nothing foreign adding a suggestion.

“Then, I can make you something to eat, we can run a bath together. Then we sleep” he says, smile pressed against your ear.

“What do you think?” he asks, leaving soft, hot kisses behind your ear.

“I like it,” you say, melting into his touch. “I’d like to try that,” you admit, moaning softly when Damiano bites your ear lobe.

“I’m glad,” he whispers, pulling away from you. You pull him close by the neck, sharing a heated kiss before he pulls back.

“Go take a shower, make yourself feel nice,” he instructs, opening the door. “I’ll be back by then,” he say, closing the door behind him as he leaves. You just sigh, opening the bathroom door and turning on the light.

_____

As you exit the bathroom, Damiano is already inside, sitting on your bed, holding some deep burgundy rope on his lap. His shirt from earlier is half-unbuttoned, and his pants have noticeably swelled at his crotch.

“Feel better?” he asks, getting up and you out of your bathrobe. Your hands instinctively go to cover yourself, but he holds them back.

“A bit”

“You’re about to feel a lot better,” he smirks, pulling you to the bed slowly.

He pushes you on it, bringing you to a seat, crawling on himself, sitting between your legs.

“Tell me if anything is too tight, okay?”

You nod, letting your body hang limp as he works on the ties.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders, while pulling the rope from under his legs. He uncoils it as he stands behind you and positions your arms further. He starts with creating two loops big enough to push over your arms and up to your shoulders.

Your breath hitches when the rope tightens around your arms for the first time and a soft moan escapes your lips. It’s all the encouragement he needs for creating more knots and loops around your arms. 

Finally, a pattern of rope rings keeps your arms together.

He reaches out and strokes the knuckles of his fingers over your cheeks. “Sit up, doll. Straighten your back"

You do so with a whimper, the slight restraint already making you aroused. The rope is tied securely right under your breasts. He grabs the other length of rope, threading it loosely around your neck, and down your sternum, threading knots about 10 cm away from each other. The knots end a bit higher than your belly button, the excess rope being threaded between your thighs.

“Turn around, chest down on the bed” he instructs, helping you reposition yourself. 

The rope is threaded from through your thighs, all the way back up to your shoulders. The contact with the rope is loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough to brush against your skin almost all the time. Especially the rope running between your legs has you fight the urge to squirm.

He flips you back around, sitting you up again. His face is concentrated on his hands and your skin, his brows furrowed as he intently examines his knot-work.

You look down, your skin decorated with deep red lines running in a pretty pattern, electrifying your skin with every move. Your breasts are defined by the ropes, nipples erect from all his lingering touches to skin, especially in that area.

The rope down your sternum is now connected to all the work on your torso, an easy to untie knot being placed delicately on the small of your back.

“You know,” he speaks, grabbing the other length of rope, threading it under your thigh. “If you relax as much as you need to, or more, you should let me pay your rent,” 

He pushes your back down on the bed softly, positioning your legs.

You laugh.

“Damn, you really want to spend your money on me,” you comment.

“Yes or no? I promise I’ll be really good”

You purse your lips in thought.

“Alright,” you agree, seeing him grab the final length from where he sat.

“Promise you’ll be brutally honest?” 

“Promise,” you say with a chuckle, and Damiano finally pulls back, giving you a kiss from where he sat.

Your thighs are tied to your calves, limiting your leg movement almost fully.

“All done,” he smiles, proud of himself.

He starts undressing himself, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on.

“Oh,” he says, grabbing a black scarf from the chair by your bed.

“Almost forgot,” he laughs, tying it over your eyes, blocking your vision entirely. 

Suddenly, the world is gone from around you, the only thing you can visualise was whatever you touched.

“You remember the colour system?” he asks, his voice loud, echoing.

You give a nod, to the direction you think Damiano was. “Green, keep going. Yellow, pause a bit, something is bothering me. Red, fucking stop everything” 

Damiano rewards you with a pat on your thigh. The feeling is so much weirder. More enhanced. 

You feel like you are floating. It’s dark; there’s nothing around you but all-encompassing pitch-black nothing: no sound, no ground, no air, no light. Only your breathing, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

The voice is quiet, distant. You aren't sure you heard it at all. 

You swallow, your skin tingling from excitement. You hear Damiano chuckle.

“I am ready" you exhale, your imagination already leaving you breathless.

Something lights up. No, ‘lights up’ is wrong. More like: heats up. You can’t see what it is, so much as feel it: a light sensation on your arm, sliding along it, upward, with the grace of a snake but the weight of an insect. You’d think of water running down, or up, your arm. It’s not right, water doesn’t slither, but you can’t think of anything else to describe the sensation.

It doesn’t even feel real, in some ways. But it’s close enough to real: it’s something you can feel, something you can focus on. 

So you do. You focus on the feeling, the sensation, the touch , and let it carry you wherever it will. It moves up your arm, rounds your shoulder, traces over its ridge and moves down, across your chest. That is your chest, right? Yes, it is -- you feel your heartbeat again, suddenly. It jumps up to meet the thing that traces lines across your skin and across your sides.

