#with SUCH a strong voice that adds SUCH fucking flavor

[revasserium]

Rain when you're writing a longer fic or a slow burn, how do you write in the other characters life when the love interest isn't there? I did I plotline, based of what happens in each episode in the series but I always fall short on what the main character is doing or supposed to be doing 🤣 like I want to establish friendships as well outside of the love interest to give the story more depth.

putting under a cut to spare the dashes! :)

so i’m assuming you’re talking about like in a fic when the mc/reader is interacting with someone other than the LI or when the LI is interacting with someone who’s not the mc/reader, right? in that case, here’s a couple of things to keep in mind:

a lot of a relationship’s development actually happens outside of the main two ppl directly interacting with each other, right? like think about when ppl joke about a guy texting a girl, and he’s texting all her girlfriends too cause they’re all dissecting his texts and brainstorming how to text back — but it’s literally how people interact!!!

make sure that you’re writing about the characters as much as you’re writing about the relationship the characters are in/gonna be in — if the character is flat, then no one will care about if they’re in a relationship or not, right? we’re out here yodeling about fictional ppl being in fictional relationships bc we have their OTHER fictional non-romantic relationships to give us context on who they are as people/characters — how zoro interacts with sanji and nami and luffy are all very different, but they all give us insight into who he is around different types of people. and from there, you can piece out how he would be around mc/reader, depending on the kind of person she is. the reverse is also tru — how mc/reader interacts with the other canon characters will give us (the ACTUAL readers) clues into her personality, etc

sometimes, you need the comedic relief — sometimes, you need the peanut gallery! sometimes, you want the fucking ppl in the background muttering to each other about these two idiots in love who REFUSE to acknowledge their own feelings so that the audience can feel vindicated in their own !!!!!!! that mc/reader and the LI are indeed idiots!!!! right like the other characters can act as kind of like the “chorus” in a greek/roman play who echo the audience, and those interactions are super important too!

friendships are just as if not MORE important than the romantic relationship!

in the same vein, enemies/coworkers/acquaintances/teachers/etc etc etc anyone who might inhabit the world around the main character(s) orbit is and can be interesting to the story if you allow them to be. you can get some really good supporting cast in there and they might actually start to steal the show LOL (death before decaf is a good example of the ensemble cast going a bit nuts imo LOL — i had a lot of fun with that one and i think most of the length actually came from me having fun trying to picture how the op cast would fit into a college campus au)

have fun with it!!!!! it’s not that srs!!! <3

[l1tw1ck]

Dressed Up & Knocked Up

bottom!ftm!yandere gorou x top!masc!kitsune reader

↳ W.C: 957

↳ [Event Request] | ↳ [No AFAB Language Ver]

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac, Breeding, Nipple Sucking, Overstimulation, Knotting, Manipulation

You, Yae [Name], sibling of Yae Miko, run the Yae Publishing House together. Meaning you know Ms. Hina well, very well. In fact, Ms. Hina is right here in your house.

"This looks amazing on you! I knew I made the right choice in choosing this fabric." You admire the new outfit you created for Ms. Hina's meet and greet.

"Thank you." Gorou smiles demurely. "I got you something, for your hard work." He hands you a small box of candies.

"Aw, really? I appreciate that a lot, Gorou, thank you." You eat one, tasting your favorite flavor. "How did you know I liked this?"

"Lucky guess." Gorou smiles.

As the sibling to a mischievous kitsune, you can tell when someone's got something up their sleeve.

You brushed it off, thinking your suspicions were wrong but you soon found out otherwise.

Your vision goes blurry, eyes focused on the very attractive guy in front of you. You try not to think about how much you'd like to devour him right now.

"Are you okay?" Gorou's voice only adds fuel to your fire of arousal. "Do you need water?" He notices you stumbling and helps you, your head hovering over his shoulder. He smells so good.

You slam him against the wall and bring him into a messy, heated kiss. You lift his legs up and search for his underwear, finding nothing but his wet sex. You don't think much of it, besides the consistent need to breed him, and pull off your pants.

Gorou wraps his arms and legs around you as you force yourself into him. You part from the kiss, only to focus on his neck. You kiss and lightly nip at his flesh as you get yourself fully inside him.

He leans back, moaning euphorically as you fulfill his long time fantasy. It's too bad he had to drug you though. You don't waste much time and start pounding into his pussy ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his sides as you bask in the amazing feeling of being inside him.

"Gonna- gonna come-" You groan, the aphrodisiac so strong that you can't help but spill inside him after a few minutes of fucking him. Gorou falls in love with the feeling of your cum filling his insides. Due to the aphrodisiac, this won't be the last time you come inside and knowing that almost makes him have an orgasm too.

You take out the padding from his chest and pull the front part down so you can suck on his nipples, thrusting into him slowly.

Gorou whimpers in pleasure and moans your name. "Ah- yes-" He grins.

You switch to his other nipple and speed up your thrusts, causing Gorou to erupt into loud wanton moans.

He rolls his eyes back, shaking heavily as he comes. He chokes out moans as you continue to fuck him without a care for him at all. You move back to his other nipple, wanting to give both of them equal love. Gorou squirms around, barely able to handle the pleasure.

You move him to your kitchen, the closest place to your office with a mostly empty surface, and bring him onto the table. You grab hold of his legs and use them as leverage to fuck him harder.

Gorou’s moans increase in their amount and loudness as he reaches his peak, his tight walls convulsing around your cock.

You slow down for a few moments and look at Gorou. He looks so pretty splayed out in his Ms. Hina outfit, if you were sober you’d be treating him a lot more gently in favor of not ruining your hard work.

You suddenly speed up, resuming your previous pace. You move back to his chest, licking the wet bud before sucking on it again.

Gorou doesn't understand your obsession with his nipples but he's not complaining. He cries out your name, squeezing your cock tightly thanks to the overstimulation. Drool and tears drip down his face, both due to how good he feels and how elated he is that his “lover” is finally fucking him.

He’s guilty of multiple crimes but they're all for you, so you can love him, and his efforts have finally come to fruition.

“Yes~! More!” Gorou moans, grinning stupidly.

You switch over to his other nipple while quickening your attack on his sensitive pussy. So sensitive that it doesn't take much for him to come again. You groan in pleasure, loving the way he feels when he orgasms.

It causes you to come a second time, spilling your cum into him but this time forming a knot, making sure he's properly bred. You bite his chest, a circle of bite marks forming around his nipple. You do the same to the other side and then to his neck, digging your teeth in so deep that he bleeds. So deep, that he becomes your mate.

You wake up on your bed, unsure of how you got there. Your knot has yet to go down so you’re still inside Gorou, who’s sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face.

You quickly go to wake him up, panicking at the fact that he's likely going to end up carrying your child.

Gorou’s eyes slowly flutter open. “Mm?” He asks.

“I- I don't know what happened but- but we can't- I can't..” You frown. “I can't have a kid, I’m not ready, I-”

“You’re going to leave me? This is your fault!” He starts to fake cry. “You- you forced me to have sex with you!”

Your heart pangs. “I…I’m sorry, Gorou. I didn't know…I don't know what got into me..”

“I…I’ll forgive you, if you stay with me.”

“Okay..”

Gorou hugs you tightly. “Thank you.”

[thatone-brightstar]

Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (2/6)

a/n: I wanted to wait to post the next part but i suck at gatekeeping, so here ya go! Don't forget to like and repost or comment with the one you like the most! PS. lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is mentioned), creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m recieving), edging, I'll add more as they come up.

(nothing but nasty under the cut)

E is for: Edging.

It wasn’t something that he did intentionally, he swore it. He just didn’t want it to be over so soon, to stay inside your warm cunt a little longer. So each time your legs began to tremble and your eyelids scrunched closed, Carmy would slow down his movements and press sultry kisses to your groaning lips.

‘Carm- Bear, please-’ You begged, pride long lost. ‘- please, I can- I can’t take it anymore…’ 

He shushed you, caressing your tender lips with his. ‘It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…’ He repeated and pushed your thigh up against your chest. ‘I’m sorry… I got you.’ 

F is for: Frostbite.

There’s a strong pounding against the metal door where your hands rested shakingly, clouds of condensed breath puffing from your lungs. 

‘Yo-’ You heard someone shout from the other side, though your senses are too fucked out to understand another word. ‘We tried everything, you’re just gonna have to wait til the fridge guy gets here! You good in there?’ 

Carmy’s fingers scissored deep inside your walls as he added an extra finger to stretch you out and your hand flew up to drown out the mewl threatening to spill out.

‘Yeah-’ He answered back, slightly amused. ‘We’re good, it’s fine, we’ll wait…’ then his other hand crawls up to wrap around the front of your throat and push you fully against the walk-in door.

G is for: Gorgeous.

Soft sunkissed locks tickled the inside of your thighs with every rhythmic movement of his head, pulling sigh after ragged sigh from your chest. Your back arched off the mattress for what felt like the tenth time that morning and you couldn’t help but to look down at him once the bliss dissipated into tiny waves. Carmy peppered sweet kisses over the tender skin, unaware of your stare.

‘You’re gorgeous.’ You mumbled to him, resting up on your elbows to see him more clearly.

‘’Hmm?’ He’s too entranced in your skin to pay attention, finally lifting his head up to find your glistening eyes. 

‘You are gorgeous.’ You repeated and sat upright, cupping his cheeks and pulling his body towards you.

‘Shut up.’ Carmy answered with a soft chuckle and pressed his lips over yours.

H is for: Honey.

‘Open.’ Carmy requested from your right, or where you assumed his voice came from, past the thick makeshift blindfolds it was hard to see anything.

You followed his instructions and opened your mouth, a salty and creamy something soon being placed on your tongue. You moaned at the taste, chewing slowly to try and analyze the flavor. ‘...Brie?’ You answered after a while.

‘I’m amazed by your palette, really.’ He chuckled beside you. 

‘What can I say, I’m a prodigy.’ You joked back. ‘Okay, what’s next?’ You expected another instruction, but the room around you fell into a dead silence. ‘Carm?’ Your hand reached up to the blindfold, but before you can pull it off, his mouth catches you off guard.

Sticky sweet transferred from his fervent lips onto yours and you couldn’t stop the smile the taste sparked.

‘How ‘bout that? Can you guess it?’ His sultry breath caressed your still tingling cheeks.

__________

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry, @kirakombat, @redsakura101 , @hobisunshine13

[moonlightleafs]

Introducing Spathi Eleftheriou (spah-th-ee eh-leh-f-theh-ree-oo), a Fire Emblem Three Houses OC for @fe-oc-week! It's been a hot minute since I tried to design an OC, and this is my first time for a Fire Emblem game (pls be nice im bby) (pls clap). It's been a lot of fun! They're def not a self-insert by any means, but they do share some aspects of my personality and ethnic background.

I know I'm super late to this, I felt so inspired by everyone's wonderful characters this year (esp @peachiehambo's Yoona and @wild-moss-art's Moss). Couldn't resist!!

More about Spathi after the cut!

