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A little silly drawing I made in a day or so
I wanted to experiment with thick lines and brushes but that didn't work out too well lol
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big reputations - part six
series masterlist // previous // next
sabrinacarpenter posted new stories
pre-qatar dinner and this dude looks way too fucking happy. is there an off switch or something?
cars go vroom!
little brother won a race or something? it's like a big deal
3x world champion or whatever
jokes aside i'm literally crying?? who knew i would be crying over some silly little men in silly little cars??
alex albon ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED YESTERDAY??
max verstappen i kissed daniel, so what??
george russell THAT'S NOT WHAT WE SAW BITCH!!
oscar piastri clearly you were all drunk. i saw max kiss daniel and charles. charles said it was glorious.
charles leclerc it was, i went to my hotel room and i questioned everything.
pierre gasly FUCKER YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
daniel ricciardo is it suddenly not okay for me to kiss max??
yuki tsunoda HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM US RICCIARDO!! THIS IS SO FUCKED! THIS IS FUCKING BETRAYAL YOU FUCKING FUCK! YOU DICKHEAD!
esteban ocon is this why max knocked liam out the other day??
max verstappen i didn't knock him out, i simply helped him rest his eyes for a bit. he seemed tired.
alex albon I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING SAW YESTERDAY!!
oscar piastri i think you guys are cra
oscar piastri so these are the famous f1 drivers oscah and sharl cannot shut up about. nice to meet y'all!
logan sargeant oscar? you okay buddy?
max verstappen sabrina, dear god, give oscar his phone back.
oscar piastri KISS MY ASS VERSTAPPEN. I WILL DECK YOU
max verstappen when you can reach me, sure.
oscar piastri SOMEONE GRAB ME A FUCKING FORK!!
max verstappen yup, still can't stand you.
oscar piastri OH FUCK YOU SID!
oscar piastri i apologize for her, she isn't house trained.
charles leclercDID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH PIASTRI?? YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT!!
charles leclerc added one person
sabrina carpenter now, did you guys seen pierre kiss yuki?
pierre gasly what?
charles leclerc i swear i saw k-mag and and nico kiss
sabrina carpenter oh, you guys are allowed to say nico? i thought that was off limits because of lewis. #ripbrocedes
daniel ricciardo lewis isn't here.
carlos sainz jesus do you people have to talk so fucking much??
sabrina carpenter HEY, I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU MR. SAINZ!
carlos sainz who is that? why are they yelling at me?
sabrina carpenter JUST BECAUSE I WASN'T AROUND FOR SPA DOESN'T MEAN I WILL NOT DEFEND MY LITTLE BROTHER OSCAR!
oscar piastri let it go sabrina
sabrina carpenter I'LL LET IT GO WHEN DANIEL LET'S THE CHARLES THING GO!!
carlos sainz what's the charles thing?
max verstappen nothing
daniel ricciardo nothing
charles leclerc nothing
oscar piastri nothing
sabrina carpenter nothing
yuki tsunoda STOP CHANGING THE FUCKING SUBJECT! DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE YOU FUCKING NOT DATING DAPHNE FUCKING JONES??
daniel ricciardo i plead the fifth
george russell that's a yes to me
alex albon THEY WERE FUCKING MAKING OUT AT THE BAR!! OF COURSE THEY'RE DATING!!
sabrina carpenter no, that was daniel and max. i don't know what you people saw. clearly the tension from when they were teammates got to be too much and now they're acting on their feelings. i really thought it was going to be a lestappen endgame.
oscar piastri okay, you need to get off of f1 twitter seriously.
sabrina carpenter well how else am i supposed to learn f1 lore? and it's not just twitter, tiktok has been very helpful.
george russell just how much time is she spending on f1 twitter and tiktok?
sabrina carpenter "i'm here to fight, i'm here to win, i'm not just going to wave him bye because he's max verstappen in a red bull."
sabrina carpenter "what am i now? i'm heavily depressed."
sabrina carpenter "suck my balls mate."
sabrina carpenter "nothing just an inchident."
oscar piastri yeah, she's gonna be doing that for a while
sabrina carpenter "bwoah!"
sabrina carpenter "james, it's valtteri, fuck you."
sabrina carpenter "ALL THE TIME YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A SPACE!"
sabrina carpenter okay, i'm done now. i think oscar was right when he said i needed to step away from f1 twitter and tiktok
oscar piastri you think? i have been receiving an f1 quote from you at least 8 times a day.
logan sargeant free my man oscar, he shouldn't be suffering this way
sabrina carpenter logan sargeant you're next on my list
max verstappen CONGRATS YOU IDIOTS, YOU FUCKED UP!
daphne jones you know, i can see that now, but it's so hilarious knowing the other drivers are losing their mind.
daniel ricciardo the only reason we haven't told them is because you have some stupid plan to get daphne to sing about it at a show.
max verstappen MY PLAN IS A GOOD ONE! TAKE THAT BACK BITCHIARRDO!
oscar piastri what actually is the plan??
sabrina carpenter you know that line in karma, where it's like, "karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me?"
oscar piastri yeah?
charles leclerc max wants daphne to change the lyrics to something like "karma is the guy on the track coming straight home to me?"
max verstappen why is that better than what i had?
sabrina carpenter his was "karma is the guy in the alpha tauri coming straight home to me."
oscar piastri DO BOTH!
max verstappen she can't because someone took daniel out of the season
oscar piastri I APOLOGIZED WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME??
daniel ricciardo MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN IT WASN'T HIS FAULT! LEAVE HIM ALONE
charles leclerc wow we really are like a family.
sabrina carpenter max has been promoted to brother-in-law because the entire internet seems convinced that he's fucking charles
daphne jones do you have no filter?
sabrina carpenter i wrote a song called nonsense that's a euphemism for sex. what do you think?
oscar piastri i'm talkin' all around clock. i'm talkin' hope nobody knocks. i'm talkin' opposite of soft. i'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts. you gotta keep up with me. i got some young energy. i caught the L-O-V-E. how do you do this to me?
max verstappen you just know the lyrics to the song?
oscar piastri i googled them.
sabrina carpenter FAKE FAN!!
oscar piastri i never said i was a fan. i just tolerate you.
charles leclerc i can't stand either of you
daniel ricciardo peak older sibling behavior
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¡leclerc-s speaks!
yeah, i don't know what this became towards the end. i saw one tiktok and i spiraled towards the end, i'm also a bit sleep deprived. i apologize in advance for this. you can't convince me sabrina carpenter isn't a menace to society, i bet she is.
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!
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Just a Taste
Request: I wanna say one about Denki sucking readers fingers. I would want the kinks of mommy kink, degradation kink, and some that you would like to add as well!
CW: NSFW, Bottom Denki x Top Female Y/N, lots of sweetness at first, degradation, slapping, finger sucking, anal penetration, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, fingering (male and female receiving), pegging, riding, handjobs, crying, overstimulation, edging, reassurance, spanking, Denki sucks at taking things serious, lots of jokes
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Denki stared at Y/N, who stared at his empty TV screen. Nothing was playing, yet she was staring so intently.
"Oh my god, you finally lost it," Denki blinked and Y/N looked to him.
"You've been losing it, I don't wanna hear it from you," She chuckled, then pointed to the TV screen. "I was looking at how fucking dirty it is bro. How do you even get a TV screen THAT filthy?"
"By owning a cat that climbs all over it," He snorted, moving over to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure," She nodded, leaning over to kiss him. "Make popcorn."
"Yes ma'am," He kissed back, then walked off to the kitchen. "Pick a movie!"
"What are we in the mood for," She yelled out, grabbing his TV remote.
"Nothing that has animals dying," He yelled back.
She hummed, scrolling through the movies. Most of them looked like shit. "What about action?!"
"Yeah, that sounds good!"
She grunted and clicked on some superhero movie. Maybe it would end up being funny. It didn't matter anyway, Denki's commentary made anything funny.
And soon, Denki was sat by her, popcorn in hand. She started it and turned the lights off. "Extra butter?"
"Of course. Light butter is for pussies," Denki snorted, wrapping an arm around Y/N. "And you my dear, are not a pussy."
"Thanks," Y/N chuckled.
Denki eyed the movie as it started. "What's it about?"
"I don't know. It looked basic. Probably some basic ass superhero trope," Y/N shrugged, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"...okay. So like child who gets powers and grows up with them in secret, not wanting to ruin their identity, but learns that they eventually have to use it, to save people," Denki explained.
"More basic," She smiles, looking up to him to see the concentration.
"Hm... Born without a super power, was shunned for it, but randomly gets one because... He was bitten by a bug. An out of world bug. And he comes out on top in the end," Denki offered, looking back to her.
She kissed him. She couldn't resist his dorky grin. He kissed back, leaning in. "You're a dork."
"You love it," Denki pointed out, kissing her forehead before pulling away. "Now movie time, I gotta see if I'm right."
She snorted, shoving more popcorn into her mouth. "Surprised you didn't bring in time travel."
"Oh my god, don't get me started," He shook his head.
She didn't look at the at the TV, instead, just eyeing him. His face was so cute. His eyes looking so excited, even if the hero looked like it came straight out of a children's cereal commercial.
After a minute or so, he noticed her looking at him. "Yes?"
"I love you," Y/N smiled.
Denki grinned back. "I love you too," He kissed her, staying there for a few moments this time. Then he pulled away, grin getting even bigger. "C'mon, you're missing his orgin story, it's so riveting."
"Riveting," Y/N repeated as Denki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.
They managed to make it halfway through the movie, and while Y/N thought it was poorly written, Denki's comments we're funny and entertaining enough.
At one point, she reached into the bowl to discover, popcorn was gone. She frowned. "Damnit."
"What," Denki looked to her, then followed her gaze. "Damnit! I don't even think I got a bite."
Y/N snorted. "No one was stopping you."
Denki grabbed Y/N's wrist, and picked her hand up. "I see the evidence right here. You're the first culprit I've seen covered in butter."
"I admit to the crime," Y/N snorted, then pointed a finger in his face, wrist still being held. "What's my punishment?"
"Slobbery hands."
"What-"
Y/N's face scrunched as Denki licked her hand, wrist to the tip of her middle finger. "I can't tell if you want to be a dog or your just horny and don't know how to express it."
Denki shrugged, freely bringing two fingers into his mouth. "Does it matter," He slurred around the fingers, watching how Y/N laughed.
"Yes, it does," Y/N pushed the empty bowl to the side, climbing into his lap. "One makes you... Someone who wants to be a dog, and the other one makes you a whore so..."
Denki eyed her, letting go of her wrist to hold her hips. He felt Y/N's fingers start to wiggle, and they slid back into his throat. He felt his face burn, hands holding her hips harder.
"What's the safeword," Y/N asked, pulling her fingers free, just enough for him to speak.
"Strawberry," Denki grinned. "It's such a dumb safeword."
"You're the one who picked it out," Y/N grinned back, kissing his cheek. "Anything you want to avoid?"
Denki thought that over. Y/N always asked, and he never really had an answer. But he did this time.
"I have that hero party, gala, shitty thing in a few days. Maybe don't leave any too obvious marks," He spoke, as Y/N's kisses moved to his neck.
Y/N nodded. "Okay baby. C'mon. Bedroom," She stood from his lap, finally pulling her fingers from his mouth. He was disappointed, actually, but followed her.
They made it to the bedroom and she sat down on the edge of the bed, standing him in front of her. "Take your shirt off."
Denki smiled, and took it off. He was far from ashamed of his body, especially when it came to Y/N. He always liked showing off to Y/N.
"Beautiful," Y/N chuckled, eyeing Denki's smile. She was pretty sure it would be gone soon.
In a good way of course.
"Just get naked," Y/N leaned back on her hands, giving him a small smile.
"Gladly," Denki smirked, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers with no fanfare. Just quick and easy. "Do I meet your requirements?"
"Always babe," Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, and sat him on her lap. "Gonna be a good boy?"
Denki felt his face burn again as he nodded, kissing her. "I love you."
"I love you too," Y/N hummed, hands moving to his hips.
He didn't stop kissing her, even as her hands moved to his chest, then down to his abs, then to his half hard cock. He couldn't pull away, even when he started moaning softly into her mouth.
Y/N moved her hand slowly, feeling the few veins around his cock, letting her thumb circle the head. And Denki was on the verge of making her pass out.
She pulled away, letting out a breathless laugh. "Jesus, Denki."
"Sorry," Denki laughed back, taking a deep breath. He ran a hand through her hair, kissing her neck.
Y/N hummed at the sloppy kisses Denki left on her neck. She let her hand moved down to the lower base of his cock, and he huffed out a hot breath, hips starting to fuck up into her hand.
"Are you about to come," Y/N asked, sounding amused.
"Don't laugh," Denki huffed. "Your fault."
"I'm just sitting here," Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"And you look go good just sitting there," Denki groaned.
"God you're acting like a slut right now," Y/N huffed, feeling the way Denki paused for a second.
"Oh god," Denki whispered as he realized which way this is going.
"Okay," Y/N asked and Denki nodded quickly.
"Yeah, that's okay," He spoke, pulling his face out of Y/N's neck.
"Good," Y/N whispered, giving him a sweet kiss before pulling her hand away from his dick. Denki gave a small groan, obviously an annoyed one, but he didn't protest.
"Lay over my lap," Y/N pulled away completely, waiting for him to stand.
Denki didn't argue, standing before taking a second to think. One, what would this lead to? Two, how uncomfortable would this be?
Eh. Only one way to find out.
He draped his front over her lap, and took a second to adjust. "Your knee is so goddamn sharp."
Y/N snorted while she rolled her eyes. "You suck at taking things serious."
"Do you remember who you fell in love with?"
"I'm reminded everyday."
"That's a good thing," Denki turned to eye her. "Right?"
"It's lovely," Y/N grinned, then pushed Denki's head down. "Now shut up, I'm trying to seduce you."
"Consider me seduced," Denki threw in, but did listen to her.
It was more comfortable than he first assumed, now that her knee wasn't digging into his stomach. And the hands that started to massage his back? Godly.
He felt his breath hitch as one of those hands moved to his ass, just grabbing and feeling. He sighed a bit, letting his eyes close.
Then there was a smack laid on his ass. A hard, loud one.
Spanking wasn't something new with them. It had always been on the table, but they didn't do it often. Not a specific reason for that, it's just how they did things.
So he was caught off guard, to say the least.