The touch disappears as soon as it appears, suddenly over-aware of the mattress on your back. Silence fills the room, and you are all too aware of the situation you're in. It makes goosebumps raise to your skin.

Damiano's amused exhale reaches your ears. The bitch is so proud of himself, you can visualise the smirk on his face.

Meanwhile, your head races with ideas of what Damiano was going to do with you, wondering if this was the best idea. Then again, if you didn't trust Damiano with your life, you wouldn't have consented to this in the first place.

Despite your brain working overtime, your breathing was measured, in control. Then it hitches when you feel something warm on your left leg. You can't see Damiano running his tongue up its length and curving inward at the thigh, yet you're sure of it. Then there's a colder feeling down your chest. It's soft and in some way, always wet. It surely was the rope getting wet, and the smell was pleasant. It heavily resembled that bottle of yasmine lube you had once bought for comfort, and being water-based definitely explained the spreading dampness of the ropes touching your sternum.

His touch is back on you- properly-, running down your thighs with feather-light pressure. You can feel him part them a bit further than he already had, tracing over the ropes, making them slightly dig in your skin. Warmth radiates off of him as he moves away from your thighs, his hands smoothing down the bumps on your skin. 

His fingers feel every inch of your torso, starting from the belly button and moving up to your breasts. They trace your nipple and pinch it lightly, a soft moan, barely audible, leaving your mouth.

His hands move lower, gripping on your sides and the matress below you, softly tracing the skin on your back.

You can feel his breath hot on your skin as he leaves kisses on your belly, your upper thigh, your shoulder, your neck. You shiver as he softly nips and sucks at your neck, leaving marks that would be a pain to cover tomorrow.

His mouth hovers, and he kisses your jaw, softly biting the skin before his mouth finds way to your breasts. His tongue traces around your nipple, his other hand on your other breast, kneading it lightly. 

Your moans find their way out of your mouth and it's all the encouragement he needs to keep going, biting down on your nipple before pulling off, giving the other the same treatment.

You squirm under his touch and gaze, and your skin heats up, arousal finally catching up.

His hands make their way low, firmly grasping your thighs, nails softly digging in skin as he gives your nipple a final kiss. Working his way down your torso, he makes sure to leave marks almost everywhere, biting down at the skin of your sides, stopping right at your belly button.

His touch dissapears momentarily, and a whine leaves your throat. His chuckle is loud to your ears, and his hands glue themselves to your sides, fingers brushing over his bite marks as his tongue runs over the length of your cunt.

It sends shocks up your spine, and it makes you squirm, head falling back on the matress, back arching.

His hands are your only support as he works on you, his tongue switching from being inside of you, lapping up your juices, to circling your clit, drawing long moans out of you.

His nose bumps against your clit as he works his tongue deeper in you, and each time you find your hands gripping at the ropes on your back, the matress under you. 

Damiano has eaten you out a miriad of times before, it has never felt so much. Your skin feels on fire, your brain blanking out. The only thing you can focus on is him, his touch. Him and the arousal shooting up your body.

It feels strangely intimate, the way you can only focus on him and him only. 

A loud moan, combined with a whine, falls from your lips as Damiano's fingers join his mouth. You can feel his smirk, and you would have said something if he hadn't turned his full attention to your clit, tongue and teeth toying with it.

You reach your climax embarassingly quickly, the amplified feeling being too much too soon. Several moans and curses fall from your mouth as your hands tug on the ropes on your back, on the matress, at each other.

Damiano pulls away, his warmth dissapearing and reapearing back on your lips, in the form of a soft kiss.

"So pretty," he whispers, "you did so well" Damiano praises, his hand running through your hair as he kisses around your neck. A whine gets stuck in your throat as he kisses your temple, then nips at your earlobe while you calmed down.

"Hm, so good for me, so amazing, my amazing girl," he whispers, leaving a kiss at your jaw before leaving again.

His fingers start trailing your body again, the contact burning.

"Do you like this? Do you like it when I touch you?" he asks, his fingers tracing around your breasts.

You reply with a breathless "yes", and his touch disappears.

"Such a pretty girl, only for me," he says, his voice echoing around the room as you tried to locate it. 

You hear something soft hit the ground.

The sound of a wrapper opening, a bottle cap opening and closing, Damiano's loud sigh. Then the matress dips with a creak, and his hands are back on you.

His fingers trace at your entrance, cold in contrast to the warmness of his mouth. They feel soft, and two are pushed in smoothly. You moan softly at the feeling, the sound making you even more aroused.

His other hand is softly massaging your breasts as his fingers stretch you out, his mouth whispering dirty nothings in your ears, tongue tracing around your lobe.

He pulls out his fingers moments later, and you feel wetness on your lips, slowly running down your chin.

Must be a hell of a sight.

