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Lost and found | Alex Blake X F!Reader
Summary: You and Alex are in love with each other but Alex is convinced you love Emily. After a little mishap, you take Alex home where fluff ensues.
Word count: 1,210
A/N: I've been in such a writing slump lately so please excuse me if my writing is a tad off. Apologies for how short it is too.
Dark eyes watched you over the rim of a glass. The liquid sloshing dangerously close to the edge as Alex swirled the burnt umber liquid around her glass. You were across the bar, celebrating Emily’s short return with the rest of the team. Unlike the rest of the team, though, you were bent over the pool table with Emily behind you, guiding your hands as you played against the others.
Alex couldn’t stand looking at you for any moment longer. Not when you were looking at Emily the way she looked at you. With a defeated sigh, she rose from where she sat, as steady as the sun rose in the morning and set in the afternoon. Risking one last glance at you, the unconscious pull towards you ever present, her heart sank to the depths of her stomach as she realised you were no longer there.
Nor was Emily.
The urge to flee the bar and protect herself from further heartbreak, no longer able to endure watching you with Emily, became too persistent to ignore. She went to grab her coat off the stool beside her, huffing out an irritated sigh as it jumped away from her and onto the floor.
You approached her crouched form. Emily had finally approached the woman she had been eyeing all night, and you had found that you missed Alex’s presence far too much; despite her only being away from you for half an hour.
“Need a hand?”
She jumped, hitting her head on the stool, as your voice pierced through her quiet struggle. She let out a pained whimper, so muffled that it wouldn’t have been audible unless you were focussed entirely on her. And you were.
“Oh my god, Alex! I’m so sorry. I never meant to startle you.” You apologised, reaching over to place your hands over her own that cradled the back of her head.
You removed her hands, checking over her for any visible injuries before rubbing soothing circles into the area she bumped. She looked up at you then, umber eyes wide and doe-like, like a vulnerable animal caught in a trap.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, uh, fine.”
You could feel a bump forming on her head from where it hit the stool. She watched your eyes fill with concern over her wellbeing and she couldn’t stop her eyes from glossing over. Her head was killing her and you, the cause of her misfortune in the first place, were here with her. You had left Emily and sought her out.
Her heart warmed at your nurturing gestures. A fine blush spread from her cheeks to her ears; a mix of embarrassment and awe for you swirling into a furious red. Too busy with checking her over and pulling her out of the bar, you hadn't noticed Alex’s meek disposition or the subtle blush she was so desperately trying to hide away.
You felt awfully guilty. The woman you were besotted with had come to harm due to you. Logically, you knew that it was a mistake, easily done, but you wanted to rectify it as soon as possible. So Alex was getting dragged along to your house whilst you thought of a suitable way to take care of her. Alex followed your lead happily. Who was she to deny you and your wishes? She just wanted to be with you. In whatever way you would allow her to be.
Alex was curled up on the couch, sprawled out like a tired feline at the end of the day. You had given her a bag of peas covered in a tea towel to soothe the bump on her head. Her hot chocolate was visibly steaming, the marshmallows melted into a pillowy layer on top of the saccharine drink. Yet, despite everything, Alex seemed to be in her own little world. Unresponsive to everything around her. Including you.
Her favourite film was droning on quietly in the background as you quickly washed the dishes. You had an awful habit of letting them pile up and found that washing them right away decreased the chances of that happening. With a soft sigh, you finished up the dishes and dried your hands.
Alex hadn’t noticed you approach until you gently coaxed her mug out of her hand before sitting down next to her. You nestled yourself under the blankets, huddling yourself close to Alex and basking in her warmth. Leaning against her, you looked up at her through your lashes before asking her what was plaguing her mind.
“You and Emily seemed to be having fun today.”
“Yeah? She was helping me beat Morgan and Reid. Although we still lost…” you grumbled off slightly at the end.
Alex looked at you then. Watching you carefully. Calculating your every move while mulling over what you had said. A slight frown marred her features, unnoticeable to most, but you knew Alex and you knew her tells.
“What made you come find me?” The question had been itching her since you found her at the bar. Why had you left Emily to find her? After all, you both looked rather… cosy in the position you were in.
“I wanted to see you.”
You sounded so sincere, so genuine, that she wished she believed you.
“Why? Was Emily not good enough company?”