He groaned a bit, a hand moving to grab something but realized there wasn't much to grab. "Fuck Y/N."
Y/N hummed, eyeing the mark on his ass that was already turning red. She ran her fingers over it gently. "Hand me the lube."
Denki easily reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it. He handed it to her, adjusting where his dick sat against her leg.
She brought her leg up slightly. "Stop moving."
"Yes ma'am," Denki nodded.
He fought the want to squirm when two lubed up fingers were pressed up against his ass. And he knew, he KNEW, she wasn't going to stop at a single spank. He was just awaiting the slap now.
The fingers slid in with a little resistance, but Y/N took it slowly, using her free hand to rub Denki's back as he tensed. Sure, she was domming, but she didn't want him to be uncomfortable.
Denki gulped, going to grab Y/N's legs but stopped himself. "Ma'am- can I- FUCK-"
The hard slap on his ass caught him off guard and he let out a whimper at the sting. But regardless, he tried again.
"Can- Can I grab you," Denki asked quickly.
Y/N took a second to process why he was asking that. "Yes, you can."
"Thank you," He nodded, and used a hand on her leg as those fingers slid back in. Good, he really needed something to hold onto.
Then something else popped up into his mind and he came to realize he didn't know how to ask. He should really start asking questions before they get in the middle of it.
"Wa- wait," He huffed, sitting up. "Strawberry? But not really," He felt Y/N stop instantly, gently pulling her fingers out.
"Yeah," Y/N asked, meeting his eyes as he turned and almost felt onto the ground.
"Can I call you Mommy," He asked, with a small grin.
She couldn't hold back the laugh. "That's what you wanted to ask?"
He grinned and nodded. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!"
"You wouldn't baby," She grabbed his chin and kissed him. "Thank you for asking though."
He hummed and kissed her back. "Sorry for interrupting."
"It's okay," Y/N nodded. "Is that it? Anything else?"
He thought that over, really wanting to avoid another interruption. "You owe me an ass massage after this."
She rolled her eyes and pulled him back onto her lap. "Yeah yeah, whatever man. Anything for the prince."
"You think I'm hot enough to be a prince?"
"And pretty enough to be a princess, now head down asshole," She chuckled.
She slid the fingers back in him slowly, listening for any real discomfort. When she was sure he was fine now, she continued.
She started rougher this time, sliding the fingers as deep as they could go before roughly pulling them until it was almost just her nails in him, then slamming them back in. She loved the way it made Denki jump.
Denki moaned, legs tensing when the fingers just barely cut onto his prostate. Then she roughly pull her hand out and spanked him again.
"Yes Mommy- Thank you Mommy," He moaned out, eyes closing and putting his hand back on her calf.
"Good boy," Y/N grinned, using her free hand to drag his head up. She turned his head so she was looking him in the eyes. "You're being so polite. You're Mommy's good boy, aren't you?"
She watched the way his eyes widen, and the he was nodding in her grasp. "Uh huh- Yes I am, Mommy."
She spanked him again, and watched his eyes widen a bit more before they closed and his head fell more into her hand, as if he didn't wsnt to bother keeping it up. "Thank you- Mommy."
She slid the fingers back in him roughly, watching the way his eyebrows tensed for a second, before he moaned while his face relaxed.
"You're such a whore," She whispered. "Such a dirty fucking whore. Just laying over my lap and barely reacting to me beating the shit out of your ass."
He moaned at her words, knowing it wouldn't help, but he couldn't help it. "I can't help it Mo- Ah-" He hissed at another spank, right after she ripped her fingers back out.
"Don't fucking talk back," She held his face harder, and watched his eyes go straight to her's.
That's one of the many things she always found so endearing about Denki. He always looked at her.
Dates, going out with friends, or just being alone, he always saw her, noticed if something was off, or if she wanted something.
But also when they had sex. He always, always had his eyes on her, never looking away. He looked everywhere, where they connected when she rode him, her tits when she took her shirt off, her ass before he took her pretty underwear off.
But something about him and just looking her in the eye while she was fucking him? It drove her crazy.
She stood, taking her hand to hold him, ensuring be wouldn't fall or something. "Lay on the bed, face down."
"Yes ma'am," Denki huffed, following her instructions.
He grabbed hold of a pillow and laid on it for both comfort, and just needing to hold something. He knew Y/N wasn't done, she was always careful about prepping him enough to fuck him.
He's sure she's had an incident in the past with someone else, because she genuinely had a fear over messing up his ass. He never asked, wasn't sure if he ever would.
Soon, she sat on her knees behind him, between his legs. "On your knees, keep your chest down, keep holding the pillow if you want to."
"Yes ma'am," He brought his ass up, and felt her freshly lubed fingers enter him again, just as roughly as before.
He groaned as they fucked in and out of him as a pretty quick speed, still rough. Then he whined as she spanked him, hard.
"Fuck," He whispered into the pillow, fighting to not squirm.
"God, you're beautiful," He barely heard Y/N whisper suddenly, and he felt his face burn. He didn't think he was supposed to hear it, if she even meant to say it out loud, but he appreciated it anyway.
But then a hand was coming down on his ass again, and it left him moaning at the how sudden it was. At this point, his ass was just sensitive. She could slap his ass with little force and it would make him jump.
He swore a bit louder when a third finger stretched him out. She went slow now, a hand massaging his ass as she focused on the fingers.
He buried his face in the pillow as she hit his prostate. The second he was okay with the stretch, she went back to being rough but was hitting his prostate so perfectly now.
He moaned into the pillow, until she grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He moaned freely now, the pain of the hand in his hair helping the building coil in his stomach.
"Mommy," He moaned. "Can- May I come? Please Mommy?"
Y/N grinned. "I haven't even touched your cock, and you're going to come?"
Denki nodded quickly, the hand in his hair limited the movement. He yelped as he was spanked again, but then moaned. "Fuck- Yes, just for you Mommy. Please."
"No," Y/N snorted, in a degrading way. "Honestly babe, you should know the answer to that by now."
He should. But it was worth a shot.
She pulled his hair again, until he was on his hands, back arched. She leaned over and kissed his neck, and he breathed heavily as her fingers kept that even pace on his prostate.
"Oh fuck," He groaned, hands gripping the blanket under him.
"You're such a slut," Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Taking 3 of my fingers like it's nothing. You're gonna feel so good around my cock."
He started panting, body starting to get really hot. He whimpered as a fourth finger slid in with the rest, back to a slow and testing pace.
"Mommy," He whined out.
"What," She practically spat out, and it made a shiver run down his spine. She had yet to let go of his hair.
"I wanna- Please Mommy, can I come," He asked again, before groaning as the fingers hit his prostate once again. "Please! Mommy please- I'll be so good for you- I need to come-"
She let go of his hair and slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard enough to leave any type of mark but he did whine.
"God, you're a fucking whore," She laughed. "You know what? Yeah, come. Prove to me that you're a dirty, needy slut."
He felt his eyes roll back as he came, the feeling of it being truly amazing. But it was short-lived.
Now he couldn't stop his squirming as her fingers still attacked his prostate.
"Mommy," He felt tears come to his eyes. "Oh God- Mommy, it's too much-"
He was slapped across the face again, and this time she ripped her fingers out of him and grabbed his face, pulling it back to hers, roughly. He whimpered and she grinned.
"Did you or did you not beg to come," She asked and he nodded.
"Yes Mommy," He responded, breathless.
"What makes you think you can complain about it being too much now, huh," She asked, tone angry in his ear.
"I'm sorry Mommy," He breathed out. "Won't do it again, I promise," He looked to her, eyes definitely full of tears.
"There's my good boy," Y/N grinned again, kissing him roughly. He kissed back with a groan.
She flipped him and laid him on his back now. He knew what would happen next. He's gonna be fucked. But like always, Y/N kissed him first.
Okay, sex was great, OBVIOUSLY! But something about just kissing while being naked, and holding each other. It turned him on so much, while also making him blush uncontrollably.
So he took the moment of pure affection, and kissed Y/N as long as she let him. Which was only about a minute before she was pulling away, and getting up.
He watched carefully as she took her sweatpants off, grabbed her strap, and adjusted it on her hips. He held back his snort as she swore at it when it wasn't working right.
But she got it worked out and came walking over, sitting between his legs and grabbing the lube. He gulped as she lubed up the dildo.
It wasn't huge, but most definitely not small. 8 inches, and on the thinner side. And holy shit, she knew how to use it on him.
She leaned over him and kissed him again. "Doing okay," She whispered, eyeing him carefully.
"Yeah, I'm good," He nodded, giving her a small smile.
She nodded back, returning the small smile and kissing his cheek and sitting up. She grabbed one of his legs and put it over her shoulder, giving her a lot of room to work with.
He groaned quietly as she slid inside of him, slow and careful, one hand on his leg and the other on his hip.
He bit his lip as it went further and deeper in him, and he could only groan as it finally stopped. He huffed out a deep breath, hands grabbing at the sheets.
Denki felt the rough fabric of Y/N's shirt against the back of his leg, the way her hand massaged his thigh, the other one moving off his hip to the bed next to him. He heard the way his own breathing staggered, maybe even the way his heart raced.
Y/N moved closer, and he groaned as their hips were pressed together, the strap sliding deeper in him. Y/N ran a hand through his hair and kissed his jaw.
Denki knew she was waiting for him to give her the go, and once the pain was gone, he nodded to her.
"Use your words," Y/N asked, surprisingly kindly.
Denki took a deep breath. "I'm ready, Mommy."
"Ready for what," She asked, tilting her head in the slightest.
"Please fuck me," Denki begged, a hand grabbing the back of her shirt. "Please Mommy?"
Y/N grinned and kissed his neck. "I love it when you're a good boy for me."
"So always," Denki let out a breathless chuckle.
Y/N kissed his cheek. "Yes, always. It's just for me too, isn't it?"
Y/N pulled her hips back, then pauhed back in slowly. Denki groaned, moving his hand to her shoulder. "Just for you, Mommy."
Y/N started a slow pace, still holding his thigh, keeping him from moving. He groaned, relaxing back in the bed. He kept his hands on Y/N's back, holding her shirt, nails digging into her skin, any touch he could get.
"Mommy," He groaned. "Can- Can you go harder- Please? Please Mommy," He begged, starting to squirm. "It's not enough- Please."
Y/N stopped her hips, pulling out and kissing him. Denki brought a hand to the back of her head as he kissed back.
Y/N sat up, letting . "Get on your stomach."
Denki laid on his stomach, spreading his legs just enough for her to get comfortable between them. Y/N didn't wait, fucking into him faster than before.
Her hands grabbed his hips, holding him down as she slammed into him. He could only moan, holding the pillow under him.
"Yes- Yes! Thank you Mommy! Fuck," He moaned eyes rolling back.
"Such a good slut," Y/N laughed. "You take it so perfectly, baby. And you sound so damn pretty."
Denki whined, fighting from moving his hips against her's. "Thank you, thank you!"
Y/N kept her pace even, keeping him held down into the bed by his hips. She was careful to not make any marks on him, no bruises or scratches.
Denki felt his dick grind between his stomach and the sheets under him, rough along with her thrusts. He knew he was getting closer with each one of her thrusts.
"Mommy- I'm close, I'm so close," He moaned.
Y/N laughed. "Honestly, might me a new record. It's been what, 5 minutes? Maybe 7?"
Denki nodded quickly. "Please? Please Mommy- I'm sorry Mommy, please."
Y/N hummed. "And what are you sorry for?"
Denki moaned, moving both of his hands to grab the mattress. "Sorry- For not being enough-," He spit out without really thinking.
"Don't fucking say that," Y/N wasn't laughing anymore, and maybe Denki was just imagining it, but her thrusts felt harsher, deeper. "God, you're doing ao fucking good, you're so pretty under me like this."
Denki whimpered, small shocks sent up his arms. "I'm- Y/N-"
"Say it," Y/N demanded. "Tell me how fucking amazing you are."
"I'm amazing," Denki cried out. "I'm- I make you feel so good sometimes," He fought off his orgasm, eyes borderline rolling back. "It's so- So good, Y/N- I'm doing good, for you."
"Yes you are," Y/N assured him. "Come for me."
Denki let himself come, sobbing out a moan, grabbing the pillow under him even rougher. "Y/N," He whimpered.
Y/N pulled out of him slowly when he collapsed into the bed, and took the strap off. She straddled his back and kissed his neck. "You are just the best."
Denki let out a tired chuckle. "Fuck yeah I am."
Y/N yelped as Denki turned, almost throwing her off. He turned and kissed her. "I love you."
"I love you too," She smiled and kissed him back. "How you feeling?"
"Like I got my ass pounded," Denki smiled back and kissed her cheek. "Listen, I love you and I love getting you off but I don't know how much work I can do right now."
Y/N snorted. "I figured. You're so sensitive sometimes," She flicked his nipple, grinning as he swatted her hand away.
Denki kissed her. "Lemme in your legs babe."
"And they say romance is dead," Y/N laughed and took her underwear off.
"I am very romantic," Denki got back on his stomach, in front of her as she opened her legs. "And you love my romance."
"I do," Y/N put a hand into his hair. "So you know how I went like, pretty rough on you?"
Denki kissed her thighs. "Very aware, my ass still feels it."
"I beg for your mercy," Y/N chuckle as he bit the inside of her thigh.
He looked her in the eye as he brought his teeth closer to her clit.
"Denki," Y/N yelled, using her foot to push his foot away as he cackled.
"What?! I would never," He grabbed her ankle and started to kiss up her leg. "Never have to beg me anyway, I'm too obedient."
Y/N yelped as he blew a raspberry on the inside of her thigh. "No teeth."
"When have I ever used teeth," Denki asked genuinely.
"That one Halloween, you put those fake fangs on?"
"...that was an accident-"
"You put fangs in my vagina!"
"I said I was sorry," He laughed and kissed her stomach. "You loved those fangs."
"Not poking holes in my vagina."
Denki shoved a pillow in her face. "Shut up and lemme woo you."
"I'm woo'ed babe," Y/N chuckled, putting her hand back in his hair.
Denki finally leaned in and used his tongue to slide in between her lips, before parting them with his fingers and going for her clit. As promised, he was gentle and didn't bite.
Y/N sighed, letting her head fall back into the bed. "Fuck I love you."
Denki hummed, looking up at her as he sucked her clit gently. He pulled away moments later to slide two fingers in her, slowly. "Good?"
"Very good," Y/N hummed, dropping a leg on his back, and he chuckled. "Mouth please."