Spathi hails from the seaside city of Alatisitou (ah-lah-tee-see-too) in southwestern Almyra, on windswept plains where wheat flows in golden waves, and scents of sage and marjoram carry forever on the wind.

They're the only child of a warm, close-knit family of farmers situated on the city outskirts, among the tumbling cliffs and endless highland valleys that eventually cascade down to the ocean. It's a fitting home for a kid born with dreams in their feet and salt spray in their hair; infinite possibilities and a wide, sun-soaked sky always offering new opportunities.

Growing up, they'd often be found spending their free time exploring the arcadian landscape, climbing through old ruins and cyprus groves, and occasionally ambling around the city proper to watch the sleek trading ships ply wares from far-flung lands.

They tend to be quiet and observant in public, but are extremely energetic, talkative, and personable with their friends, who would readily attest that Spathi is an indispensable one-person hype squad. You couldn't ask for someone better to gas you up when you're feeling down.

Their family grows wheat and olives in their humble fields and orchards for export and local sale. Spathi devotes themself to their family's well-being and works hard to ensure good harvests.

That's kinda all I've got so far, lol. Might add more to this later as other ideas come to mind! Some other broad stats for Spathi, in no particular order:

Their name translates to 'Sword of Freedom'

They're non-binary, their preferred pronouns are they/them and sometimes she/they

They're 19 years old when they enroll at Garreg Mach

They're 6'2" tall and are somewhat clumsy

They're passionate about breadmaking and all things bread-related

Their favorite flower is marigold

Their favorite spice is basil

Their favorite treat is mastic, a chewable resin from native trees with a bitter flavor that gives way to refreshing notes of pine and cedar (also delicious steeping into a cup of cool water!)

Their favorite tea is chamomile with a splash of wild honey and vanilla

They love to play the mandolin and pan flute, and they love to sing

They have a soft and sometimes raspy voice

They're a good sailor, though the family could never afford a ship larger than a catboat.

They fucking love boardgames dude!!!

At the academy, they have strong proficiencies with Sword, Faith, and Reason, and weak proficiency with Authority.

Anyway hope you like them!!

[luvkirby4ever]

Sorry about the Garfield spam on main. I don't think I've ever mentioned it here but as children my siblings and I loved Garfield & Friends. My sister used to collect the books and I used to borrow them and spend afternoons reading them on the living room couch. It's something I have a soft spot for.

...That said, I'm so fucking sick of Ch*is Pr*tt being everywhere. Dude's an asshole and a prime example of why casting celebrities instead proper voice actors sucks. Voice acting is a talent that is completely different from regular acting! Hire people who are vocally talented to voice characters!! Not everyone can be Robin Williams or Christopher Lloyd!!!!

Maybe I just sound like a 90's kid boomer but there's something incredibly special and fun about letting talented voice actors flourish. People like Tara Strong (Timmy Turner, Raven, Twilight Sparkle, Bubbles, Omi, Dil Pickles, Terrence [Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends], a million other roles) and Jim Cummings (Pete [Disney], Pooh and Tigger [from the 90's through the 2010's], Darkwing Duck [and Negaduck in the Ducktales Reboot!], Rasputin's singing voice in Anastasia [whose speaking lines were by the aforementioned Cristopher Lloyd]) are legends in their field. Tell me that the absolute talent and range of these actors isn't astounding! Voice actors are fucking dope!!!!

I don't want to have to settle for mediocre voices. Sure, Mario and Garfield in their respective movies were okay. But why settle for "okay"???????? I fucking love Mario stuff! There are so many people out there who could add their own unique flavor to Mario! Why are we settling for basic general white dude with no particularly distinguished style????

Tldr; sorry for Garfield spam. Got sidetracked thinking about how much I hate how celebrities taking away from voice talent.

(*I censored his name because I do not want this showing up under that particular tag)

[harteatiing]

" Ewwww......is that a brain? That's fucking disgusting dude."

(LOL I'm sorry but I had to send in something with Adam weirded out by Alastor. XD)

@lettherebemonsters // unprompted

Heedless of the First Man's discomfort, Alastor continues his meal, silver fork held primly betwixt blood red claws. The side of the utensil is more than enough to cut a piece of the organ from the whole and its prongs spear the morsel just as easily. The Radio Demon introduces the creamy slice of meat into his grinning jaws and chews away happily with no regard paid to his audience.

Brains are quite a treat-- both to cook and to eat, in Alastor's expert opinion. After all, any fool with a decent heat source and the faintest idea of seasoning can make something edible from a flank steak or a piece of pork belly. Organ meats are a challenge, requiring both knowledge and skill in spades-- culinary alchemy. Brains, in particular, require meticulous preparation-- including extraction and cleaning-- and necessitates an adept hand in layering flavor in order to truly make the delightful texture shine.

The light, subtle flavors of bay leaf and lemon blending perfectly with the poached dish's inherent delicacy tell the sinner that his efforts have all been worth his time. This is a sweet success, a boost to his pride in the kitchen, and it is made all the sweeter by the look of disgust on Adam's face.

Alastor finishes chewing his food-- it would be a shame to rush through such a lovely meal, after all-- and red eyes finally fix on the fallen exorcist general. The Radio Demon is all smiles, of course, but those eyes are dead cold.

" It's quite delicious, actually; brains are a traditional meal in many places, you know, and they can be enjoyed in many ways ! Why, with the proper preparation, you would never even recognize what you were eating as a brain-- when poached and seasoned with strong flavors, it's easy to hide in just about anything. The texture is quite smooth, so in many cases it only adds to the overall experience of consumption and its individual flavor is easy to overpower. Of course, it's lovely as the centerpiece of a dish as well, such as this one-- Oh, or breaded and fried ! "

He can't help but revel in the one-sided discussion as he rambles on, relishing the revulsion. How can he help himself ? Adam isn't the only human soul capable of holding grudges.

Filtered voice dripping with malice, Alastor continues. " You know, I didn't expect you to be so squeamish-- why not try a bite ? "

[sakiyaki-sashimi]

Hear me out, project sekai groups based on color would be GOATED

(Btw keep in mind I’m probably gonna fuck up who has what color because this is about the color of their ✨ SPIRIT ✨ and also I tried to keep multiples of the same group out so all of the interactions would be new but do tag other groups that you think would be better color matches!)

Warm Colors/Brown Group:

The Shinonomes

The Tenmas

Minori

HOW BANGIN IS THAT?! THATS SO GOOD???? AKITOS DEEPER VOICE WITH ENAS STRONG ONE, TSUKASA BACKING WITH THE STRONG VOCALS WITH ENA! MINORI AND SAKI HAVING THE SWEETEST VOICES TO BALANCED IT ALL OUT?! It’s perfect

Pink Group!:

Airi

Emu

Mizuki

Honame

Kohane

This group is so fluffy!!! I love how they’re all just various flavors of pop sounding XD Emu and Mizuki would have THE STRONGEST VOCALS TOGETHER OMG. AND HONAME AND AIRI?! ID LOSE MY DAMN MIND. Also just how cute Kohane and Mizu or Kohane and Hona would be??? Luv em

Blue/Purple Group:

Rui

Haruka

Ichika

An

Mafuyu

This group seems random as hell, and it is, but here me out. Rui and Haruka would be SUCH A POWERHOUSE OF VOICE, and Haru mixed with An??? An Rui mixed with An?????!! BEAUTIFUL! Ichika and Mafuyu blend the strong voices into something softer but still emotional, and I just feel like this would be THE. COVER. GROUP. I just love the idea of them lol

And lastly, the Pastel/White/Other group????:

Shizuku

Toya

Nene

Shiho

Kanade

Okay, so I have no excuse for the color choice of this one. It’s essentially a grab bag of all the characters I forgot to add in the other ones! Literally even the color I’m representing this with is just the last different color tumblr had to offer. Woohoo! Coincidentally, they’re all the quiet ones in their group for the most part. Mayhaps that’s why I forgot about them XD I think they would still sound really good though. They might seem same-y on the outside, but I just think they would blend really well. They all might have “softer vocals” but they all bring something to the table! Toya brings a strength to the vocals that they’d need, and Shiho would bring some depth. Shizuku would have a smoothness that would make every song beautiful and Nene would provide such emotion! Also Kanade could fit into any of these categories in one way or another and would just be great to bring the whole group together, so even if I botched the color I didn’t botch the sound! XD

Those are my groups I want if they redid April fools, thanks for coming to my tedtalk!!

[jedimaster3000]

cielito, estás en casa.

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Fluff, smut.

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, mentions of guns, PTSD, explicit smut. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 4.2k+

A/N: I’ve never written for Javi before but so many talented people have, so I’m terrified. But also, this is very self-indulgent so it’s fine if it’s not everyone else’s cup of tea. I just want to have Javi as my happy housewife y’all, that’s el sueño del pibe as I would call it in Spanish. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Javier always drank coffee, first thing in the morning. In the solitude of his apartment in Bogotá, one of those tucked away in some corner of a building. It was the apartment of a single man, three dishes always piled, boxes of cigarettes scattered around, body spray left in several spots, he always had his coffee machine plugged in and ready to go.

He drank one cup right after waking up, when his mind still hadn’t caught up and his headaches were not very strong, with a naked torso and the last remains of cluelessness slipping away.

He drank the second cup right when he arrived at the Embassy, after trying to avoid those damn C.I.A. fuckers and nodding to Steve. He cursed his second cup, sometimes begging for it to give it an answer, to clear his mind, to help him.

“You’re gonna drown, Peña,” Murphy used to say.

The flavor of the coffee itself brought him peace, it just wasn’t always enough. But the notes of chocolate, herbs, and some citrusy acidity he couldn’t quite figure out always had him thanking Colombia for all the good it had done for the world. Right after being reminded that a plane had just exploded because a fucking psycho wanted to play politics.

His hands were usually shaking, might have been the coffee, might have been the constant itch or instinct to grab his gun. His mind was always at a hurried pace, looking for the next lead, talking to a different informant, running after another hitman. Javier sometimes grabbed his last cup of coffee, the one before his shift started, so strongly that his knuckles turned white, and his hands stopped shaking.

He used to take a deep breath before the last gulp, getting ready, and when he downed his drink, he felt as if he had just taken liquid courage. A false sense of security ran through his veins for as long as the coffee made effect.

You pour the second mug full and add some creamer to the first, smaller one, before taking them both into your hands and walking back to your room, barefoot.

The thin, bright stripes of sunlight that illuminate little spots with intensity make you happy like it was supposed to. An unconscious, slight smile forms on your lips when you walk through them.

You open the door by pushing it with your hip and then softly close it by pushing it with your elbow. The curtains are in a perfect position, almost fully closed, with just two inches left in between them to allow the same amount of sunlight in as there is in other parts of the house.

You set the two mugs on your bedside table and climb back into bed, crawling until you reach the man beneath the sheets.

“Morning,” you kiss his cheek.

Javier sleeps soundly, comfortably, on his right side, laying on his stomach with one arm hanging out of the bed. He had turned away from you when you got up to make coffee.