Instinctivly, you take them in your mouth, running your tongue over them as you clean them off.

Damiano's whimper reaches your ears, and you smirk pridefully, running your tongue on the underside of the fingers as he pulls out. You hear him swallow, and his hand grasps on your side.

"Colour?" he asks, as his tip teases at your entrance, his fingers toying with your clit.

"Green, couldn't be more fucking green" you say desperately and breathlessly, and Damiano chuckles.

He pushed in and you couldn't hold back your loud moan at the sudden intrusion. His is just as loud, the foreplay making him all worked up.

You both moan as he finally bottoms out, your hips pressed flush together, taking him to the hilt. It's always such a tight fit, no matter how wet you are.

For a few seconds, you feel so full, and your skin is on fire where your hips come in contact with each other. Your hands itch to hold on him, you want to see his fucked out expression.

He thrusts slowly and a moan is stuck in your throat. His hands make way lower, touching your hipbones, tracing your hip dips.

"You’re so good,” Damiano praises under his breath. “Taking me so well.” 

He starts moving his hips, beginning at a slow, steady pace. You let out little moans with every thrust, hands tugging on the ropes as hard as they can. It feels so good, him finally being inside you, and you never want this to end. 

Quiet curses keep escaping Damiano's mouth, and its music to your ears as he thrusts harder and deeper. It feels more and more incredible with each passing moment, the sound of skin hitting skin makes your brain short circuit.

Your enhanced hearing and touch makes the whole experience twenty times more intense, and you're surprised at the moans leaving your mouth. It feels amazing, his cock deep inside you, a feeling so strong unlike ever before, and even if its so much it's not enough.

"Fuck- please, Dami-" you try and speak, your moans cutting you off. He slows down, letting you collect yourself.

"God, please- Faster-" you pant out, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You swallow the lumo in your throat, taking a deep breath in.

Damiano does as you ask, thrusting faster as he takes you apart. Your hips are pushing backwards desperately, craving more. More of the exceptional feeling that seems to build again, more of that delicious friction that makes your mind blank and your eyes roll back.

He thrusts into that sweet spot deep inside you, walls clenching as your head digs deeper into the matress. You feel Damiano's hips falter for a minute, then rut into you at a force greater than you think you've ever felt with him. 

One of his hands detaches itself from your hip, moving down to work on your clit with agonisingly slow movements- in contrast to his thrusts- and your back arches as far up as possible. You hands have moved to grab fistfuls of the sheets as Damiano fucks you- quite literally- into the matress.

His fingers catch up to his relentless pace, and the irregular rythms gives away how close Damiano is to the edge. The nails of his other hand dig deep in your hips.

You aren't any better, desparation building up as you try to catch your breath. All of a sudden, everything is way too much, the feeling is so strong and after a few more thrusts you feel that coil inside you snap.

Your loud, drawn out moan that left your chest was incredibly pitched, sounding more like a scream as Damiano kept working you through your orgasm.

Some more uneven thrusts, few pants and your walls clamping around him from the force of your orgasm and Damiano cums with a hoarse moan, hips stuttering like crazy as he emptied himself inside the condom.

You are the first to come down from your high, your eyes feeling wet as you tried to focus your vision. You feel Damiano's chest on yours, his pants loud as he calmed down.

With a deep breath, he raises his hand, untying the scarf from behind your head, and the rope holding your hands together that was nestled under your breasts.

The light is all too blinding as you regain your sight, and man is it a sight to behold.

Damiano completelly collapsed on your chest, his own chest heaving. His hair are going in all directions, and his fucked out expression is the cherry on the top.

"Dami, you good?" you exhale, still trying to control your breathing. Your hands tries to fix his hair.

A noise that resembles a "Mhm" leaves Damiano's throat, and an amused smile forms on your lips.

"Gimme like, 10 minutes to recover," he mumbles incoherently, squeezing his eyes shut, falling back on your chest, arms looping around your neck.

You just chuckle, stroking up and down his back with your now free hands, a soft smile on your lips as he snuggles further into you.

Your own head feels heavy, and you happily welcome the tired loopy-ness of your drop.

"Take all the time you need," you whisper, hand finding way into his hair, softly massaging his scalp.

"After all, I'm not the one paying rent" you say, and Damiano's amused exhale tickles your chest as he tries to get up from your chest.

"Thamk 'ou" is all he mumbles, shuffling higher, your faces mere centimeters away from each other.

"It was my pleasure," you say, quoting him from earlier. He just smiles, leaning in for a kiss as he nestles his head in the space under your chin.

You just play with his hair, whispering soft nothings as you both went through your drop, cuddling all throughout it.

194 notes • Posted 2021-09-30 19:43:34 GMT

#3

Backstage shannenigens

Thomas x y/n smut lol

prompt: thomas fucking your throat literal seconds before performing

prompt by: aaa dont exactly who but it was from zodi's asks for slutty saturday :)

(zodi: @icouldbeyourpuppet )

Masterlist :)

_______

" Eyyyyy!" 