"Still so demanding."
"I said please?"
Denki hummed and went back to sucking her clit gently, fingers thrusting in and out of her. He didn't push them in too deep, it wasn't needed as long as he kept a decent pace, and gave her at least some clit stimulation, not too rougly though.
...he did this a lot, okay? He knew what she liked, she made him aware of it the first time they had sex, and then made him practice until he had it down before he was even allowed to fuck her properly.
Point is, he got her moaning pretty quickly. Not loud, she wasn't a loud person unless she was truly overstimulated. Really, she never faked a moan so just hearing it was a huge praise towards him and his ability.
Then Y/N wrapped her legs around his head, just enough to hold him in place. He could escape if he really wanted to, but of course he didn't want to!
So he kept his gentle, quick pace with his fingers, while switching between licking and sucking her clit. The hand in his hair tightened.
"Oh my god," She chuckled breathlessly. "The only thing better than this is when you let me ride your face."
Denki pulled his mouth away from her clit. "I always end up shocking you!"
Y/N laughed now, and Denki almost cackled at how she tightened around his fingers. "It doesn't actually hurt!"
"Its for holidays only!"
"And birthdays, I know," She rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Put your mouth back right now."
"Fine," He dipped his head back down, going straight back to her clit.
She moaned softly, hand moving to his, where it held her thigh. They interlocked fingers, and he pulled away just to sigh, then leaned back in to get back to it.
It wasn't long before she was getting rougher with him, pulling his hair, her thighs holding him in place more, and her moans got more insistent.
"Denki," She moaned, and he felt the heel of her foot dig into his back as she tried to press his face closer. Yeah, he was definitely hard again.
He didn't pull away, didn't speed up, just kept his pace the best he could with how she was moving him. He groaned as she pulled at his hair, and that must've been perfect because she came right after.
He still didn't slow his pace, until she was whining and letting go of him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath.
Y/N looked down at him. "How did you get that thing back up?"
Denki looked down at his dick and back to her. "It has a mind of it's own."
She flipped them and moved to straddle him. "You are a god with your mouth."
"And fingers," He added, with a smile. "Do I get a reward?"
Y/N chuckled and carefully sat back on his dick. "This is your reward. Maybe we can get cake later."
"Fuck yeah," He held her waist.
"To me or the cake?"
"Both," He slowly sat up, pushing his soreness away, to wrap his arms around her back. "But mostly you."
"Better be," She kissed him, finally sat fully down on him.
He kissed back, pressing them together. "You still owe me that ass massage."
"I would never deny you an ass massage," She kissed his cheek. "I'll give you the best ass massage known to mankind."
He grinned and she moved down to his neck. "And cake?"
"Only if its chocolate," She put her arms on his shoulders as she grinded against him. "Love me some chocolate."
He groaned at the grind. "Not even vanilla frosting?"
Y/N huffed. "Maybe, we can talk about it," She pulled away to take her shirt off.
Denki's hands followed the exposed skin as she showed it, and leaned in to kiss her chest. "I'll take your tits over any cake anyday."
Y/N snorted at that, bringing her hips up, then back down slowly, putting her arms back on his shoulders. Denki looked back up at her with a groan at the movement, kissing her jaw.
"You feel so good," He mumbled, burying his face in her neck. "I fit so perfectly in you, Y/N. It's so perfect."
Y/N moaned, bringing a hand up to his hair. "I know," She breathed out. "Always slide into me so easily, its like you were made to be there."
Y/N started to ride him properly, bouncing slowly and not hard, and holy shit, they could feel each other so perfectly. Y/N could feel every inch going in and out of her, and Denki could feel the way Y/N sucked him in, before she pulled off and the feeling repeated all over again.
They moaned together, keeping their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Denki didn't move, letting Y/N set the pace she wanted. Not that he wanted to, she was doing so perfectly.
"Oh fuck Y/N," He gripped her waist as he moaned, then kissed her. She kissed back, both of their moans muffling.
He brought a hand down to her clit, using his thumb to circle it. He felt Y/N's hips stutter and she held him tighter.
"I love you," She moaned out, and he could feel her nails dig into his back. "You have no idea how much."
"I love you too," He kissed her neck. "So fucking much."
She moaned, leaning into him more. He held her weight easily as she started grinding against him.
He felt himself getting close, and he moaned against her neck. "Are you close?"
She nodded. "Uh huh," She huffed. "Come in me."
"You sure," He asked, looking at her and she nodded.
"I'm sure."
He groaned and held her tightly. "Gonna come with you."
"Good," Y/N used a hand to drag her nails down his back and he groaned heavily.
It was just moments before Y/N was coming, and Denki allowed himself to follow right after.
Y/N collapsed into him with a laugh. "Best dick ever."
Denki cackled. "Fuck yeah it is. Didn't do much though," Denki watched as Y/N sat back, hands on his knees as he pulled out.
He watched the come fall out of her. "Thinking of baby names."
"That one isn't even funny," Y/N pointed a stern finger in his face.
He leaned forward and bit her finger, before she pulled it away. "You told me too!"
"I did," She nodded. "You know your job after your ass is better?"
"Go to the store to pick up a cake, plan b, and maybe some pizza?"
"Bingo."
#mha smut#x reader#x y/n#dom y/n#dom reader#denki kaminari smut#denki smut#kaminari smut#y/n x kaminari smut#dom y/n x denki
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"It was never that serious," said Rose Lalonde calmly. — a deranged rant on update rose + philosophy
now that rose has officially hopped onto the "nothing matters" track of things i'm inclined to believe faux-absurdism is a sleeping agent in the strilondian neuroticism paradigm moreso than a real plot point but yeah anyway i have mixed feelings
on one hand i can definitely see why people don't like her / think she's ooc. the classic process of "cause major change in a character" goes inciting incident -> development -> big blowout moment demonstrating the change (appropriated + bastardized from mr freytag himself), and in my personal opinion the comic jumped the gun on this one? we get the inciting incident (candy timeline's irrelevancy) and both irl timeline and character arcwise are plunged straight into the blowout with very little time in between. there's a tiny hint with the light symbol playing a role (more on this later) but for the most part it feels sudden and unjustified if you're insane about rose + understand sufficient epilogues metaphilosophy + and are coded specifically to like this type of shit you Get Exactly What's Going On and fucking dig it. if you don't, you think they've put her through a meat grinder and i can see both
on the OTHER. dear god i'm sucking on the sweet teats of knowledge and absurdism like a baby at the bath. her swapping her constant need of "why" to "why not" and both rose's constant struggle with Light mixing with the irrelevancy of candy and coalescing in one big idgaf war except.
except on the third hand it's worth mentioning that she's also half-assing absurdism so bad that it gets pathetic. her last line "I knew you would forgive me anyway" actually solidifies this arc as one big tantrum that they plan on developing into Not A Thing (hopefully) because she doesn't tell kanaya "I knew it wouldn't matter." the forgiveness is what she focuses on. the forgiveness matters. kanaya still matters to her whether this dumbass light player is consciously aware of this or not and i think ironically KANAYA knows this better than she does which is part of her saying she refuses to mediate this one. on a rosemary level this is jaw-dropping on a character level BOOOO
MAKE HER ABSURDIST! make her sit there and do things not for the sake of kanaya but literally only to do them. make her sit there and genuinely believe the only obligation in reality is to live it. dirk fails at being a true absurdist too he starts injecting meaning into life like there's motherfucking nothing and rose actually acknowledging there's zero meaning whatsoever but living anyway and in that process learning to love life (juxtaposes jake's adventurer) would juxtapose her to him but NOOOOOO she has to sit there and go Well there's no meaning to Life. It was Never that serious. Fuck you. but then refuse to kill herself (thereby proving camus right once again) then now what. now What. Ohhhh "nothing" matters cool then die. dirk's suicide was meaningful because he broke that formula okay he went There's no meaning to life? Ok. then immediately hung himself he DEVOURED that sequence he subverted absurdism back into existentialism which is cool but ROSE COULD PERPENDICULAR THAT!
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I wish I didn't hate Ed and Stede but here we are I guess
I didn't have time to put a section about this in my review (since it would add another ten minutes onto a fifty minute video hhhhh) but I just gotta take a second and vent about how much I dislike Stede and Ed in season two.
When I watched season two for the first time, I assumed I didn't ship Gentlebeard anymore because I'd...I dunno...gotten bored of the ship or whatever. But when I went back to rewatch season one, I was immediately sucked back into the Ed/Stede jet engine. I loved them through the finale, up until around the middle of season two...at which point I became totally disinterested again.
Even going back through season one clips for this review...the chemistry is soooo strong for me. The only time I got that feeling from season two was like, from the mermaid scene and the finger-stacking scene.
And I honestly think my disinterest stems from the fact that I can't stand Ed and Stede as characters anymore. They're dicks in season one, but ANNOYING dicks in season two, and I guess I just...don't ship characters who make me want to tear my hair out.
In season two, Ed behaves like a petulant five year old with a gun. It's so "say sorry to your friend right now!" "I don't wanna! :(" followed by a stint in the time out chair and a mumbled non-apology. For all of season two, Ed behaves like a spoiled brat, and I really can't stand it.
My friend pointed out that Ed is in a position where he needs to reparent himself. His emotional development likely stopped around the time he killed his dad (when he was still a kid). No one modeled healthy behavior and emotional regulation for Ed past the age of...maybe fifteen? So of course he's gonna behave like a kid. It's gonna be a long road for Ed to learn these regulating strategies as an adult, and I guess...hhhhhh.
None of Ed's trauma excuses Ed from torturing and traumatizing his crew. It feels shitty to find a deeply traumatized character's behavior "annoying," but...I mean. I say this as someone who's experienced suicide ideation myself: Ed isn't real, and I'm not Ed's friend, and so I don't really feel obligated to extend patience and understanding to a fictional construct when that construct spends 90% of his screen time behaving like a stuck up, self-obsessed, capricious, whiny, murderous asshole.
Add season-two-Stede to the mix and CHRIST...Stede—like Ed—was always a dick, but the way he encouraged Lucius to divulge his trauma only to react with cartoonish disgust, cower like a cornered animal, and then flee while begging Lucius to be quiet...
Then Stede decides to veto the crew's decision to ban Ed—their abuser—from the ship ("talk it through as a crew" my ass)...? Oh, and gotta love how Stede-"I've been the cause of death. It changes you"-Bonnet sets a guy on fucking fire and laughs, then kills a bunch of English soldiers with nary a backward glance. Okay. Would've loved some kind of exploration re: that major heel turn, but fine. And then Ed and Stede stand over Izzy's grave—the (mutilated) body of their dear friend and crewmate—and their combined eulogy amounts to "He was tense. Very tense." "Yeah, he was a fucking nightmare. What a guy." How endearing. Season two turned these two bastards (affectionate) into bastards (derogatory) for me and I'm still salty about it. God DAMMIT.
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I only know taylor swift as someone who sucks ass at writing lyrics, what are the banger lyrics im missing??
lmao i totally get that. I think it will always be a bit of a personal preference thing, just like some ppl love some writing styles which others cant stand, same with lyrics.
I personally love the lyric writing that tells a good story i can see in my head, and the song creates an atmosphere which you can touch and even smell. I think Taylor's strength is in her storytelling, which shines through especially in folklore and evermore. I personally love "seven" ("Please picture me/In the weeds/Before I learned civility/I used to scream ferociously"), august ("To live for the hope of it all/Cancel plans just in case you'd call"), peace ("Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"), "illicit affairs" ("Leave the perfume on the shelf/That you picked out just for him/So you leave no trace behind/Like you don't even exist"), "champagne problems" ("Sometimes you just don't know the answer/'Til someone's on their knees and asks you"), "cowboy like me" ("Perched in the dark/Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear/Like it could be love/I could be the way forward/Only if they pay for it"), "'tis the damn season" ("We could call it even/You could call me babe for the weekend/'Tis the damn season, write this down/I'm stayin' at my parents' house/And the road not taken looks real good now"), "ivy" ("Oh, goddamn/My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/Taking mine, but it's been promised to another/Oh, I can't/Stop you putting roots in my dreamland/My house of stone, your ivy grows/And now I'm covered in you").
Now every album she releases has its misses and its hits. I don't love "Lover" that much bc it's a bit too happy poppy for me, though the song "Lover" itself tells a very palpable feeling. Other songs I like are "All Too Well" ("And you call me up again just to break me like a promise/So casually cruel in the name of being honest"), "Dear John" ("Long were the nights when/My days once revolved around you/Counting my footsteps/Praying the floor won't fall through again"), "Back to December" ("It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you/Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine"), "The Story of Us" ("I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how/I never heard silence quite this loud"), "Clean" ("Ten months sober, I must admit/Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it"), "Begin Again" ("And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid/I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did"), "Don't Blame Me" ("Don't blame me, love made me crazy/If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right/Lord, save me, my drug is my baby/I'll be usin' for the rest of my life"), "Delicate" ("We can't make any promises/Now can we, babe?/But you can make me a drink").
Now many people have been dissing the latest album's cringey lyrics for a while, and while I hate them too (god the vigilante one is such a skip its unreal), i actually like some songs with cringey lyrics. "Anti-hero" really grew on me bc it's Taylor self-analising and talking about how she is her own worst critic, which is something we all experience, and I think she made it in a fun self-deprecating way in the song that still delivers the message. other songs in the album which i love and dont have those kinds of cringe lines are "you're on your own, kid" ("'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned/Everything you lose is a step you take"), "Lavander Haze" ("The only kind of girl they see (only kind of girl they see)/Is a one-night or a wife"), "High Infidelity" ("Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?/Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?"), "Would've, Could've, Should've" ("If I was some paint, did it splatter/On a promising grown man?/And if I was a child, did it matter/If you got to wash your hands?") (tbh I love all the lyrics in this song it's my fave atm).
Sorry for the long post! I really feel like Taylor's best lyrics are hidden away in her albums many times, but I do get how she gets called a good lyricist, because she is good at telling stories in them. I believe many people look at her stuff from a biased perspective most of the time bc of the way the media has portrayed her in part, and also bc she got a lot of hate from misogynists when she was young and it stayed around as mindless hate/disregard. She isnt the greatest ever but she's earned her reputation as a lyricist imo.
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I dunno if someone asked it already, but why not Timmy/Sky? Oh, and also Flora/Krystal. And Bloom/Mirta =^)
Idiot royal and his boyfriend with the braincell
Awe!! them!!
