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I'm open minded about polyamory for other people and even curious about it myself but I feel can't date non-monogamously in my town because
My dad is poly so I'm (perhaps irrationally) worried I'm gonna like accidentally end up in a polycule with my own dad
I haven't had my sexual debut yet and I feel like coming to the table with a lot of sexual experience under your belt is kind of a prerequisite for being accepted in the community unless you're explicitly looking for sexless relationships which I'm very much not, I want to have sex I just haven't yet
Relating to #2. Given my lack of experience I doubt I'll be very good in bed at least at first and I worry that whoever that happens with will be making negative comparisons about me in their head vs other partners of theirs who can do more for them
I'm not 100% sure what this is asking, since there's not a question in here🤨, but I'll take it as a general "what are your thoughts on this situation"-type thing.👍okay co
Tell your dad hi from this blog, that's cool. And! no worries about whether your dad will be chill with the poly stuff or not! so that's nice. I suppose the relationship could get into weird territory, but honestly, most people date mostly their own age, and there's, like, AT LEAST a 15 year age gap between you and your dad (and like probably more but idk your dad's life👀), so it doesn't seem likely, but you can always make it clear you'd want to know at least the identities of the whole polycule if its something you're worried about. That's a totally reasonable standard to hold 🤷♀️no biggie.
Idk if its because of your dad's relationship or because of the internet or where exactly you got the idea polyamory is inherently hyper-sexual, but... poly relationships can largely function like mono relationships. Now, people are still worried about the big "virginity" thing in mono relationships, too, don't get me wrong. But frankly? That's all bullshit. In whatever relationship. By and large, people aren't going to be weird about it (and if they're the type of person to be weird about it, probably not a great first experience anyway! So just move on!). In all likelihood, here's how the subject should go. You meet someone 🤝, you go on a date 💐or two🎥. Someone asks what the other person wants from the relationship💗?🍆?, for your piece, you bring up that you're new to the sex stuff but you're looking forward to it (just like you did in this ask) and if you can, provide a rough timeframe (you wanna jump right in? you wanna give it a few more dates? do you wanna try "smaller" things before you jump to Losing Your Virginity™️and whatever that means for you and your orientation?) and then if that person has any reservations they mention it and you guys figure it out. The same conversation in a poly relationship probably includes to what level the rest of the polycule is involved and stuff, but otherwise the process should be about the same whether you're dating a mono or a poly person. If you're "joining a polycule" as in "dating one is dating everyone" (which isn't all of them) then you might have to have this conversation a few times or in some sort of group? But its going to be hard to get into a "dating one is dating everyone" situation without actively trying to, and if you're just "open" to it, I see no reason to try for that lol
Bruh. Listen, babygirl, I get that urge, but your performance matters less if they can be sexually satisfied by someone else. That gives you the ability to completely fuck it up the first couple times without worrying that this person is just stuck in sexual frustration! You're free! 🕊️ Plus, a poly person has more considerations with scheduling time with you than your standard mono person (partner doesn't want them out of the house too much, or no free bed to do stuff in, etc), so things kind of can't move super fast a lot of the time. But also, as someone who is in the game. I'm 🔫shooting completely straight with you by saying there is A LOT more to sex than someone being "technically good" at it. There's affection and mood and kinks and preferences and spit viscosity and-- and most importantly you get something different out of it with everyone. Poly people especially aren't looking for the same thing every time. Sex is really, really, really personalized, and you can't escape that. You won't be able to do everything exactly like that person's other partner(s). But the other partner(s) also won't be able to do things exactly like you. And what you learn that's good for that partner, someone else is going to hate. Send an ask off-anon if you want specifics (promise not to look at your profile, just don't want to give everyone free smut😜😏) but I promise you even the things "everyone likes" has a significant following of people who would just as soon never have that happen to them. Being good at sex is not so much learning specific things and applying them to everyone as it is learning what your partner likes and applying it to them specifically. I prommy. I literally cannot emphasize enough that having had a lot of sex does not make you better at it with a new person. There have been actual studies according to a community college professor I had. ALL you need to worry about at first is communicating what you're comfortable with trying, and making sure your partner's cool. That's it. Everything else will work itself out I SWEAR🙋
If all this is that big a deal just... don't date a poly person. Like you just don't gotta. Easy fix. We're happy to have you if you're here, but its not for everyone and that's fine. Even if you want it eventually, you can semi-casually date mono for awhile first. This is all fine. Quit yo stressin'.
#polyam relationship advice#ask box is always open#I could still say more honestly please send in follow up messages if you wanna work through more stuff
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hi again! So I have a lot I wanna say following the anatomy post, as I'll be calling it, because even though it's fresh I read the whole thing and I'm glad we know more about the clones :D and also I assume now would be a good time to ask about because of how fresh it is. ANYWAYS let's get to it!
So I wanted to ask about these specific parts, and what I could tell from them:
To summarize, a clone bearing a toothy grin is threatening, and a clone sticking its tongue out/drooling/licking it lips is not threatening. This is the premise I worked under when I made this:
(In like, 2 minutes. I wonder if anyone can tell!)
As you can see, I added a few facial expressions that weren't mentioned l, and that I wonder their meaning in relation to what has already been stated. I think I can confidently predict what the first two mean, thanks to the fact that clones have made those facial expressions before. Though anyone is welcome to correct me if I'm wrong!
Closed-mouth and open-mouth smiles are not threats, unlike the toothy "smiles" which are. The quotation mark around "smile" in the original post(as well as a part of pep's toyhouse page(which didn't appear in the Tumblr post from several months past)) also indicate that the threatening smiles are not genuine, and so smiles without teeth are genuine expressions of joy.
The other one, though, seems to send somewhat mixed messages. That expression is saying both that "I am a threat" and "I am not a threat, " which when a applied to the only clone we ever see donning this face, Pep, is true. Though, whenever he smiles like that, it is genuine and not an attempt to threaten anyone. Is this because he's smiling at something or someone other than a fellow clone, and he knows that, in order to communicate the same emotion he has to make a different facial expression depending on if he's making it at clones on non-clones?
But uhh yeah :D hope this wasn't too long winded and that I made any sort of sense lol!
Yaya! I have a ton of clone info I wanna post, but I have been trying to figure out how/where to do that, so I might just unload it all here in chunks kjlfdkfg
Asking questions about clone stuff is alright, and it helps me figure out stuff, or point out if I have contradicted myself - which happens more than I would like kjfgkjfg
Although for these points, perhaps I spoke too broadly as this post was supposed to be on anatomy and not behaviour, but I guess I can't help myself kjdfgk - it is also why I did not mention other types of smile
But for clones there are genuine smiles, and there are threat 'smiles', like this;
Threat smiles are not expressions of joy, they are meant to convey 'I have teeth, and I will use them if you continue to upset me' or simply 'you are bothering me' if they are not showing teeth - whereas genuine smiles are just that, they are happy
If you add a tongue to a threat 'smile', it is still considered a threat due to other aspects like the eyes and stance etc, but more along the lines of either a submissive threat ('I am scared, please leave, or I will attack') or the clone is hungry ('I will eat you if approached, so back off for your own good') - but honestly it depends on the situation, sometimes clones already have their tongues out before threat 'smiling' and it ends up hanging out regardless dhfsdh
And yes, most of Pep's smiles have been genuine - there has been at least two with a threat 'smile' (both directed at or implied to be directed at Peppino) - but most of the time he is genuinely happy
It can be a bit confusing since clones are kinda animal, kinda people, so they get both that 'smiling is a threat' (animal side) and 'smiling is friendly' (people side) lfglgfd
When I make a post(s) on clone behaviours, I will be sure to make this more clear! But I still appreciate the questions!
#bean talks too much#Bean's PT AU Lore Tag#still need clone lore tag but ppfpttp tired#also hey the threat smile looks like someone#gee I sure wonder why (silly)
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Good news, my dad just came back from surgery and he's doing fine. Recovery is gonna be a slow process, but the surgery seems to have gone pretty well for him and things are healing fine.
Bad news, that means that for the next 60 days it's all on me to keep this family afloat, so please I am asking for all the help I can get for what is gonna be this family's roughest couple of months.
I'd usually use my cute fursona and make a big deal about all the cool shit I can write for you guys, but right now I wanna have a more straightforward conversation.
I'll get back to making this a fun little fundraiser later, because I really don't like making things too bleak.
This blog has been my job for the past 3 years. It has paid the bills, paid for my meds, paid for my therapy, and for the past 3 years I've been a net 0 for my family. Sure I didn't bring much money to the table, but I wasn't costing them anything either.
And that was fine. My family was more than happy with that arrangement and so was I. I cannot express how grateful I am for all of you who have helped this be possible. I'm literally making my country's minimum wage by writing fanfiction on the internet, and that's a real blessing.
The thing is. My dad will spend the next 60 days recovering. He is self employed and he and my mom work together making furniture. Which means that if he can't work, she can't work, and if neither of them can work, then I am the only source of income for this household
For the next 2 months I'm gonna have to sustain four people all on my own. That means rent, bills, meds, therapy, all that stuff. We do have some money saved up, but I'm hoping we get to keep that and only use it for groceries or some emergency at the worst.
I did some math and that should add up to around a thousand dollars total (god bless dollar to reais conversion rates). But making a thousand dollars right at the end of those 2 months isn't gonna help anyone. Bills need to be paid and those have due times, and it would be very difficult for me to even access that money if my internet got cancelled by the end of those months.
So we're doing 250 dollars every two weeks. Seems pretty doable, right? Well today is the final day for the first 250 dollar goal, which will be used to pay for power, water, and internet bills this week, as well as the pain meds my dad has to take now that he's recovering.
We got 156 dollars down, which is pretty good actually, but it's not enough quite yet. I know it's a lot to ask for, but I really could use as much help as I can get right now.
I'm not expecting someone to swoop in heroically and drop 100 dollars on me right now. Honestly I don't want anyone to invest so much money on me on their own.
What I need is for a handful of people to throw some spare change my way. There are nearly three thousand people following this blog, so even if less than 1% of you guys see this message and toss me like 3 dollars at the most, it's still gonna add up FAST.
And if you can't do that then reblog this, boost it, send it to friends, give this enough reach that eventually someone will see it and will choose to help my family, even if it's with little more than pocket change.
Because when I say "any donation can make a world of difference" I MEAN IT WITH FULL HONESTY
The Emergency in the title of the "Weasel Den Emergency Fund" is not a joke, even if the cute little weasel makes it seem less urgent.
Her name is Snori btw. Blame @midnightechoes for that name.
Anyways. I think that's all I have to say in this little honest heart to heart.
I think tomorrow I'll get back to hyping up all the fics I can write and share the cute pics of Snori being adorable
Thank you all for your attention, as well as any reblogs and donations.
Hope y'all have a nice weekend
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hey dev, i just wanna say you don't have to post this but i thought u should know a couple of things i think are pretty important.
firstly, i love seeing your work in the tags! the psds? fucking gorge. the style itself? chef kisses!!!!!! as someone who gifs, although not that often, i know the struggle of gifmaking but cannot, CANNOT 👏👏👏👏 attest to how much time goes into getting things right just because i have no patience or attention span for those things yet to the point of feeling solid with my work.
secondly, i love that you gif so many different people (even if they've already been done before?) because isn't that what art is? (take an artist who draws or paints. they might draw something with a different stroke or palette, etc) and besides, you might hit that gif angle or set of frames in a way someone else hasn't and vice versa which idk if u remember but i was around for the phase of having reaction folders under /smiling, crying, frowning, etc, and even though i don't gif often, i still value different reactions just the same. it just makes things E A S I E R to line up replies with./
thirdly, please, please don't let gremlins destroy ur love for a fc ESPEC. pedro. he's our internet daddy and he knows it. thirdly, i've lurked on ur stuff foreVER and i'm so happy to see how far you've come as a gif maker.
lastly, don't mind me. just another raccoon to add to ur trench coat bc i love u and ur work.
Okay so I got this last night and ngl I cried for like an hour over how sweet this was and because i knew that I could not even word how sweet and lovely and meaningful this was to me and how much it meant!!! And please make no mistake this is honestly one of the nicest and most wholesome messages I've ever recieved and thank you so much for that? Like I am speechless and just so appreciative of you in general!! That you took time and wanted to send this.
That you've been following me for so long and seen my first attempts at giffing I am so sorry for the horrors that you have seen ALDFLSDLF but also honoured you wanted to stick around and have liked seeing me learn more and grow and find different people to fall in love with and gif outside of Kat and Dom.