Everyone's head turned towards you. Their faces were all laced with stress, but they seemed glad to see you.

" You all good? I can smell your stress."

The band looked at you with judgemental silence.

" Yeah, I get it, no jokes. It is your longest run after Eurovision, I shouldn't be surprised."

Trying to lighten the atmosphere, you excitedly point at the bag you were holding.

" Well I brought you guys a gift." You said, pulling out a medium sized bottle.

" Energy time babes! Drink up, you'll need it."

You start handing out the sports drinks to the band members, each one getting a different colour.

" What the fuck is this?" Damiano asked, pointing at the bottle's cover.

" I thought I asked for energy drinks," Damiano uncapped the bottle, taking a whiff.

" You know, like redbull or something."

You rolled your eyes.

" These are healthier. They are meant for athletes, they have to have some benefits over redbull." You replied.

Victoria and Thomas were the first to try the drinks, their facial expressions remaining neutral.

" And, they have different flavours." 

You looked back at Ethan, who was chugging his drink down.

" That has to be a plus." You said through giggles.

" I could get behind this." Victoria said, slamming the bottle on the coffee table.

You look at your boyfriend, Thomas, seeing if he approves of the drinks.

Nervousness was painted all over his face still, but he gave you a reassuring smile from where he sat.

" Well, Damiano. It seems it's 3 to 1." 

You pulled another drink out and took a sip for yourself.

" You lost."

Damiano dramatically dropped his head back, pretending to be shocked at the results.

Your banter was cut short however.

" Måneskin. You're going out in 15. Check your stuff."

Everyone looked around themselves, checking their clothes for any disfiguration.

When all confirmed the lack of any clothing catastrophes, the stage manager instructed them to get their instruments.

And that's when it began.

" Where's my guitar?" Thomas asked, looking around the room.

"How would we know?" Victoria said, wearing the strap of her bass.

" Well, I can't perform without it!" He said, panickly looking behind the couches.

" In 10!" The stage manager said, popping his head backstage.

" Yeah, no. We are missing the guitar." Ethan said, looking with Thomas.

" I have to check further down. It must be in the rooms." Thomas said, rushing down the hall.

You quickly followed, wanting to help with the search.

The dim lights of the halls came in big contrast with the bright light coming from Thomas' room.

You could see him rummaging through his stuff, but to no avail.

" In 5, team." The stage manager yelled, and Victoria prayed that Thimad found his guitar quickly enough.

" For fucks sake!" Thomas exhaled, falling on the carpeted floor.

He wiped his eyes with the inside of his palm, trying to push back tears of frustration.

" Hey, come on." You said, kneeling down to him and trying to soothe him.

" I'm sure it's somewhere here." You said, getting up and looking yourself.

It seemed, in his frustration, he didn't bother to check the guitar case, which is ultimately where it was.

" See? All is okay, your guitar is here." You said calmly, passing it to him.

" Like I haven't already ruined the show." He said, sniffing.

With a pout, you raised him by his collared shirt off the floor, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was meant to be short and encouraging, but it quickly took a turn down the passionate path.

Shortly parting for breath, you hoisted yourself on his waist, legs locking around his back, before reconnecting.

There was insatiable lust behind your kiss, Thomas' hunger shining through and being boosted by his previous frustration.

When he pulled away, you tried to kiss his collarbone, but got pushed away from that area.

" Not there, not now," he said sternly.

You tried to kiss his jaw, but noticed the guitar sitting behind you.

" Shit, you have to go." You said, unlocking your legs and setting them on the ground, standing up properly.

" Not fair…" He whined, trying to pull you back.

You caught sight of a prominent bulge coming through his loose pants, and couldn't help but giggle.

" Walk it off. You have a performance." You said, noticing your tone came out as.more suggestive than intended.

He looked dead into your eyes.

" Walk it off? How?" he asked, as if it was an obscene request of you to make.

" Just do." You smirked, trying to walk away.

His hand flew out and caught your wrist, bringing you back to his chest with ease.

" How about you finish what you start, hm?" He said, eyes darkening as he pushed you on your knees.

You looked back at him with uncertainty, yet still itching to pull his pants down as quickly as possible.

" But, you are going out in 2 mi-" You started, but he shushed you.

" Make it quick then." He said, unbuttoning the button of his pants.

" We can't go out without our guitarist." Damiano explained, but he wasn't heard.

" Then get him here."

There was brief silence, before the stage manager continued.

" Look, we have guitar playbacks for all the songs performed tonight. Until he shows up, that's what we will use," he suggested.

" Unless, you have any other ideas?" He asked.

When he received no reply, he sighed.

" Alright, champs, go get it."

The band members, minus Thomas, entered the stage, preparing to perform.

Carefully, you removed Thomas' cock from his pants, relishing in his sigh of relief.

You smirked, starting by teasing the head with your tongue, flattening down and letting inch after inch slowly enter your mouth.