Sorry but the more I think about them the more I like them??? I like them
Sky is an integral part of Timmy's growth into becoming more confident, constantly directly defending Timmy and believing in him when no one else does
And Timmy COULD be important to Sky's arc of getting his head out of his ass because Timmy is a normal kind person and has told Sky to act right before. I can see it
Idk I feel like they'd be able to build each other up in a really cute way and I love that for them
S1 Sky and Riven primarily fight over Timmy (Riven doesn't like Timmy because he gets remedial over him, and Sky thinks that he should try being nice instead of getting pissed at the remedial training. Which mind you, getting out though remedial training REALLY FUCKING SUCKS on purpose to get people mad at each other, and Sky inherently doesn't like this), Sky's identity is revealed and Timmy sticks with him out of loyalty while still calling him a dumbass, s2 Timmy starts learning to be more confident (and stops putting Riven though remedial because he starts taking the physical aspect of RF more seriously) while Sky tries not to have a mental breakdown over his parents locking up into himself but Timmy sticks around bc their friends even though Sky doesn't tell him everything, s3 nightmare happens and they support each other, s4 they both realize they're happier doing not RF stuff (Sky not liking military structure was foreshadowing!! He isn't built for the military) but Timmy still really enjoys ships and Sky is still a huge fan of sword play so they find places to still do this that isn't militaristic
Idk that's what I kinda have 4 now hope u enjoy
Double flower power
It's not that I dislike this ship, it is that I am very attached to my interpretation of Krystal as a kid Helia babysitted for often to the point where she picked up some of his more unhinged habits and eats suspicious noodles that Miele made with magic and ingredients Miele will NOT share
But I see why other people enjoy this ship
Oh dear god the lack of impulse control
This ship is very cute, two angry red heads who want to make the world better or fucking else is adorable
But the most important part of this ship is that it's fucking hilarious
Do you know how much insecurity and impulse control these two have??????????? So much and absolutely none respectively
It's amazing these two are going to cause so many international incidents on compete accident and I'm so fucking here for it tbh
#winx club#winx timmy#winx sky#winx flora#winx krystal#winx bloom#winx mirta#rus chatters#asks#ask games
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So conspiracy theory that Taylor write midnights about f1 drama this year. Look at it this way- Daniel’s obviously mastermind because his ass is half in that seat and also you’re on your own kid cause I saw this gorgeous edit of Daniel to it and it just makes sense, Max is vigilante shit because he’s deadass scheming to get rid of checo because he wants his boyfriend back and also anti hero because he’s brought it upon himself to carry on fernando’s legacy of being the problem but we love him anyways iconic king, I have to give karma to McLaren because they will pay, bigger than the whole sky because we’re going to fucking miss seb so much :(, and lavender haze for dando cause we all know that next year lando is just going to take one look at Oscar and be like, ‘but you’re not Daniel’. If you read this entire thing, I am so sorry you had to tolerate my 4 am brain
oh my god you're a visionary. i do think that there's equal case to be made for mastermind being max OR daniel tho, just because the whole conversation of daniel moving into checo's seat literally wouldn't even be happening in the first place without max refusing to let checo through.
and you're so right that karma is daniel and mclaren, but i think maybe there's also a lewis element to it as well, especially in the bridge with the "ask me what i learned from all those years / ask me what i earned from all those tears / ask me why so many fade, but i'm still here"
i saw a midnight rain edit for carlando that absolutely fucked (link here), but as i have a hard time fucking with carlando in general, i prefer to read it as maxiel. especially since daniel literally spending the year dying on the floor while max was having one of the most successful seasons of all time 😭
the joke's been made a million times but how could question...? be about anything other than ferrari's fabulous fuck ups this year.
and on a similar note, bejeweled is charles @ ferrari in a 'you better figure out your shit before you lose me' type way (aka the direct precursor to mattia getting fired)
labyrinth is daniel having the soul sucked out of him for 18 months straight, then being thrown a lifeline in the form of a red bull polo. also "you know how much i hate that everyone expects me to bounce back just like that" i mean!!!
i know that the album technically came out before they went to brazil, but the great war is literally about interlagos 2022. just the whole fucking thing.
paris is brief but beautiful yukierre affair, rip in peace 🤧
i feel like high infidelity could be a lot of different things, but the funniest and most unhinged is whatever the fuck is going on with nando and esteban and nando's shock jump to aston martin
glitch and maroon both give the constant push and pull of charlos
would've could've should've is from the perspective of the twinks caught in the zak brown twink farm bullshit 😔
and as the daniel brain rot runs deep for me, obviously dear reader feels very daniel to me, but i think it could apply to mick, lewis, etc. basically anyone that spent the majority of the year Suffering(TM) yk
#there's gotta be a george one in here somewhere but i'm not finding it right now idk#f1#answered#anonymous
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Watching Shadow and Bone Season 2: Episode 4 - I don't like how far we are in the timeline already
Last one, then I'm going to bed. Not worth messing up my finally normalising sleep pattern for this shit of a show.
Love the intro. Yes, please, tear Ravka down, if you wish to do so.
I hate Vasily, but that is a fair reaction.
I notice an interesting change in the dynamic here. This is Nikolai's turf and they're discussing it over dinner, insetad of being marched into the throne-room and looked down upon by the King.
Less than year... If I have the timeline right, it's been barely half a year.
Also, Zoya of all people is one to talk. I mean, she's tellingthe truth, for once, but like...
So... if the ugly uniform the Queen's idea? Like, sure, I guess, but why the fuck would Alina choose to wear it later?
And I see Baghra is back to being preachy.
Ah, yes, the Fold is the reason people hate Grisha. Definitely no pogroms happening before that happened. And Kirigan will definitelly stop trying to change the world if its gone.
And I see the "West Ravka" plot has been forgotten.
Alina "My responsibilities start and end with tearing down the Fold" strikes again. And Vasily is watching her... making out with her boyfriend. Dear Saints, if he's going to accuse her of being a traitor because she's kissed another guy, I think he'll have to execute his own mother, too.
I like this Alchemi kid. And Baghra's being preachy again.
"Endured years of abuse at your orders". Genya had her agency. Had being the operative word, because she unfortunately became popular and that necessitated that be removed.
"Everything I learned, I learned at your knee" Finally, someone said it.
"Redemtion" my ass. Still don't know what exactly she imagines under those words.
Well, that's a change from taking four whole episodes to kill a person.
I guess everyone believes in the Saints, now.
I mean, I guess we have to have a fake plague somehow without Nina being maimed by drugs.
Ah, yes, the two options: Evil villain and sunshine idiot.
Dear god, I wish he was a spy. Unfortunately, autistic people make for terrible liars.
"There's always a cost" he says as if he knows anything about it.
Dear lord... I... I think I know where the crows are headed.
The Crows are going to be heisting the fucking sword from Amrat Jen. Fucking calling it now. I have seen no spoilers.
Called it. It would have been more impressive if it hadn't been like 2 minutes later, but this show presumes the viewers have no concept of memory, so they can't really bring it up once and then bring it back an episode later.
I'm like 90% sure Nina is faking betraying him, but okay.
Now, that sounds like a trap if I've ever heard of one.
Or not.
This was a good scene in the book and they've made it good in the show. No complaints here.
Except maybe that I still have trouble deciphering the fucking Irish accent, but that's on me.
Wow, would you look at that, a previously unadressed plot point we're bringing back.
I mean, that's one way to distance Alina from the monarchy so her stance is not as dumb, but like... the show needs to pick its villains and stick to them. I hated getting constantly hit with "Well actually" in Fate and I will hate it here. I have absolutely 0 faith that the show will actually make this work out in a remotely satisfying way.
Oh, look, corsets suck joke.
Also, like... Alina, I don't think insulting the crown prince is a good idea. But given that we're deaing with Alina "I like to give big men with guns lip" Starkov, I shouldn't be expecting a sense of self-preservation.
Pekka's getting what he deserves.
Very awkward crush confession.
Oh, they did actually bang previously.
Wow, look at that, Kaz is being snarky about *checks notes* a slave he just freed being concerned about slaves.
Okay, nevermind, Alina really went for the first army chic on her own. She's really commited to Grisha assimilation.
I am not a make-up expert (in fact, I don't know jack shit about it), but I'm not a big fan of Alina's make-up in this scene. IDK what it is, it just kinda rubs me the wrong way. I think it's the lipstick.
"Coming from you that means a lot"... what? Why? What does she know about ruling? Like, yes, I just don't think her input in private is all that valuable.
Vasily deserves to get his arm ripped of by the Nichevoya. In fact, it can't come soon enough.
Just on time.
Yes, please, have the confrontation.
Baghra? Protecting anyone but herself? I mean, everyone else is being remade into a better person, why not her?
That's some weak-ass table, if she's able to break it.
"You obsession with the Fold is naive" my man is spitting facts.
"We're going to change the world" "That is never going to happen" So you do admit change is evil and only morally correct choice is perpetuating the status quo. I mean, I knew that already, but sure.
The Fold? The Fold is the only thing he has left? Okay. I personally think you're full of shit, but sure.
I personally prefer the book version of this confrontation... that one was intimate and she had a goal and an agency.
I didn't agree with that goal (sacrificing herself to destroy Aleksander), but it was a goal, it was intention.
I'm honestly angry I kinda want to watch another episode to see what more they fuck up, however... I should really go to sleep. I'm cooking tomorrow and I'd rather not hurt myself because I'm sleep deprived.
#shadow and bone#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone season 2#review#grishaverse#long post#I'll get back to this first thing in the morning
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hey hey!! i hope you’ve been doing well >:D. dude i’ve had a weird week but coming back on here and reading all your new stuff has been like instant relief lmao. if it’s alright, could i participate in the ship event again? if not that’s totally alright!! i put my information here again so you don’t need to scroll, but i switched up the fandoms a bit this time :)
fandoms: harry potter (marauders era if that’s okay), stranger things (ik i did stranger things for my initial request, but what can i say. i’m obsessed and elated that you paired me with eddie <3)
my mbti type is enfp, and i’m a libra if that helps any <3
i’m pretty outgoing! i like talking to people, i just suck at small talk lmao. apparently i come off like i’m flirting with people a lot of the time whoops-
shitty jokes are my jam. i have a mix of 13 year old boy and grandpa humour.
i’m creative but work in sporadic bursts, i’ll do nothing all day but then bust out a painted jacket because i get a surge of energy at one in the morning
big fan of organized chaos, my room is kind of cluttered but i know where everything is. i’ve got a personal vendetta against minimalism
i love making stuff for people and giving them gifts! it’s my love language lmao
i kickbox and do mma, i like the contrast of me having bright pink hair but being able to kick ass ahsgdgg
i also play bass and guitar! can’t sing for shit though
dream job is either as a freelance illustrator or museum curator. something that i’ll enjoy but will still give me time to myself. my idea of hell is having an office job
Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋
Oh my goodness, if you need someone to talk to my dms are open man. I completely understand!!! I had ... a really wild week too. But you saying that, it actually means the absolute WORLD to me. I mean it too! And you can absolutely keep wanting more! I can do personalised headcanons as well xx
What each ship has in common:
⋆ Fun-loving
⋆ Party animals
⋆ Comic relief
⋆ Soft-hearted
⋆ Bad boyesque
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
Okay so this was actually really tricky. Because you're an ENFP (and this actually really does help, I love mbti and astrology!!! I'm an aquarius - anyway)
I was going to go with James, but I think you guys would clash a little. He seems a bit like an ENFP, possible an ENTP.
With Sirius, he does like to have some quiet time. I definitely see him as an ISTP/ESTP. Also he would definitely have Scorpio, Gemini and Saggitarius placements. So you would balance each other out!
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・He would be so in love with you man. Like he’d want to show you off to anyone and everyone
・You’d get along so well with James and Remus - like Sirius would sit back and be so goddam proud
・You guys would be so mischevious. Possibly meeting at Hogwarts and having prank wars
・Winking at each other from across the room
・Excessive flirting and dirty jokes
・ Relationship tropes: aggressively supportive, Person A ‘having a hard life and learning to love + Person B ‘loving them unconditionally’,
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I didn't know if you wanted more headcanons with Eddie or you wanted a whole new ship? So I went with more headcanons. If you wanted me to ship you again, just say so my dear x
Okay so you and Eddie are like a dynamic duo. Absolute chaos. It's like you vibrate whenever you're together.
Also he is an ENFP. So it’s like two hype-men together dude.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・You guys are literally so funny together, can you imagine what you’d get up to? All the shenanigans, the malarky, the absolute chaos. Oh my god.
・I think you would def do illegal stuff, but not like hurtful. Like maybe break into the high school after hours
・I feel like you might be into DnD, and would be like the leader of the Hellfire group. And challenging Eddie so much as the Dungeon Master (he would NEVER let you see what he’s coming up with before hand btw)
・Giving him random objects you’ve found (rocks, once you found a silver ring!!!! pebbles, seashells etc) and him keeping ALL OF IT
・You guys are like best friends no lie, and basically inseparable
・Relationship tropes: chaotic duo, always bring the party, feral partners in crime
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Don't Breathe - Chris Evans smut
The one where your best friend and your boyfriend are fucking behind your back.
Warnings: smut, cheating, chris x your best friend, humiliation?, chris is an asshole in this, exhibitionism, the betrayal is real
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: this is sort of a companion piece to breathe, hence the same picture. While that one explores the extremes of loyalty, this one explores the extremes of betrayal. I also couldn't bring myself to create another moodboard. I wrote this story in one sitting, in the last anxiety episode I had and it helped me get to the place I am today - a better place than I was before, so while I'm grateful for it, I'm only publishing this to give myself some closure. I haven't edited it. I haven't asked anyone to beta read it for me because I simply can't look at it anymore. But it might help some of you, and it might even arouse some others (yes, there are people who have cheating kinks. Let's all be grown-ups and accept that sexuality is a complex and difficult thing. I won't accept kinkshaming in this blog). I only ask that you do not ask me about this story, how it came to be or any sort of part two's because I literally can't stand to look at it. Thanks, you guys!
“Bitch really has no idea, huh?” Chris chuckled as he welcomed his mistress on his lap, licking his lip at the sight of the voluptuous body on top of his. He’d been dreaming about it for a while now, imagining it was her he was fucking when she was away and he had to fuck his girlfriend.
“Not a clue.” He was a bastard, he knew it. He was a son of a bitch, a good for nothing. He didn’t deserve to ever be happy again, not after this, but he couldn’t come to regret it. Not when your best friend was rubbing her cunt against his dick so sensuously, tempting him with her full pout and big breasts.