He hums low, and without moving, you kiss his cheek again.

“Time to wake up,” you whisper.

He hums again and moves around until he has you pressed against his chest again, eyes still closed, face hidden in the crook of your neck, he sighs.

“Let’s stay in bed all day,” he says in his low, just woken up voice.

“You know I have to go to work baby,” you move a hand up until it was buried in his messy hair, slowly scratching it, even though you know it only makes him more sleepy.

“You could quit,” he notes, “I did.”

You giggle slightly and say, “Or you could just let me go.” You lay your head on top of his, “I made coffee.”

He gives in, letting you go so he can sit straight and grab the mug with his so precious drink.

As you pick your clothes for work you constantly eye him, sometimes catch him looking at you, and other times watching that little spot of sunlight that gets into your shared room.

He is peaceful, lost in the beauty of mundanity, lost in the domestic life he has finally gotten used to after so long.

“Javier,” you had whispered, fear crippling in your voice.

“It’s not loaded,” he had said, without looking at you. “The bullets are here,” he pointed to the drawer.

“You don’t need that, honey,” you softly said.

“How do you know?”

When his eyes found you he was somewhere else, stuck in another time, reliving a memory he couldn’t see well but knew exactly how it felt. The fear and desperation ran all over him just like they did in Colombia.

And all he had done was turn on the news…

He doesn’t curse his second cup of coffee, he adds some creamer once in a while if he feels like it. He sits at the kitchen table and reads five pages of any book before his day starts.

He closes the book and takes another bite of the pancakes.

“What’s the weather today?” He asks.

“Not sure,” you shrug, “seems like it’ll be hot all day.”

He leans back into his chair and looks out the window, briefly analyzing the view when a smile forms on his lips, and he turns back to you.

“We could go to the lake later,” he says.

And you cannot help but smile at his excitement for this, his willingness to go outside and enjoy his day, his eyes shining bright, and his heart beating in a beautiful rhythm of love and joy.

He reaches out and grabs your hand.

“I would love that,” you answer.

Your elbows then find their place on the table, and your hands touch each other above it, without intertwining, just fingers touching and sometimes moving. You give each other reassurance.

I stay here, with you, even when I’m not around.

“Baby, I’m fine, I’m—“

“You don’t know that!” You heard his desperate cry on the other side of the line.

Your heart broke, and your eyes were filled with tears in an instant. He was at home, safe, and you were at work, also safe. Something had caused him to call and ask a thousand questions about the security of your workplace.

Javier didn’t talk about the things that bothered him, he sat on them and expected they would go away. He ignored the bad dreams, the loud sounds, but sometimes it broke him.

Suddenly he was back there, in the middle of a war he couldn’t win, with allies he didn’t know, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He cared, he cared too deeply after everything. That had been his downfall.

He was scared.

“Javi, I can’t do this…” you had said with trembling voice. “I can’t marry you like this, I won’t stand aside and see you suffer.”

He was trying to steady his breathing, you heard it, it sounded like he had just run for 10 minutes without stopping. He remained silent as he tried to recompose.

“I can be through…” he said, “with all of it… I can try…”

You crossed two of your fingers together and nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

“I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes,” you announced.

And he was willing to try, he was going to put things apart, remind himself he was not in Colombia anymore. He was coming home.

“Okay,” he agreed.

Retired Javier Peña spends his days the way he never thought he would, the way he didn’t think he deserved: peacefully.

He cleans the house, makes lunch and dinner, he folds clothes, and he takes a walk around the “neighborhood” that’s actually just a green area before the forest, before the lake.

Javier has stopped waking up in the middle of the night, after years, he has thrown away his gun, the new wrinkles that have settled on his handsome face are not from constantly frowning but from smiling. And man does he look better than ever at 45 years old.

He only now sees that he loves all of it. He loves the quiet, he loves the smell of trees, the slow walk, and he loves you.

He gets to wake up every morning next to the best woman in the entire world, he makes you laugh, cooks for you, kisses you, and then has all of you at his disposition. He’s gentle, the hands that don’t shake anymore make their way across your body softly, as if it would break, as if you’re irreplaceable because to him, you are.

Like everybody else, there are some harder days. Sometimes he grips your hand a little stronger in the morning, especially on the rainy days when the sun can’t work its magic on him, those days he makes an effort. He showers and he puts on nicer clothes, he makes his coffee extra sweet, he holds you tighter before you leave for work, he takes deeper breaths and reminds himself of all the skills he has developed.

He writes. Javier has a journal, one that was a gift from you and he has taped a polaroid of you to its cover.

I feel some of the weight I used to, I had a bad dream.

He’s no poet, but he takes a deep breath and keeps going.

But I won’t let it consume me, I have everything, I have her. She’s real, that dream was not.

He goes on his walk and he thinks of things to be thankful for.

Javier is present, he stays here, and when it’s you who needs him, he stands tall and becomes a rock for as long as you need.

“How do you feel?”

Your eyes had opened a little wider at hearing him ask a question like that. It wasn’t the question, it was the way he said it. As if he needed answers, as if he knew how to help as if he had something to say about the anxieties spinning around your head.

For once, you were the one sitting on feelings, because you didn’t want him to put up with your shit when he had enough of his own.

You had moved uncomfortably on the couch and tilted your head sideways.

“Uhm…” you muttered, “I guess…”

He leaned back into the armchair, bringing the mug to his lips so he could take a sip without his eyes losing you for even a second.

His left hand slid across the arm and you swallowed.

You focused on another point and said, “I feel like it was all my fault,” you nodded, “and it keeps coming at me, just like… I don’t know, it’s like—“

“Like it won’t let you take a breath without remembering it,” he completed.

You found his eyes, and you searched deeply, but the hurt you had seen before had now been replaced by something else, something warmer and softer.

He continued, “You did everything you could,” his fingers twitched around his mug as if he was encouraging himself to keep going. “Maybe… instead of thinking about what else you could have done, you might wanna start thinking about what you have done… and all the good things that have come from it…”

God, you loved him. You were so proud of him.

You smiled, despite everything that was going on inside your head.

“Wow,” you said, “Are you a therapist now? I like it, it’s hot.”

He chuckled and put his mug to rest on the coffee table in front of him.

“No, God no,” he shook his head, “I’ve just learned a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe not everything is as bad as I thought,” he shrugged, “There’s always some sunlight that can get in or something like that.”

You walk into the room with the cover-up loosely tied around your waist, drops of water falling around because of your hair and you laugh as Javier finally enters the room.

Naked, fully naked. Wet and naked.

He stands with his back pressed to the door, panting, with the water dripping down his face and his chest. Your legs involuntarily press together and when he smirks, you know he has seen it now.

“What is it, girl?” He asks.

“It’s just funny,” you say, trying to get a comeback and win. You lift his swimming shorts drenched and show them to him, before letting them fall.

“You had to run naked to the house, is funny right?” You say, giggling, “Is it cold outside, honey?”

He decides it’s enough, and he starts walking towards you slowly, like a predator stalking his prey and suddenly you are the one who feels naked, even though it’s the other way around. You sit on the bed and put one hand on each side of you as he stands tall over you.

“Then why are you all heated up?” He asks, grabbing both of your cheeks, with one hand, making you look straight into his eyes.

He’s right, the room feels hotter just by having him so close to you. And the way his eyes reflect so much desire and hunger makes your legs press together again. You want him.

He leans down to kiss you, and what starts as a gentle kiss grows into a hungrier one, devouring you with his mouth. His teeth pull your lower lip and then soothe it with his tongue.

He doesn’t have to say a word before you’re taking your top off yourself, letting it fall somewhere forgotten. He pushes you back, without separating, and he undoes your cover-up before he throws it away.

Your hands disappear into his hair, desperately pushing him more into you, not wanting him to stop kissing you for a second. He tastes so good, not like cigarettes anymore, but minty goodness and heaven, if that ever had a flavor.

He inevitably separates from you to start kissing other parts of your body, you whine and he lowly chuckles.

“Impatient.”

He kisses down your jaw, your neck, your chest, he runs his tongue over one of your breasts and you lean into the warmth of his mouth.

And this isn’t even one of the best things his tongue can accomplish.

He has you so wet with some simple kisses on your body, and you’re so desperate to keep him close that you grab him by the shoulders, afraid he might slip away.

He notices and says, “What do you want, angel?”

Your mind is all foggy, having him so close to your heat but not yet touching him has you writhing with something similar to pain.

You can’t say a word.

“What do you need, baby?” He asks again.

That’s it. Not pain, need.

“You, Javi.”

He rips your bottoms off and delves into you without a second thought. The first lap of his tongue through your folds makes your eyes close and your mouth open as a groan makes its way out.

The way his tongue takes you it’s slow at first, just like his kiss was, and he grows hungrier and angrier, going from your clit to your entrance and back again. He takes everything you have and wishes he could have more.

“Fuck, Javi…”

“My precious girl,” he says next to your thigh, “taste so good.”

He pushes a finger into you and you cry out again, pushing your hips up and he uses his other hand to keep you in place, right on his face, right where he wants you.

When his second finger enters you, you try to grab his hand and say, “It’s too much, baby I—“

“You can do it, baby, come on,” his pace quickens, “Just a little more.”

His other hand leaves your body so he can start stroking himself to try to satiate the need for just a few seconds, it’s not enough, when he has you like this, but it’ll have to do until you come.

Which happens just when his third finger curls into you, you pull a fistful of his hair as your orgasm vibrates through your body, making you tremble.

You need more, you had a taste, but you want more.

Thank God that Javi is willing to give you so much.

He stands tall again, still stroking himself with his right hand as he looks down, taking in the sight of the sheen of your body, your half-lidded eyes, and your parted mouth that keeps panting.

He swipes a finger across your forehead to get rid of a drop of sweat.

“You’re perfect,” he kisses you, “you’re fucking perfect, I want you all the time.”

You smile and look into his eyes.

“Then take all of me, please.”

He lines himself and takes one more look at you. He asks himself how did he get so lucky, how did you two manage to find each other after all the craziness he had gone through. He thanks whoever is above, whether it’s his mom, some god, or someone else.

He pushes into you and as you part for him, he lets out a groan and closes his eyes when he bottoms out.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispers, “You feel so good…”

“More, please, more…”

He grabs your hips with a firmer grip and thrusts in and out of you at a perfect pace that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your fingers are buried in his head again, foreheads touching as you keep him close.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” you beg, “Please, please, please, you fuck me so good Javi…”

Little whines get out of you as he reaches the perfect spot inside you over and over again. His cock fits perfectly into you, and the feel of it inside your pussy is the best in the world. You’re close again.

You keep asking him for more, and he delivers just that, with kisses and praises in the middle. Javier is the most loving person every day, and when he’s inside you he turns love into an art form, one that he has perfected and keeps just for you.

Your orgasm hits as he leaves a mark on the left side of your neck, you pull his hair again and he hisses at the feeling, chuckling lowly at the sensation of light pain and pleasure mixing.