Also I'm so jsdfkjadfakj that you like my colouring because I spend so much time cursing photpshop in both Arabic and English like 😂 Its worth it though when I see people like yourself and others enjoying them and getting use out of them.
I also just love having every second of screen time for fcs. And like outside of commissions..... a lot of who I gif are either presents to friends, which Pedro is gonna be but he's also a comfort fc to gof, or comfort fcs that make my day better because I'm sad. So people loving those especially is just so warm and fuzzy.
SDFASDLFLFD Pedro knows exactly what he's doing and it makes it even more wild smh ajsdfkdfjdf but please i legit am just jaskfjadfk no words just all my love and I will gladly add you to my trenchcoat of raccoons and I am so thankful for this message.
#you deserve a veterans medal and discount#you've been around so long omg#i adore you and just#tysm for this im speechless#save tag#sweet messages
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please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg
tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink
PT. 1
a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$#
i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it.
like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later.
anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him.
when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you.
he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life.
he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up
he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe.
and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ????
youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache.
you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay. you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered)
you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima
but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand.
you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake.
kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him.
ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences.
kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class.
he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone.
aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him.
and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera.
it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight
but he got.. many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early
well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile.
bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you.
“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused. you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare.
your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?”
the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like
“what are we doing out here?”
bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth.
“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,”
this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you.
“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday”
he growls a little against your throat.
“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?”
you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed.
you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear.
“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,”
the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench.
he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you.
“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?”
you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt.
“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck”
you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough
but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop
and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt
you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary.
he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene.
but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering.
and bkgs just in your ear like
“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,”
when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard
“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?”
you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too
“yeah..yeah”
#bully!bkg#prettyboy.thirsts#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#return to sender#this is not proof read at all im losing my mind.#dubcon cw#toxic cw
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wake-up call
Summary: spencer wants to try out something new, and reader is more than happy to oblige.
TW: waking up to oral (fem receiving) *previously consented to*, squirting, nicknames (good boy, pup, etc.), fingering, hinting towards sub!spence. *let me know if i missed anything*
WC: 1,570 (it's a baby)
A/N: i wrote this impromptu fic because i felt like it and this is just what flowed from me, which explains the shortness of it. it’s literally just spencer eating reader out and starts right after the cut so... enjoy :)
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spencer knew you could sleep through almost anything. storms, a baby's crying, construction - you name it, you slept through it. so he's a bit apprehensive when one night he asks you:
"would you be open to..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to find the right words, "to waking up to - i don't know how to say this at all - like if i... performed oral on you?"
"are you asking if you can wake me up by eating me out?" you reiterated, probably trying to confirm what he had meant.
"uhm," he cleared his throat, "yes. that is what i was trying to say."
"i think that sounds like a great way to wake up, honestly," you confirmed for him.
it took you forever to wake up. it always did - not that he minded it. you would be lying there, sprawled out like an angel, wiped out from the previous night's strenuous activities. your breathing would be calm and steady, your eyebrows relaxed and content with finally feeling that peace the both of you craved.
the time you slept gave spencer the time to admire you the way he wanted to at all hours of the day. every crevice of your face, the curve of your eyelashes and cheekbones, the pillowy plushness of your lips, was silently praised by him.
often times he would also relish in your touch. you had a tendency to curl into him as you slept. one leg would be thrown over his as your head was either rested on his chest or buried in his neck to soak in the scent of him. either way, he was able to adore you.
but sometimes the sighs that escapes your lips while asleep reminded him of the sighs you would make during your time while being intimate - the way your breathing got heavier didn't help that picture, either. it would make your peaceful state look so much more stressed and needy than before - that's why spencer asked. he didn't want to be creepy. he just wanted to make sure you were satiated and taken care of but he figured asking you first is always better than taking his chances (because he's so respectful, y'know).
when he felt your hips grind down on his hip gently, those same sighs and panting leaving your lips, he decided to follow through with his request. luckily, you had only been sleeping in one of his shirts due to prior activities, so all he had to do was maneuver himself around you.
he let you rut your core against him a couple more times, noting the wetness he already felt against his bare leg, before gently rolling your legs open. he let the blanket drop off the two of you so he could put all of his focus on you. he carefully spread your legs open as he placed himself between them, your head lolling to the side, still asleep.
spencer finally allowed himself to look at your pussy, already glistening and wet, ready for him as your hips jolted forward a bit to seek some sort of relief for the tension.
he took his arms and wrapped them around your hips securely to keep you in place. one of his hands rested atop your lower stomach as he used the other to spread the lips of your pussy open for him to see clearly. he gently blew on your hole, noting the sigh that left your lips before a little smirk grew on his face.
finally, he allowed his tongue to draw a thick, long stripe up your slit, collecting all of your juices like his favorite drink. your once quiet sighs turned into a soft moan from such little contact it made spencer chuckle from between your legs. he moved your knees to dangle over his shoulders so he could get even closer to your body.
going in once more, this time he gently traced your hole with his tongue, loving the way you clenched around nothing. he found his own hips rutting up into the bed to relieve himself as he placed a tender kiss to your clit, a whimper now leaving your lips as your head turned to the opposite side.
attaching his lips to your clit, softly sucking on the bundle of nerves, he heard a full-fledged moan exit your lips before feeling your hands wound in his hair - an unmistakable feeling.
"fuck, spence," you moaned, your eyes still shut. "thank you, baby."
your hips gently ground against his face as he continued suckling. spencer found himself looking up to see your face as he provided you pleasure, which seemed to only be amplified with the sleepiness you felt from just waking up. he allowed one of his hands to leave its hold on your hips. he lined one of his nimble fingers with your entranced slowly pushing it inside of you.
"such a good boy, spence," you praised. "making me feel so good before i even wake up, yea? such an eager little pup."
spencer's hips rutted up against the bed more eagerly now as he continued his ministrations on your pussy.
"just like that, baby," you remarked as he curled his finger up to reach that spongey spot inside of you. "yes, spencer."
as he entered another finger, he looked up to see your mouth hanging open in ecstasy as your hands tugged gently on his hair. you pulled his head further into you before looking down for the first time and being met with his beautiful hazel eyes.
"such a good sight to see first thing, my love," you praised as he sped up his fingers inside of you, you moved one hand to palm at your breast.
he flicked his tongue over your clit after sucking it between his teeth. spencer's free hand found itself moving up on your body and cupping yours on your breast, telling you he wanted to do it himself. he gently trolled your nipple between his fingers, sending a spark more of pleasure right to your core.
"you're so good to me, spence. such a good fucking boy," your back was now arching off the bed, sending your pussy even closer to his face.
when his hand moved off your tit, he moved it to where your free hand had managed to slip on the bed. he tangled his fingers between your own, holding your hand as he continued to eat you out and finger you like there was no tomorrow.
"spence-baby," you breathlessly tried to warn him. "i'm so - i'm gonna," your stomach was tightening as he used his skilled fingers to unravel the knot inside of you.
his tongue flicked more quick, his fingers curled faster, trying to drive you to that edge you so desperately needed to fall over. each groan he let out over your pussy, he knew would drive you closer and closer to your desired destination.
"fuck!" you yelled, your back now off the bed as your hand squeezed spencer's harsher to ground yourself. "ohh, my god!"
spencer moved his fingers even quicker to draw all of your orgasm out, not doing it for long before he found your liquids spilling all over his hand and the sheets you were on.
"ah, don't stop," you begged.
spencer looked up to see your face with a sheen of sweat, glistening against the soft glow of the sun. your eyes were fluttered shut as your hips were mercilessly moving and grinding against his face.
"don't fucking stop, baby," you now ordered, your squirt continuing to flow out of you before you stopped grinding against his face.
when spencer finally came up from between your legs, his chin, shoulders, and hand was covered in your own release. he sucked his fingers between his lips, wanting to taste you even more than he already had. the sight alone was enough of an excuse for you to draw him closer to you by his shoulders, connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss.
"now that's a nice wake-up call, spence," you huffed out, still out of breath from just minutes earlier.
"you just looked so pretty," he followed your lips, kissing them once more as if he couldn't get enough of you - because he couldn't. "and you started grinding against my leg so i figured it was as good a time as any to try it out," he shrugged as he moved his body more beside your own.
"there's another thing i wanna try out," you grinned maniacally before continuing, "in the shower," you whispered in his ear.
"i-uh," he stuttered out, clearly going to do whatever you wanted. "su-sure."
your hand moved further down his torso, finally being met with his, as you suspected, painfully hard dick.
"seems like i'm not the only one who needs a nice wake-up call, huh, pup?" you smiled at the way his hips automatically thrusted into your hand, a whimper falling from his lips. "i'll take that as a yes."
it would turn out to be a long, long morning - but in the best possible way.
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Sweet music playing in the dark
Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: smut, seriously this is just porn without plot, face sitting, fingering, oral, slight edging, slight mommy kink (it's used only like three times, blink and you'll miss it), usage of the word whore but only once
A/N: This is my first smut so please bare with me lol. I wanna thank @teenyweenynightghost for making me write this instead of doing homework, this is what I needed and honestly I regret nothing. And yes, I did use a random fanfic title generator for this one.
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.
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Droplets of water fell from singular strands of your hair and hit the tiled floor as you walked out of the bathroom into the room. You smoothed out the fabric of the shirt you had just put on and walked into the bedroom, ready to start your day. Entering the room, your eyes were glued to the floor, mind already racing with thoughts about the thrills of the upcoming day.
"Buongiorno, cucciola," you heard Vic say, making you look up from the floor. Before you got a chance to reply, you stopped dead in your tracks as you watched the following scene unravel in front of your eyes.
Your lovely girlfriend Victoria (although the word lovely wasn't the best way to describe her at that moment; hot and absolutely breathtaking seemed to be more suitable) was kneeling on the bed, looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. A knowing smirk adorned her face as she noticed your shock. Your mind went blank as you let your eyes fall lower, noticing all the little details of her outfit (or the significant lack of it). Your eyes trailed down her soft skin to her chest area. She was dressed only in a shirt made from a sheer seethrough fabric that left no room for imagination. You gulped hard as your eyes went even lower, following her exposed stomach and finally stopping at the edge of her white cotton panties. Right below Vic's belly button, there was a bow that made the whole outfit complete. Lastly, you looked at her bare thighs and legs, wishing you could be trapped between them forever.
"I said good morning, love, aren't you going to reply?" Vic replied in a sultry voice, making you suddenly very aware of your surroundings.
"Ugh... hi, Vic," you whimpered out a response, not knowing how to react properly.
"Now, cucciola, that's not what you should be calling me right now, is it?" she tutted, unhappy with your response. Your eyes widened at her words as your mouth went dry. You hated the effect she had on you. How easy it was for her to get you all worked up and at her command.
"N-no mommy," you stuttered, biting your lip and clenching your fist. You saw her mouth twist in a smug smile and nod in approval as soon as the words left your shaking lips. However, she still hadn't moved a bit from her position.
"Good girl," she whispered, her words sending a shock through your body straight to your core. You clenched your thighs and bit your lip. The tension was too much. You had to do something! Victoria must have sensed it too because she moved to the edge of the bed and reached her hand towards you, her fingers curling in a 'come hither' motion. Without hesitation, you stepped towards her, eager to feel her touch.
"I'm gonna give you everything you want, darling, I promise," she murmured, brushing your arm with her fingers before gently touching the skin on your neck. You shuddered underneath her touch, and your skin almost felt as if it were on fire where she trailed her fingertips ever so slightly.
Victoria looked into your eyes deeply for a mere second before grabbing your chin gently and brushing her lips against yours. The kiss felt so sweet and innocent, unsuitable for the situation you found yourself in. You couldn't help but melt into her touch, your heart skipping a beat at her wholesome gesture. The message was simple; I love you. You immediately reciprocated the kiss, your hand wandering absentmindedly to rest on the girl's shoulder.
That's when the kiss changed. Without a warning, Vic grabbed your hair roughly and, suddenly, pressed your body closer to hers, making your chests collide. You let out a gasp of surprise, but it soon had been muffled and turned into a moan by Vic's tongue that had entered your mouth harshly. She explored the inside of your mouth, dominating the kiss completely. You moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, her hand touching your body through your shirt. You could have stayed like that forever, not caring about anyone else in the whole world. The kiss was everything. It felt like it could give life, tear down antique buildings and bring down armies. The force she was kissing you with went straight to your heat, dampening your panties. It was incredible how a single kiss made you this hot and bothered. Soon, your lungs started feeling as if they were on fire, and you desperately needed to take a breath, even though you didn't want to break the kiss.