“She’s always been dumb,” she commented, like she wasn’t speaking about the woman she claimed to love more than anything in the world. Maybe that should have worried Chris, but for whatever reason, it just made him harder.
He really wasn’t worth shit.
“Can’t even figure out that every time we disappear at a party, I’m really just sucking your dick.” Chris chuckled as he buried his thumb on her mouth, chuckle turning into a groan as the beautiful woman twirled her tongue around his digit.
“I mean, this was how it started, wasn’t it, baby?” He reminded her. “You ditched her in the middle of the club to meet me in the bathroom and offer some help with the package I’d been hiding in my pants… Didn’t even have the time to doubt it before you were dropping to your knees and crawling towards me.”
The little vixen smirked at the memory, face suddenly lighting up as she let go of my dick to get out of bed. “Hey!” He complained, still smiling because he could see she was up to no good. “Where are you going?”
She had my phone in her hands when she climbed back to bed, a perfectly plucked eyebrow high in her forehead as she typed away in it. He’d never let you learn the password but what could he possibly hide from his mistress?
“Call her.” It wasn’t as much a request as it was a statement, since when she threw the phone on his chest, it was already ringing. A panicked look broke free on his face before he shook his head, smirking at her insanity.
Goddamn it if it didn’t make him harder than he’d ever been before.
“Hello?” Your sweet voice was the perfect dichotomy to the act he was partaking in, and he had to bite his lip so you wouldn’t figure out what was happening as your best friend leaned over his cock to take it in her mouth.
“Hey, honey,” Chris greeted, trying to keep his voice as smooth as possible. He could totally do this. He was an actor, after all.
“Is something wrong?” You questioned, and for a second both him and your friend froze, fearing you’d heard something. “You just left, I figured you wouldn’t call me until tomorrow.”
Chris chuckled lightly at your innocence - and the clear happiness you felt at him deciding to call so soon. He already knew what to say to plunge the knife even deeper into you.
“Oh, you know…” He trailed off, biting his lip again as your best friend swallowed his cock. “Just missed you.” He didn’t miss the smirk on her eyes. She didn’t need to speak or even stop sucking him for him to know that she was enjoying this, so he kept going, entertaining you with mindless conversation until you remembered you actually had to call her.
“Oh, I promised I’d call her… We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” You assured him, blissfully unaware of the betrayal you were suffering. “Bye, baby. I love you.” You disconnected the call before he could even lie about that too, but a few minutes later her phone began ringing.
She was still giggling when she picked up, now having stopped sucking him to rub her tight wet cunt against him again, teasing them both. “Bitch, you’ll never guess,” she greeted as soon as you said hello, and just as you asked what was up, she lowered herself down on Chris’ cock.
Your man’s cock. While she was talking to you. “I’m fucking someone right at this second.” He could hear your stunned silence, but you knew your friend had always been crazy - especially sexually.
It was the difference between the two of you that made him so obsessed.
“And he doesn’t mind?” You asked, clearly surprised, and Chris almost laughed when your best friend answered, “Oh, no. He gets off on it. Would you mind staying in line and listening for a bit? He’d really enjoy it.”
You hesitated only for a moment before agreeing, and that’s when she allowed herself to moan out loud. “God, what a fucking dick!” She cursed, fingernails gripping his pecks as she rode him for dear life. “I swear to god, you have no idea how it feels like to be fucked like this.”
You remained silent. Chris could almost picture it, the way you had one fingernail in your mouth, chewing on it as you tried to decide between keeping your promise and listening to your best friend fucking (your) man or leaving the phone on and going to do the laundry.
You were such a perfect girlfriend. So devoted, everything Chris should marry. His family loved you - hell, he thought he loved you. And here he was, fucking your best friend while you listened to her moans of pleasure.
He felt her eyes trailing down his body and he already knew what she wanted. They were a perfect match in bed. He manhandled her onto her stomach, knowing you were listening to her surprised scream and loud moan as he penetrated her from behind.
“So, so good…” She moaned. Chris had no doubt her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. “Would you ever stop fucking me, baby?” She teased, making Chris chuckle, knowing the sounds of his hips slapping against her full ass were drowning his voice from you. “Would you ever stop fucking my tight little pussy?”
He leaned over her, body completely enclosing hers in bed when he gripped her jaw to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance in hell.” Her delighted moan made it all worthy to him. He pulled out of her to turn her around once more, spreading her legs so he could have a taste of her pussy.
Eyes connected, he watched her reach for the phone and take it off the speaker so she could talk to you properly. “This guy eats pussy like a pro,” she informed you while Chris grinned between her legs, her fingers tangled in the strands of your boyfriend’s hair. “And he tells me it’s the best pussy he has ever had, don’t you, baby?”
Chris could only nod, obsessed with the taste of her sweet pussy on his tongue, the loud sounds of slurping undoubtedly reaching you. He could only imagine how you were feeling, confused and maybe a little bit aroused. It was like sound porn, after all - and it was starred by your very own boyfriend, but you had no idea.
He hummed against her pussy. You could never taste as sweet, try as you might. Even her painted lips tasted better, and he knew it wasn’t because of the lipstick she wore since you two often shared.
She moaned loudly when he shoved two fingers inside of her, having memorized her sweet spot ages ago, when this still made him feel bad and he’d often hurl when he got home to find you in bed, waiting for him.
And yet, he couldn’t stop. He waited for her to turn off the call so he could climb back up her body, kissing every inch of the way until he was buried deep inside her tight pussy again.
“You make me crazy,” he whispered, knowing this would never be enough. He would never get his fill of her. He might love you in one way or another, but he wanted her, and he would never let her go.
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Clients and Friends (Jang Hanseok)
Sequel to Called In Backup
Summary: Hanseok and Y/N haven't had an alone time since she arrived in South Korea. They keep getting interupted by anything and anyone so Hanseok decides to take matters into his own hands. // SMUT WARNING.
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Washing the chlorine from the pool off your skin, you hear the bathroom door open and close. You knew exactly who it was but you keep your back turned towards him. He hops in and trails his hands from the curve of your breasts to the swell of your thighs. Oh finally.
He pulls your hair towards the side and kisses the pulse point. "We never have anytime for ourselves haven't we, kitten?" You nod your head and moan when his hands cup your breasts.
He swirls the pads of his thumbs along the nubs of your nipples. There's a lot of things you know for sure. One of them being that Hanseok is in love with your boobs.
He leaves open mouth kiss down your shoulder and the all the way down your lower back. He nudges your stomach against the cold tiled wall and links his hand with yours above your head. He presses his semi hard member against your ass and you rub yourself against with anticipation.
Before you had a chance to do anything else, there comes a knock on the door. "Jang Hanseok, there's a call for you." It was Ms. Choi. He huffs with annoyance and loosens his grip on you. You turn around and press your back against the wall.
"Do me a favor and shut off my phone please. Come back tomorrow so we can finish our plan. I need some alone time with my wife." He says, trailing a finger down your jawline until he wraps his entire hand around your throat. "Very well, sir. Sorry to bother you." She says before leaving.
Slamming his lips onto yours, you moan into the kiss when his fingers rubs along your slit. He slowly sinks a finger in and curls it even slower. You groan with annoyance but he soon silences you by sliding another finger into you. He finds a good pace until he uses his other hand to rub hard circles on your clit.
"Oh Shit!" You yell out as your legs were beginning to spasm. He picks up in pace and curls his finger even harder against your gspot, but what really pushed you over the edge was when he took one of your nipples into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. One hand is over his, feeling his tendon flex as he finger fucked you.
The other hand was on the back of his neck and with one more stroke of his fingers, you came into his hand. He licks your juices from his fingers with a hum. "I need more of you," he whispers. He kneels down and rests one of your legs on his shoulder.
He licks up your thighs and pulls your standing leg closer. Without missing a beat, he takes you into his mouth and slurps you up like his favorite meal. "Hanseok, please! I'm still sen- oh my god." You yell out when he sinks three fingers in and separates his fingers so he's hitting three different gspots at the same time.
Tugging at his hair, he groans in between your thighs. He speeds up his fingers and spends the rest of his time sucking onto your clit. "Baby, please. I can't."
You rest the back of your head against the wall as the knot intensified in your stomach. God you missed this. No one else could make you feel like you're floating like he could.
You finally release yourself and he licks up every single drop. He kisses up your stomach and cups your cheeks before kissing you once again. Opening your mouth a little, his tongue slides against yours and when you try to do the same, he nibbles on your tongue a little.
You pulled him down for a kiss before slowly kissing down the pecks of his chest and his abs. You press a soft kiss to his pelvic bone before settling down on your knees.
You take his fully erected member in your hand and rub your thumb along the slit of his tip. "Fuck," he moans softly. Taking him into your mouth, he hits the hollowness of your cheek and you roll your tongue around him.
You push him further down your throat and pull back to stimulate his tip by caressing it with the tip of your tongue.
You do this motion a couple times before he fills your mouth with his seed. You swallow all of it as you stand back up and he picks you up like you're a rag doll. He hooks your legs around his waist and pushes your back against the tile. As you arch your back, you sink yourself onto him.
You moan into each other's mouths when you clench your walls around him. "My God I missed you." He says into your neck. "I missed you too."
He links one of his hands with yours and keeps your intertwined hands against the wall next to you. His other hand is on your lower back and within a few seconds, he is ramming into you so hard your head hits the wall a couple times.
He notices and moves his hand from your lower back to the back of your head. Scratching at his back, he arches his back and completely bottoms out inside of you.
Loud series of moans leave your lips as he continued to split you in two. He finishes but continued to thrust into you. He rubs your clit at the same pace that he's fucking you and you cum within a few seconds.
"Oh my God," you both say in unison. You rest your face into his neck and he slowly pulls out of you before setting you back on your feet. Afterwards, he spent a couple of minutes washing your body and hair while you washed his. By the time you guys left the shower, your fingers were like raisins.
You could barely keep your eyes open but you managed to put on your silk robe before falling asleep on the bed.
Meanwhile at the plaza, Vincenzo was talking amongst the residents. "I've never heard of this woman," Cha young says. "That's a good thing. I've seen what's she's capable of. She makes Jang Hanseok look like a puppy." Vincenzo says.
"So what do you want us to do?" "Nothing. I'll buy off some guys to send a message." "We can't just sit here and do nothing." "You do not want to cross paths with her. Believe me when I say she will kill you without blinking."
"Wow, they really do belong with each other." Mr. Nam says as he shakes his head. "Let me handle this," Vincenzo states.
Later on that night you woke up at an odd hour. It was like your body was trying to tell you something. Looking over your shoulder, you see Hanseok sleeping peacefully with both of his arms tucked under his pillow. A part of you wanted to run your fingers through his straight hair, but you didn't want to wake him.
You stand up from the bed and walk into the small kitchen to grab a water. "Y/M/N Y/F/N," you hear a voice say from the couch. Slowly closing the fridge, you turn around to see Vincenzo staring at you. It didn't look like he has a weapon but you can't be too careful these days.
"I'm assuming you're well aware that you married a monster." Vincenzo adds. "Eh, we all have our flaws." "He murdered innocent people," "All of us did. Collateral damage comes with power."
"You were a dear friend to me once, so I'll give you twenty four hours before I string you up and cut you like a pig." He threatens.
"Aw, is that a promise?" You taunt, that was until you heard a gun cock. It wasn't Vincenzo because he has a specialized gun with a silencer, which only left one person. You both look to see Hanseok emerging from the darkness of the room and towards Vincenzo.
"You're not going to lay a hand on her," "And the beast has a soft spot," Vincenzo says, standing from the couch and adjusting his suit. "She's not so soft," Hanseok says. You round the table and stand next to him.
"I came here as a courtesy. Next time, I won't be so courteous." Vincenzo states. "You never were courteous, Cassano." You state. He looks from you to Hanseok with a soft smile before opening the door.
"They should start reenforcing these locks." He states. "Yeah, I'll let them know they should make the locks snake proof." You spit. He stops for a split second and Hanseok's grip tightened on the gun. You push his hand down, showing that he's not a threat at the moment.
You both look up to see Vincenzo gone and the door closed. "What the hell was that? You said he was just a client but he just said that you were a friend of his." He slams the gun on the table.
"We were not friends. He was someone I used to trust and he betrayed me the first chance he got." "I don't believe you. You two were more than just friend. He was fucking you was he?"
"No! What the hell is wrong with you. He never touched me like that. I told you that he was someone I used to trust." "Why did you trust him?" "Because he was my first client, okay? And.. I thought.. it doesn't matter. I learned from my mistakes."
You run your fingers though your hair and Hanseok eyes you suscipously. "The majority of my clients are in the Mafia, he's in the Italian Mafia. You really think we wouldn't cross paths?" You ask. He sighs and runs a hand over his face. He steps closer to you a holds the sides of your face.
"Sorry," he says, pressing his forehead against yours. "How the hell did he know where to find us?" He added. "He must have a tracker on you somehow." "How?" You shrug your shoulders and said, "We shouldn't wait around to find out. We need to leave everything now,"
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This time you were in the drivers seat talking over the plan with Jang Hanseok when you realized that you were being followed. "What do you plan to do?" "I'll find an lot and handle business. Give my go bag please?" You ask.
He sets the go bag in your lap and without looking down, you grab your layout of knives. Setting the layout in the console, you reach into the bag and gave Hanseok a gun. You toss the bag in the bag and veer off the highway to a very secluded grassland.
You pull into the shadows and turn off the headlights and wait for the others to pull up. "You sure we should be stopping?" He asks. "I have my own message to send."
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❛ COME TO BED, I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT YOUR HIPS PRESSED AGAINST MINE ❜
❚❙ OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA MASTERLIST.
✨ REQUEST by @meteora-fc: heyo! please can you do 3 from the smut prompt list with bishop 😏 ty ty!!
✨ Prompt: “Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine”.
Gif credit: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.
WORDS: about 1.5k.
Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, a little of overstimulation, mention of bodily fluid.
❚❙ A/N: thanks for requesting, my dear. I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote in less than 30 minutes, which is a record time. I’m sorry it took me so long and I know this should be part of ‘January of Prompts’, but I decided to take it as another request due it has been impossible for me to write this challenge.