You then pulled away and swirled your tongue around the head, using your tongue to pull apart his slit and taste his salt. 

He was holding his breath without realizing it, too enraptured by the view of your lips wrapping around his member and your head moving up and down, up and down, matching the speed of your hand's thrusts.

In the background, music had started playing, and that edged you to be quicker.

A mixture of embarrassment, for holding Thomas behind, and thrill, from publicly sucking him off while the others were performing live, was settled in your mind.

And it drove you crazy.

You started moving slower, knowing it drove him crazy too.

Your tongue was making less, yet more precise movements, aiming for all the spots that made him squirm.

With a lewd pop, you pulled off and slowly pumped, giving his head kitten licks to tease him.

You knew it was a matter of time before he had enough of your teasing and took over, and he did.

His first few thrusts were shallow, giving you time to adjust.

His pace slowly growed, and the performance in the background moved you both to hurry.

You started to work him with your tongue alongside his thrusting, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

“Let me get a good look at you. Let me see your eyes, pretty princess.” 

You slowly opened your eyes (you hadn't realised you had closed them) and tried to look up, the strain making them water. That made him let out a groan.

"That’s right. Look at you. My little toy with their lips around my cock. That’s hot as shit. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes slammed shut again as you continued to work with his thrusts. Your tongue moved in a sloppy, messy way but it made him feel so fucking good.

You sucked and licked and kept up a momentum that was so painfully wondrous that his skin was crawling. You didn’t even ask to stop when he started to buck his hips because he was seconds away from finishing.

“Baby, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow every last drop, got it beautiful? With your perfect, tight throat.”

You prepared yourself, pulling almost all the way out whilst dragging your teeth over his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, yes!” 

He held your head down with both hands when he came, feeling the thick strands of white viscous fluid escape his cock and hit the deep walls of your frail throat.

You tried to swallow most of it, yet a bit managed to leak out your mouth, running down your jaw.

Many thoughts were crossing your mind, all the while Thomas came down from his high.

A sudden quiet from the back reminded both of you of the situation you were in, slightly panicking.

Thomas got up in a frenzy, tucking himself away, and checking his clothes in the mirror for any stains.

His thighs lightly trembled when he walked, you noticed as he picked up the discarded guitar.

You smiled at him pridefully.

" We," he said, hastily wearing the guitar's strap.

" -will talk after the show." He completed, blowing you a kiss and running out, down the hall, closing the door behind him.

bonus:

The time for the guitar solo was nearing, and Damiano was worried, delivering still the final words of the chorus as usual.

Closing his eyes in anticipation, he walked over to Ethan, sitting on the steps under the drum set.

As the time arrived for the solo, Thomas slid in on his knees from backstage, jamming out while the crowd roared at his sudden appearance.

Victoria and Damiano both sighed in relief, and so did Ethan probably, they couldn't hear.

The song ended and sparks flew from the stage, the crowd's applause deafeningly loud.

" Were the fuck were you?" Ethan asked, turning to smile at the crowd from closer by.

" The guitar needed to be re-stringed." Thomas lied, playing some spare chords.

The other three looked at each other knowingly, and Victoria patted his head.

" Next time, try not to fuck 10.minutes before a performance, m'kay?" 

All snickered at Thomas' shocked and embarrassed look, quickly changing theme as the lighting shifted and the next song started.

211 notes • Posted 2021-07-04 20:55:44 GMT

#2

Champagne after sex - Ethan x reader

rough sex on the bedroom floor, then champagne and lavender essantial oil :)

(its also a full 3.5k words)

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It was really only once in a while you got to see Ethan really needy.

Sitting backstage as the band left the stage, you waited to see your boyfriend, after over a month of not being with him.

The music festivals scattered across July and August, plus your inconsistent work schedule meant that it would be near impossible to see each other. 

Sure, phone calls and text messages did help a lot, being able to rant to Ethan about your shitty coworkers and Ethan complaining about how he missed you all this time. But, there was still this insatiable desire to be with each other. 

There was a work gap for both of you, Ethan's being a bit shorter, so you took the first chance you could to see him again.

Their performance in Poland was a well awaited return since June, and hell was it difficult to make it to the festival on time. 

Lucky for you, a quick phone call with Leo had a guaranteed entrance backstage, where you'd wait for the performance to end. It worked quite well, with your plane landing well after the show started.

You still wanted there to be an element of surprise. Nothing better than finishing one of the most tiring gigs of the summer and coming to your partner waiting for you backstage.

Damiano walked in first, followed by Victoria and Thomas. They all waved at you, seeming breathless from all the activities they did on stage.

Ethan came running in, a run that was halted instantly when he landed his gaze on you.

" Surprise!" you said, a smile plastered on your face. Ethan stood there for a moment, before rapidly blinking and running towards you, wrapping you in an engulfing hug, and raising you off the floor, spinning you around once for good measure.

" How?" was all he could say through his excitement. You giggled.