"But first," Victoria said, parting your bodies after what felt like hours and looking deep into your eyes," you are gonna make me feel good," she whispered, slapping your bare thigh with her hand. Your eyes widened, and your heart started racing at the thought, something that would soon become a reality. Not being able to utter a word, you nodded frantically, breathing deeply.
"Lay down for me, cucciola, and if you please me, I'll think about taking care of you," she said in a demanding voice, making you gulp once again and rub your thighs together to relieve some friction. Without having to be told twice, you lay down on the bed, your heart thumping in your chest.
You heard Victoria shuffle beside the bed for a minute and felt the mattress beside you sink under her weight.
"That's it, good girl," Vic stated, throwing one of her legs on the other side of your body and straddling your thigh. As you felt her wetness on your bare skin, you realised she must have had taken off her white knickers, and the mere thought made you whimper audibly. Once again, she connected your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries.
"I'm gonna ride your face, sweets, would you like that?" she asked, pressing herself harder on your leg.
"Yes, mommy, please," you breathed out and nodded frantically, your hands sneaking up underneath her shirt to lay on her back. You were desperate to make her feel good.
"Of course, you would, you little whore," Vic moved up along your figure and put her legs on both sides of your face, aligning her dripping centre with your face. Your mouth watered at the sight. "But you're my whore," she mumbled before lowering herself into your mouth.
Without wasting any time, your tongue darted out to lick a long swipe along her slit, wetting her even more in the process. You let yourself taste her juices for a moment, enjoying her sweetness. When you felt Victoria bring her fingers into your hair, it only made you speed up your actions and lick her once again. Quickly, your tongue found her engorged clit and started circling around it tenderly.
"Oh, yeah, just like that," she moaned out, moving her hips up and down to meet her needs. Taking her sounds as signs of approval, you wrapped your lips around the sensitive nub and sucked on it gently. Vic groaned, tugging on your hair and making you let out a whimper, ever so incredibly pathetic. She looked truly ethereal. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, hair flying around her face and boobs bouncing up and down as she rutted herself on your tongue. The sight of it was almost too much for you to take, and you crossed your legs, hoping that it would relieve at least some of the throbbing that had formed between your legs. "Cazzo, keep going, (Y/N)."
Bringing one of your arms around her waist to keep her in place, you ran your tongue through her folds and licked at her entrance eagerly. You fucked her with your tongue as she moved her hips, desperately working towards her desired release. Your other hand roamed her chest, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipple ring. You moaned with her, the vibrations from your voice sending more and more jolts through her body.
You felt her near her climax as she tightened around your tongue and pulled on your hair more.
"Cucciola, don't stop, you're going to make me cum," she breathed out, looking down at you. Wet noises filled the room as you lapped at her pussy. The sounds were so dirty, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
Eager to watch her fall apart beneath your touch, you wrapped your mouth against her clit once again and sucked hard. This, combined with the sight of you eating her out as if your life depended on it, was the final blow for Victoria. She shuddered and let out a series of angelic moans as she came covering your face with her juices. You kept on kitten licking her core to help her ride out her orgasm. Finally, her movements stopped, her breathing heavy and ragged. She rolled off your face and plopped on the bed next to you, trying to even out her breaths. Seeing her in this state made your chest swell with pride, knowing that you were the one to make her feel so good.
"So good for me," she breathed out, kissing your cheek and nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. "I love you, (Y/N)."
You hummed in response, throwing your arm around her, hugging her gently. You didn't understand how you could be so lucky to deserve something like this. Pushing your own needs aside, you cuddled up with her, kissing her head in a sweet manner. Pleasuring her was your priority, and you didn't need to cum in order to feel satisfied. And that was true for Victoria as well, as she always made sure you were enjoying yourself first.
After a minute or two, you felt Vic shift her figure and hover on top of you, kissing your neck. Her knee parted your legs, and it brought attention to your core that was already throbbing painfully.
"Now, do you think you did a good job at pleasuring me, cucciola?" she asked, her voice ringing in your ears. She looked down at you, staring straight into your eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from the aftermath of her orgasm and parts of her hair stuck to her forehead. You gulped once again, looking into her shiny eyes.
"I tried my best," you responded quietly, your words barely audible. Vic took off your shirt and discarded it somewhere in the room for you to find later. Your nipples immediately hardened at the contact with cold air. She kissed your cheek before licking a long stripe up your neck. Your pussy was pulsating and in desperate need of attention, but you couldn't even close your legs for some friction as Vic's knee successfully prevented you from doing so. You whimpered when her lips found your sweet spot, sucking on it harshly. You knew that it would bruise really fast, but you didn't care at all, loving the feeling of being marked by your girlfriend. One of her hands immediately attached itself to your breast and twisted your nipple, making you gasp audibly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear as her hand massaged your boobs. Little moans and cries escaped your quivering lips. Every little touch made you go crazy, lighting up a fire on your skin, but it wasn't enough. Your pussy was throbbing, your panties practically soaked, and every little touch on your body only made you hornier.
When Victoria's lips detached themselves from your neck, you whined at the loss of contact. She quickly moved to kiss you, her tongue exploring your mouth once again. She tasted herself on your tongue, enjoying it. Suddenly, you felt her put her hand on top of your soaked panties, resting it on top of your over-sensitive clit. Your hips jolted forward in search of some more as the most sinful moan escaped your lips.
"Fuck, I love the sounds you make when you are under me," Victoria mumbled, breaking the kiss for a second.
"Please, please, more," you chanted, chasing her lips with yours. It only made her chuckle at how pathetic you looked. She hadn't even touched you, and you were already at her command. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and were threatening to spill any second.
"Shhh... It's okay, cucciola, just let me take care of you, now," she kissed your temple before lowering her face to your chest. She licked her lips hungrily and took your right breast in her mouth, tongue circling your hardened nipple. Her other hand moved to your left boob and massaged it gently. At that point, your panties must have had been completely soaked through, your juices spilling onto the covers. A moan after moan escaped your lips when she switched position, taking your left boob in her mouth and placing her hand on your right one, spreading her spit all over your chest.
"Please, mommy," a plea that had been in your mouth for a while finally made it past your lips. You sobbed at her touch or the absence of it where you most wanted it. Finally, Vic gave your boobs a final squeeze and kissed each nipple before licking down your exposed tummy. She left a trail of wet kisses around your belly button and sucked on the skin on your hip. Your back arched involuntarily as she bit your skin and left dark bruises.
"Look at you, so desperate, and I haven't even touched you yet," your girlfriend cooed, a smug smile permanently plastered on her face. Her chest swelled with pride as she saw you in that state, knowing that she was the one making you look so dishevelled. It was her touches to make you whimper so pathetically and her voice that made you beg for more. A single tear rolled down your cheek only to be wiped by Vic's soft finger.
"Shhh... I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered again, rubbing your cheek with her thumb reassuringly. But deep inside she loved seeing you like this and wanted nothing more than to have fun with you for hours and hours on end.
Positioning herself in front of your clothed heat, she licked her thumb and placed it on top where your clit lay. She rubbed it through your panties, earning a moan from you. Your hips jolted upwards to create more friction, but she quickly pulled away, chuckling under her breath. You felt Victoria's fingers hook over the waistband of your knickers as she pulled them down your legs in a swift movement, making your body shiver when cold air made contact with your exposed pussy. She rubbed the inside of your thigh reassuringly as you tried to even out your breath and get used to the temperature. Vic licked two fingers and placed them above your heat, rubbing your clit through the hood gently. You clenched around nothing when familiar warmth spread through your body, a sinful groan escaping your lips. As soon as the girl saw your reaction, she sped up her movements.
Vic gathered some of your wetness on her fingers and licked them clean, teasing you playfully," You are so wet, cucciola." She collected some more and rubbed her index finger at your opening, placing a tiny kiss on your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when she pushed her digit into you, curling it inside. Her mouth found its way to your clitoris as she sucked and flicked her tongue on your sensitive nub. Fucking your with her finger, her other hand found yours and gave it a heartwarming squeeze. More tears spilled from your eyes as another finger entered you, making you gasp for air.
Victoria continued fucking you with her fingers and skilled tongue, your legs wrapped around her head. I could wear those thighs as earmuffs any given day, she grinned at the thought. She could feel you nearing your orgasm as you clenched around her fingers, moans becoming more high pitched and breathing shallower. You could feel the familiar tingling in your legs start to appear when, suddenly, your girlfriend pulled away, taking out her fingers and detaching her mouth. The cry that left your lips at the loss of contact left Vic wishing she had been recording you from the start. She would have kept the footage forever, using it on tours and reminding you about how beautiful your sounds were.
"Nononono, please, please, Vic," you begged, a series of whines and cries escaping your lips. You were on the edge, only a few rubs away from a powerful climax when she pulled out. You looked so devastated by it that Vic almost felt sorry for doing it. Almost.
"Sorry, cucciola, I couldn't help myself. You just look so good when you beg for my fingers," she smirked smugly at you before climbing up to wrap her arm around you. "I won't do it anymore, I promise," she whispered into your ear and sucked on your earlobe.
Reaching her hand down to your heat, Victoria returned to circling your clit with her thumb. Kissing away your tears, she inserted two fingers back into you and continued pressing at your g-spot. Your body practically melted into hers as she rubbed on your nub, getting you closer to your orgasm. You looked angelic, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight of you, so vulnerable and so open just for her. She loved seeing you like this.
"I'm g-gonna c-um. I'm gonna cum!" you breathed out, turning your head towards Vic's to connect your lips, even for a brief second.
"I know, darling, just let go. I've got you," she kissed away your tears, not stopping her movements. Your body tensed, and you knew you were seconds away from an orgasm of a century. With a final rub on your clit and a kiss on your neck, you came hard. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami, almost making you scream. Your mind went blank as your legs started shaking, clear juices squirting from your pussy, only to be collected by Victoria's skillful fingers and brought to her lips. You held your breath as she kept on rubbing your heat, helping you ride out your orgasm. All the tears had been kissed away by your girlfriend, who made sure you got the best experience.
When your breath evened out, you turned to the side, putting your head on her shoulder, your hand searching for hers to hold. The girl's fingers found yours as she brought them to her lips, kissing them lightly. Letting you cuddle up against her body, she hummed and brushed through your hair, untangling it for you. Vic looked at you, admiring your figure and taking notice of all the hickeys that she had given you.
"Come on," she whispered after a couple of minutes, "let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."
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Grunge-Metal Geralt
Hi, im fucking trash for the idea of Geralt being the front man for a Five Finger Death Punch type band and my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. This music genre is my bread and butter and I think Geralt’s repressed but highly emotional ass would fit right in. Yes im using another Hozier song, no i dont wanna hear anything about it. I’m a basic bitch and ive made my peace with it
Warnings: i honestly have no idea, its a little horny, little emotional, but theres no actual character interaction?, its at a concert venue? idk yall.
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Jaskier was… out of his comfort zone.
It’s not that he didn’t like the grunge-metal music, he just hadn’t listened to much and he was not used to the energy. People were yelling and screaming and the opener hadn’t even come on yet. He didn’t feel unsafe, far from it. Several people had checked to see if he was okay, seeing as he was the only person in the entire arena wearing a sweater that wasn't ripped or faded to hell. It was just a far cry from the shows he was used to.
He played folky-blues. This was nothing like his shows.
When the lights went down the crowd was deafening, all moving as one to rush the front of the floor, not giving a single fuck about tickets.
The openers were exciting, and Jaskier was surprised by some of the concepts and messages behind the music. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all and he found himself searching them up on Spotify to listen later.
Then came The Witchers.
Eskel and Lambert made their energetic entrance, followed by Aiden calmly walking to his drums and sitting as if he were walking into a college class. But Geralt was nowhere in sight. The one person Jaskier had actually come to see.
He’d seen a video clip from a previous concert where they covered one of his songs, and he was praying they’d do it again. It was lovely in a haunting-almost-threatening way, and the expression in Geralt’s posture alone was enthralling. He had to see it live.
But Geralt was still absent as the band started to build a song. First Aiden with the beat, then Eskel’s bass, then Lambert with a melody on his electric guitar. It built and built and built to a fever pitch, taking the crowd with it. People were already jumping and screeching. Jaskier had to stand on his seat to see the stage clearly.
Geralt’s voice echoed through the venue, low and closer to a growl than singing, but he was still nowhere to be seen.
Jaskier thought he’d been prepared, but his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He briefly wondered if this was what his friends were feeling when they listened to ASMR.
Geralt remained hidden for the whole first verse, getting the crowd even more excited than Jaskier thought possible, only for the band to go completely silent for a whole measure. When the crowd's screams reached their absolute loudest, Geralt dropped from on top of one of the jumbotrons, landing on one of the horse-sized speakers before launching into the chorus.