“Fuck, angel…” he mutters, “That’s it… You get so tight when you come for me…”

He starts losing it again as you come down from your high, panting and kissing any part of him that’s available. He keeps you close and thrusts into you in a gentler way, the one he follows when he needs to come.

“You make me feel so good, Javi…” you kiss his jaw.

“Tell me, girl,” he asks and groans.

“I want you all day,” a kiss, “all the time,” another one, “I love how you fuck me… I love all of you…”

He bites your shoulder when he comes and you moan at the feeling, taking a deep breath and stopping to enjoy the feeling. Javi stills as he hides in the crook of your neck, muttering your name as if he’s using it like a prayer.

You scratch his head with one hand and soothe his back with the other one.

“You okay, Javi?”

Javier doesn’t think he’s ever heard his name as you say it, there’s so much more, so much behind it. You say it and it means kindness, it means beauty, it means love. He wants you to keep saying it, in every possible situation.

He says your name with just as much devotion. His favorite person, his personal paradise, his angel.

“I feel great,” he responds before kissing you again.

You had been nervous, extremely anxious from the moment he told you that he wanted you to make a decision. You had consulted with so many people, seen so many places, bit a couple of nails off, and maybe even overreacted into thinking that you should get a Xanax prescription.

It was an important decision, you wanted to make it right.

Javier had been away for so long, lost for so long, and mistreated himself for so long. You had gotten to know him and have learned that he didn’t deserve it. He was a good man, and you wanted to be the one to show him that.

That’s why you had agreed to go on that first date to a bar with him, why you agreed on going on a second date, and eventually agreed to marry him. And you agreed to find a house for the two of you, a place that both of you could call home.

You knew from the very beginning that you wouldn’t be too strict on your part, that the place that made him feel at home would be enough to put you at ease and find a place in his chest to call it your home.

You visited places downtown and also uptown, but none of them seemed good enough. All of them too stiff, too cold, too closed. All things that Javi didn’t want to be anymore.

But then you found it.

That small house 30 minutes away from the city, at the end of the world. Tucked at the end of a road, surrounded by trees, bushes, and wildflowers that grew even out of the spaces between the wood that made out the porch. It needed some painting, changing two doors, and also deep cleaning. It was a work in progress.

But so was everything else in life, at least everything else that was worth it.

The door creaked as you pushed it open and the hall was immediately illuminated by the sunlight leaking in from behind you. You stepped into the house, that even with the lights off, felt like the brightest star in the middle of the night sky.

You took another look around you, the now clean place with freshly painted walls suddenly seemed too empty, too bland. You hugged yourself to try and comfort yourself from that feeling of anxiety that was trying to crawl its way back into you.

“What do you think?” You asked without turning around.

You heard Javier’s footsteps step closer to you and just when you felt his arms wrapping around yours, you relaxed into his touch.

“It’s very nice,” he said and kissed your head.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, “I like how the sunlight fills the place.”

You smiled and let out a deep breath.

“C’mon,” you grabbed his hand, “I’ll show you around.”

Javi had a different sort of shine in his eyes, maybe it was the natural light, maybe it was tears because of some allergies, maybe he was just happy. You couldn’t stop smiling as he pointed out little things, like where he could put his coffee set up, where he could have some bookshelves, and where he’d put pictures of his dad.

When you lost him for a second, you turned around and found him walking down the few steps that lead into the large backyard, with the view of the forest in the distance and the sun finally starting to set.

You stood behind him and he called your name.

“Come here.”

Before you had a chance to sit down he grabbed you and pressed you tight to himself, his face burying into your belly and his hands pressing the back of your thighs. You put a hand to the back of his neck and just kept him there.

All I want for you is to be okay honey, you repeated in your head.

“This is home, Javi…”

“You’re my home, angel.”

Whatever else had changed in the last two years of marriage was mostly for the better, you found a better job, Javier had developed a hobby of reading more books in Spanish, and you both had created a tradition of having a picnic at least once a month, near the lake.

At this age, that was often wrongly looked at as a moment when people start to get too old and too grumpy, you two have never felt younger. That’s how love feels, like an everlasting youth that makes you want to run through a field full of sunflowers.

“Last name of the original drummer of the Rolling Stones?” You ask.

Javi looks up from his task of making sandwiches.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious,” you say before stealing another slice of tomato.

“We’re married.”

“Yeah, I know,” you continue, “Which is why you should help your wife finish this crossword.”

“What’s the next question?” He giggles, “You’re gonna ask me who directed E.T.?”

You take a quick scan of the crossword sheet in front of you and look up at him again through your eyelashes, trying to hide your laugh.

“Oh no,” he says, dropping the knife and bread on the table, he walks back and leans into the sink.

“I mean, I can try guessing,” you say and he finds your eyes.

He sees you sitting there, in the green t-shirt that he once wore in some stressful situations and he cannot come up with one right now, all of them have been replaced for moments like these, clips of you that play inside his head whenever he does anything around this house.

He walks back to the counter and puts two hands on top of it, leaning to give you a soft kiss, he separates from you just when he can smell the coffee is ready. The smell he has definitely turned into another 6-letter-word for “peace”.

He sighs in a dream-like way and calls your name.

“Yes, honey?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, mi cielo.”

[rin-hanarin]

Some random dirkjohn ideas/headcanons, I realized that I've never written anything down despite having a lot of scenarios I can't really elaborate any further. Mostly fluff.

Dirk finds John's random temper tantrums hilarious and entertaining, but has to reassure him that these rants aren't annoying afterwards. He likes seeing John's genuine sides, even if John himself is ashamed of them.

John likes seeing Dirk in the morning after he actually has a good night's sleep because it's his most natural relaxed state. Dirk is disheveled and groggy, his hair is longer when it's down so it sticks out in every direction, he has marks from the sheets on his skin and his morning voice is deep and raspy and sounds like growling sometimes. There's nothing artificial about him and John likes it the most (plus he appreciates that Dirk trusts him enough to even show him this side.)

Dirk can tell random specific stuff about John, for example, he can tell when he loses or gains weight and creeps him the fuck out with the idea. Dirk is generally very observant, and he can’t stop trying to figure out everything about John. John teases him for it, but in actuality he’s very flustered by such pure interest, he’s never considered himself to be particularly exceptional or worth studying in such detail.

John secretly uses his Breath powers to clean the air in Dirk's house and increase the amount of oxygen in it. Dirk's sleeping patterns improve despite his dramatic complaints that he feels like shit in the morning. John never tells him, but Dirk has his suspicions because sometimes it's too much oxygen and he gets clocked out too fast.

John makes very strong tea or coffee to keep himself awake, and Dirk is wired for the longest time after he tries some of his brews. He jokes that he thought that Jade was the witch and not John with his wicked elixirs.

John doesn't like sweets, but he's not terrible at baking and only lacks practice, which is surprising even to himself. He begrudgingly asks Jane if Dirk has any favorites so he can maybe possibly but not definitely learn how to make some for him. Jane finds it endearing despite having second thoughts about their relationship in general. John and Jane bond over baking, and John even shares some stories about his Dad after years of avoiding the topic. Dirk doesn't have favorites, he likes trying new things, especially sweets he didn't have many chances to try. John ends up not being satisfied with his baking endeavors and asks Jane to not tell Dirk about what happened, despite Jane's best attempts to reassure him that they were fine, maybe not very sweet, but completely fine. She secretly adds some finishing touches and gives the sweets to Dirk anyway. He has no idea and just assumes that Jane is experimenting with flavors and that's why some of the cakes are distinctly more bitter.

John teaches Dirk how to play the piano and some basic music theory he knows, and Dirk shows him music programs, explaining the tools in a way that makes John laugh instead of paying attention. They end up trying to make music together and spend hours just fooling around with silly remixes. John actually gives Dirk some improvised piano samples and is very impressed with what he’s able to do with them, but doesn’t tell him that so it doesn’t get to his head. Their actual project would be a calm song with emphasis on the piano because Dirk doesn't want to overshadow what John has to offer (something like this)

Dirk is a warmer person, he doesn't get cold easily, so he often wears short sleeved shirts and tank tops, but he hates the cold and the snow and never really gets used to it. John's hands are constantly cold, but he doesn't really care about the cold itself and wears oversized long sleeved shirts mostly out of preference. Dirk likes to use the cold as an excuse to hug him for warmth, John half-heartedly complains, but hugs him back anyway, both pretend that they don’t just hug for the sake of it.

Dirk could've just built himself an air conditioner, but it never occurs to John who just abuses his Windy Thing at all times and just uses it when it's too hot and doesn't really mind being cuddled when it's cold. Dirk knows that and sneakily uses it for his benefit. He has an heir conditioner instead.

[buckyhoney-library]

volume control, b.b

A/N: Hope all is well, please give me feedback about what you think about this one, I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Request: Hi, I'm not sure if your taking requests right now. But if you are, could you do a Bucky x reader smut where the reader loses her voice so Bucky tries to see how loud she can get in bed without her voice? Thank you. You're an amazing writer.

Warnings: language, 18+, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (no glove, no love)

Word Count: 2.8k

Your POV

     The warm ginger flavored tea cooled the burning sensation of my throat. It seemed to be the only thing that I had tried that had calmed the feeling. Laryngitis had made an appearance this week, completely wrecking the use of my voice. Every time I tried to speak; I sound like a boy going through puberty.

     The last couple of days had the worst in terms of soreness- luckily that part is over. All that seems to be left of the illness is the voice cracks and inability to talk about a whisper. It has become more annoying than anything.

      Every time respond to Bucky, you could see the amount of self-control it was taking not to laugh or make a joke about the croaking.

     Dressed in only black spandex and a t-shirt, I pulled myself off the couch with my empty mug in hand. The couch seemed to be my home for the past week. I had called out of work for the week. Knowing that trying to talk to clients while sounding like a pubescent boy wouldn’t be very professional.

     Calling out of work had proven to be more beneficial in more ways than one. It allowed more time to be able to spend more time with my moody boyfriend and catching up on shows that I had been putting off.

     Bucky called off his avengers’ duties this week and took care of me while I wrestled with the illness. Trading in his weapons for running to the store to grab more boxes of tea, throat lozenges, and a variety of ramen.

“How many of those have you been though?” Bucky questions walking past me pouring the hot water in my mug.

     I pulled out a fresh box, ripping the cardboard lid open. It really did seem like we tried everything to relieve the pain. Spoons of honey, throat lozenges, saltwater, nothing helped other than tea. This means I have been drinking it like a madwoman.

“This is the second box since last night,” My voice cracking at the end. We’re making slight progress, the voice cracks getting further apart. I gesture to the bottle of honey; he grabs it from the counter handing it to me, shaking his head.

“You should probably slow down, you’re not gonna have enough for later.”

“That’s why I have you to get me more,” This time he doesn’t hold back on the laughs when he hears the faint cracks and strain. I turn back around in protest of his action, pretending to be upset at him.

     In reality, it was hard to stay irritated with him when he laughs. The pureness of the sound and the smile that would take up his whole face never failed to make me smile.