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You have been trying to sleep for an hour now, but it has become an impossible mission knowing that your husband is still awake for some reason. He has been through some shit with Los Olvidados and Miguel Galindo lately and he doesn't want you to worry you feeling him spinning around your shared bed as he fights to fall asleep. But you prefer that than being alone. Getting up brushing your hair with your fingers, you lead your bare feet to the back porch, crossing your arms and rubbing them with both hands to get warm as you come closer to the outside.
Bishop is sitting on a chair with his legs rested on the wooden railings, smoking and holding an empty beer. Wrapping his chest from behind with your arms, you lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his raspy jawline. And you can't help but let go a soft purr as you sink your nose into the gap between his neck and his shoulder. Setting off the cig in the ashtray, he lands his right hand on the back of your head closing his eyes for a second.
“Come to bed... I can’t sleep without your hips pressed against mine”. You whisper into his ear with a provocative tone of voice, extending the last four words to highlight them.
You can see the smirk appearing on his face a second before standing up and lacing his fingers with yours, so you can guide him through your house straight to the main bedroom. In your way, he isn't able to put his free hand away from your throat to earn some exposed skin of your neck to kiss it slowly. Once Bishop puts a hand on your body, he can't stop touching you.
As soon as you reach your bed and tuck in, you get what you wanted, what you needed. His strong arms surround you without hesitation, pressing his body against yours; too close there's no distance between both. His lips continue adhered to you, leaving mouth-opened kisses from his starting point till finding your mouth in the middle of the gloom. Bishop tastes like nicotine and alcohol, but it doesn't disgust you, sliding your tongue into his cavity to crash with his in a friendly match.
Your husband bites and sucks your bottom lip, slowly swinging his hips against your ass and creating some friction as your t-shirt rolls up and down with every move from his body. You don't shut the soft moans that soon fills your room, grabbing his right wrist massaging your nipples over the cotton fabric to direct it down over your abdomen. His palm getting dragged gives you shivers, closing your eyelids when his fingertips caress your hipbone ending up playing with the waistband of your black panties.
“Tell me what you want, querida…” Bishop's voice puts you to tremble briefly, so needed after a couple of days without feeling him this close.
“I want you, Obispo”. You almost sob, dancing your hips in sync to earn more friction against the bulge growing under his boxers. “Need you inside me tonight… I need you”.
“I'll do anything for you”. He murmurs, while his hand makes his way to your already-ready pussy. “I'm so sorry for unattending you… Could you forgive me, mi amor?”
While he continues speaking to you, his index finger slightly caresses your swollen clit causing you to gasp eagerly.
“Yes… Yes, Bish”.
“I'll make it up to you”. And you know pretty well he will keep his promise.
Removing his hand from your panties, your husband pulls them down through your legs before doing the same with his underwear. You stirr at the simple touch of his bare skin and the heat it emanates from. Bishop urges you to raise a leg so he can guide his hard cock to your folds, playing with them as the head rubs your entrance to coat it with your arousal. And it feels so damn good after two days. Placing his hand on your inner thigh, he makes his way through your warm and soaked pussy, nailing his hardness as deep as he is able.
“Oh, god…” You cry out intertwining your fingers with the ones gripping your throat, rolling your eyes to the back of your head inevitably.
Bishop is so thick and big that you know you won't ever adjust to his size. He's aware of it, always giving you some seconds to get used to his cock, even if he adores the way your cunt suffocates him every time he's balls deep between your legs.
“Move… please… please”.
Sticking his chest to your back under the sheets, your husband rocks his hips slowly, taking his time to enjoy that being buried inside your body is the only way he feels like he's at home. There's no better place for him.
“You take me so good, baby girl… You're so tight… Can you feel it, ah?” His hoarse words fall onto your ear, urging you to lie a little over your back so he can devour your mouth.
Bishop doesn't give you the chance to reply, invading your cavity with his tongue and his grunts as his pelvis speed up furiously when he knows that your walls are already adjusted to his prominent erection. Tossing your leg behind to his and freeing his hand, he directs it to your breasts straight to one of your nipples. Bishop pinches it, twists it, pulls it, earning the delicious whinings that make him feel proud of satisfying you.
“Fuck, cariño… Oh, fuck… Please… Please, Obispo… fuck me harder”.
You can't deny you're such a filthy and needed whore for your man's dick. That's a fact. And can't do anything, but take your wishes as his commands. He lives for making you happy. The pace of his thrusts increases, creating a beautiful noise that fills your room when his hardness is sunk into your soaked cunt, not giving you time to catch back your breathing.
“Mi amor, you're so damn… perfect for me…” Bishop growls against your lips, keeping eye contact since he loves to see every expression drawn on your face. “You're my home… the only place I wanna come back… every single second of my life”.
You try to tell him how much you love him between short and clumsy kisses, running out of air and feeling the pearls of sweat touring your forehead.
Your husband needs to hear you screaming his name, substituting his lips for his fingers and sliding them into your mouth.
“Suck them, baby girl… Suck them like I know you can”.
And you give him a whole show, moans included before leading them to your thighs. Bishop spreads your folds using his digits, as he moves them from up to down stroking your most sensitive skin right now. He has learned how to touch you by paying attention to your vocals, how loud they are, the words you try to utter. Your husband knows to perfection how much pleasure these caresses to your inner lips provokes you, while he continues pounding you with no mercy. That gesture shortens the time you can resist till finding the orgasm, but when you explode, he pushes your soul out of your body.
Bishop makes you cum. He makes you cry, screams his full name, trying to put his hand away from your pussy when he wants to continue rubbing your satisfied pearl with his fingertips from one side to another; overstimulating you as he hasn't finished yet. You can't even talk, nor think. You aren't strong enough to make him stop, crashing his body against yours until emptying himself inside your guts.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart!”
His seed fills you completely, pressing his anatomy to yours as his arms wrap you as much tight as he is able to. Bishop can feel his dick twitching buried in your more than pleased hole, as your legs and your hands are shaking for too much pleasure roaming every single inch of you.
“Good girl… Good girl”. Bishop whispers against your neck, resting his forehead there during a short moment. “You're the goodest girl, my lovely wife… You know how to cheer me up…”
“That's my job”. You giggle barely breathing, getting comfier under his tight grip. You don't want him to move away from you. “Don't… pull it out, please…”
“Want it inside the whole time, ah?” Bishop scoffs, pressing his body a little more against you, earning a soft and broken gasp. “Beg for it… I love to hear you begging”.
“I shouldn't”. You complain. “I've been a good girl… not disturbing you while you were working… and I was here alone. Needing my husband. So I have the right to keep your dick inside me a little more, Obispo. I'm not going to beg for it”.
You can feel him chuckling in silence, infecting you with his good humor after releasing all the tension the club has caused on him.
“Whatever”. He teases you, pretending to move back and not hear your speech.
But you don't let him. Of course not. You force his arms to stay around your body, sticking your body to his. You can't avoid a soft grunt escaping your lips when Bishop pushes his semi-erection a little deeper, hitting unexpectedly your g-spot. He's going to kill you. That's for sure.
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Chapter 14
18 + only
warnings and summary - Masterlist
Warnings: 18+only for explicit sexual content: depictions of sub/dom lifestyle and m/m sexual relationship. If it’s not your thing please keep scrolling. Thank you!
Authors notes: Have I mentioned how confused I was when I first discovered WinterBaron, not because of some boring silly ideas that these men aren't in love, because of course they are. But because everyone apparently thought felt Bucky would be the dominant one? I mean of course to each their own, if that's what gets you there, no shame! But have you ever looked into Helmut Zemo's eyes? Half way through episode three of FATWS (strut to the helicopter anyone?) and I was all "yes daddy" That man is not to be taken lightly. Bucky however is soft and sweet and wants to be held; after you teach him a lesson of course... All that aside I promise I'm working on the conclusion to this story with --shocker-- yet another chapter already brewing. I swear I thought this was over but it looks like I've gotten a taste of their love and I'm not letting go any time soon. I've grown very attached to this trio and I won't be saying goodbye quite yet, segue into saying hi to my new followers! Love you and thanks for taking the time to read! I really do appreciate it. Now, like I said, don't read this trash in public, it ain't proper *wink*
Sorry that I had to edit so much for tumblr reasons lol
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At first you hadn’t been sure it was going to be this way again. Zemo seemed so gentle and different which you didn’t mind, but the second he looked at you from the water, you knew and you were so glad for it. You would be his no matter what, but you did so love it when he made you beg.
After drying off and tossing on his cream button down, not bothering with said buttons thank the stars, Zemo started to lead the way through the lounge towards the dinner table but stopped and turned to look at you both with a little smile hinting at his dark intentions.
“What is it?” Bucky asked. He’d taken his wet things off and was in nothing but a towel waiting on Oeznik to bring up dry clothes. Both you and Zemo kept looking him over.
“I was gone for a year James. I’m well aware of how it was between you two.” Zemo says with a dismissive snicker.
Bucky steps back squaring his shoulders ready to defend himself. No one is hiding anything, but of course there is always the worry that feelings have changed now that Zemo is out.
The Baron holds up a hand laughing a little as he shakes his head. “No, I’m not mad, I’m happy you had one another, it is— exactly what I wanted.” Zemo assures you both and Bucky exhales. Zemo looks at you. “I would assume it was different from what we had?”
“Yes, sometimes similar but never the exact same” You answer honestly.
He nods glancing at Bucky sizing him up.
He knows this man could never stand dominating you the way he does, he’s not the sort. Bucky is a physical force of nature, but that’s just it. He's the sort who takes commands not gives them. Still it seems Zemo wants to be sure so he looks at you again. “If this is more to your liking, or if your wants have changed, please. You know I will never force you to do anything. People’s taste change and maybe yours have as well. This life can lose its appeal over time.”
You stop him by stepping forward and take his hand while looking into his eyes and smile sweetly. Slowly, so that he may see just how much you want this, you go down onto your knees, lift his hand, part your lips and suck his thumb into your mouth. The familiar way his fingers cradle your chin make you moan a little as you think about having another part of him. You look up knowing how you must look from this position and Zemo’s jaw muscles flex as he comes closer gazing down on you. His fingers press into your face and when you swirl your tongue around his thumb he shuts his eyes for just a few seconds with a deep sigh at the feel of being reunited with you in this way.
The weight of his other hand on your head tells you to stop and he pulls his thumb free, the wet finger stroking your cheek as he stares down at you, so pleased and relieved to know that you’re still committed to be being his so completely.
“You will need new rules” He says faintly. His voice is tight and you know he wants you here and now, though you can’t see his face anymore because your head is bowed to the man you belong to. The man you obey.
“Yes Baron.” You say, your wide smile hidden from both of them.
“James?” He says stepping away from you, his fingers lingering just a second longer. “I know you enjoyed our times together with her, but…”
“I have to say yes or else it can’t happen.” Bucky finishes for him.
“Exactly.”
“Do I have to get on my knees right now?”
Zemo laughs. “No, not right now. But you will have to learn to listen if this is what you want.”
You want to look so badly. Bucky is going to struggle with it at first. “Yeah well, it’s not like you have’t told me what to do before.” His snark is playful but you know Zemo won’t like it.
“James.”
“I’m kidding.”
“And I’m serious.”
“I know,” He says letting the jokes fade. “And I actually appreciate it. I’m just. Well, it’s new. Maybe I’m a little nervous.” He admits quietly and its so cute you smile wanting to hug him, but Zemo has it covered.
You hear his smile as he speaks and imagine the way he must be standing close, brown eyes gazing into blue. “That's perfectly natural. But you don’t need to fear me, just obey me and everything will be fine.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’ll find out.”
“What if it’s too much.”
“You already know, I will never go beyond what you can handle. That’s why I need to know now James. Yes— or no.”
Their voices are so low, they are just above a whisper. When you glance up you feel your heart flutter at the sight of Bucky in his arms just as you’d imagined, Zemo waiting patiently, Bucky already looking so soft under his gaze.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes” He says with confidence. You look back down and hear the muffled sound of their colliding kiss.
*
Now what is it they always say? Rules are meant to be broken? You certainly had fun testing the limits at the start of your relationship with Zemo. Well, the Baron must really love a challenge because it seems you and Bucky are cut from the same cloth. Two little shit starters who like to push the limits.
No sooner had Zemo laid out the rules and quite clearly over a lovely plate of hors d’oeuvres and a newly opened bottle of vintage red at the dinner table did Bucky get himself in trouble.
Maybe it's because you only have two rules aboard the ship, but you thought they were fairly simple to follow to be honest.
Never say no to the Baron —safe word, colors and song being the only exception and, don’t fuck James without Helmut’s permission. Simple, somewhat annoying, but that was part of the fun.
And for Bucky;
Rule one; Never question what I do to her.
Rule two; Never say no to me— safe words, colors and song being the only exception
Rule three; Do not fuck her unless I say that you may.
Rule four: Do not come without my permission
He’d said them while pacing calmly behind Bucky who was sitting at the table acting a little too nonchalant about it all.
Zemo could sense his nervous bravado and leaned over Bucky sliding his hand into that thick head of hair, slowly pulling the soldier’s head back. “Shall we see how good you are at following the rules?” He’d hissed in his ear.
You’d watched feeling your own body tense. Please dear god Bucky break at least one you thought hiding your grin.
Of course he broken a rule. How could he not, it was all too tempting. The sad thing is you’re not sure if he really meant to.
It was over dinner— desert actually.
Chocolate mousse, your favorite which the Baron knew. He loves to toy with you, and always has, making you do little things before you’re allowed to indulge. Not out of any need to deny you food, it wasn’t the food, it was the control and your lack of it. He’ll probably do the same with the tv or books whatever it is you want you’ll have to earn it playing his little games.
Tonight to ease back into the life you’d both been forced to set aside, he’d made you sit on your hands like a shamed school girl until he and Bucky had finished their desert first.
Bucky however thought this was a little unnecessarily sexist and cruel and said as much which broke rule number one. Never question what I do to her.
“Oh come on, don’t be an ass” He’d grumbled spooning another bite into his mouth while you sat peeking up though your head stayed down. He will pay for that, you thought feeling the warm breeze stir as the yacht pressed on towards the setting sun.
Helmut said nothing. In fact, he sat in silence just waiting, letting Bucky finish. When he was all done, Zemo smiled. “Good?” He asks.
Finally you think. Let it start.
“The mousse?”
He nods.
“Yeah, great actually.”
“Good. Why don’t you go and feed it to her.” He says “Since you're so concerned.”
Bucky glances at you sitting there waiting patiently, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. “All right?”