Oh fuck, he was even more beautiful in person.
He was… well he was a beast of a man. Jaskier really didn’t have another word for the way his muscles bulged and how lithe and powerful he looked springing from the speaker to join his bandmates on the main stage. His thighs filled out his black, tattered jeans and there were clear faded spots where his muscles strained the fabric too often. The thin black tank he wore did nothing but pretend the man was semi-modest. It was so tight, the only thing left up to the imagination was tan lines and the color of his nipple piercings.
Jaskier was most entranced by his long, white, wavy hair falling past his shoulders. As the show continued and he started to sweat, a lot, it got curlier and curlier at the root. Jaskier wanted to give him a mask and some curl cream, but only after a, uhm, rough night of getting to know each other. He’d heard rumors about Geralt from hitting arenas not long after they’d left. He was quite sure they’d have a great time.
As he focused on the lyrics more and more, he was more inclined to want to wrap Geralt up in a hug and worship every part of him until he felt whole again.
Either he’d been shown the shitty side of the genre, or The Witchers were exceptions to the rule of content. Jaskier was almost moved to tears a few different times.
Finally, about an hour into Jaskier mindlessly feasting his eyes on the front man, Geralt leapt onto another speaker and sat down, breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear.
“You still with us?”
The unholy screech from the crowd left no doubt they were just as excited, if not more so, than when they’d arrived.
“Good! Good..” he trailed off, chuckling as he lowered the mic to take a breath, “We’re gonna slow it down for a minute,” he leaned forward and held the mic away as Eskel shouted something up at him to which he laughed and flipped him off.
“As I was saying, we’re gonna yearn for a minute or two and do a cover. Song by Jaskier called ‘Talk’.”
The crowd lost their shit again, various pride flags popping up throughout the stands.
Geralt chuckled and raised his combat boot, showing off the bi flag colored treads, earning another round of screams. If this is what the grunge-metal scene was like, Jaskier had been missing out his entire life. Sure his fans were sweet and supportive and loving when he’d come out. But this was electric and feral and completely addictive.
Lambert struck the opening chord to Jaskier’s song and the crowd settled to a gentle hum, setting the tone immediately, as if they all knew exactly what was coming.
Geralt closed his eyes as he tapped his thigh with one finger, keeping time before his rumbling baritone hit Jaskier like a freight train.
“I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found…”
Jaskier could have collapsed right there. He knew he was staring like a lovesick idiot, but hell, everyone around him was too. When the chorus hit and Eskel came in with a heavy bass line he nearly fell off his chair. Geralt’s intensity raised with the addition of the backup but he didn’t move. He stayed seated, swaying slightly, with his eyes closed as he crooned out the words Jaskier had sobbed as he wrote, broken hearted and miserable.
It was surreal.
Sure he’d seen other covers. Sure they’d been lovely. But he wanted to listen to this and only this as he fell asleep for the rest of his life. He’d never play it again if he could only hear it one more time.
After the last verse Lambert launched into a guitar solo while Geralt jumped off the speaker and meandered to the center of the stage to slot his mic back in it’s stand. He gripped it like a lifeline when Lambert held one last note for as long as his instrument would allow and only started singing the last chorus when it was almost silent.
“I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do
So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you
I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do
So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you”
His expression looked hopeless and utterly desperate as he crooned out the last two lines. He let his hair fall to cover his face and Jaskier could just barely hear his panting breath over the sound system as the crowd exploded. Geralt tipped his head back and took two deep breaths before straightening up and getting on with the show but Jaskier was stuck.
He was vaguely aware of someone taking a picture of him, but he really couldn’t care less. The fact that Geralt moved right on to a song called ‘Burn Motherfucker Burn’ didn’t matter either.
Jaskier jumped down from his arena seat, whipping out his phone and sending the band a tweet, because apparently that’s what musicians did now?
“Record it. Please. It’s either that or sing me to sleep every night. You choose.”
He stayed for the rest of the show and walked to his car in a haze. Before he backed out of his spot he checked his phone like always and his heart nearly stopped at the two top notifications.
One public reply: “Both? -G”
And one direct message: “If you’re still here and want to grab a drink, I’m just backstage.”
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Fixed? Never - SMAU*
Part 3
CorpseHusband x FemReader
Warnings: cussing
A/N: again, any posts with a “ * ” attached to “smau” has writing in it. imma focus A LOT more on just the social media n message perspective, but y/n n corpse meet in this part soooo i had to add some writing :) something else b4 i forget; i’m updating my masterlist and changing it into a directory post that way you guys can also request through a google form! i’ll have requests open at all times unless i get too stressed out or if they overfill. due to me changing my masterlist, there’s gonna be about 6 posts i think. also,, thank you guys so much for 600 followers! i’ve been hitting a bunch of milestones and haven’t been remembering to say thank you, but just know that i appreciate every single one of you... also i love reading y’all’s comments 😭
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You make sure you’re set up before 6 PM, which was probably a mistake. You can’t sit still, you’re starting to get nervous, and you kind of just want to run away to McDonald’s.
Sure, you know Ludwig, Dream, and Rae, but it feels like you’re at school all over again. That anxious feeling of having to be with people while your best friends aren’t around.
You’re leg is bouncing, your nails are tapping on your desk, and you can’t stop running your hand through your hair. It probably looks like a fucking bird nest by now.
You start streaming, deciding that maybe talking to your supporters will make things a bit better.
“Hey, loves,” You greet in a not so Y/N-fashioned way. Of course, the chat catches on, and you’re being called out for it. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that your supporters know how you usually are.
@user: What happened to, “Hey, bitches!”
@user: Ou, someone is nervous.
Yeah, they obviously know you very well.
“Alright, let’s start over.” You clear your throat for dramatic effect because, well, when are you not dramatic? “Hey, bitches!” Yup, even you know that just feels right.
After a while of talking to your supporters, Rae sends you the Discord invite and the Among Us code. You join, feeling your nerves start to come back.
“Y/N!” Rae exclaims in excitement when she sees you’ve joined the Among Us lobby.
“Hi,” You say, shyness lacing your voice.
“Oh my God! The cutest voice.” Jack says. Wow, what a compliment coming from the Jack_Septic_Eye.
You take time to introduce yourself to everyone, trying to calm your nerves.
“Are we gonna start?” Ludwig’s impatient ass asks.
“We’re waiting for Corpse.” Rae explains.
Shit, another person you have to introduce yourself to?
“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets quickly, very obviously racing to be the first to say hi to Corpse.
“Hey, Sykkuno,” Corpse chuckles, and woah, the last thing you expected. You can’t help but be surprised, and you know it’s showing on your face. Why? Because your supporters are teasing you in the chat.
“Corpse,” Rae says in a sing-songy tone. “This is Y/N.” And your heart drops to your fucking stomach. Every single time it happens when you have to meet someone, but now your heart is beating even faster because you’re obviously the only one who hasn’t met Corpse. They’re all expecting a reaction out of you...
“Hey, Y/N.” His deep, husky voice says. You can hear the smile in his voice and it helps ease your nerves.
“Hi,” You greet, shyness still lacing your voice.
Corpse chuckles, “So cute.” Now you’re blushing. Great...
Rae starts the game, saving you before the others can start teasing you.
Crewmate.
You’ve only played Among Us once, in a public server with Dream, George, Karl, and Alex, and then you got bullied for not knowing what the fuck to do.
To say the least, you’re pretty glad to be Crewmate and not Impostor.
“Y/N!” Jack shouts, walking up to you. You slightly jump, forgetting they’re playing with Proximity Chat.
“Jack!” You shout back, letting his astronaut catch up to you.
“We were expecting a reaction.” He says, and of course they were.
“Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like he hears it a lot, don’t want to add on to the list of Things People Say To Him Everyday.”
“Yeah, he’s probably very grateful for that.”
“Grateful for what?” Charlie walks up to you two.
“Nothing,” Jack drawls. You’ve just met Charlie, but you know that he’d tease both you and Corpse about one another’s voices.
“Oh, I know!” Charlie exclaims, but before he can say what he knows-
“Okayyy! That’s enough interaction with Charlie for today.” Jack says, and you take that as a, ‘Walk the fuck away now, Y/N!’
You walk around, trying your best to finish tasks, but when it comes to the card swipe in Admin, you want to quit life as a whole.
“Ugh, I fucking quit.” You groan, slamming your hands on your desk. A deep, rumbling chuckle comes through on your headphones.
“Having trouble?” Corpse teases.
“Yeah. I wanna rip every strand of my fucking hair out.”
“Swipe it slower.” And with that, you try again. Voila! Just like magic.
“Well if I would’ve fucking known.” You groan, Corpse chuckling.
“Here, I can help you with the game.”
“Yes, please, I don’t know shit about it.”
“You know, you cuss a lot for having such a sweet, innocent, and cute voice.” Corpse laughs.
“Yeah,” You drawl. “I know, bad fucking habit.” You slap your hand over your mouth. How does someone cuss in every sentence? Get a filter, damn.
Corpse walks around with you as you both finish tasks, explaining how the game works, and giving you tips for when you do end up being an Impostor.
Honestly, you could listen to his voice all day. He’s also really sweet.
“What are you two up to?” Brooke asks, doing tasks in Electrical with you two. Corpse told you to make sure you’re always aware of your surroundings when you’re in Electrical. So, naturally, you’re freaking out, but silently and internally.
“Brooke,” Corpse warns. He doesn’t even have time to finish his warning. Brooke kills him, his body flopping over, the one bone sticking out from the top of his body. Your mouth falls open.
“Hey, Y/N. Let’s be besties!” You don’t know what to do, but ay, #girlsupportinggirls, right? So, you walk with her. She helps you along the way, also telling you tips on the game, explaining how everything works. Then, after about a minute, a whole 60 seconds, Corpse’s body is reported.
“Why Corpse? Such an innocent man with a beautiful voice.” Lud fake cries.
“Get over it,” Brooke says.
“It’s Brooke! Brooke’s an Impostor!” Lud shouts.
“What? No! I was with Y/N for a lot of this round.” Brooke defends herself, and oh fuck, who the fuck do you defend? You’ve just met both of them, one of them will possibly hate you forever.
“Y/N?” Sykkuno grabs your attention, snapping you out of your thinking.
“Yeah, she was. She wouldn’t have had time to kill Corpse. Where was the body?” Well, there you go, potentially ruining yours and Corpse’s blooming friendship. Sad Girl Hour, type beat.
“In Electrical,” Charlie says.
“Yeah, no way she would’ve had to time to kill him.”
Nobody’s voted out. Brooke hasn’t even told you who the second Impostor is so, you don’t know if you should stay with her or not.
As you and Brooke are walking around, or skipping as she sees it, and holding hands, Dream pops out of a vent. Well, there’s Imposter two.
“Woah! Dream, way to out yourself out.” You tease, throwing your head back and laughing.
“Please, you’ve been with Brooke the whole time. Don’t say anything.” Dream begs, making you and Brooke giggle.
“I won’t, I won’t.”
“Thank you,” He starts walking away from you guys, but not without finishing his sentence that you thought was already finished. “Cutie.” And there, finished.
Fucking finished! Tweedle-dee, tweedle dum! Whoopty-fucking-do! Fan-fucking-tastic! A-fucking-mazing!
And of course you’re blushing for the whole 80,000+ people watching to tease you about.
“Oh my God!” Brooke squeals. “What was that?!”
“I’ll explain later,”
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“Y/N, how could you?” Corpse says, offended.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do.”
“She’s my enemy, Y/N. We were supposed to stick together. I told you some tips and tricks, explained how to be a badass Impostor, everything!” Wow, he’s a good fucking actor.
“I can very well do the same thing, bitch.” Brooke spits, all in a playful manner - you hope...
“Not better than me, bitch.” Corpse retorts, his astronaut getting closer.
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Imposter.
With Corpse.
Great.
Your enemy. Or as he put it, “Enemy who he can maybe, and most likely, will become friends with in the near future.”
“Follow,” He says, and even though he’s your enemy, you do.
“I gotta do my own thing.”
“You don’t know how to do shit.” Corpse scoffs.
“Okay then, what the fuck are we gonna do?”
“Double kills, all the way, but only when we meet up with each other. So, right now, we’ll both go our own ways, but when we see each other again, we’ll walk to a pair and do a double kill if we can.” Corpse explains.
“Brooke told me not to do double kills often. It won’t help get through a game.”
Corpse snorts, “Brooke doesn’t know dog shit about this game.”
“Fine,” You groan, going along with it only because you don’t know dog shit about the game either.