“What are you trying to say? For a linguist you aren’t very good at communicating, Alex.” You pulled away from her, clutching the blanket closer to your chest as you studied her face.
“When did you and Emily start dating?” She asked, picking her nails absentmindedly, waiting for your response.
“You- you think I’m dating Emily?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Alex, if you think I’m dating Emily then we haven't been doing what I thought we were doing.” You huffed in annoyance. How could a profiler be so intelligent yet so stupid at the same time.
“Look at me.” You commanded. She needed to see you, really see you, in order for this to play out right. “The only woman I am interested in is sitting on my couch right now.”
She blinked at you. Once. Twice. Before her eyes widened in relaxation. Her mouth opened slightly and the delicate blush she tried to hide earlier was back. How could she be so foolish? Insinuating that you were in love with someone else when all of your free time was spent with her.
“Oh.” Her shame alongside the revelation of your feelings knocked the linguist speechless.
“For such an educated woman, you sure are foolish.”
“Hey!” She whined, smacking you on the arm as soon as she recovered from the initial shock.
You reached over and grasped her face between your palms. Your fingers smoothed over her cheekbones as you stared adoringly at her. Alex was kicking herself for not noticing your infatuation earlier for you looked at her as if she hung the moon and the stars.
“You mean everything to me. Without you I wouldn’t be whole. You complete me. You’re the sun to my moon, my other half. And I wouldn't have anybody else other than you.” You professed with such earnestness that Alex couldn’t help but tear up.
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
And kiss her you did.
A/NII: I hope this is alright. All of my free time has been spent watch Rizzoli and Isles, doing college work and knitting 😅 so writing has been at the very back of my mind.
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made them all sluts sorry
#bbc ghosts#bbc ghosts spoilers#kinda?#at this point weve all seen hot captain right?#i showed my MOM hot captain#but yeah i just thought…. let them all remove a layer#lol sorry
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Needs Must — Rhysand x Reader
While I put the finishing touches to the next part of Bluebird, enjoy this Rhys x Reader that I got a sudden burst of inspiration to finish this morning!
Summary: War changes everything, and the human-fae war changed the trajectory of your life completely — most pointedly decimating the relations between you and those closest to you. It’s been a long while since you’ve seen your brother, Cassian, and your friends. But that’s all about to change.
Warnings: Suggestions of solicitation/sex work/brothels. Nothing else, really!
Word Count: 1.5k
Enjoy! 💕
It’s all pointless, you think — the red velvet drapes, the burning candles, the sandalwood-scented smoke that clouds the air and creates a thick layer of fog that hovers just above the shag carpet. Pointless, because no amount of pretty décor will change Salt’s Pleasure Hall from the vacuous and miserable place it is.
Not miserable for you, no. There is no misery in the hefty sum of gold you’ll take home on a night. You are a master of pretty smiles and hooded gazes and saying all the right things that desperate, lonely males wish to hear. There is so much coin to be had in feigning interest and attraction. Bringing their fantasy to life for a night. There is talent in making them feel as though you’ve bared yourself to them, without having removed a single item of clothing.
And to think you once begged your older brother to train you, make you like him. Turn me into a weapon like you are, Cassian. We cannot change what filth sired us. But we can stamp it out from our blood and be better, be more.
And oh, he’d trained you, alright. Turned you into a weapon. Into something he was so fucking proud of. You knew the pride it had once brought him to strut around Illyrian lands with you at his side, clad in leathers just as he was, armed to the teeth just as he was. His way of showing off that he had done something good, something useful.
Oh, how things have changed. How the mighty have fallen.
For all you are confident, comfortable, used to the job you have now worked for some time, you are nervous tonight.
Tonight is different. Tonight is territory that has so far been untouched. Tonight, this room of velvet and silk and sensuality is your domain.
The Juniper Suite is part of the most expensive package that Salt’s Pleasure Hall has to offer. The package is similar to your usual night’s work in that you will smile prettily and pour drinks and ply whichever lonely male arrives with mindless conversation.
The difference is that in Juniper, those things lead to sex. And this is the first time since becoming one of Salt’s girls that you’re crossing that boundary.
So, yeah, you’re a little bit nervous. But — needs must, and all that.