" I have the week off." you said as he set you down, well aware everyone backstage was either totally interested, or disinterested in the PDA happening.

He ignored the teasing whistle coming from Damiano, flipping him off.

You tucked some hair behind his ear, your hand nestling in his hair as you pulled him closer for a kiss. 

Small, sweet and loving. A warm welcome, an adoring gesture.

" I really missed you." he said when you pulled away, unable to suppress a smile longer. You just smiled back, your hand rubbing circles right where his neck ended. 

" All of you." he half-whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck.

" Alright, lovebirds," Thomas said with a clap, appearing from the instrument room, a hoodie over his stagewear.

" I get it, you missed each other, yeah yeah. But I need to go to the hotel to sleep. Please." 

You smiled at Thomas sweetly, pulling away from Ethan and sending him to pack his stuff. 

It had not yet even got dark, the night slowly approaching as the sun just started to set. The crowd gathered for the band was still partially outside, waiting to hopefully meet their idols.

You could hear Damiano groan when he looked out from the door's window. 

" I just want to go home and rest." he whined, still opening the door.

" You will, it won't take that long." Leo said, patting his back encouragingly.

" The sooner you're done with fans, the sooner we'll be back." 

Victoria and Thomas followed Damiano outside, smiling wide to their fans as they walked towards the crowd. Your eyes looked for Ethan, who was slowly walking out, doing some stretching exercises.

He had told you his hand got injured again, this time being much more inconvenient and painful. You had tried to comfort him through it from a video call, promising to "Kiss it better" when you saw him again.

The fan gathering was quickly done and over with, all six of you heading to the van transporting you to the hotel.

Thomas was already asleep on Vic's shoulder, and you just leaned over to Ethan, talking to him as he continued to work on his hand. The distance between you two was quite big, and although you could tell he wanted to touch you in some way, he didn't move from his seat, probably not wanting to make a scene like before. You still looked over at him with a smile, with mixed intentions behind it.

It was like any way you touched him made him melt. From your hands brushing each other to hugging, Ethan always looked like he was longing for more.

Entering the hotel, the staff at the reception handed everyone their key-cards, wishing everyone a good night's rest.

Victoria, Damiano and Leo went up in the elevator first, with Ethan not wanting to be separated from you, but also staying with Thomas to make sure he wouldn't pass out from exhaustion on his way to the room.

As you waited for the lift to come back down, Ethan grew more impatient by the second.

His hand was slowly trailing from the small of your back, where he held you in a half hug, down to your ass. 

Trying to keep some dignity still, you lead his hand towards your hip instead, trying to keep the situation a bit more underground for the other people staying in the hotel.

The elevator reached back down, and at the press of a button, you were at your floor.

With a little persuasion from you, Ethan practically carried Thomas to his room, opening the door for him and even closing it behind him. It was no doubt he would instantly crash on his bed.

The second the door to Thomas' room closed, Ethan came over, where you had opened the door, leaning in for a kiss.

This time, the kiss left far more to be desired. Instead of being sweet, or soft, it was a plain statement of need. Not even want at this point, but pure need.

You smiled against his lips, pulling him inside the room from his choker, closing the door behind you with a kick.

He tried to kiss you again, but you leaned back, relishing in his needy whine.

" Please," he whispered, trying to kiss you again.

" What is it baby? What do you want?" you said, acting completely oblivious.

" I need you to fucking destroy me tonight." he said, his hand cupping your cheek. 

You raised your eyebrows suggestively. It was not often Ethan was needy, and it was even less often he wanted you in control. 

You licked your lips.

" Hm," you said, hands flat on his chest. " What should I even do with you?" you asked, scanning his entire body with your eyes. 

" Do you want me to blow you until your back hurts?" His eyes widened in interest.

" Do you want me to ride you senseless on the floor of this hotel room? Do you want to be buried in my tight cunt all night long? Not stop until you can't fucking talk?"

Ethan let out a quiet moan at your words, and your hands slowly went from his chest, down his body, up to where his pants started.

He looked at you, a silent plea in his eyes.

" I need verbal confirmation, baby." 

You teased the button of his pants, your hand slipping down to firmly press against his crotch. He collected himself enough to say " Fucking please," and it was all you needed.

Swiftly, you pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock from the layers of tight clothing. There was already pre-cum at the tip.

You gave an experimental tug, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft. There wasn't nearly enough to cover it, resulting in a dry tug that Ethan hissed at.

Collecting some spit on your tongue, one hand on his cock, you licked all the way up from his base, maintaining eye contact all throughout.

He threw his head back as a loud moan left his throat, his good hand finding his way on top of your head.

You pumped him a few times, preparing yourself, before you took his entire cock in your mouth. You could feel it hit the back of your throat, and it was obvious Ethan kept himself from thrusting forwards. 

It was really appreciated on your behalf, not having done this in a while.

You started bobbing your head slowly, trying to get your jaw familiar to that familiar ache. Your hands stroked what wasn't in your mouth, slowly working him. 