    He comes up from behind me, wrapping his arm around my torso. With his body pressing against mine, the coolness of the metal against my arms sent shivers down my spine. The hair on his chin tickling my shoulder, watching me as I finish pouring the honey.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, you’re not feeling good” He mumbles, his lips nipping at the base of my neck. Moving my neck to the side, granting him more access to it.

    Bucky peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder. This action causing me to giggle and buck my hips against his and gripping the edge for the counter for support. A small breathy groan leaves his mouth when my hips made contact with his.

“I’m feeling fine now,” I manage to whisper without the croaking sound. He twists my waist, forcing my body to turn and face his. I look up at his blue eyes, they were darker than normal. His facial hair grown out a bit making him look softer and cuddlier.

“You sound better,” Bucky taunted, his voice had gotten lower and his eyes looking down at the gap between our bodies.

“Does it?” As soon as I thought my voice wasn’t going to crack, the words fall out cracked and broken. Ruining the seriousness of my tone.

Bucky rolls his lips in holding back a laugh.

“So good, baby,” Bucky slides his hands underneath the bottom of my shirt.

     A breathy whine escaping my lips, feeling his cool hand along the sides of my hips. His eyebrows rose at the sound,

“You sound so sexy,” His tone lowered and his eyes piercing mine. I pressed my body to him, wrapping my bare arms around his neck. His lips connecting with mine and his arms pulling me tighter, trying to eliminate any and all space between us. 

I can feel his bulge forming against my pelvis- all because of a moan.

     Sinking into each other, our lips matching in rhythm and pace. A raspy yelp leaving my lips as I feel a harsh smack against my right ass cheek. Completely forgetting the only thing separating it was thin spandex- Bucky’s favorite article of clothing. He says it is one of his favorite things that we have created.

     He liked the way it made my ass jiggle and moved with whenever I took a step. He especially went crazy when they’re rid up when I’d grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen, exposing the bottoms of my ass. He never failed to smack it, sometimes leaving his handprint through the fabric.

    Bucky’s flesh hand grabbing a fist full of ass and jiggling it himself. His release of the flesh causing me to whine again.

    The bulge that was currently trapped in his basketball shorts, started to throb. If only I could take it in my mouth and relieve all the pent-up pressure.

     Bucky’s lips moved away from mine but kissing alongside my jawline and down my throat. His hands now gripping my hips preparing me to jump back onto the kitchen island. I jumped, allowing him to guide me onto the cold granite.

     With his lips disconnecting from the side of my neck, his eyes peering into mine. It’s as if I could read his mind, knowing exactly what he wants. All I do is nod,

“I want to hear you moan, baby,” His hands teasing the waistband of the spandex. Dipping his fingers inside, but not going far. The feeling making my cunt moisten.

     Bucky’s true talent was his ability to tease. He was never in a rush, always took his time making sure that I was dripping before even daring to pull his dick out. It was like he got off on that the sight of the arousal dripping down the sides of my cunt.

“I want to see if you can still get loud,” My breath hitches, and my core tightening. My chest rises and falls heavier at the thought.

     As vocal as I am in bed, Bucky never put to the test how loud I could go. He was always satisfied with how vocal I ended being. What he loved, even more, was seeing me struggle to keep quiet. Teasing my clit with his fingers till I couldn’t help but moan.

     Bucky’s fingers starting in slow circles, watching me twitch and shudder. He’d dip his fingers inside gathering all the juices and using it to add pleasure. He’d moan at the sight of how visibly hard it was for me to stay silent. Some nights, he’d give me a towel or blanket to bite down on. Other nights, he’d want to see me struggle and wouldn’t give me anything to help.

    The moment I would make even the tiniest of whimpers, the pleasure would be ripped from me and I would be left not being able to cum till I could prove I could do it.

Those nights he was ruthless. Edging me till I was in tears.

Every time he’d pull away, making it almost painful to stay quiet the next time.

      I spread my legs giving him access to the place that was about to cause me a great deal of regret. His fingers slide inside the waistband of the shorts, bucking my hips at the contact. His fingers quickly being removed before they touched my clit.

“You fucking tease,” My voice was barely audible, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. Without any sort of permission, I removed my shirt. My breast dropped and Bucky’s eyes flickered to my bare chest, lighting up instantly. My nipples already hardening at exposure to the cold air.

     Within seconds, Bucky taking one in his mouth and his hand squeezing and kneading the other harshly. Eagerly tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. I whimpered with every tug. I could see the smile on his face when I looked down.

     I wrapped my arms loosely around his head, keeping him focused on my breast. The only movement being when he’d move off the other giving attention to it. The nipping and tugging making my cunt completely soaked. I could feel it soaking through the spandex. The harsh treatment towards my breasts making the ache between my legs so strong, I thought Bucky could feel it.

   Bucky took his time giving each breast a moment to be assaulted, leaving them both sore. I silently prayed that my cunt was next.

    Bucky pulled away from my breasts, removing his shirt. The sight of his abdomen and dog tags, causing my pussy to throb a little harder. He places lips on my collarbone, slowly laying back on the counter and shoving the opened mail and assignment files on the floor.

    The combination of the cold granite and his hand made my back arch. He placed small kisses down my stomach till he got to my naval- that’s when he started to drag his tongue down till he got to the band of my spandex. I hold my breath as he removes my shorts, finally exposing my slick cunt. 

    I pushed my hips into the counter motioning the need for something to relieve the throbbing.

“So pretty, baby…” Bucky murmurs sliding his middle finger down the sopping wet folds, teasing my entrance. His finger only sliding into the first knuckle, he still standing while he does so. A scratchy moan getting past my lips.

“Yes, baby, I want to hear you.” Without warning he inserts two fingers and curling them, hitting the spongey tissue. My walls start contracting.

My throat tensing as I unexpectedly whine at the feeling.

“Good girl, I know you can get louder.”  Bucky eyes not leaving mine, I am now propped on my elbows and grinding my hips into his fingers. He adds his metal thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Bucky removed his fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my lips.

    I open my lips enough for his fingers to enter. I sucked the clean, tasting myself. The saliva from my mouth being used as lubrication before he slid them back inside. The circles around my clit become faster. Our eyes met and his pace quickened. My jaw-dropping from the pure pleasure of his fingers. His mouth dropping with mine and his eyes darkened as he watched my body start to jerk.

A string of curses left my mouth and my vocal cords struggling to get any sound out.

“You’re doing so good” I laid back down, feeling my limbs fall weak to the feeling of my orgasm approaching. The soreness of my throat getting tighter, but not caring.

     Bucky crouched down coming eye to eye with my cunt, still fingering fucking my entrance. His thumb left my clit, but it was replaced with his lips. His tongue swirling around the bud. His facial hair scratching the sides of my legs adding more sensation down there. His fingers haven’t stopped, if anything they had gotten faster.

     My eyes rolling back, not being able to properly keep them open. I groaned and gasped at the fast-approaching orgasm. There was no denying that this would wreck my voice even more than it was before, but the feeling of his tongue and fingers making the future pain bearable.

“Fuck!” I went into pure ecstasy. I jerked my hips towards his mouth, my lower half becoming incredibly sensitive. Bucky doesn’t even seem to notice my body twitching. I gripped the kitchen towel beside me,

“Bucky, I-“ I was interrupted by his fingers curling again hurling me over the edge. My throat tensing again, it felt like it was bleeding inside.

         Bucky continues to attack my cunt with his tongue. His fingers leave my hole and join his other hand holding my hips down. I didn’t know how much more of the pleasure I could take.

“Such a good girl, you taste so good.” His voice muffled against my throbbing pussy as he licks the rest of the arousal up. I manage to prop myself up again, our eyes meeting again.

     His mouth glistening from my juices. His eyes don’t break eye contact, staring at me as a string of spit drips onto my clit. I watched in awe of him, he licks it up flicking my cunt one last time. My body has cooled down from the brutal assault.

“You’re doing so well, princess.” He brought himself up, I see the wet spot against his briefs. He was soaked through with precum. The tip was red and swollen, looking like it was going to burst with only a few strokes.

“But I know you can do better,” I sit up completely and watch as he frees his dick. It’s glistening with his liquid, reach to take hold of it in my hand. Bucky stops my hand from doing so, guiding it around his neck. Bucky gives his cock a few strokes, before sliding it up and down my folds.

His cock twitching against them.

The harsh usage of my voice was starting to affect my ability to even get any sound out at all.

     Bucky pushes slowly into me and in return, I clawed at his back. Our bodies have no room in between us anymore, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. His pace quickening. His cock stretching my walls and filling my cunt. The size of him never fails to amaze me.

With all I might, I managed to croak out a shocking volume:

“Faster, please Bucky,” He whined at the sound of my raspy plead.

    His thrusts turning into pure pounding at this point. His arms tightly wrapped around my torso. With the support around my back, my head falls back at the feeling of his cock ramming into me.

“You’re doing so good taking my dick,” He peppers kisses around my throat and collarbone.

My nails digging into his skin.

    My moans are loud, and the pain of my throat was masked by the intense pleasure building in my stomach. I couldn’t even think with his cock inside me. My orgasm building as his pace becomes inconsistent. He was close as well.

     I was surprised he lasted this long considering how he went in, already wanting to cum. All that was coming out of my mouth were a mix of curses and moans. His eyes lighting up with every sound that fell from my lips.

“I don’t how much more I can take,” My voice was in shreds, it was painful trying to speak at this point, but I couldn’t conceal them anymore. Not with his current speed and power.

“Cum all over this dick,” With his approval, my walls start pulsating and my forehead falls back against his shoulder. I watched his dick disappear inside me while I cried in pleasure, my legs quivering at the intense pleasure.

     Tears welling as the pain in my throat was becoming too much. Bucky powered through my orgasm, before his cock twitching inside me. His load bursting inside me. Bucky holds us in the same position while we are recovering from our highs. My pussy is milking every last drop of him, whimpering one last time as he pulls out.

   My breathing still heavy and the piercing pain in the back of my mouth becoming more prominent. I lay back against the counter, catching my breath.

“You got so loud, baby, I’m so proud of you,” Bucky coos while grabbing the kitchen towel that I was previously using as a grip.

         He glides the fabric against my cunt, whipping away his cum that was leaking out of me. I twitch with the contact with my clit. He takes my hands and pulls me back up to meet his eyes. I try to speak but wince at the pain shooting through my throat like daggers. His face instantly filling with worry.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have- “He begins to panic, but I grab his wrists,

“It’s okay,” The only volume I could speak in being below a whisper. I hop off the table picking up my discarded clothes, sliding them back on. I bend down, picking up his briefs, and hand them to him.

“It was worth it,” I chuckle. He takes the briefs from me and looks at the abandoned mug.

“I’ll just have to get you more,”

[herecomesnaya]

I have a COD zombies question for you! If Ultimis (the original 4) were tasked to bake a cake, how would you rate each crew member's efforts?