He gets up, rounds the table and grabs a chair.
“No. On your knees.” Comes the voice of authority.
Bucky pauses, but he does in fact let go of the chair, turns yours around with you in it and gets down in front of you. You glance up at him and he gives you a quick smile.
Opening your mouth you let him spoon the first bite in and it tastes even better than you’d expected.
“Open your legs.” Helmut tells you. Of course you do. “Pull the suit away and look at her.” He says to Bucky.
You see Bucky hesitate, but he does and the air brushes your exposed skin. You take a deep breath in knowing they both see the way you pulse under their lustful gaze. “Do you see how wet this makes her?” Helmut asks, his voice is low.
Bucky’s pupils dilate, his fingers grip your thigh. “Yes.”
“Look at her and remember that this is what she likes, what she wants, what she has been waiting to have. Stop trying to save a woman who doesn’t want to be saved James.”
You watch his eyes and see him wrestling with the truth of that lovely slick and sticky sweetness that you know he wants to touch. This had been exclusively his for a year. He knows exactly what it feels like to dip his fingers in; what it tastes like, what it smells like and how it feels when he bottoms out inside of you and you say his name, not his silly nickname. His real name. Now he knows that he will have to wait until another man tells him when he can have that again-- and that you like it.
When he exhales slowly, daring to run his thumb across your now throbbing clit, you know that he likes it too.
“Finish.”
Bucky glances up at you one last time and sees how you’re trying not to make a sound. He lets go and the bathing suit covers you again. You relax and slowly open your mouth, hoping he does truly understand. You still love him. You’re still his as much as you are Zemo’s but you were Zemo’s first. You will always be Zemo's and you will always play by his rules.
Bucky tips the cool spoon into your mouth and you pull the chocolate from the silver.
“Did you like it?” Helmut asks.
You open your eyes and nod.
“Answer me.”
“Yes Barron.” You say around the bite.
He comes up behind Bucky and smooths his hand over the mans head, and down along the back of his neck gripping. He holds him as leans down to speak in his ear. “I know it’s your first time, so I will make allowances tonight, and tonight only. But I can not have you pushing back, thinking you can break rules when we’ve not even started, yes?”
You’re practically on the edge of your seat wondering what he’ll say. He’s still looking at you and for a second you think it might be too much for him.
“Yes.” He says quietly.
“Yes, what?” Helmut asks moving around to his side.
Bucky looks up, and you see it, the moment he looks into Helmut’s soft brown eyes which are no more than a lure to draw his willing victims in and says, “Yes Baron.”
“Good.” He knows now and so do you. Bucky is truly his. Helmut savors this as much as you did that spoon fed chocolate. You can see the hairs on his arms rise with a chill and his eyelids lower as he stares at this man you’re sure he’s spent as much time thinking of as he has you, possibly more. “Go downstairs to our bedroom.” He tells Bucky who seems surprisingly meek when Helmut hold his face this way; clutched tight in his grasp like an angry headmaster “Strip down to your underwear, place your hands behind your back, and wait in the center of the room.”
Zemo’s eyes scan the striking face of the soldier he once controlled against his will, so happy to know that this time he’s given himself to the Baron of his own volition.
*
You don’t look at him when you are led into the room, you keep your head down and let Zemo guide you straight to the bed where he sits you down and turns his attention to the man waiting.
Only then do you dare to peek over at Bucky still standing like a silent guard. He’s got his hands behind his back and has undressed, just as he was told to do. You can see that his cock is as hard as stone beneath his black boxer briefs; and with him unable to do anything about it.
All you can do is smile. After Zemo is done with him you’re sure he’ll learn his lesson, or exactly how to break the rules again and again.
Looking from one pet to the other, Zemo gives a little sigh. It’s the sound of man spoiled by too many toys. “Come here.” He says.
Obediently, Bucky walks over, the look on his face somewhat serious but it’s clear his defenses are all but forgotten.
“Have you decided how this will play out yet?” Zemo asks once he’s standing in front of you both. Bucky looks Zemo over and for a split second you remember that he could easily overpower the Baron and you worry, but when he lowers his head and drops his shoulders, nodding just a little you smile remembering that he did not come here for that. You saw the way his heart broke when they took Zemo off to prison. You saw the way he smiled when he didn’t know you where looking as he held his phone and stared down at that text, it was the same way he looked at Zemo when he first showed his face this morning and you saw that beautiful kiss between them. He’s all in. He wants to belong to the Baron just as you do.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly and Zemo smiles.
“Thank you for the apology. But you broke a rule James. That can not go unpunished.”
Bucky glances up looking slightly worried.
“There is a way to go about this so that you will learn.” Zemo says smiling down at the high peak of Bucky’s underwear. “Your impatient cock will have to wait. Blame your eager mouth,” He shrugs causally “You see, if you insist on opening it, you will learn to do so for a good reason instead of breaking my rules,” He says and quickly grabs Bucky's throat surpassing him as he leans in just an inch. “Tonight James, you will learn your lesson on your knees, beneath me where you belong. Kneel.”
*
“What is your safe word?” Zemo asks looking down into Bucky’s wide blue eyes.
“Streusel.”
Zemo nods and takes Bucky’s face in hand holding his chin, their eyes fixed on one another. “And what are the colors?”
“Green is go, yellow is slow down and red is stop.”
“And if you can’t speak?”
“I— hum Penny’s from heaven.” He says it feeling silly but knows he might need it tonight.
Stroking his face with the side of his index finger while loosening his shorts with the other, the Baron sighs. “You know that I care for you very much?” He asks slipping his hand beneath the waistband.
“I do.” Bucky says and the way he looks at the Baron shows that he feels the same.
“You know that I care for you both. That is why this works. That is the only way that any of this works. Without it and without the trust this ends.”
“I understand.” Bucky answers softly and turns his face just a little to let his lips brush Zemo’s palm with a kiss.
Helmut’s eyes flit shut with the delicate display of intimacy. His fingers massage Bucky’s temple inching up into his hair and for a moment he just lets the affection between them be enough.
“Good.” He finally answers, his voice low and bends to kiss Bucky’s forehead. When he stands again, the warmth has drained from his touch and his eyes. “Now, open your mouth."
*
Bucky’s shoulder is hot beneath your ear as you lean against him. You can’t reach wide enough to hold him in your arms but you try. The sound of him choking makes you shut you eyes focusing on the shared experience of knowing what it’s like to try and swallow the relentless thrusting of that damned cock and you moan softly in harmony with him. You lift your gaze, thrilled by the sight of his shining black hand veined in gold, braced against Zemo’s flexed thigh.
The pumping into his mouth slows letting him breathe some and you watch wanting to see the way his cheeks hollow when he slides his mouth back and forth.
His closed eyes open, looking up, wanting approval. Helmut gives it by closing his own hands to fists in Bucky’s hair. He shoves in slowly, going as deep as Bucky will take him in, fucking his throat until you hear the faint sound of gagging and a strangled attempt to hum his song. The notes are ragged and you worry Zemo won’t hear. You lay your hand on the Baron’s stomach tapping.
Ever the trustful dominant, Zemo stops and pulls his shining, solid member free, breathing hard, a little sad that he has to, but never one to cross that line.
Bucky drops his head gasping for air, his hands on his thighs as he shakes his head like he thought he knew what he was in for and is realizing how mistaken he was. You look up rubbing the small of his back.
Zemo is assessing as he always does with you. Checking to make sure he hasn’t gone too far because he longs to go farther. But he knows this is the first time his soldier has ever been used so relentlessly. And then you see a smile twitch at the corner of Zemo’s lips and the look of concern melts away.
Bucky has recovered and seems more than willing to take the rest of his “punishment.” He drags the back of his hand across his mouth tilts his head and opens up letting his tongue hang out to make way for the large occupant; the sight is so pretty you think if you had a cock you’d probably shove it in there too which makes you giggle quietly.
Zemo sighs and grabs him, guiding himself into the waiting mouth of the man so eager and ready to satisfy that you think it will not be long now. You know the Baron well and while he’s a master of restraint, this is too much for anyone.
You go up onto your knees kissing Bucky’s face as he sucks, stroking his hair, moaning softly into his ear, biting, licking, teasing him to give him some pleasure too. But you don’t dare touch his stone hard erection though for fear he’ll come and you will be in a world of trouble for breaking Zemo’s rules; so instead you rub your hand up the solid muscle of his thigh smiling when he makes the sweet sounds of someone overwhelmed and loving every second of it.
Zemo’s pace quickens and you back away a little watching, awed and damn near dripping wet. You wince for Bucky and wonder how you’ve ever managed to do this. It looks so intense when you’re on the outside looking in. Still, your hand slips down between your legs. Watching Helmut have his way with a man as strong as this one has you unable to resist, and you aren't the one unable to come when you want.
Zemo notices how you've got your hand under your suit and his moan is loud enough to get your attention. He suddenly grabs Bucky’s head holding him steady, making him give a muffled shout and you go back up onto your knees forgetting about your own pleasure, laying your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound under your palm, your lips grazing the warmth of his skin as he tries to pull way from the Baron just once in some reflexive attempt to escape this inevitable moment, but it’s too late and he digs the fingers of his natural hand into Helmut’s thigh with a sound, something like a shout of surprise but he can not move.
The absent stroking of Bucky’s hair is some half hearted attempt to quiet him but it actually helps and he relaxes, moaning long and low as Zemo draws in a ragged breath between his teeth and holds it in as every muscle in his body flexes.
Bucky starts to swallow and you watch the way he accepts every warm shot so willingly now, all fight in him gone, even the way he holds onto the Baron has changed. He seems to be urging him to —go on —give me more.
You feel the fluttering in your stomach in this quiet moment even though your heart is pounding and your hand quickly slips back down. You won’t be able to finish but it still feels incredible.
They both tense with the last of it, Bucky grabbing Zemo’s ass holding him close now that it’s over and the Baron relaxes with a light laugh as he slowly pulls himself free.“Well done James,” He exhales closing his eyes. “That was— perfect.” He smiles opening them and steps back catching his breath “On your feet” He finally says.
Bucky pushes up to standing.
“You too,” He tells you.
Bucky holds out his hand which you take and he pulls you up easily. You stand in silence together.
“Continue like this, and perhaps I’ll let you come tomorrow.” Zemo says to Bucky.
He kisses your cheek, smiles at you both, knowing that he’s left his new sub confused and sexually frustrated, turns and finds his drink on the table and his robe hanging on the master bath door before going off to take a shower.
*
“Did you think I’d forgotten about you?” He asks, his breath warm in your ear.
You shake your head no even though it’s hard with his hand so tight around your neck.
“No, never, I will always satisfy you.” He says and kisses you deeply.
“Are you going to come?” Helmut asks looking down to see his hand at work rubbing your pussy. Your knees part and your hips raise in response to the light smacks he gives your hot divide.
Bucky sighs, lost in his own agony of only being allowed to watch.
You’re a moaning, whimpering mess gasping and crying out the second Helmut thumbs your clit again. He smacks and your legs close reflexively “Open” He says and you do. He gives two more and your thighs are shaking as the pressure mounts.
“That’s it, come, come for me, and for him. Come for him because he can’t” Helmut says smiling cruelly at Bucky.
You’re too close to feel sympathy, you feel only your Baron’s skilled hand and the way he circles your hard clit with his middle finger with the perfect amount of pressure until the dam gives way and you come with a scream and deep pulsing burst wetting his fingers and the sheet, your entire body flexing in rhythm with the orgasm until you shiver and sink down still gasping.
Helmut kisses you lightly smiling. “I have missed doing that to you.”
You give a breathy smile with your eyes closed feeling your breast shake as you do with the residual quakes of pleasure. You can not remember the last time you've come that hard.
“A reminder of what satisfaction tastes like” Helmut says and you open your eyes to find him reaching towards Bucky.
You don’t think he’ll do it, but he is learning submission from you. He opens his mouth and sucks Zemo’s middle finger, his moan soft but slightly pained.
“Soon James.” Helmut says, his expression alternating between arousal and empathy. “Soon.”
*
Late in the night well after the three of you have cleaned up and gone to bed, you wake up between them feeling so thirsty you have to go up for a bottle of water from the small fridge and come back to find the bed you share empty.
Confused at first, you hear their voices out on the balcony and quietly make your way over.
“I won’t ever hurt you more than you want me to.” You hear Zemo say with the sleepy smile in his voice.
“I know.” Bucky says sounding relaxed. It’s the same way he sounds with you, and you are relieved that there seem to be no true hard feelings after his first taste of submission tonight.
“I am happy you decided to come, you know that, right? There were times I didn’t think you would.” Zemo says.
“There were times that I didn’t know what I would do if you got out. I think it came down to those last few seconds.”
“Are you sure about that?” Zemo asks, clearly not believing him.
There is a long pause and you smile at the door. He knew he was going to come the second he turned you over, You think standing in the shadows.
Helmut is laying back on the low, wide sofa, one arm resting on the back, the other across Bucky’s chest, one leg bent at the knee, the other over the edge. You like the way he sort of absently strokes the vibranium shoulder. You do the same thing, You both know Bucky can’t feel it but you both like the way the cool metal calms you, and Bucky… he’s so relaxed. His back to Zemo’s chest, that powerful limb wrapped around the Barons leg, the other resting across his own stomach. They look so peaceful that you hate they’ve spotted you before you can sneak back into bed.
Bucky calls for you to join them which you do now that they both insist so you come out. You hop onto the sofa with all the enthusiasm of a joining a sleepover.
Bucky’s chest offers a solid, familiar warmth and you sigh happily as he strokes your hair while you watch the stars slowly floating by.
They shift the conversation now and start talking about the mechanics of ships of all things and you think how lovely it is that they have one another to be boring with, and how lucky you are to have two men with such beautifully relaxing voices.
Sleep takes you easily, and when you wake again you’re being carried into the room by one metal arm and one flesh and laid down in the bed— the comfort of their bodies surrounding you with safety and love.
To be continued...
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[ Genshin Impact Imagines ]
Imagine #1 : Of Bargains and Contracts - That which is the most precious shade of gold
Vago Mundo - Zhongli
Imagine having doubts about the fairness of your contract with Zhongli.
After a long day of adventuring for one of Zhongli's rare botanical requests (that ofc, you obtained through your own expenses as per your contract- you felt robbed due to that, truly you did, in which universe was it fair to make the adventurer pay for expenses spent on obtaining your requests? However, you do not find yourself complaining -at least not directly to the person involved- any time soon. Not when he so easily smiles so handsomely -so happily- whenever you provide him with what he requested).