His fingers tangled in your hair, softly tugging at them as you bobbed up and down. Quiet moans left his mouth but that wouldn't work for you.

Ethan got worked up quickly, had been for a while, and it's not long until his hips stuttered and thighs shake. 

He looks down, hips twitching forward at the sight of your lips stretched around him, his cock all the way in your mouth and down your throat. 

You could feel his thighs tighten under your hand as you drew him closer and closer. 

He let out a loud moan when you ran your tongue over the underside and back to his slit, lapping at the pre-cum gathering there, fingers still on his base, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

Ethan cursed, fingers tugging at your hair tighter, emitting a surprised moan from your throat. You saw him shudder from the vibrations, cock twitching in your mouth.

" Fuck, Y/n-" His words died on his lips as you look up at him, eyes blown out and slightly teary. Ethan's stomach flips at the sight and it's all too much as you pull out, making sure to drag your teeth over his shaft lightly.

Ethan's hips thrust forward, having a mind of their own, seeking more. You give a few last pumps before he was spilling on your tongue with a loud, hoarse moan, head thrown back and thighs twitching.

Whatever words were about to fall from his mouth, be it "Holy fuck" or "Thank you" fell into whines as your hands still worked on him.

You sat up on your knees, pulling Ethan down at your level from his choker for a quick kiss.

It was messy, and downright filthy.

You sat down on Ethan's lap, pushing his back on the floor. You could tell it was uncomfortable on his back, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

You took off your shirt, knowing full well his eyes are glued on your torso, roaming all over it.

He sits up on his elbows, one hand reaching over to unclip your bra. You let him, this time, mostly because of the hungry look in his eyes. You couldn't really blame him.

The second your bra unclipped, Ethan's hands threw it off, immediately focusing on your breasts.

You pulled his hands away from you, softly pinning them down on the floor with one hand, the other unclipping Ethan's choker and tying it around his wrists.

He whined, hips stuttering up as he became hard again.

" You make me so fucking crazy," you said, kissing at the edge of his lips. He moved his head to get you to kiss him, but it didn't work.

" Absolutely," You kissed his jawline.

" Fucking," You kissed where his neck met his jaw.

" Wild." You left a trail of kisses down until his collarbone, where you bit the skin lightly. His lips parted in a quiet moan.

" Y/n," he whined, as your mouth trailed kisses down his chest and torso.

" Need you…. need you so fucking bad…." 

You kissed down to his happy trail, where his cock was already hard and red again. Your hand ghosted over it, and his hips twitched, trying to get some friction.

" I need to be inside you…." he whined, a hoarse moan leaving his mouth as your thumbpad pressed down on his slit.

" I need to cum inside you…." His hands twitched from above his head, trying to break out and touch you.

" Oh, you'll be cumming alright," you said, kissing one of his nipples.

" Nice and deep inside of me," He groaned, hips thrusting up to rut against your open palm.

" I'll just put on a show for you first." you said, smiling cunningly at his confused expression.

You stood up, taking off your own pants, staying in just your panties.

If this went as you thought, they'd be in shreds later.

You straddled his hips with your knees, your pussy hovering just a bit higher than he could reach with an upwards thrust of his hips.

You arched your spine and threw your head back, hands reaching up to play with your nipples and run along your abdomen.

You slowly brought your hand down to your panties, rubbing your clit tauntingly slow through them, a breathy moan escaping your mouth as you pleasured yourself.

Ethan could only watch as you touched yourself. The choker tying his wrists together was a horrible reminder that he couldn't do much in this situation, and it was- for now- enough to prevent him from replacing your hands with his own. He whined to get your attention, his hands trying to unclip the choker himself.

" Ethan, baby," You brought your attention to him, kissing him. His lips chased yours after you pulled away, but didn't get far.

" Calm yourself. Be patient, and I'll do exactly what you want, okay?" you assured him, kissing him once more.

Ethan's cock was weeping and his hips were stuttering as you went back to your little show. He was beyond desperate at this point.

Your hand slowly trailed down further, teasing your entrance through the soaked fabric. Ethan's eyes were glued to your hand, and he swallowed dry.

Your hand pushed your panties aside, and you pushed a finger in.

Ethan knew exactly what you were doing, but he couldn't see. It was obviously driving him mad. His hands tried to escape the tight choker, and you tugged at his hair with your other hand.

" You'll get what you want, I said. Don't worry, just relax." you said, hand letting go of his locks. You nipped at his neck, the spot where you knew he was sensitive.

" You've been so good. Just a little longer." you chuckled, pride seeping into your brain as Ethan groaned with sexual frustration. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

After a few more moments of you fingering yourself while he watched agonisingly, you removed your hand, bringing up to your lips and licking your fingers off. Ethan moaned loudly, and you smiled as you licked your fingers clean.

" Want me to ride you, Ethan?" you asked, finally sitting down in his lap, his cock pressed firmly against your cunt.