HAHAHA GODDDD okay let's see

Dempsey - he overestimates his abilities. "it's just a cake, how hard can it be?" (because he underestimates what he believes to be "woman's work" bc he's from the fuckin 1940s) he's also helped his daughter DECORATE a cake before, so like? should be easy right??

(narrator voice) it was not easy.

he ends up with an overly-sweet cake that's far too big, with cavity-inducing icing piled on in red, white, and blue colors. it is borderline inedible to non-American palates, and even in America he's on thin fucking ice. he made it apple flavored just to fuck with Richtofen's whole apple pie hatred thing. there are chunks of mostly-raw apple in it.

effort: 9/10. result: 4/10.

Nikolai - once again, this dude thinks cakes are a woman's domain and probably pretty easy. you can add vodka to a cake, right? like, people cook with alcohol all the time, don't they? better to use that instead of milk. (cakes are made with milk, right...?)

the cake turns out flat and pancake-like because he doesn't realize you need a leavening agent. it's half-raw and reeks of vodka. the icing is just vodka mixed with powdered sugar, dripping over the horrendous mutant cake and pooling underneath it. everything smells terrible.

"is just like motherland, da? strong, filled with vodka, and covered in white stuff. not THAT white stuff, Richtofen."

effort: 6/10. result: 1/10.

Takeo - has never baked a cake before, but takes his time with it, researching and meticulously arranging the ingredients before he uses them. very Rachel Ray in his setup, lots of little bowls for measured-out flour and eggs and whatnot.

the cake turns out a bit bland, but it's not bad. he writes the kanji for "honor" on top in icing. Dempsey complains that there's not more sugar or fun colors. Takeo thinks Dempsey's cake looks like it's irradiated.

(he has no idea what's to come.)

effort: 10/10. result: 8.5/10.

Richtofen - baking is a science, and he intends to treat it like one. every ingredient is weighed out to the gram. everything is sourced from the finest of providers. it looks like it's going to be a pretty damn perfect cake at first.

then he adds trace amounts of element 115. I mean, experimentation is also a part of the scientific process, is it not?

the cake comes out with a strange blue glow to it. so does the icing. being around it induces feelings of vague nausea, though the actual taste is pretty great, albeit with a slight sweet chemical aftertaste. eating it gives you amnesia. Richtofen is happy with it. he does not eat any himself.

effort: 11/10. result: radiation poisoning/10.

[mrstsung]

Bruuuuuuh lemme tell you something.

💙⚡LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHIN! 💙⚡

If the games raiden was half as good as the animated movies raiden.

We'd be in heaven as mk fans.

Look no offense,mk 11 to me seems pretty amazing as a game(impo) from gaming standards and aspects. But story wise for the past 3-4 games it's been lacking. What I'm saying beyond the fun aspects of gameplay,customization,etc. Mortal kombat as a franchise has been so-so for a while now. Again impho,the games aspects outside of storytelling. Has aged for the better and gotten better over the many many years like a delicious wine. The graphics,the extra features,the details,the combos,fatalities,etc. All absolutely amazing as always. But when it comes to the story. They just no offense,suck. It's bland but not basic or simple enough to be digestible. It's complicated in all the wrong ways. And major plotholes and nerfing for plot. Raiden is a prime example. Raiden is a fucking god! He is canonlly in story in many many timelines to be one of the strongest (next to his brother fujin) Gods in the mk universe. Only being surpassed by the elder gods themselves. Simply because his element,his powers,draw from the very essence of the earthrealm itself. A whole freakin realm! Do you know how strong this mofo is?! Very. Even when he's mortal,even when he canonlly nerfed himself on purpose to fight in the tournament. He still kicked major asssssss! And thats not even the half of it. Raiden legit is supposed to be op. Thats the point. He's the mentor,the kombatants of earthrealms warriors (especially liu kang and kung lao respectfully) teacher and protector. The only other being other than himself that is SUPPOSED to be on equal terms in power and respect is his brother fujin. The other only person that is an adversary that can go toe to toe with raiden is shang but thats due to the many decades and decades of them duking it out,not to mention shangs magic.

Like i could go on forever how the nerfed raiden in all the wrong ways in the games.

But the animated movies?! Oh holy butter on a biscuit is raiden badass! The voice,the characterization,the art,yes,yes,and a thousand times yes! This is the raiden i want. This is the raiden i need.

Course it still isnt perfect,nothing is. But is it better than the games? Yes,unfortunately it is.

I hate to say that too because the games should be the bread n butter and should be the best version. Because thats the source you know,but it's not.

It kinda makes me sad.

Look you can make raiden softer,vulnerable,and even add more flavor. But without nerfing his character to the point he doesn't feel like an actual god character or worse yet,weak compared to his bro. Which isn't fair,cuz they are SUPPOSED TO BE EQUALS PERIOD.

Anyways can we also talk about how fucking cute his face is when he's mortal?

I mean look at him

His face,it's just so 🥺💙⚡

Soft but wise,but also stern but chill,funny too. Like unf. This is the closest thing we got to raiden in a long time for me that comes close to dotr raiden,conquest,or even 95 movie raiden. Its like a combo of all that but more oomf. Plus that voice? Smoooooth and silky.

Don't let me stop you from loving game rai. But this rai? Oooooo boyeeee. Yes sir! I'll take this any day.

[redhoodieone]

His Girl

Plot: Dick Grayson has a type in women: athletic, feminine, and classy. However, the reader is completely different as she is plus-size, tomboyish, and spontaneous. But a conversation about Y/N between Dick and the batboys takes an unexpected turn one night.

Warnings: Language, Sensitive topics, and Fluff.

“What the hell’s up your ass?” Jason asks Dick, as he hands him a bottle of beer from the refrigerator in the Batcave. It was only until last week that Bruce gave in and allowed a refrigerator to be down there after the boys begged him for one.

As long as it was only for beverages, of course. Bruce had mentioned the boys have been eating too much junk food lately, but the boys knew deep down that his rule is simply for him, because of his age, and maybe for Y/N, too.

Y/N has only been with the Batfamily for a year since her family died at the hands of Two-Face. She had only started training with Bruce for two months now, and the two of them have been working out quite a bit.

Which makes sense of Bruce’s one rule for the refrigerator, though. But that hasn’t stopped Jason from sneaking in food anyways; mostly pizza and lunch meat and cheeses for sandwiches.

But now, Dick’s distant and silence is unbearable since the circus descent acrobat is usually excited and rambling about anything and everything.

“Uh, nothing! I mean...” Dick stutters. His behavior tonight was questionable to say the least. Usually, he would be on his game and even throw some wisecracks but he’s been awfully quiet, nervous even.

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say,” Jason scoffs.

Dick sits on top of the hood of the Batmobile while he peels the sticky label from the beer bottle. He notices Tim and Damian walking out from the showers and are already dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts. Bruce is seated at the Batcomputer, still in costume but minus the cowl. Jason sits at the small table and sips from his beer and snacks on a triple meat and cheese sandwich he must have made quickly.

And Alfred had long gone to bed after Bruce forced him to get some rest since they’ve returned home and are not dead.

Dick suddenly notices Y/N must still be in the showers, on the other side of the cave for privacy where the guys can’t bother the girls.

“Fine...I’ve been...having these thoughts and dreams about Y/N lately,” Dick confesses. He notices Jason staring at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah, and…?”

“Well…lately, I’ve been thinking about her as…more than a friend. I’ve been seeing her in a new light. And you know I’ve always thought she was cool, and funny, and incredibly smart,” Dick continues, with a small smile. “But…I’ve never been sexually attracted to women like her before.”

Jason purses his lips and appears to think it over. “So, I don’t see the problem.”

“I just told you I’ve never felt this way about Y/N or any woman like her before.”

“Because you’re shallow.”

“I’m not shallow,” Dick argues, suddenly feeling defensive at Jason’s attack. “I just…I’ve never seen heavy women as hot, you know?”

“You can try to justify all that, but the point is, you’re shallow.”

“Have you ever slept with a heavy girl before, Jason?!” Dick snaps.

Jason chuckles and grins. “Actually, I have.”

“Bullshit,” Dick scoffs.

“Yeah, I have Dickie-bird. It happened three years ago, when my Outlaws and I kicked Black Mask’s ass. We went to a bar to celebrate in downtown Gotham. Roy and Star left early to go fuck or something. I was left alone and I was about to call it a night until this smoking hot woman took a seat next to me. She had long dark hair, tan skin, and curves that made my mouth water and my cock hard enough to pound nails. She was gorgeous, but there were these assholes around her and were calling her fat and telling her to leave because no one here would take her home. And do you want to know what I did?” Jason asks.

“What?” Dick asks quietly.

“I took her home, after I broke all those guys’ jaws. She was fucking amazing, man. She had a magnificent ass that she actually allowed me to spank. Her curves were endless, and after I fucked her good three times, cuddling and falling asleep with her was probably the best part of the night. I’ve never felt so…comfortable and felt warm, because I actually felt someone beside me,” Jason admits.

Dick raises an eyebrow at him. “Wow, I didn’t think something like that could happen to you, Jason. If anything, I thought you were shallow.”

“I used to be, until I realized I was judging others, when I was actually trying to have others not judge me. Alfred actually helped me with that. I don’t remember every word he said exactly but he said I wasn’t trying all the ice cream flavors out there. Like, I was always sticking to a certain flavor of ice cream, and I wasn’t trying other kinds, meaning I should be looking at all types of women. And after my one night stand with that magnificent woman’s ass, I realized bigger girls aren’t deal breakers; they’re just more to love,” Jason admits, and shrugs with a smug smile.

“That’s…I don’t even know what to say. But Y/N’s different. She’s someone we know and it makes it harder. And my problem isn’t that I’m shallow, it’s how I’m supposed to handle my feelings about her.”

“Yeah, you are, Dick. Y/N’s literally the best woman we’ve ever met. Hell, the best woman I’VE ever met. She’s fucking funny, she’s so caring and kind, she’s smarter than Timbo when it comes to common sense,” Jason lists off his reasons.

“That’s true! I’m not going to lie about that!” Tim interrupts from the distance.

“Y/N’s real, she doesn’t bullshit about anything like other girls. She’s honest, and that’s a rare thing to find nowadays. And fuck…she can really handle her alcohol, she can down shots of Fireball like it’s water,” Jason adds.

“You don’t think I know all that? Of course, I do! That’s why I’m having such a hard time dealing with my feelings for her. I’ve only ever been with tall, athletic women, who wear skirts and dresses, eats healthy, and are…well, feminine,�� Dick confesses. A guilty expression shows on his face. “And Y/N’s not any of that. She’s really short, kinda chubby, and she’s more of a tomboy type, who’s loud and rambunctious, and eats like a man.”

Jason snorts. “And that’s a problem why? That’s why Y/N’s fucking awesome, man! I actually really like how she’s not afraid to be herself. She’s not fake. Do you know how long it took for her to be comfortable with all of us and be who she is rather than how she thought we expected from her? And I don’t know about you but I love how she eats, whenever we go out to restaurants, I actually like how I can eat the way I want and not feel like a fat ass because I know her and I both love what we love and fuck all who have a problem with that!”