With a soft sigh and butterflies dancing around in your belly, you slowly pace the circumference of the room, stopping every now and then to study the weird little trinkets that Salt has picked up over the years. A strange mishmash of things that you suppose he thinks creates a certain ambience. But tiny metal lions and old, fraying maps will be the furthest thing from your client’s thoughts when the two of you sink into the feathered sheets.
They will be here any minute, and for the first time since you started your work here, you allow yourself to wonder what they might be like. You never usually bother, because the other girls warned you on day one what to expect — that this place attracts a certain clientele, and that never wavers.
So, your guest will likely be far older than you. He will likely have dark smudges beneath his eyes and the weight of the world on his shoulders. There will likely be the faint mark of a removed wedding band on his left ring finger. He will likely want to talk to you about why he is a victim of life itself.
And you will coo sympathetically and pour him drinks, drag your hand down his arm and hold his hand. You will let him know how sorry you feel that life is so cruel to him. You will offer him the bliss of touch and feel, and make him think, for a short while, that you genuinely care about his shortcomings.
And then when he hands you the heavy pouch of coins you so desperately covet, you’ll switch it all off.
You swallow down another sigh and cross the room to the small, compact bar in the corner. You need a stiff drink yourself, something to settle your nerves—
But a knock lands on the door, and there’s no time.
For a split second, you doubt whether you can go through with this. Playing hostess for a few hours is one thing, but giving your body to a client is something you’ve never had the courage to do, despite the extra coin it would bring. But — needs must. You repeat it to yourself as you stride to the door. Needs must, needs must, needs must. You can do this.
You brace yourself, feeling suddenly too hot and sticky in the scant clothing that covers you — a pink lingerie set, barely covered by the sheer robe that sits open and threatens to slip down your arms. You are beautiful — and strong and sexy and confident. This is your body to do with whatever you want. And if this is the course you are taking, that is fine. This will be fine.
You lay your palm on the handle and yank the door open before you have to give yourself another pep talk.
But at the sight of who stands on the other side, you freeze. Your lips part in surprise.
A pep talk is not what you need — but rather a huge hole to open in the floor and swallow you down.
“What the fuck?”
It takes you a moment to realise that you’ve uttered those three words at the exact same moment your client did — Rhysand did.
He’s just like when you last saw him, but…older, now. Even though you were adults back then, too, he seems…more mature, somehow. He’s regal and stunning and night itself.
And fuck, he’s High Lord of the Night Court now.
And yet he’s ruffled, as he takes you in, gapes at you. Neither of you know what to do.
His eyes dip down to what you’re wearing, before travelling back up to your face. And he blurts, “Pixie?”
Pixie. You haven’t heard that name in years. The fond nickname that both Rhys and Azriel had coined for you, because you were so much like Cassian and yet so much smaller, a little pixie buzzing around.
But you are not her anymore. You haven’t been her since before the human-fae war. You had changed, just like the others had changed.
And the new you doesn’t need to explain to an old friend what has brought you to a pleasure hall in Sangravah. Nor does that old friend need to explain what’s brought him here, either. You owe him nothing. He owes you nothing.
But the situation is so bizarre that your mind freezes. You don’t know what to do. All you know is that you do not want to be in front of him, almost naked. You do not want to look him in the eye. The mere thought is humiliating.
So you move fast and try to slam the door shut in his face. You don’t care what kind of reprimand Salt will give you because of it.
But, of course, he is Rhysand, and may you never forget that. He’s quick as lightning, something about him always having been wildly feline. He always bested you when you sparred, always had the upper hand.
He has the upper hand now as he wedges his foot in the door and stops it from closing.
You grit your teeth, feeling just like when you used to bicker with him in Illyria as you bite out, “Move your fucking foot.”
“No,” Rhys snaps, shoving it in further. “Open the fucking—” he growls as he shoulders himself forward. “Pixie.”
“Don’t call me that. Go away—”
You’re not exactly sure what happens next. Either he loses his footing, or you do, or perhaps you both do. All you know is that the door is swinging fully open, and your balance is suddenly off, and Rhysand’s hand is gripping onto you as you fall backwards. Your attempts to right yourself are far too late and seem to make it worse. Down you go to that musty shag carpet, and down Rhysand goes with you,
Air whooshes from your lungs as he lands on top of you, far too close than is comfortable when you’re wearing so little clothing. You attempt to sit up, shove him off you.