Ethan nodded so vigorously, his hair bobbing with his head movements.

You chuckled darkly, grabbing his rock hard cock in your hand.

" Whatever my baby wants," you said, stroking him a few times. You guided his tip until it was teasing at your entrance, taking a deep breath before you sunk down on him.

The groan that left Ethan's throat was guttural and loud, easily covering your own moan as he filled you up completely.

For a minute, you just sat on his cock, chest rising and falling rapidly.

" Un-tie your hands while I ride you. By yourself." you said, bouncing once. You swallowed a moan, while Ethan's got stuck in his throat.

" Then, you can touch me however you like." you said, sounding breathless. Ethan nodded, and got to working on the clasp of the choker holding his hands together.

" You feel so good inside me, fuck." you groaned, beginning a moderate pace, never letting his hands off Ethan's chest. "So big, so perfect for me, my cunt swallows you up entirely, fuck, Ethan," you managed to say between moans.

You could feel Ethan twitch inside of you, his hands working furiously to untie the choker.

Shocks of pleasure ran through you as Ethan's hips thrusted up, meeting you halfway, your walls clenching tighter around Ethan's cock.

He looked breathless as he watched you bounce with such elegance and expertise. Like it hadn't actually been an entire month since he last felt you.

Ethan's wrists were still trapped, his hands shaking uncontrollably as you rode him.

His head hit the floor hard as you picked up your pace. Up and down. Up and down. 

Much faster than before, and with more force, your thighs turning red quickly as you worked yourself on Ethan's cock. Curses and moans were spilling out his mouth constantly and in varying noise levels.

" Mm, that's right. The noises you make for me are so pretty…. Don't hold back baby," you said, throwing your own head back. Your hand pressed firmly on his hip, and the touch felt like it burned, and it felt fucking amazing.

Your relentless pace was beginning to be too much for Ethan to handle. Everything all adding together, the tiredness and your words and movements, made him extra sensitive and he felt close to losing it. He didn't even care that tears were running down his face and his open mouthed smile allowed saliva to trickle down his chin, along his moans. Sweat made his forehead sticky and the back of neck irritatingly ticklish. 

"You're so fucking sexy. Holy shit," you said breathlessly. "Let it all out, baby, I'm not stopping." 

And you stayed true to your word, forcing yourself down harder than before and nearly shouting with each thrust. You removed your hand from his hips to press in the middle of his chest. 

Ethan finally couldn't take it anymore and he broke the choker, hands planted on your hips as he helped you up and down, meeting you halfway with his thrusts. You swallowed hard, one of his hands playing with your nipple, his mouth on your neck, biting hard and whispering dirty nothings in your ear, making you extremely hot and needy. His hand ripped the panties on that side, nails softly digging in your skin. Your walls clenched around him, and he twitched hard.

That pit in Ethan's stomach was boiling over and he couldn't contain it anymore. There were too many sensations going on, too much fogging his mind in a haze of sex and desire. 

" CAZZO! Y/N!" 

With a drawn out cry, white spurts exploded from his dick just as you slammed down on him. The warm liquid coated your walls and his softening erection.

Buried so deep inside of you made a cozy home for him to enjoy his uncontrollable climax and to slowly come back to reality. 

However, you had yet to stop his bouncing and his dick was trying to pick itself up again. 

"You fill me up so good, Ethan. Sh-Shit, I love it when you cum inside me," You reached down to start rubbing your clit, your hips thrusting up as you were so near your orgasm.

Ethan's hand that was on your waist before replaced your own, making precise movements that made you scream, all while his other hand played with your nipples. 

It didn't take long until you came hard, a loud moan rippling itself from your throat.

Ethan's hand still worked on your clit, the other dropping to knead your ass.

You breathed heavily as you came down from your own high, pushing Ethan's hand that was on your clit away.

He connected your lips.

" I've never heard you get that loud before," you said, hands supported by his broad shoulders

" You know I love it when you take control." he replied, kissing you again.

You lay for a while there, only your pants being heard in the room.

" Bath Time?" Ethan asked, still out of breath and his chest rose and fell fast.

You nodded, letting him pick you up from the floor, carrying you bridal style to the bath.

He set you down in the bath, turning on the warm water, disappearing again behind the door.

You took this time to choose a soap from those provided from the hotel service. All smelled wonderful, but the lavender one fit this nighttime shower much better than the rest.

Ethan returned as the bath was almost full, filled with bubbles. The smell of the soap filled the bath.

He handed you a glass of champagne from the room's mini-fridge, taking another himself and sitting down in the bath with you.

You sat on his lap, knees touching the floor of the bath.

" Saluti," he said, raising his glass. You did the same.

" To the love of my life." 

You giggled, the glasses clinking against each other, as you both sipped on the bubbly drink.

Ethan turned you around, so your back was laying flat against his chest.

" I love you, so much." he said, kissing your neck softly.

" I love you too, dumbass." you said back, kissing his hand.

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