Bruce turns around in his chair and gives both boys a warning look. Even Tim and Damian silently take a seat and watch closely.

“Fuck…Y/N is the perfect woman. She’ll always be in my eyes,” Jason admits, looking down at his beer longingly before taking a sip.

“If you feel so strongly about her then why haven’t you tried to go out with her or sleep with her?” Dick asks angrily.

Jason’s pause takes everyone by surprise. “Because she can do better than me.”

“You-you actually tried to get with her?” Dick stammers.

“Oh, yeah I definitely did. I think about a year ago. I had spent the summer with her here while everyone was busy with the whole Justice League and Superman bullshit,” Jason explains. “You were with the Titans with Tim and Damian. It was just me and her.”

“Alfred was there as well,” Bruce mumbles.

“Anyways, call it cheesy as hell like those romcoms, but we actually got really close. She’s a spitfire for sure, but she really knows how to get under your skin,” Jason chuckles.

Tim and Damian nod their heads in agreement with that.

“And I obviously made the whole situation uncomfortable as fuck because when I told her how I felt, she rejected me. She said we were too alike, we’d butt heads all the time. And after that, I never brought it up again.”

Jason’s confession gives Dick a sense of confidence.

“Look, if you want to ask her out and do all that then I support you. Just know if you fucking hurt her or do anything wrong, I’ll slit your throat even if you’re family,” Jason threatens seriously.

“I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up with her,” Dick says.

“Well, don’t bring up how her weight and appearance bothers you,” Jason says seriously.

“It doesn’t!”

“Okay. How did you ask Barbara, Star, Zatanna, and-”

“I get it, Jason. I’ll just talk to her and tell her I have strong feelings for her,” Dick interrupts him. “I’ll just tell her the truth.”

“You already did.”

That voice belonged to none other than Y/N. All the guys in the Batcave jerked their heads to the top of the stairs where Y/N stood and looked down with tears running down her cheeks. She was wearing her plaid pajama pants and a loose black t-shirt she stole from one of them a long time ago, she doesn’t exactly know who though.

Dick and Jason slowly stand up. Dick carefully walks over to the stairs while Jason cautiously follows.

“Y/N…” Dick whispers, already feeling guilty and nervous that she had probably heard everything. “Please listen to me…”

“WHY?! So, you can tell me you didn’t mean any of that, when you actually did. I thought you were different! I didn’t know you could judge someone like that! Especially someone like me!” Y/N yells. “I thought you were my friend!”

“I am your friend! Y/N, please give me a chance to explain! I really like you, and-and I was just trying to ask for help so I can talk to you!” Dick pleads.

“Don’t lie to me! You were only asking for help because you didn’t know how to deal with me being fat and manly! I’m sorry I’m not like Barbara and Star! I’m sorry I’m not beautiful and thin! I’m sorry I’m not perfect for you!” Y/N cries out and runs up the stairs.

“Y/N! Wait! Please!” Dick shouts for her. He chases after her.

By the time Dick reaches Y/N’s bedroom door, it’s locked. He can hear her crying, automatically feeling like shit for being the reason why she’s hurt.

“Y/N, please…” Dick tries again.

“Leave me alone, Dick!”

Dick swallows hard and forces himself to move away from her door. There was no use for him to stand there; he’d already broke her trust and possibly ruined their friendship. He might have even ruined his chances with her.

Jason approaches Dick. “Is she crying?” he asks.

“Yes,” Dick chokes out. He runs a hand through his dark hair. “Fuck, Jason…I don’t know what to do. She won’t even talk to me.”

“You should go, Dick. I think you’ve done enough.”

Dick was a little taken aback by Jason’s command. He pushes himself to walk away anyways.

“Bruce wants to talk to you. You should go find him before he finds you,” Jason adds.

Dick exhales heavily and leaves. Jason shakes his head in disappointment at him. He takes a deep breath and knocks on Y/N’s bedroom door.

“Doll, it’s Jay. Please let me in,” Jason says softly. “I just want to talk to you.”

He didn’t think she would open the door for him. He didn’t think she would want to talk to him even though he hadn’t pissed her off or upset her in any way. But Y/N unlocked her door and even opened it for him.

Jason was deeply heartbroken to see Y/N; her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks were wet, and she had the devastating look on her beautiful face. He quickly walked into her room and shut the door, quickly locking it.

He had to be cautious though. He knew couldn’t say or do the things he wants to do with her right now. Instead, he slowly and carefully approaches her. She allows him to wrap his strong arms around her, bringing her closely to his body to hold and protect her from everyone and everything.

“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. I’m not going anywhere,” Jason whispers into her hair. He tries desperately to not inhale the addicting scent of her shampoo and lingering perfume so much. “You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Y/N lifts her face from Jason’s chest and gazes up at him. The sight of her glistening eyes makes him draw her closer to him.

“What did I do wrong, Jay? What did I do to deserve all that? Is everything about me really bad?” Y/N asks softly, on the verge of tears again.

“No. No, don’t say that. Don’t say any of that! Nothing is wrong with you. You’re beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect just the way you are,” Jason admits.

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. It breaks Jason’s heart more when she tries to pull away from his embrace, but he refuses to let her go. His grip tightens and he holds her as if she’d disappear and leave him all alone.

“That’s not true, Jay,”

“It is true. Hell Y/N, you’re the most badass woman I’ve ever met. You don’t take shit from any of us. You’ve managed to stay here even after all the bullshit everyone has put you through,” he explains. He even chuckles at a memory. “You’ve even made Bruce cry, remember? Remember you called him out on his bullshit when he refused to train you? You’re almost a savage like Alfred, you even make Wonder Woman and Catwoman look like dollar tree prizes, and that’s no lie.”

Y/N looks down at her feet. Jason knows she still doesn’t believe him.

“You’re always perfect in my eyes, Y/N. There isn’t a goddamn thing I would change about you,”

“If I’m so perfect, then why does Dick think so low of me?” Y/N asks. She sniffles adorably and looks back up at him.

“Because he’s a fucking idiot who can’t see the best thing that’s in front of him,” Jason answers, and looks into Y/N’s eyes before he looks at her lips. “But his loss is my gain.”

[wannabegwenstacy]

Bangtan in Bed: Kim Namjoon | NSFW

Kim Namjoon: The Dom Daddy 😈 - HAPPY JOONIE DAY!! 210912

Rating: 18+

Contains: Daddy/Baby Kink Dynamic, Dirty Talk, BDSM, Bondage, Orgasm control, Sensory play, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Marking, Impact play, Lingerie, Stripteases, Anal, Cum play, Cream pies, Oral Fixation (kissing)

A/N: I ended up accidentally switching from third person (them/they) to second person (you) halfway through. i'm sorry about that, i wrote this in two different sittings and i forgot i was originally writing in third person.

Series Masterlist

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Daddy kink!

We have all sensed it. Man's got a daddy kink! So, let me kindly introduce you to Daddy Dom Kim Namjoon.

If his never-ending flow of "Baby's" while in front of a camera didn't hint at his interest in pet names as a kink, especially the "Daddy" and "BabyGirl/BabyBoy/Baby" dynamic, then IDK what will.

Like mans got an IQ of 148, he knows by now that we are practically dripping at his little "baby" coos!...He does it for a reason

Which also makes a good case for his love of dirty talk!

He picks up languages pretty well and he has said himself that he wanted to be a poet once upon a time. He is an amazing lyricist.

He is good with his words, and he knows it! He also has that deep sexy voice of his that I'm also pretty sure he's quite aware of by now so a chance to make his partner melt with those very same words of his. he isn't going to think twice about using them.

Joon is kinky, but he is like Jin. He isn't really one to parade around his gifts in the bedroom. He would rather keep those times sacred.

I see Joon having an interest in the BDSM scene. Collars, Restraints, Blindfolds, Rope, Lingerie, Stockings, Fishnets.

With him also dabbling in the BDSM arts it's not a surprise that Joon seems like the type to need a strong level of trust. He needs to trust his partner and for his partner to trust him.

So, I don't see Joon really doing one-night stands. Casual maybe. But not quick hookups.

Lingerie! He loves a good strip show and lap dance.

Seeing his partner being the one to take control over him every once in and while was thrilling to him.

Them dressed in pretty little lace lingerie with stockings and a collar that had diamond letters spelling out their given pet name he assigned to them.

Him seated but not restrained, told not to move, for daddy to be good for his precious baby.

Them bending forward, pressing one hand to the back of the chair, and the other gripping the chair between his legs being careful to not touch him only getting close.

They would lean in getting only an inch from his face, eyes flicking from up and down looking from his lips to his eyes before leaning in even closer hovering over those very same lips teasing a kiss then leaning back watching as he chases after them pleating.

They would stand up hitching their leg up to rest on his thigh in a pointed fashion before slowing leaning down and unbuttoning the clasps, giving him an innocent look, then hooking their thumbs in the thigh-high pastel hose before rolling them down and pulling them off.

Standing up and wrapping the hose around both their hands like a strand of rope circling him watching as he shifts in his chair being the one told to behave this time around.

They would circle his chair once then almost twice before settling behind him leaning down close to his ear pressing one single kiss under his ear before lightly running their teeth across the cartridge nibbling then running their tongue across sucking at the length of his ear sweetly. Followed by blowing cold air eliciting a shiver from him.

They would then use the hose to tie back his hands making sure he can't touch them now even if he wanted to.

Only dishing out the same treatment he has given to on so many occasions

Fair is fair after all.

A tease for a tease.

A denied finish for a denied finish.

A bite for a bite.

A hickie for a hickie.

In reason obviously, you don't want to make the job too difficult for the stylist noonas.

But if you were really playing fair he would cover, under every piece of concealed flesh hidden under his clothing would be adorned in marks just like he has done many times before to you.

Joon tends to have a possessive streak in the bedroom, you are his baby.

But with that possessiveness comes the need for secrecy and devotion to the other, so he tends to hide his markings he leaves from other eyes. He's careful.

Methodical with his placements.

Under the waistband of your jeans, on you inner inner thighs during winter, little bruises left behind from his hands, and little crevice indents from his nails breaking the skin.

Hand prints left, sore swollen bruised skin. A reminder every time you sit down.

He loves to watch you squirm the following days after a particular heated night. It's cute.

Speaking of spankings. He loves giving them.

Having his baby bent over ass up bare whimpering under him.

He adores all form of impact play but his favorite is just using his hand. Feeling his baby red and flush.

Plus he gets to kneed at your pretty pink peach after wards so it's a win win in his mind.

"Oppa hit me harder, i like it" (Joon's verse in ProMeTheUs)

He's an Ass man through and through!

Everything involving your ass.

Watching it giggle when he's giving you backshots.

Cumming on your ass

In your ass (w/ condom).

Oh, he loves anal! Fingering you or even using toys. But his favorite obviously is fucking your pretty pink hole.