As Corpse explained, you two do double kills every time you meet up. You two managed to get double kills where people rarely go - Shields, Comms, and the top of Cafeteria.
After killing Rae and Sykkuno, the game ends. You made sure to leave Brooke and Dream alive.
“Period, we did that!” You exclaim, everyone else groaning and complaining about how you two should never be an Impostor duo again. “But I still fucking hate you because you hate me!”
“Exactly!” Corpse retorts in the same tone as you.
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hey! im quite new here and i have seen a lot of talk about readers interactions and i was wondering what is the best way to support my favorite writers (like you) because i think i have been doing this wrong and i really want to support writers who do this<3 ps. sorry if that was confusing, english isnt my first language
not confusing at all babes! you're 100% clear.
also can i just say, i very much appreciate you asking this. i would much rather more people speak up and be like "hey, we dont know the best way to support our favorite writers so how can we?" other than just. Not Knowing and Not Doing Anything.
so, im going to speak from my own personal experience but also what ive seen many of my mutuals/writers i follow talk about. this might get a little long but i wanna answer as thoroughly as i can because people should know!
im putting it under a read more because it got hella long, but please i encourage everyone who reads fics but don't interact to read and consider these things.
fellow writers i encourage you to reblog and add any other commentary you think is helpful!
before anything else (this is absolutely not directed at you, anon, you're perfect), i just want to get this out of the way. never come to a writer's blog and get angry with them for complaining about lack of engagement. like jesus christ. writers are putting hours of work on tumblr for you for free. the least we ask is for comments and reblogs. that's it. if you go and act shitty towards writers who ask for more engagement, yet still follow and wait for the next fic, like what are you even doing bro. just stop.
anyway. now let's get to the actual question!
basically all writers on tumblr will agree, reblogs are vital. and i feel like that gets said a lot but maybe people dont actually understand how impactful it is so lemme give an example.
so let's say hypothetically i have 100 followers. that is 100 potential people who see a fic that i post (i say potential because timezones exist so you might not see it as it's posted)
and let's say one of my followers (Person A) reblogs it, and they have 50 followers. that's 50 more people that can read the fic.
and let's say Person B followers Person A and they also reblog it to their 50 followers.
with only two people reblogging a fic, that's already doubling the number of people who have read the fic.
now imagine Person C followers Person A and reblogs the fic, and Person C has like, 1,000 followers. that's so much more exposure for the writer.
and that's only from two followers of the writer. so imagine if all 100 that read the fic reblogged it? the numbers skyrocket at an exponential rate.
plus, more people reading means that the writer could get more people follow them. so they get a more consistent audience.
likes, on the other hand, do not guarantee this exposure. i would say that most people don't have their likes public on tumblr. and also, even if they do, i know that I'm not about to scroll through people's likes rather than scrolling thru their blogs. likes up the notes, and that's about it. of course i understand liking a fic so you can come back to it later, i do that all the time. but if I've liked a fic, i always reblog it once I've read it.
now, say you're reading hardcore smut that you might not want on your main blog for whatever reason, so that's why you don't reblog a fic. look, i get it. sometimes irl people follow your blog, or sometimes you just don't want people to know what you're getting up to. but that's why i made a sideblog specifically for fics.
this entire blog BEGAN as a way for me to reblog fics i liked. and then it grew and grew and grew into all this. not saying that you have to start writing if you do that of course, but i guarantee, i'd rather see a small sideblog blog with like 3 followers reblog my fic than a blog just like the fic and leave. because that's still 3 more people who will see my fic and possibly read it and reblog it. 3 is better than none.
comments. reblogs are important, but comments are really what keep writers writing. they inspire us with new ideas, help figure out what it is that people enjoy from us, help us improve our writing, and most importantly, they make us feel good. and like writing and posting is worth it.
now, i know that sometimes it can feel awkward reblogging with a comment directly on the post. i even usually don't do that unless it's with a friend. but here are some alternatives/tips!
send an ask or DM! if you're really intimidated, sending an anonymous message is by far the easiest way to bypass that awkwardness.
write in the tags!! i cannot express this enough. comment in the tags. ramble about the fic. just put three tags worth of screaming. literally ANY comments in the tags are my favorite thing. i promise you that writers will scroll thru like basically every tag.
also, if they post it on both tumblr and ao3, don't feel weird about giving a little comment on both! i do that all the time. you can even be like 'hey i read this on tumblr first but wanted to say again how much i enjoyed it' and that is like, heart burstingly nice to hear.
also, if you're having trouble coming up with something to say, my like top commenting tip as both a writer and a reader is point out something specific that you like about the fic. when i comment on a fic (this is moreso when i comment on ao3 bc my comments are always longer there) i try to point out a particular line i like. literally if you just copy and paste it and go 'wow i really really like this line especially' that is the number one way to a writer's heart. seriously. it's the simplest thing, but it makes SUCH an impact.
however, if your comments are only asking for more fics, then that's not a comment, that's a request (which not all writers take).
saying something like 'hey i loved this fic a lot! if you have more in store for this in the future, i'd be really excited to read it!' is a million times better than 'will you do a part 2'. i know they don't sound that different, but i promise you that the tone makes a big difference.
(i honestly have more thoughts about good ways to get over commenting fear/know what exactly to comment that doesn't feel generic, so if people would like me to make another post about it i'd do it.)
and last but not least, if the writer has a way to donate, like a ko-fi, that always is so appreciated. of course, take care of yourself first, but if you have a few bucks and wanna show some support to your faves, that's a great way to help :)
oh! also, if the writer ever reblogs those little ask game things, just send them something! engagement outside of writing is also so much appreciated.
i think that's about everything i can think of! i hope this is helpful and that my explanations weren't confusing (if i need to clarify anything let me know). and again, thank you so much for asking! even doing that shows that you're a reader who cares, and that means the world ❤
#misc#writing advice#not really writing advice but like kinda in a way yknow#i didnt really mean for this to be so long#but i felt like the explanation of why reblogs are so important is important for people to understand#bc i think its easy to believe that 'oh i have a really small blog so it wont do anything'#but no! even one more person reading is better than none!#reader advice
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Fully Functioning Tricycle
Sapnap x reader x Karl
requested: no (;-; no one has requested anything, pls request things guys requests are open)
Trigger warnings: slight swearing,
“blep” talking
“blep” flashback
‘blep’ video or text
premise: since you’d been absorbed into Karl and Nicks relationship, you guys had kept it under wraps, until... you accidently said something on a stream with Quackity, when you start getting hate about it Karl and Nick decide to do something about it
(y/n/n)- your nick name
(y/s/n) your screen name
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No one was quite too sure when it started, Karl would say once you moved in with them, and Sapnap argued that it started even before that, that you had just naturally been absorbed into their relationship.
Now ‘the frat house’ as the house you all rented had been dubbed by your friends on the Dream Smp, consisted of one relationship, and not just a group of pinning idiots.
You sighed, looking down at all the messages flooding your phone, it hadn’t even been a whole day since you let it slip, and still so many people knew, so many people were giving you hate online.
Everyone knew, except your boyfriends.
Somehow despite letting your involvement in there relationship out, and thousands of people were tweeting about it, they still hadn’t realized.
You had to hand it to them, for two pretty smart guys, Karl and Nick could be pretty oblivious.
“(y/n/n)?”
Karl’s call knocked you out of your thoughts and back to reality, so, you pushed away from your desk, “Yeah?”
He stuck his head in the door, “You almost done? Nicky’s about to finish his stream, and I would like cuddles.”
“uhhhh,” you glanced at your monitor, the assignment for one of your classes still open, “Soon, baby, I’m almost done.”
“M, kay.”
You pulled you chair back in as Karl wandered out, doing your best to refocus on the assignment, and not back onto the top notification, ‘I can’t believe (y/s/n) managed to convince themself they were good enough for Sapnap and Karl’
You sighed, you didn’t want to keep looking through them, but- what if someone said something worse?
It was a rabbit hole, every mention, every hashtag, every dm dragged you further in.
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“Do you think (y/n)s being weird?” Karl asked quietly.
Nick looked up at him confused, “Weird how?”
“I don’t know, something just seems off, you know?”
Nick frowned as he looked back down at twitter, confused by what he was seeing, he held his phone out for Karl to see, “You think this has something to do with it?”
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After a little while, and maybe a few tears, you managed to tear yourself away from your phone long enough to finish the work you had left, continuing to shove your phone away whenever a new notification came up.
You finished up the last of your assignment, quietly sending it off to your professor, and shutting down your computer, you shuffled off toward your unused bed, flopping down face first.
“(Y/n/n)!” Nick half sang, laying down next to you, “I was told to retrieve you for cuddles.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, shifting closer to him as he wrapped an arm around you.
“You alright love?”
“‘m tired.” You mumbled, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.
“Why don’t you come cuddle then? Karl’s lookin for a movie right now.”
Slowly you pulled yourself to stand with a sigh, “Alright.”
You shuffled out of the room, Nick only pausing to grab your phone, glaring down at a notification that read, ‘imagine thinking living in the same house is enough to warrant becoming a homewrecker.’
He quickly followed you into the other bedroom, smiling upon seeing how Karl’s face lit up upon seeing both his partners.
“(y/n/n)! Nicky!” He exclaimed, Holding up his arms, “Cuddles!”
You smiled at that, climbing into bed next to him, burying your head in his chest as Nick came to lay on your other side, wrapping an arm around both of you and pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck.
“(Y/n).”
It was the tone Nick used that got your worried, “Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you tell us what was going on with the fans on twitter, Darlin?” Karl asked softly.
Nick sighed, “I know we said we were keeping this on the down low, and it doesn’t really matter that it’s out there, but why didn’t you tell us?”
You bit your lip to stop it from quivering, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I didn’t mean to mess this up. We- We said we were going to announce it soon right?”
“Hey, hey,” Nick sat up a little, using the hand that wasn’t already holding Karl’s to rub small circles into your shoulder, “It’s alright love. It doesn’t matter that it’s out there, we just wanna know why you didn’t tell us about the toxic people?”
“It’s nothing.” You muttered.
“No it isn’t,” Karl said, “Darlin what happened?”
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“The Frat house?”
You had been streaming with Quackity, running around on the smp.
“Yeah, that’s what we call it!” You laughed.
Quackity snorted, “The Frat House? Why?”
“Have you met Karl and Sapnap? They are literally frat boys that aren’t in a frat!”
“Nah, it’s still weird. Like, why? What the fuck?”
You chuckled, “Interestingly it did actually used to be a frat house.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” He laughed.
“Yeah, that’s why there’s like four different bedrooms, plus a weird party basement.”
You both laughed, and went back to trying to mess with Fundy’s build without him noticing.
“What’s it like living with Sapnap? Is he actually that much of a Chad?”
“Oh yeah. It’s- it’s fucking chaotic here, obviously. I swear we do enough grocery shopping for like, three times the people than what live here, and every room except mine is a mess.”
“Oof, Imagine living with chadnap full time chat?” Quackity laughed.
A text to speech donation asked, “What’s it like being the third wheel too frat boys Karl and Quackity?”
In spite of yourself you snorted, “Someone asked what it’s like being the third wheel.”
He laughed, “Oh yes, the viewers want to know, give us the scoop!”
“Well.... I guess I’m not a third wheel in that sense, We’re pretty much a fully functioning tricycle now.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you’d said.
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Karl laughed once you finished explaining, and you slapped him lightly, “It’s not funny.”
“Yes it is!” He giggled.
“No!” You half wailed, “I fucked everything up!”
Nick barley held back a chuckle, “It is a little funny.”
You sighed, screwing your eyes shut and snuggling into them, “I didn’t wanna mess anythin up, but I did an’ now your making fun of me.”
Nick kissed the back of your neck again, “We aren’t making fun of you.”
“We just think it’s funny the way you said it,” Karl reassured, “What isn’t funny is the people harassing you.”
“Why didn’t you tell us it was going on?”
“It doesn’t matter,” You insisted, “It’ll all blow over eventually.”
~~
Sapnap
@sapnapalt
GUYS PLEASE WATCH THIS VID IT”S IMPORTANT!!
The video:
*Karl and Nick are half sat up in bed looking at the camera*
Nick: ‘guys as much as we were thinking weren’t going to have to say this, it really needs to be said.’
Karl: ‘When we came forward with our relationship you guys were all super caring and considerate, there was actually very little hate going around, surprisingly, and what are a few random homophobes on the internet gonna do?’
Nick: ‘We really appreciate how kind you all were to us, so please’
*the camera shifts down to show you, asleep on Karl’s chest and wrapped in Nick’s hoodie*
Nick: ‘stop bothering our partner.’