His smiles are going to run me dry of mora, I just know it, you tell yourself. One of these days it would and when you'd need to have a weapon refined but is too damned broke for it -or worse, go starving in the midst of one of your many journeys, Paimon would have your ass for it.
Maybe, just maybe, all of those supposed adventurers that Zhongli had once mentioned in one of his more factual tales to have often decided on staying in Liyue was because of him. Maybe he flashed a great many of them his polished smile and gentlemanly attitude and had just gotten them reeled in- hook, line, and sinker.
Putting it that way, he doesn't sound any more than a con-man, Paimon had blatantly stated so the other day,
'A well-mannered one but a con nevertheless! Who even forgets to bring their wallet nowadays, huh, (Y/N)? Think about it!'
And a part of you do consider it, do boil with the thought. That perhaps you were just being used, that maybe The Mysterious Guest of Wangshu Inn was no more than a conniving, sly, inconveniently comely-
To your surprise, you reach your destination, your thoughts quite a distracting orchestra dedicated to the funeral director. Thoughts that made you steel your nerves as you glared at the polished wooden doors that served as an entrance to Zhongli's study, your mind made up to hand a piece of it to the man who resided just beyond.
'Zhongli, I feel as if the contract we have is rather unfair. You cannot honestly expect me to continue on with this without going broke. We need to make amends to make this transactional relationship work. Paimon is already being a pain since they needed to cut off on food, I do not want to imagine how Kaeya would react once he learns that these commissions from you is funded by our joint expenses and with no reimbursement whatsoever.'
Okay, that sounds good, you think. Civil, proper and not watering down the gravity your true monetary concerns. He'd understand, you hope and place your bets on the proper man that you believe him to be. The concept of mora may just be entirely insignificant to him, only too inconveniently that he forgets he'd need those to make purchases and obtain basic necessities in between his more luxurious wants, which you find ironic.
Taking in a deep breath, you turn the knob of the door and pry it open only to be met by a sight that had might as well called dibs on your future funds down to the last mora.
There stood Zhongli, tall and elegant as always but with far lesser clothes than what he usually has on himself. His coat was nowhere to be seen and instead all there was is his cream undershirt and well-tailored trousers- too damned tight, shirt folded to his elbows, untucked, unbuttoned and deshriveled as his tie was. The longer strands of his luscious locks were out of their usual ponytail and instead pooled about his shoulders and down past his waist.
The backs of his thighs were flush against his mahogany office desk as he leaned back on it, body turned away from you as he concentrated on the energy that was quite literally pulsating as it hovered above the palm of his gloved hand.
The very object that casted such a rich and ethereal golden glow inside the darkened room, painting shadows and lights upon his already sculpted face as if oil on pristine canvas. It was a collection of the palettes that defined Liyue- the dawnbreaks mirrored by cor lapis that littered the ground and the sunsets and high noons radiated by the cryptic shrines and towers that stood as mighty pillars and age-old sentries over the entire island.
On his hand, and with eyes that glimmered with utmost concentration, Zhongli holds a manifesting geoculus-
-traces of the geo archon, the memories and legacy of Rex Lapis.
The implication of it all coaxed a sharp breath out of you and it was this that had snapped the man out of his trance-like preoccupation. He turns towards your general vicinity and his amber eyes widens in surprise for a fraction of a second, the entirety of him taking in the appearance of a deer that had just been caught underneath a street light,
"Ah! Traveler, you arrived far sooner than I had expected!" the distinct light rumble of an uncertain laugh colored his words, his elegant brows furrowing ever so slightly at the astounded look that seemed to have taken an enduring residence on your face before a dawning realization occurred to him- the geoculus he held on his hands.
In flagrante delicto.
"Far sooner, indeed." he chuckles, a fond look swimming in his eyes, a look that heated them into molten gold, gold that traveled unto your throat and spread through your chest like rare colored crystalflies, "It seems that the cat is finally out of the bag," he pushes himself off the table after dismissing the completed geoculus with a wave of his hand and takes languid -albeit, almost coy- steps towards you, those amber gems of his relentless on their search for the placement of your emotions regarding the matter at hand, "Tell me, dear traveler, what do you make of it?" his voice was deep, too deep, as if all intentions were drawn from wanting to drown you in every syllable that left his enticingly thin lips.
You gulp, your limbs suddenly at war as to whether it may find solace in seeking purchase on the ground or in running, "Y-you're... You're the geo archon." you stammered as you looked up at the man who now stood but a mere respectable distance in front of you. It was now you who quaked in front of him instead of the ground or a foe as would always whenever he would display his skill in battle or as portrayed in tales whenever a god would make itself known to mortals. Zhongli had no direct hand on your reaction however, it is the least of his intentions as he willed his presence to remain as it had been before- steady and strong, perhaps a bit intimidating but only to those who did wrong and with an enduring grace reminiscent of willow trees.
He hums in thought and bestows upon you a tender shake of the head, "I was meaning to ask about the feasibility of such unorthodox compensation for your troubles," he asks with the faintest hint of qualms.
You stood there in disbelief.
It just occurred to you then that on the course of your little commissions for him, with every flower he asked you to pick from the most perilous peaks there had always been a geoculus time and again- always a mere reach from where you ought to be, always without fail- a piece of his soul, an essence of Liyue, his memories, his very being and he asks you this as if they were worth so little.
You were getting more than you bargained for and here Zhongli was doing as you had done before- not for himself but on your behalf.
"I- your- a geoculus, an oculus, it's a region's very essence, did I get that right?" You ask even though you know that is the gist of it and a nod from Zhongli provides a seal of confirmation. Venti took the time to explain it to you and then some during one of his once-in-a-blue-moon somber days (when he had one too many drinks, and was in an oddly reminiscent mood), "Venti, he also said an oculus is thus a collection of the reigning archon's memories and a part of the whole that makes them. Is that also true?"
Delight brightens up his already pleasant lips, "I see you are well educated, traveler. Perhaps the bard is not as less as his drinking habits tend to make of him."
"Then why must you still ask me if it is worth my troubles? Of course it would be!" you suddenly find yourself indignant much to Zhongli's surprise, "You'd think such a significant part of you is worth so little, you'd have a heartattack once you skirt beyond the high walls blocking your emotional awareness and see just how many people are throwing themselves on your path just for a chance to pick at the crumbs underneath the soles of your boots!"
And then Zhongli's lips part, eyes glittering and pale cheeks paying homage to budding roses and he just stays like that for a couple of seconds and you realize that you may have run your mouth far too much.
You suddenly want to throw yourself off of one of Liyue's many gorges, good luck to anyone who might want to bother with finding your corpse.
Kaeya might just find that oddly amusing, Paimon not much so.
Zhongli clears his throat and holds his hands behind his back, an eyebrow raised in benevolent scrutiny, "Perhaps the bard may have taught you more than I initially expected. That, or you are -quite unexpectedly- a naturally smooth fellow who knows your way with words, traveler."
"Did you just call me a smooth-talker?" you don't know just where exactly this conversation would be leading you both but he's now making his way back to his desk with a sort of almost imperceptible perk on his steps and sway on his hips and you're now certain that you are compensated well above the usual pay grade by this suddenly too evasive, too temptingly slinky geo archon.
"Perhaps," Zhongli chuckles in amusement at your obvious verbal efforts to pin him back, "A flatterer indeed."
So here's a little fanart I did of our broke Geo daddei/archon, Zhongli! Along with a little imagine to spice things up!
I can't emphasize enough the amount of time, energy, positivity and irl mora this event had sucked out of me and I'm still yet to get him. I know my luck sucks at the highest possible level so would y'all be a jolly lot by helping this wee simp out of her depressed gacha dug hell hole and re-blog for a chance to have this penniless connoisseur come home to me pls
I'm desperate, truly.
Art, Imagine © Yours Truly (pls do credit me when you do re-blog or redistribute, otherwise don't bother)
Zhongli, Genshin Impact © miHoYo
#genshin impact zhongli#Zhongli#Rex lapis#Morax#Genshin impact#Mihoyo#Genshin impact fanart#Zhongli fanart#digital illustration#digital art#Genshin impact imagine#zhongli+x+reader#Zhongli genshin impact imagine#Zhongli x reader
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All deltarune reactions and spoilers for chapter 2 under the cut! After I post this if I have any extra reactions they will be tagged deltarune and deltarune spoilers, so feel free to block those tags!
Ok so 1 fuck toby fox where the FUCK IS THE HEART also I swear someone called that the knife was gonna be used for pie eating. Also how did I not sleep in MORE from that, I should have gone into a food coma
Hiiii susieeee nice to see you!! Wanna go exploring again?!
JDHHDHSD JESUS CHRIST DONT JUMP SCARE ME LIKE THAT I'm glad I can see your eyes still, that's a good thing to keep.
FUCKIN WAIT UP AHHH
it's gonna open to nothing isn't it. We wait what, a year? For just a cliffhanger? That'd be hilarious
HOLY SHIT LYNXGRIFFIN CALLED NOELLE JOINING US THE FUCKING READ OF A LIFETIME
.. ok both of these answers suck. Do I go with be gay do crime or do I go with the love triangle answer. Also damnit no noelle joining us.
SHE LOVES YOU YOU STUPID BUTCH DINOSAUR
Goddamnit.
Ok VERY COOL TRANSITION SCENE.
RALSEI!!
God the pixel art is very well done. Good animations.
"enemies you spare will be recruited to our town" god could you imagine if deltarune ended up being a town building game? Funniest shit.
GOD WHAT IF IT TURNED INTO LIKE POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEONS?? ID FLIP SHIT DBDGGD
Very cute rooms
Aw we gotta leave? Sadge
Fiiine school project time.
OH SHIT LYNXGRIFFIN CALLED THE DARKROOMS BEING ALL OVER TOWN!! GODDAMN!!
WAIT DID NOELLE GO DOWN THERE?! OH NO
Oooh gween!!
NOELLE!!
Ohhh what the FUCK is that bullshit Nuh uh I'm not being no puppet what the fuucck
Oh thank god you're here ralsei
...are all of the dances based off of charlie brown? Cause I recognize ralsei's, but can't figure out the rest
Mk so in the second part of the story we fight across a long area where we are taunted by our enemy only for the platform we're on to run out of room and dump us in the trash. Again, Undertale parallels here. Wheres mad dummy
Oh Susie is REAL touch starved huh
Oh ffs I wanted Susie time.
Oh fuck yeah Noelle team time- ah. You're really gay huh.
I'm at the meetup scene and GOD I'm glad that alphys and Undyne got most of the pining done off-screen fhdhhdhdh JUST KISS ALREADY DAMNCCHN
Oh good job not getting caught ralsei
Oh dear he's not liking the digital dark world huh.
SUSIE DONT EGG THE FUCKER ON WE'RE GONNA BE HERE FOREVER IF HE DOES THE PUZZLES
YOOO FUR BOY WITH THE FULL SUIT LETS GOO we're ignoring birdboy YOOOO RALSEI POP OFFFF
Mmmh I hate birdboy. Also rip lancer.
Hm... Yeah aight Noelle I get your crush, Susie has the buff rescuer aesthetic.
Oooh shit the dream lie backfired hdhdhdh
AWW NOELLE NO SHE WUVS YOU
Oh that's fucking soft. You gave her a fucking pencil and she just said "aight yeah she's safe"
JDHDGDH THE BACKFIRE OF A FUCKING LIFETIME. God imagine if the screen had been bigger, and Susie looked over, saw the ferris wheel, and just knocked Noelle out so she didn't have to deal with that.
Jdhdh
Awkward fucking teens
AWW NOELLE!!! THAT'S SO SWEEEET!!!
Aight imma need a poster of these two to go next to my alphyne one.
AWW WAGGING TAIL? FUCK THATS CUTE
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Aight I'm killing bird bitch. Gonna have fucking turducken.
'oh the good part of the dream is over' AYYYY
Oh please don't try to confess bird bitch... Please..
Oh thats even funnier. Jdhdhdhd THEYRE LESBIANS HAROLD
YEAH CHOKE HIS BITCH ASS OUT HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! DELETE HIM!!
Rip ralsei.
Aight I think this is the final fight so I stocked up on cd bytes.
..oh what the fuck did she do to Noelle.
GET HER ASS SUSIE!!!
...?
Ah. Yeah that... That would be an issue huh.
Hey I noticed the robot but you are a narcissistic bitch I assumed it was a giant statue
I've learned from Steven universe that non-human lesbians can always save the world. Let's do this.
Oh god what are these dumbasses doing. This better be fucking sick.
Oh that is just a clusterfuck huh. I'm glad they didn't try to make it look cohesive it's just a fucking mess I love it.
Wait holy shit she's mettaton mixed with white diamond what the shit?m
WAIT SHES REALLY WHITE DIAMOND WITH THE MIND CONTROL AND EVERYTHING
Ok I'm loving the old super punch out style of fighting it's really fun but I also suck at it.
8-bits fuck off
oh please dont--THANK YOU RALSEI
Ooh it's so important it gets a Capital Letter
HOLY SHIT THE EYE PATTERNS FROM CHAP 1. also I get the moral lesson you gotta balance fiction and reality
I swear to god if Susie kisses her cause Noelle will think it's fake when she wakes up I'm gonna throw hands.
Thank GOD.
Mk fountain time.
HEY SUSIE WHAT THE FUCK DONT SLAP ME
Hm. I like how it encourages you to go to your town, it give it a nice calm wind-down from the adventure.
JFHSHDHD SUSIE YOU EAT CHALK WHAT DO YOU THINK SHES TALKING ABOUT YOU HOOLIGAN??
..why is Susie looking up?
...that is just unessecary. Ow. Out the window, really!
JFHSHDHD MOM SWORE
... why did nobody check on kris for that time? That's just sad
I can't really enjoy chilling with Susie, I just feel sad that nobody checked up on kris.
Aaand she's out.
And then I had that thought, that only blackout drunks and Kris can have. "did... Did I do that?"
OH AGAIN? REALLY??
Oh that's really not good. Uh. Uh oh. That's a Problem. I'm sudden-NO!! FUCK OFF FLOWEY YOU BETTER STAY BACK IN UNDERTALE YOU FUCKER!!!!
ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.
..was that speech I heard at the end of the credits song?
WAIT SEVEN CHAPTERS I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE ONLY 5?? ooh we getting dlc after the 3-5 pack drops
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