Sometimes he'll get daring and fuck you raw.

Cumming in your ass then pulling out to just watch it slowly leak out, running down your thighs, and pulling in the mattress. And if he's lucky, pooling with your own.

Fuck! He really can't get enough of that perky little ass.

Its a shame he can't always treat himself with you all the time. He loses himself to easily, just spiraling into a mess of grunts, growls, and groans.

When fucking you like that he doesn't sadly get to indulge into his other guilty pleasures that involve you and that beautiful body of yours.

Instead, of himself shaking and losing himself he changes his focus on to you.

Whining for your own release, begging for him to fuck you, to push you till you can't take no more.

Squirming. Hands and legs tied away. Out of use. Spread and open for him.

Only letting you cum when he knows you are at your worst then letting that growing tension snap plunging you into your release.

Occasionally he will add some ear muffs, blind folds, and/or a cherry flavored lollypop to the mix. Dialing your senses to 10.

Telling you to suck on the lolly until it's gone or blow a bubble with some bubble gum.

He would kiss you after, tasting just how sweet you can be.

Which I think this is a good time for me to mention Joon has an oral fixation for your lips. He loves kissing you.

Foreplay and aftercare are never skipped and always littered with kisses.

Soft pecks to lingering kisses & lip bites. Leaving your lips and red and swollen as your cheeks.

NEXT UPDATE: Seokjin! - 210919

[christinebloodwrittings]

Briefly Instant (Part one)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can't comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.

Warnings for this chapter: Assault.

Next chapter->

TH Taglist: @lucky-foxface @lokisprettygirl22 @criticaltrinket

The restaurant was full of customers, you had to decorate about ten cakes per minute so that they all arrived perfect at the tables.

Your boss was of no help, his yelling made the cooks nervous, and for you it wasn’t easy to handle a pastry bag full of meringue while also being under pressure, one wrong move and the bag might rip.

“Y/LN! Hurry, those cakes are not going to be finished on their own” he yelled straight at you, ‘Come and do them yourself you son of a bitch’ you thought hurrying while also not letting him see your 'fuck off’ face, otherwise he would’ve fired you for being disrespectful.

It was clearly a bad day to play rebel. “I would like to cut off his head” muttered one of your fellow cooks, “Yeah no shit, go ahead dude” he laughed, they loved to make jokes to ease up the tension in the workplace, more than one cried due to stress each day.

But that’s how it is working in a five stars restaurant as a baker. Sadly, you have to make the same 10 pastries every single day. Just because those are the popular ones it doesn’t mean they’re the only sweets available! You were tired of acid fruits on pies, of the same thick hard meringue, the same cookie and butter based tartlets, of the same shitty lemon pie!!

Could someone request a different plate? Or maybe without alterations?

Because that’s a good one, no dairy, no sugar, no flour, UGH! Why bother in coming if you can’t eat what we serve? You were pretty sure there was a vegan gluten-free restaurant down the street, but the rich assholes think that we are their slaves.

You didn’t bothered to speak up your thought about it, everyone was tired of the same basic menu, it almost doesn’t change, and yet you all made it back to the kitchen like machines.

“Y/N, table six asked for a number 19” Chuck, the waiter came and clipped the order in your station, “No changes?” he shook his head.

Tres leches cake, you loved to make it because it’s such a challenge. The biscuit have to be moist and airy, spongy but not dripping, the meringue have to be lighter so it doesn’t hardened so fast, adding a pinch of cinnamon in the batter and on top of the cream to add flavor and a sweet pleasant smell.

You made it gladly, and took less time because you used your special fast way to do it, which is secret, and then plate it to perfection. You were so shocked when Chuck told you that the client asked for you, your boss even walked you up to the client himself, wanting to know what exactly had happened.

While sweating bad underneath your apron, your vision was blurred and kept away from the rest of the tables, it was shameful enough that you got called, that’s never good.

“Hi, something wrong with the dish sir?” your boss asked politely, the client carelessly pushed the plate toward you and pointed to a shard of glass coming out of the cake, “Are you psychopaths trying to kill us?!” the man stood up from his table, shooting glares at us and rising his voice, suddenly all eyes were on what was going on.

“This can’t be, I didn’t” you tried to defend yourself but he cut you mid-phrase, “Are you gonna call me a liar?” the man puffed his chest up, visibly towering you, “No sir, of course not, we are so ashamed of this mistake, I’ll see that she gets the proper lesson” your boss literally dragged you all the way to the kitchen and towards the staff dressing room doors, “Your apron and name tag, now! You’re fired”.

Just like that? Yes. You knew you didn’t put the glass in the cake, your co-workers knew as well, but the client made a scandal, and they couldn’t just afford that something as serious as that damage the restaurant’s image, so they fired you.

You took off your apron and name tag as he told you, the feeling of shame and incompetence lingered as needles in your chest and hands as you placed both items on his hands, “I’m sorry Y/n, I’ll write a nice review for your next job” he caressed your shoulder, attempting to reassure you before walking away. You knew he went back to the kitchen, judging by the sound of the doors and the resuming yelling.

After a deep breath you opened your locker, changed into the blue jeans and long grey T-shirt you came in the morning, and with your chest tight you walked out the building, your bag hanging on your shoulder, thank goodness it wasn’t raining, the night was clear and without stars, as is usual in the city.

"Hey baker girl, don’t look so blue, it was a shitty cake anyway” You heard the disgusting voice of the imbecile who framed you, the desire to throw punches at him flooded your mind, you fists were almost white from clutching them around the strap of your bag. However, you didn’t look back, not even when at some point you heard footsteps behind you, why you didn’t run?

What would your father have said? ‘Such a pitiful cowardly little girl’.

“Oh come on baker girl” He surprised you by putting his arm around your shoulder, his free hand caressed your stomach in a circular motion. “Let me go” you tried to push him aside, not letting him see your panic, but his grip was strong, “I did you a favor, now it’s your turn to pay for it” his breath hit the shell of your ear, and so did his tongue, the slimy muscle leaving a stripe of saliva from your neck to your ear.

“Leave me alone” You cried.

Almost immediately after that you were inside a bar, drinking your weight and rent money away, cold, alone, and feeling completely dull.

“It’s said that nothing lasts forever. Will you be my nothing?” you groaned, hearing cheesy and filthy pick up lines from the stupid group of men behind you put you in an even worse mood that the one you came in with. “I swear you are just like a snowflake: beautiful, unique and with one touch, you’ll be wet” his buddies cheered him up with applauses and wolf whistles, how disgusting.

You came down from the stool and pushed him away with a punch straight to his nose.

“You bitch!” he did hit you, but luckily he just did that, the punch put you out of balance for a second but you were able to recover, he went in for a few more punches and was satisfied once you coughed up on your knees after an accurate blow into your stomach.

“You okay miss?” the bartender asked after he took the guy away. You just nodded and once you climbed back to the stook you just slammed the bar table with more money, “Six shots of tequila, please” he took the money and with a small nod he set the small glasses in front of you, along with lemon wedges and salt.

“Perhaps you should call someone” the bartender softly spoke as you finished the drinks, “Who? My best friend lives in London, my family sucks, and I’m… alone” your head hit the wood, there was no pain though, but that was definitely something you were going to feel in the morning.

“May I be of assistance?” a sultry velvety voice spoke next to you, it sounded just as macaroon’s tasted.

“Piss off” You didn’t knew why but you hated him, although you couldn’t see him right because your hair was in the way and your vision was even worse than before.

“Perhaps I should, sadly for you, my mother taught me better” You guessed he tried to make a joke, it either wasn’t funny at all or you were too drunk to appreciate it.

Oh what an annoying gentleman! he didn’t allowed you to pay for another drink, nor have another. You felt like floating, but you realized you were in his arms, “I hope you don’t get mad at me, but you can’t possibly expect me to leave you there like this” he smelled citric and leathery, it was nice.

The next thing you saw before all the lights went dark were the streets lights passing fast across your eyes, and a warm touch on your hand.

Then you woke up, well barely. Hour heartbeat was painfully in your head, your throat felt like a desert, and you could hear your muscles screaming at each slight movement you made trying to shake off the lethargy.

Panic and adrenaline took over your body when you felt the bed move, you watched the silhouette under the sheets turn to face the other side, your head pounded even more.

You seized the movement to slip away from the bed without making any noise, quickly realizing that you were still dressed, so made a quick scan of the room to find your shoes, placed under the nightstand, took them and tippy-toed your way out of the room, carefully squinting the door.

Your phone was on the table next to the door, and so was your purse and bag, what a relief you felt when you checked and everything was there.

With the door ajar you had the absurd courage to look back at the bedroom door, the feeling of uncertainty was intertwined with your fear, an unknown person had taken you to the hotel room, with the little check-up that you had done on your body on your way to the door you calmed, whoever it was had done nothing to you, at least it seemed that way. Yet not knowing the danger you could get into if you stayed terrified you. So you left, closing the door carefully in order not to wake them up.

You put your shoes on the elevator and tried to fix your disheveled and post-drinks appearance as much as you could, luckily the morning was busy, with a very fake confidence went out the front door without having drawn too much attention, you even greeted the bellboy who was busy with a full luggage trolley.

That had been by far the scariest thing that had ever happened to you. Guilt took over your senses for a second, you weren’t the kind of girl that leaves someone on a hotel room like that, although, and given the circumstances, you felt like you did the right thing by leaving.

You were deeply grateful, after those events your intuition told you to go to the nearest hospital, the check-up that the doctor did showed no signs of rape or any out of the ordinary wounds besides the ones you already knew of, they didn’t hurt you, not even when the opportunity was perfect.

You were let out of the hospital after a gastric lavage, because of the excess of alcohol in your system, and a nap, then the doctor sent you on your way.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel room, the sheets slid down his figure, his hand touched the cold and empty side and immediately rise up from the bed, sprinting to search every single corner of the suite, only to realize you were gone.

“Where are you?".

[emberwood-if]

I apologize if it is rude of me to make suggestions for this IF, but as I was playing I felt that there weren't a lot of options that conveyed apathy or numbness for the MC, I normally wouldn't necessarily mind this but given that it is made a point that MC chooses a strong emotional reaction to their circumstances (despair, rage, apathy) I felt that it would be important if a player wished to fall deep into one of these three there would be response sthat reflect that.

Of course I understand that means extra fucking work so take this suggestion with a grain of salt, it is also possible that any choices reflectingapathy simply went over my head but I figured I'd voice my thoughts just in case

hey, its not rude at all! I love suggestions shshsh im a very particular IF player (bold, sarcastic, emotional) so I do appreciate suggestions to help bring a wider range of play styles that I may not think about as a player myself

I do want to add more apathetic choices, (I did it a little during the holding cell scene) so ill def keep that in mind, it prob wont be a visible stat though, it might just translate to being neutral on a few scales

having four major emotional reactions to MC's circumstances is actually a great idea, and ill likely implement a hidden stat for it for flavor text opportunities

thank you so much, this really helped and dont be afraid to send in more suggestions! thank you for playing <3