Karl: ‘please, it- everything has gone to far since they first said it and it isn’t okay. Yeah, we were keeping this a secret but thats because we were planning on a funny reveal, Just because this came out sooner than we planned doesn’t mean you get to bother (y/n) about it! I want all the hate your sending to them to stop!’
Nick: ‘It’s honestly fucking disgusting, how far you guys are taking this! The fact that they can hardly pick up there phone without getting more of this bull shit is not okay!’
*karl smiles at him softly* : ‘we just want (y/n) to be happy and comfortable in this relationship and you guys aren’t exactly helping. Please Please please stop sending them hate and so yeah, it’s official, we really are a fully functioning tricycle.’
Nick: ‘so stop sending our partner hate!’
~~
You didn’t actually see the video until later, having all but thrown your phone away once you woke up the next morning, but when you did you couldn’t help but quickly tackle Karl, who happened to also be in the kitchen, in a hug.
“Thank you.”
He smiled into your shoulder, hugging you back just as tightly, “It was mostly Nicks idea.”
As if on cue Nick hugged you both from the side, “We couldn’t just leave it be love.”
Still grinning madly, you kissed them both, “I love you guys. So, so much.”
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Snowman
Series - Chapter One
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.
A/N: I haven’t posted in like 300 years, but I hope you guys enjoy this new series! This follows parts of TFATWS so expect spoilers! (Also I’m sure all the Russian is absolutely wrong, if you’d like to correct it please send me a message!)
Word Count: 1,815 (future chapters will be wayyy longer)
Snowman Masterlist || Full Masterlist
New York
2023
“So tell me about this-” the therapist looked down at her notes briefly, “(Y/N).” She finished.
Bucky paused momentarily, “No.”
“James, for these therapy sessions to be effective, you need to open up to me. I can’t help you if I don't know what’s wrong.” His therapist responded, laying her pen carefully on her small notebook.
Bucky thought for a moment, taking in the ambience of the room. What would he even say about (Y/N)? He hadn’t seen her in years. Bucky was kicking himself for accidentally bringing her up in his session last week. “I- uh-” he stammered, shifting his weight on the couch, “I met her in 2011. At least I think it was 2011. Date’s get kinda fuzzy sometimes, with all the cryo.” Bucky’s hand pressed against his head, feeling dazed as he tried to think back. “It was at the big HYDRA base outside of Moscow. We had to go on a mission together-” he was cut off,
“Did she work for HYDRA?” Dr Raynor interjected.
“Yea. She was an assassin too. She went by the alias the Viper.” Bucky pretended not to notice his therapist tense up. Anyone who knew anything about HYDRA knew who the Viper was. She was one of the most prolific assassins after the Winter Soldier.
“Tell me more about when you met her.”
“We were instructed to take out a terrorist organisation forming against SHIELD. Which was ironic because we were working for a terrorist organisation. But at this point SHIELD was being run by HYDRA and they couldn’t risk any slip ups, so they put 6 assassins on the job. HYDRA usually didn’t have their assassins working together, we were all too volatile. But we had to take out over 70 people in one night. It was (Y/N), a few assassins from the Red Room, and a few agents that HYDRA had trained personally, and me.” Bucky stopped.
“Where was (Y/N) trained?”
“At a secondary facility run by HYDRA. She was trained from a really young age. It’s all she’s known.” Bucky seemed somber. But his therapist continued,
“What happened on the mission?”
“Nothing. It went exactly to plan. The targets were taken out and we all left without a trace. But (Y/N), she- she kept trying to talk to me, or get to know me. I was the Winter Soldier. No one in their right mind ever tried to ‘get to know me’.”
“Why do you think (Y/N) did that?”
“She told me she was bored.” He replied bluntly.
Moscow
2011
The poorly lit conference room was filled with a myriad of assassins and officials. The only illumination came from old LED lights hanging from the concrete ceiling. The mossy green paint on the walls looked as if it hadn’t been patched up in years. The only new-ish part of the room was the large, oak conference table, surrounded by black, leather seating. It was difficult not to notice the red HYDRA symbol holding a spot on almost every piece of clothing in the area.
“TITAN terroristicheskaya organizatsiya, formiruyushchayasya protiv nas. (TITAN is a terrorist organisation forming against us.)” Kuznetsov spoke, “Izbrannyye budut otpravleny segodnya vecherom v Ukrainu dlya vypolneniya postavlennoy zadachi. Uberi ikh. (The chosen ones will be sent to Ukraine tonight to complete their given tasks. Take them out.)”
That was all it took. You stared at the file in front of you. You had read through it multiple times, going over every single name, every single skill set your targets had. You were more than certain you could complete this job on your own. But you had no choice on the matter.
Your eyes darted around, taking in the faces of the assassins that were to accompany you on your mission. Two youthful females, dressed in black leather sat next to each other. The older, grimacing woman behind them was Madame B., the head supervisor of the Red Room. You moved your gaze to the two agents in dark green uniforms and red, soviet berets. Neither looked particularly menacing.
You finally landed on the last assassin. His dark hair fell like curtains around his face. Gloomy blue eyes searched their way through the room. His sharp jaw seemed tense through his stubbled cheeks. He was large, extremely built. Covering his frame was an amplitude of black clothing and gear.
“Play nice.” Your mentor spoke softly over your shoulder, breaking you from your train of thought.
“I always do.”
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Your padded snow boots ripped through the thick snow covering the ground. The six of you had hiked your way to the set point on your GPS systems, the clouds of snowfall covering your vision held the illusion that there were absolutely no structures nearby. A large helicopter had dropped the group a few miles out from the hideout to ensure nothing was compromised. The trek was in utter silence, fighting against the harsh temperature in mid February.
The waypoint became closer on your map, a tiny building slowly appeared in your vision against the foggy downfall. It was a small, wooden cabin. Everyone hustled their way through the unlocked door. It was barren, it held no furniture, no blankets, no means of any life. There appeared to be a few doors that led to small, empty rooms. The entrance only held a small fireplace, filled with old cut down logs that had been eaten by bugs.
The group quickly dispersed, you headed to one of the rooms alone, throwing down your belongings onto the floor. The bag you carried was mainly filled with weapons and ammunition, along with a very warm sleeping bag. You knew too well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, but you would need the extra heat for now.
There was no chatter anywhere in the house. Your mission would begin in 6 hours. Everyone was likely putting together their artillery. You decided to cozy up in your navy sleeping bag for a moment of comfort.
Someone had lit the fire in the lounge. A warm, orange light crept through the cracks in your door. The ambiance was strangely calming for a shitty cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Snow continued to fall against the tiny glass pane of your room. You weren’t a fan of assassinating in the snow. It was low vision, harsher climates, and it lessened the ability to move. Snakes weren’t creatures of the cold. Conveniently you’d been grouped with someone who called himself ‘The Winter Soldier’. I’m sure he loves the cold, you thought.
You’d heard a lot about him. Everyone had. He was the perfect assassin. He never failed a mission, his body didn’t reject cryo, every form of enhancement HYDRA had used on him had been a success. He was what every assassin had aspired to be.
Without thought, you grabbed the glass bottle laying next to you and walked off to the room the Winter Soldier had claimed for the night.
“Privet (Hello)”. You announced, pushing his door open with a creak. His head didn’t turn towards you. He sat on the floor, the sound coming from him indicated he was sharpening knives.
“Khochesh' vypit'? (Want a drink?)” You asked, motioning the bottle towards him.
He stayed silent for a moment. Finally he turned, looking up at you from his position on the floor. “What is it?” His dark tone asked back. The amber light from the fire crashed against his features. His strong jaw was covered with a dark stubble, his brunette hair tucked behind his ears. His most obvious feature was the hauntingly blue eyes that sat in sunken sockets, he looked drained.
“It’s vodka.” You stated, honestly. You were surprised to hear he wasn’t Russian, he sounded… American?
“You’re drinking before a mission?” He queried.
You shrugged. “Alcohol doesn’t freeze.” You sat down next to him. “Plus it takes the edge off.” A faint clinking noise announced as you placed the bottle on the floor between you two. He stared at you for a moment, before quietly going back to his knives.
“Wanna play 20 questions?” You interrupted the silence.
“No.”
“What about truth or dare?”
“I’m not 14.” the soldier replied, his eyes not leaving his handy work.
“How old are you?” You shot back,
“Why are you trying to get to know me?” He dodged your question.
“I’m bored.” You shrugged, taking a deep swig of the vodka. “And by my calculations,” you peered down at your watch, “we still have 3 hours and 27 minutes until the mission starts.”
He gave a shallow sigh, “93.”
“What?”
“I’m 93. How old are you.”
“93?! You were born in 1917?”
“Mhm. How old are you.”
“25. You look great for 93.” You chuckled.
“You look old for 25.” He jabbed back. His knife sharpener still grinding across a 6 inch blade.
“You flatter me.” You replied sarcastically. “So what’s your story? How’d you make it to 93?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”
Bucky looked over at you. “I’m telling you, you don’t want to know.”
“C’mon old man, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” You smirked. He once again, went back to his knives. It almost seemed as if he was trying to threaten you, pulling out larger knife after larger knife.
You huffed, opening your mouth to speak, “I was born in Hungary to a drug abusing mother, and an absent father. I was kidnapped and sold to HYDRA when I was 6. I was placed under the care of the Kraken. Not sure if you’ve met him, he’s this large guy-”
“I’ve met him.” Bucky stated, interrupting your spiel.
“Right, well, he trained me for years. Eventually HYDRA got involved again and I was tested on, experimented on, messed with, ya’ know, all that fun stuff.” You explained.
“Are you enhanced?” Bucky asked, almost as if he was actually interested.
“Yea. I have this whole snake venom trick. It’s great for up close combat. The experiments really should’ve killed me though. But maybe that’s what makes us so good-” Bucky looked over at the woman next to him, her bright eyes stared back at him as she spoke “ya’ know, the best assassins are the ones living off borrowed time. Because we’ve met death before, so we’re not afraid to do it again.”
Bucky quickly grabbed the Barrett M82 rifle next to him, his metal arm making faint whirring noises. “I’m going to scope out the base.” He stated bluntly. And with that, his large black boots walked him out the bedroom, and out the door.
You let out a faint sigh, creeping back to your room to sort out your weapons. You were sure it was something you said that scared him off. I guess at 93 you have to be living off too much borrowed time, you speculated. You absentmindedly set up your pistols, your mind not being able to wander from the Winter Soldier. Maybe annoying the Red Room girls would get your mind off it.
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Holiday Troubles
Characters: Aizawa, trans male reader
Contains: Unsupportive family, transphobia, homophobia, misgendering, mentions of a deadname (D/N), mentions of religion and praying, mentions of dysphoria, angst, hurt/comfort, angst with fluff ending. This was written mainly as a comfort fic during the winter holidays but wanted to post this here (originally posted on AO3). Please read with caution as this content may be triggering for some
Word Count: 2K+
The holidays were always rough for you, being not only gay but transgender as well. There were the off-putting tension and feelings every time you walked in the room, and the side glances and judgemental glares that were shot your way if you were even caught wearing something feminine and not masculine. Mostly from your parents and family, feeling the obligation that you had to follow gender norms in the hope to not only pass but to be taken seriously in your own identity.
The holidays got a little easier once you married your now husband. He made visiting your family a bit easier and made the holidays in general, more enjoyable for you. This year, unfortunately, he had meetings and a nightly patrol that he couldn’t get out of, so you were left to go to the Christmas family gathering by yourself.
The day came, and needless to say, you were a nervous mess. You dressed up in a suit, something masculine of course to appease your family and keep those comments at bay. Though, you knew you weren’t in the clear as there was still a high chance of being deadnamed and misgendered by family who were unsupportive or others who just didn’t try. Your husband, Shouta, let you know before he left early that morning that if you needed anything at all to give him or Hizashi a call and they would come and get you in a heartbeat. He said Hizashi, just in case he couldn’t be reached, which was fine with you, Hizashi had become a close friend to you.
You arrived at your parent's house a little later than they asked, just cause you were nervous and needed more time to prepare for this evening. You knocked on the front door, adjusting your suit as you waited for someone to open the door, only to be greeted by one of your younger siblings. They gave you a big hug, before dragging you inside where you were greeted by family.
Your grandmother was the first to deadname you. She called out as you talked to your uncle, a devious smile on her face as the name rolled off her tongue. You cringed hearing it and so badly wanted to correct her, but if your mother caught wind that you did, who knows what drama may pursue. You endured the conversation with her, as she made sure to drop in your deadname every chance she could get.