But he holds you firm and stares at you with wide eyes. His face is inches from yours. He gives what seems to be a baffled shake of his head.
“Pix, what the fuck?” he blurts.
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𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
steddie x fem!reader fic
✧ warnings: smutty smut smut (p in v, threesome, somnophillia, dacraphillia, oral (f recieving) don't like it, don't read it. language as well, an overall 18+
✧ author's note: ACK THIS THOUGHT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE.
(not edited and no grammatical checks)
If there was one thing that Eddie and Steve liked most about you, it was how effortlessly beautiful you were. You could be wearing anything, from a pretty dress they had bought you to just a pair of their boxers and a Corroded Coffin t-shirt. Which is what you were in when they found you.
It wasn't uncommon for you to pass out before either of them got home. Steve took the late shift at the Family Video and Eddie was off at rehearsal, which left you to your own devices.
They both stood in the bedroom doorway, creeping in as to not make any noise to wake you up. They stalked towards you like wolves, eyes never leaving your body. One of your legs was swept over the duvet, giving an angelic display of your leg all the way up to the cleft of your ass.
"How long do you think we kept her waiting, Eds?" Steve's question was quiet as he asked it, Eddie almost didn't hear it.
"Too long," he muttered back, daring to put his ring-covered finger on your thigh.
The chill of the metal on your warm skin caused you to mumble something in your sleep before adjusting the pillow beneath you.
Both of them froze, Steve giving Eddie a scornful look for almost waking you up.
"Remember what our princess told us? Her little fantasy?" Steve qued, reffering to a conversation you had had with them recently.
"What's going on, sweetness, you have to tell us or we can't help you," Eddie coaxed.
They had just been so busy lately, and you were so needy, desperate to be touched. By any means necessary.
"I want you to use me. And I guess... I don't mind if you did it if I was awake or not."
Sure, it was a bizzare request. They had made sure you were absolutely okay with it before even considering it. And what better night to test it out when you gave them the perfect opportunity?
Eddie swallowed. Hard.
"Yeah, yeah I remember."
Steve was the one to lightly pull the covers away from your body, leaving your body uncovered. 1 layer down. Another to go.
They began to position you, Eddie on the bed next to you, letting your body relax into his, while Steve was working to miticulously remove a pair of his missing boxers. He reveled in the fact that you stole his clothes, he always thought you looked better in them than he ever could.
As the boxers were slid down your legs, Eddie began to smooth your hair down, his best attempt at keeping you asleep.
Steve edged your thighs apart. Weaving his arms around your thighs to keep them in place, his lips eagarly getting closer and closer to your mound. His mouth salivated, he's been waiting to taste you for a while. He swore he would put his all into it.
Opening his mouth, he sucked right onto your pussy, swirling his tongue playfully as he closed his eyes, savoring the taste. His skilled tongued skated across your soft petals.
Meanwhile, Eddie watched in awe as you began to make small pleasured sounds in your sleep, heavy sighs and little moans that shot straight to his cock. You buried your face into his chest further.
You squirmed, your body responding to the touch, but your brain still deep in the throws of sleep. Steve kept you steady, while Eddie was placing small gentle kisses on your head.
Steve was beginning to get excited, bringing a thumb to rub on your clit as his mouth moved lower, his tongue invading your cunt. Steve liked to do this messy, your wetness mixed with is spit covering both your pussy and his mouth.
He began to feel your cunt constrict around his tongue, a sign you were getting close, and Steve quickly doubled down on your pleasure.
Eddie leaned down to your ear, kissing it gently before whispering "You in there, sweetheart? I think Steve wants you to cum. Go on baby, cum for Stevie."
Even in your sleep, you were eager to please, and seemingly on command, you began to shake as you came, a strangled whimper leaving your lips.
As Steve helped you ride out your orgasm, your eyes began to flutter open tiredly, you found yourself panting.
"Hey, baby, there she is," Eddie greeted you as you tried to wake up, but you were half asleep and babbling.
"Eddie? Stevie?" your voice was quiet and crackling, your morning voice didn't do you justice.
"That's right baby, we're here. Such a good girl, even in your sleep," Steve spoke from between your thighs.
You let your head fall back to it's previous position, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.
"Aw, I think our little bug is still tired," Eddie teased, "It's alright honey, go back to sleep, we'll take good care of you."