“Honestly D/N, you really should stop playing dress up and realize that you are a girl. Your husband would be so much happier to have a wife who knows her place and not some confused girl.”
You took a deep breath and bid your goodbyes to your grandmother as you went to find someone else to talk to. Eventually, dinner was called, and you all gathered around and your grandfather said a prayer. You looked down at your feet the entire time, not really wanting to participate in the prayer. Soon it wrapped up and a line formed into the kitchen to get food. After everyone got food, everyone gathered around and talked, telling stories of things that happened within the past year in their lives, as well as asking questions to others to get the latest scoop. You just decided to eat silently, trying to not participate in the gossip fest happening before you.
“So Y/N, how are you and your husband doing?” Your dad asked before he took a sip of a beer. You held up your pointer finger, signaling that you needed a moment as your finished chewing food before you smiled and spoke.
“Oh, we are doing well! He sends his deepest apologies that he couldn’t make it, hero duties called.” You smiled, taking a quick glance around the room. Some whispers were exchanged, knowing it was about you and Shouta. It was clear that besides your family not supporting your identity, they also did not support your marriage to a hero. Especially a hero who was supportive of you and your identity.
“Honestly, how she manages to keep such a hero man, is insane. Like who would wanna marry some confused lesbian?” One of your aunts spoke out. You gripped your glass tightly, biting your tongue, not wanting to start any issues.
Other family members chimed in to add on to your aunt's comment and soon it became too much. You quickly excused yourself and went to the bathroom farthest away from your family. You pulled out your phone and texted your husband. You told him that you needed him or Hizashi or someone to come to pick you up, as you originally walked, as it was nice earlier prior to the sun setting. You quickly got a reply, saying your husband was on his way, and that he was getting someone to cover the rest of his patrol. You felt a bit bad to interrupt and have him leave his patrol, but god you just needed him right now more than anything.
You hid amongst the rooms as you waited for Shouta to send you a message or signal that he was here. Your mom called out your name, walking down the hall looking for you. The smile on her face dropped as she saw you and grabbed your arm.
“Come on Y/N, we are about to exchange gifts. Stop trying to hide and be nice and spend time with your family. It took a lot of work and effort to get everyone here, like your grandparents who haven’t seen you in ages.” Your mom aggressively whispered at you, as she pulled you towards the living room. You stayed silently, hoping that your husband would be here soon.
Your mom let you go and pointed to a chair near the tree. You sat down and were handed some gifts. You slowly opened them, trying not to draw attention to yourself. The first gift was in a gift bag, and opening it exposed a colorful piece of clothing. You pulled it out and it was a sundress. Although you didn’t mind breaking gender norms, dresses were never your thing, they held too many bad memories and made you dysphoric. You frowned, not having the energy to fake a smile. You felt your mind start to spiral before a voice pulled you out.
“Oh, D/N do you not like it. I made sure to even get the right size and everything. I thought you could put that on and surprise your husband when you go home. Imagine how he would react to see his wife, finally coming to terms with herself.” Your grandmother called out, staring at you the entire time. You went to open your mouth when another voice spoke up.
“Actually, I think my husband looks handsome and perfect just the way he is in the suit he is wearing, but thank you. Maybe we can save the dress and give it to one of my students, I know one of them would get much better use of it.” Shouta’s voice boomed out, making a hush fall across the room. You never heard the front door open, but then again Shouta was very good at staying silent. You looked at your husband, feeling all your emotions and feelings starting to rise to the surface. You caught a dirty look your mother gave you as you stood up and made your way over to Shouta.
He held out his hand as you got closer and held it tightly, quickly bidding goodbye for you both as he quickly led you outside to the car that was waiting outside and still running. “I had Hizashi drive me over, hope that’s okay.” You just nodded at him, not letting go of his hand until you got into the car. As soon as you and Shouta were in the car, Hizashi sped off.
“Heya listener, how did it go?” Hizashi asked out, peeking into the mirror looking back at you.
“I lasted longer than last year, so that’s a new record at least.” You joked, trying not to cry. At least not now, you had to make it until you were home and in bed, with your husband holding you close.
Hizashi talked most of the ride home, while Shouta kept glancing back at you. You tried to listen to what was being said, but you couldn’t focus, so you just looked out the window, slightly dozing off. You woke up to the feeling of being carried, your eyes adjusted as you saw Shouta was carrying you into the house and to the bedroom. On any other occasion, if he was carrying you like this you were bound to tease or crack a joke or something, but in this moment you just stayed in his arms, gripping onto him tightly. Once you both got to the bedroom, he helped you undress and slip on something comfy. After he finished helping you, he quickly changed and climbed into bed, pulling you close to him and holding you tightly.
For a while, you just laid there in his arms, fighting back the urge to scream and cry. Though, after he comforted you and let you know it was okay to be upset and that you could let it all out. In which you did, you sobbed in his chest for what felt like hours. You screamed and sobbed and let out all the feelings you bottled up for the few hours you were at the family gathering. Eventually, you ran out of tears to cry and were only left with your own thoughts. You were overthinking, mostly dwelling on the words your family spoke out to you this evening, and couldn’t help but question if it was true.
“Sho...I’ve got to ask you something, kind of important.” You gently pushed away and sat up in the bed, looking at him. He stared at you, and nodded, letting you know it was okay to continue on. You took a deep breath and went for it, “Am I enough for you? I brought a lot of baggage and trouble into our relationship and I know it can’t be easy for you dating me, specifically with the backlash and comments that get made by my family and others about me transitioning and just. If you were with anyone else, I feel like you won’t get all this drama and I’m sorry I’ve brought so much of it onto you Shouta.”
You watched as his facial expression changed and you quickly looked away, finding interest in anything that wasn’t his face, afraid of what his reaction not only meant but the words that were about to follow. “Y/N, please look at me.” You slowly looked up and he placed a hand on your cheek. “I love you Y/N. I love you for you, you are my husband and I won’t want anyone else besides me. You are more than enough for me. And we both have a lot of baggage but that doesn’t change my feelings for you, we can work through it all together. I meant what I said in my vows and at our wedding and I still stand by it. Forever and always.”
You fiddled with your fingers before speaking up, “I love you Shouta so much, I’m just afraid one day I won’t be enough, cause as silly as it is, I don’t feel masculine or manly enough, that you’ll find more of a ‘real’ man one day and just leave me behind.” Tears filled your eyes and you looked down, just wanting to hide under the blankets.
“Y/N Aizawa, you are absolutely masculine and manly enough. I will never find anyone else or more a man than you. You are all I want, and all I need. I love you so much, don’t ever doubt my love for you, cause it is never-ending sweetheart.” Shouta spoke out, lifting your head up and placing a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his arms, holding you close. You just stayed there close, as Shouta whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you drifted off to sleep.
Shouta always made the holidays more bearable, but he also made life in general easier. He made waking up a little easier and helped with your hectic thoughts to calm you down. He truly was the love of your life and the best you could ever ask for. You couldn’t have gotten any luckier to have a husband as sweet and perfect as you. He may not be the number one hero to the rest of the world, but in your eyes and his heart, he was, he was your number one hero.
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Can you write something where when the reader sees Aaron for the first time in the fbi vest she can’t take her eyes off of him. When he confronts her about it, she denies it so he decides to send her filthy texts the whole flight home. When they land he tells the reader to get in his car. When they get to his place to go at it, she asks if he’ll wear the vest. He does. DomHotch!!! 😚 xoxo
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Aaron Hotchner x Reader
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“Alright Reid and JJ stay here, look over anything else we might have missed. Coronate the media and send back up.” My eyes snapped over to Aaron.
“Sir what about me.”
“You’re coming with, your vest is in the car. Everybody lets go.”
I was confused at the request but I followed the order.
I never went into the field, I had experience from my previous job before the BAU. But Aaron never let me go with him to make an arrest which I never minded. I’d much rather work from the precinct or do an interrogation
I had my gun with me at all times but have I ever used it in an actual situation... With the BAU never once but with my other job yes. When Aaron and I got together he never changed a thing about how he acted towards me. It was always business but he did still worry about me.
Going after regular criminals is definitely less nerve racking than serial killers.
“Hotch sir”, I stopped him before he left the room. “Are you about me going with you? I can stay here, It’s not a problem.”
“Y/n you’ll be fine. Strauss called earlier about how you never do anything, how I ‘benched you’. She wanted to see what you could do.”
“But--” I tried to speak but JJ and Reid left the room and we needed to move over. “Look y/n we need to go.. come on.” He lightly tugged on my arm to follow him. I followed him as the rest of the team left the building.
We climbed into the SUVs. The whole way there Hotch gave the orders that the ubsub was in the house, he didn’t plan on coming out alive. Morgan, Hotch, and I got into one car while Emily and Rossi went into the other.
Aaron and Morgan could feel the nervousness radiating off of my body. Morgan turned around in the passenger seat, “Baby you gotta calm down.”
I scoffed a dry laugh, “Easy for you to say, you guys do this all the time.”
Aaron kept his hands on the wheel and focused on the road. “You’ve done this before nothings different.”
“Yeah it is, I worked with those people in the field before and I trusted them. That's not me saying I don't trust you guys because I do... It’s just different.”
“Just follow us you’ll be okay.” Aaron spoke and turned the corner on the street and my view revealed lines of cop cars and flashing lights. Hotch pulled over and we all got out of the car, I walked behind him and go to the back.
He opens the trunk and pulls out three vests. I froze a little, being intimidated. I watched as Morgan and Aaron put on their vests. My eyes drifted over to Aaron, it fit his body perfectly. The navy blues kevlar fibers and white letters splayed across his chest.
“Sweetheart, my eyes are up here.” He said teasingly after Derek had walked away. “Sorry”, he just smirked and helped me tighten my vest before we made our way over to the officers.
“Are you ready?” Aaron and I walked over the house.
“Totally.” I wasn’t ready, being too distracted.
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On the jet Aaron sat in the back with his face buried in the files that scattered the table. I was with Emily and Derek on the opposite end. They were talking about Reid and teasing him while he was sitting in the seat next to us.
While they were cracking jokes I couldn’t stop thinking about how Aaron looked in that fucking vest. He was already built but with the extra padding he just sparked that part of me.
My eyes drifted over to him working, he pen glided across the paper and his hands--
Zoning out I didn’t realize that he had noticed. Then my phone vibrated on the table.
Aaron - Are you okay there
Me - Yeah I'm fine... why
Aaron - You’re staring
Me - No I wasn’t just thinking about you
Aaron - Me? You know what I think
Aaron - I think you couldn’t stop thinking about how I looked earlier. Your mouth was practically water at the sight of me. I bet you just wanted to get on your knees right there in front of everyone
I glanced up in surprise at Aaron and his files were closed and he was looking at me with a smug grin.
Aaron - You’re imagining it now aren’t you
I was honestly, the things I’d do for that man. I clenched my thighs together and hoped no one noticed.
I didn’t want to react but he was already getting a rise out of me.
Aaron - You want to be on your back and have me over you with my cock buried so far, just wait baby
My eyes widened a bit and I put my phone back down. There was no hiding how flush my face was. “Who keeps blowing up your phone.”
“Don’t worry about it”, i said too quickly and Emily reached over the table to grab my phone. I lunged over and snatched it back before she had the opportunity to search through it.
“Okay...” JJ said after being included in the conversation. Aaron saw how I had excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom.
When the plane landed we all exited and headed back to the office for the remainder of our things.
After everyone left I joined them, going into my car from the garage, I heard a car behind me. Aaron pulled up and rolled down the window, “My place, now.”
He didn’t say much after that, I climbed into the car and he reached a hand over to my thigh. His finger rubbed my thigh before the tipped of his fingers brushing, dangerously close to my core.
I just glanced over at him, he was still in his suit. His shirt was so tight over his chest you could see the definition.
We crossed the threshold of his house and not a second went by before my back was slammed against the wall.
“Aaron”, he shook his head slightly. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
“Please, I just-- I wanna ask you something.”
“You get one question before I have my way with you”, his hand traveled down my neck and to hip, keeping me on the wall. “Wear it.” He raised his eyebrows.
“The vest.”
“I knew you couldn’t stop those thoughts from going into your pretty little head, you want me to wear a government issued bulletproof vest so you can have your fantasy.” I whimpered, I really wanted it.
“I want you stripped and on the bed when I come back.” He released me and stepped away going out to the car. I went up stairs and in the bedroom shedding my clothes on the way. I kneeled on the bed and just waited and waited.
When he didn’t return the arousal between my leg was already dripping down onto the bed, slipping a hand down I made slow circles on my clit.
I was too focused on the sensation that I didn’t hear his heavy footsteps approaching the room. He watched with a smirk on his lips as I arched my back on the duvet. I got closer and closer to finishing and he could tell.
My eyes snapped open and he was hovering over me, “I tell you when to cum... understand.” his voice was dark and coated with lust. I didn’t expect him, I thought I’d be able to hear.
I nervously nodded my head. “Tsk, are you going to be a good girl for me.”
“Yes sir.”
“I don’t think you are, needy little sluts always say whatever they need to get their way. That sounds like you doesn’t it?” He put a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to match his.
“No sir I promise.”
“We’ll see won’t we, step off and get on your knees.” He pushed himself off the bed and I got the full view of him. It was like I saw him for the first time again, he looked so fucking good.
I didn’t take a second thought before getting low in front of him, patiently waiting for him. Aaron was going to either take his time or be indescribably rough to get the message through.
His hands went to his belt and took it off moving around me and buckling my hands together behind my back.
Stepping in front of me he unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to pull himself out. “Open”, he ordered before my jaw slacked as he slid his cock into my mouth.
He looked down at me and my eyes met his. A groan escaped his lips before he took the motion. Sliding a hand behind my head and into my hair, he gripped a portion.
Tilting my head up a bit more so he could thrust in and out easier. “This is what you wanted right-- fuck little girl you’re doing that so well.” He gritted out using my mouth as a tool for his own pleasure.
He was right, this is what I wanted, just the feeling of him inside my mouth was enough to make me cum. I wished he’d let me touch him, to just get a better grip and grab his thighs to stable myself.
“I might actually let you finish tonight if you keep this up.” With the limited motion I had I flattened my tongue along his shaft and took him in as deep as I could before it was too much.
I gagged around him, no matter how far we were into the scene he still cared about how I was feeling. Aaron pulled out and loosened my hair in his fingers, “You gotta breathe.”
There was a string of saliva moving down my face as I swallowed and collected myself. "Are you okay?", I nodded softly.
"Do you want to keep going?" He gave me an out, he didn't want me to feel obligated to keep going just because of him. Aaron wanted me to feel comfortable.
"Yes", he resumed what he wanted. Opening my mouth back up.
His cock moved slower to give me extra time to get okay again. When I moaned around him he got the message.
Pushing his hips into my face again and I got that feeling of my jaw being stretched.
He groaned and his dick twitched and I knew he was close, I wanted him to finish but he pulled back.
When he got a hold of my waist he tossed me on the bed. Flipping me over roughly my face pressed into the pillows below me. Aaron manhandled me like I was a ragdoll. “Well would you look at that, you really do get off when you act like the whore you are” There a small wet spot on the floor.
My face was flushed and I caught my breath. Feeling the bed dip he adjusted my hips into the air. “Fuck”, I muttered my breath.
“What was that.” I didn’t answer and he didn’t like that.
His hand traveled over my curve of my spine and Aaron placed a slap onto my ass. Recovering he slammed himself into me and I jerked forwards. Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan I bit my lip and tried to hold them in.
“Now don’t do that now, I wanna. hear. you.” He every word he pumped in. I whimpered, getting the relief that had been building a few hours earlier. He grazed my g-spot deliciously and snaked a hand to my clit.
“Oh god... fuck.” Leaning onto me his other hand wrapped around my neck and lifted me flush against his chest. I felt the kevlar on my back and it scratched my sensitive skin.
His fingers tightened around my throat and squeezed. My vision went hazed and I rested my head back onto his shoulder. My back arched and I got every sensation I could.
We locked eyes and he captured my lips in his, he slid his tongue over mine and claimed dominance.
“Does the little bitch deserve to cum tonight.” He quickened his thrusts and I jolted. “Daddy please.” I clenched around him and I watched as he tossed his head back. I was already so close, and he knew it.
“Sir can I cum.”
“Not yet.” I could barely hold it, his pace on my clit was too much to handle. I choked out, “Aaron please.”
“Go ahead baby.” Releasing the tension that was building was like breaking a dam. I came around him and I felt him pulse. My orgasm brought him over the edge and he spilled inside of me.
I fell limp and he let me go, my pulse calmed as I came back to reality. He undid my restraints and I automatically pulled him on me, my lips met his.
“Come here”, he whispered against my lips and he helped me stand as my knees buckled. I couldn’t walk or stand on my own, “Fuck Aaron.” I chuckled and he brought me to the bathroom, cleaning up.
I watched as he shed his clothes, to lazy to actually put them in the hamper they laid on the floor. “It was hot in that.” He said when he felt the cool air on his skin.
I smirked and kissed him again, “and it was so fucking worth it.”
“Glad you enjoyed it."
Getting up I made my way back into the bedroom and settled under the thin sheet. I laid my head down, Aaron had gone into the kitchen to get me some water.
When he came back he smiled at the sight, I was already sleeping so he placed the glass next to me on the table.
He got into bed, curling up with me. My sleeping body flipped over and automatically clung on to him. Putting my head on his chest, his arm moved around me and his hand rested on my hip.
Aaron kissed my temple and he fell asleep soundly.
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Can’t Get Enough
F-boy!Steve x Reader AU
Run-through: Despite all the warnings and words of caution, you still get involved with the most arrogant and popular fuckboy on campus…
Themes: fuckboy!steve, smut, fluff?
“He’s bad news.”
“He’s like, the most arrogant person ever. Walks around like he owns the place.”
“Screw Rogers honestly, he just wants to fuck everyone and everything.”
“Him and his friends are exactly the kind of people you should stay away from at all times.”
Words of cautions, warning you against Steve Rogers – the notorious, popular, drop dead gorgeous guy on campus – came flooding in from everywhere. But did you listen? No.
How could you when all he did was walk around with that god damn smirk on, and his irresistible deep blue eyes which reminded you of the bluest of seas on a sunny day, and those tight shirts which; showing off his perfect, muscular body.
And that god damn baseball cap worn backwards – that made you weak almost each time you ran into him at the coffee shop, at a party or rarely in the library. Although he look equally as delicious without it, the hat definitely added on to his bad boy charm.
And secretly, we all love a bad boy, don’t why? So despite all the warnings, you fell for his charm and his boyish manner – falling head first – the minute he approached you at a party one night. It was a uni after party, so it was packed with horny young adults – including yourself.
Steve walked over to you with a seductive smirk on his pretty face. His smooth pick-up lines, and cheesy jokes and his impeccable body won you over in less than a few minutes. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked.
You raised an eyebrow, deciding to play just a little hard to get. Because truth is, you were ready to get low, down and gritty right there and then. “Yeah no, I’m not fucking you tonight Rogers.” You smirked and walked away. Needless to say, he followed you like a lost puppy.
“Come on, Y/N.” he faked pouted and everything when he cornered you playfully near the stairs. “I’ll be so good to you.” he whispered the last part in your ear. And you would be lying if you said your whole body didn’t feel all hot and bothered.
You shook your head and tried walking away again. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. “Let’s go for a drive then, away from all this.”
Your common sense left and you agreed.
He did take you for a drive, in his expensive car – daddy’s money you figured. And he also fucked you in the backseat of his car.
Legs spread apart, hands holding each side of your waist as you lowered yourself down on his thick, hard cock. The moment you had him inside you, he threw his head back and let out a loud, shameless moan, “Fuck…” his voice deep and raspy with lust; which only made you want to fuck him even more.
A lot of things gave away that he had done this before. The way he knew how to maneuver around, how to position your body, where to kiss you to make you lose your mind, where to hold you to get you going… but you didn’t care. The need to have him was pressing and all your mind could focus on is making both of you cum.
“Come on doll, don’t be shy. Ride me,” he grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer, biting down on your lower lip gently. “Ride me big cock like you know you want to. Show me how bad you want it…” he trailed off in another loud moan as you lifted your body up and sank down on him again. This cock stretching you out and filling you up each time. You could feel him deep inside you, you could see the bulge which formed at your lower abdomen as he filled you up.
You threw your head back and moaned as well, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you quickened your pace. Steve lifted his hips occasionally, fucking into you and reaching deeper inside you but he mostly let you do all the work.
“Fuck… you feel so fucking good…” he moaned, biting down on your neck, and shoulder. “So wet, and warm and tight for me.” He whispered against your skin.
At some point, realizing that you were purposely slowing down to tease him each time, he growled and grabbed you by the hips and just pounded into you; lifting his hips up and fucking you hard and fast. You felt him stretch you out like no one ever did before. He felt so snug and so big inside you; you were losing your mind
Okay but fuckboy!steve would make you cum like no one else. Just absolutely railing you in the backseat of his car; not bothering about how loud you got, or how warm and steamy it got inside his car; he’d just be at it until you’re a whimpering mess, filled with his cum. One orgasm overlapping with another, toes curling, voice hoarse, Steve would own all of you in that moment, and you’d happily let him.
Yet, after that steamy night you expected him to pretend like he never saw met you. Ghost you like he did other girls, but no. He found you in the library, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. You were just as surprised as the rest of your friends when they saw that interaction.
You two never called it a relationship. But everyone else knew that you two were spending every day and night together.
Okay but fuckboy!steve would be so awkward about dates; it would be borderline funny.
“Do you wanna like, do something after class today?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, movie or something? We can grab dinner afterwards. Or go to the beach. You pick.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
He’d blush and try to hide his face. “What, no! I just wanna hang out.”
Hanging out with fuckboy!steve meant going places and fucking as much as you could without getting caught.
Sex in the library, after he snuck the two of you in after closing time.
Sex in his car, like every weekend.
Sex in bathrooms at parties; in the pool after everyone’s passed out drunk, on balconies, and in whichever bed you could find.
He never called himself your boyfriend, but he was ready to fight whoever the fuck even dared to flirt with you, or even look at you the wrong way. Even his friends found it unusual. Sam and Bucky often passed flirty comments at you, and they both always received a smack on the head for it.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sam always complained about his friend’s protective behavior. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything.”
Steve would roll his eyes, “Shut up Sam. She’s mine.”
Being Steve’s girl would include;
Receiving dirty texts when you’re in class. The kind which made you lose focus and send your mind straight to the gutter.
Going on long drives to nowhere in particular and making out in his car.
Stealing and wearing his jackets and hoodies, and have every girl stare at you in envy. Or wearing his baseball caps when you’re out sometimes.
Keeping up with his moodiness.
Teasing him about how you’d tell his friends that he secretly loves watching Disney movies with you.
Him bragging to his friends about how good you are in bed, and once you caught him and didn’t speak to him for a whole week and he was miserable. Incessant calls and messages, and begging for forgiveness.
Arguments leading to hardcore, hot sex where you’re both just fucking the frustration out of each other. Steve secretly liked you a little feisty. And you liked it when he was all rough and mean in bed.
Sitting on his lap, keeping his cock warm while he plays video games. And all the grunts and sighs of victory leaving his lips would only make you want to fuck him even more.
“Hey, sit still.” He’d whisper once he catches you trying to grind your hips against him.
You’d whine at how you were right on the edge; his cock stretching you out, snug inside you, throbbing in need against your walls. All you needed him to do is make you cum already. “Steve please.”
He’d chuckle and smirk. “No. You’ve been a brat all day. Bitching about how I don’t give you enough attention and I don’t care about you. And brats don’t get to cum so easily. Now sit still, I’ll be done in like half an hour or so.”
Okay but imagine fuckboy!steve being secretly a softie who loves cuddles and loves it when you baby him, shower him with cuddles and kisses. But then around his friends he’s that guy who pretends he’s all tough and manly.
But when he’s with you it’s all like; “What are you doing over there? Come here and give me cuddles, I’m cold.” He’d pout.
And you knew he was nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t get enough of him.
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➤ Jason Todd x Reader
➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]
➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic @littleredwing89
[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once.
No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands.
So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles.
But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.
"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"
"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly.
Almost.
You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.
Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message.
You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.
"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look.
"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it.
You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you.
The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you.
Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared.
Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages.
And that is fine. You both think it's fine.
Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron.
Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night.
His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind.
"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks.
"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause.
"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.
"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly.
Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess."
"Not for me?"
"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."
"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips.
"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body.
"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest.
"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."
You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him.
Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face.
"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.
"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Then you better start working, doll face."
You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side.
"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.
"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.
"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.
“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.
Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something.
"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.
"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask.
He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"
"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.
His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to.
"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs.
"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed.
"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his.
"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."
His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.
You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please."
"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his.
Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on.
"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.
You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again.
"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.
You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.
"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.
You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.
You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."
“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.
“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.
“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.
“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace.
Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths.
Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.
“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.
“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.
Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.
You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.
You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.
“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”
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