With all the trust you could muster, you let your eyelids fall feeling your body being lifted and flipped around as they moved you where they wanted you.
Your sleepy face was pressed into the fabric of the sheets, your ass positioned up in the air. Steve replaced Eddie next to you. Steve let his had slip under your band shirt, his large hands cupping your breasts, taking your nipple between his fingers every once and a while to watch your squirm.
Eddie grabbed on to your hips, keeping them up as he moved himself behind you, his clothes long gone in a blur of his lust. He took the head of his cock, rubbing it against your soaked folds, still glistening from Steve's mouth.
Achingly slow, he began to push himself inside of you, Steve cooing and whispering words of praise to you.
"So good baby, you can take it. Take Eddie's cock like a champ and I'll make sure I make my turn worth your while," Steve encouraged.
"Please, this is worth her while," Eddie sneered before setting a slow pace.
Eddie's cock dug deep into your pussy, hitting all the right spots as you moaned tiredly, spurring him on to go faster.
"Shit, baby, just like that, seeing you like this is gonna make me -- oh fuck -- gonna make me cum," he praised, pounding harder into your cunt.
Now you were fully awake, muffling your noises with the sheets. Steve made a face before grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head up.
"Nuh uh, baby, we wanna hear you. Now that you're awake, we wanna know how good we make you feel," his dark eyes pierced into yours and he leaned in, giving you a nasty kiss before pulling away.
You whined out for more.
Thrusting your hips back to meet Eddie's raised a smirk from to two of them, "Fuck, just like that, you know what to do, make yourself feel good on my cock, that's it sleepy girl."
Before Eddie knew it, he felt his balls twitch and tighten, he was close.
"A few more then I'll fill you up and let Steve has his go," Eddie informed, panting and lustful, "Don't stop honey. Keep talking dirty to her Steve, I wanna feel her tighten on my cock."
Who was he to say no?
"You heard Eddie, baby, come on. He wants to fill you up nice and full. Don't you wanna be stuffed, princess?" all you could do was nod your head dumbly, "Yeah, I know you do. Make Eddie cum and I promise I'll make sure you do the same."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Eddie grunted, slowing his movements down and warmth bloomed in your stomach as you felt him fill you nice and full.
Steve held you close as he began to feel your flesh tremble under his hands. He was in no rush to get behind you, knowing he had to keep you close to the edge to get you to cum.
Eddie moved quickly without a word, switching spots with his counterpart. Taking his job seriously (and very much so still pussy drunk), Eddie was resting kisses on your head, thanking and praising over and over.
"You took me so well, sweetheart, just perfect. You ready for Stevie's cock, baby? You ready to cum?"
You couldn't fall back asleep now? How could you miss anything he had to tell you. You would listen to every word he spoke for the rest of time if it was how he always spoke.
So sweet. So gentle.
You nodded your head the best you could, can it only came across of a futile bobble of the head. You could feel the heat practically radiating from the man behind you as he came closer and closer, lining himself up to your sopping cunt.
"Stevie!" you cried, but it only came as a muffled yelp as he dove inside of you, your head dropping down to the covers you loved so much.
"Oooh, fuck--" Steve cursed.
He could stay just like this, his knees on the bed and his cock shoved into your wet welcoming folds, tightened around him, warming his cock. But he promised an orgasm.
And Steve was a man of his word.
He quickly caught up to Eddie's previous vigor, your wails and cries of ecstasy being coddled by the men around you, swearing that this was a gift. That you were a gift.
"Stevie!" you cried out, reaching a hand back to wrap around his for purchase as he pummelled into you.
Your tight slick did it's best to hang onto him tightly as you tightened around him, your orgasm approaching with wave-like intensity. His cock opened you up and explored inside you, warm and gummy walls welcoming him.
"Ooh, I feel it sweet girl, you getting close? You gonna come soon?" the man behind you taunted.
You were too tired to come up with some witty comeback, instead being met with Eddie's begging lips. Plush and soft, they rutted against your own, slipping his tongue lewdly in your mouth as you released garbled noises of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's right, pretty girl, Stevie asked you a question," Eddie mumbles past your lips, and you whine.
"Yes! Please, Stevie I wanna come, make me cum!"
His wish was your command, his hand reaching down to your soft clit, his thumb drawing wild circles as he did his best to speed up. Eddie continued to overflow your senses with a hand gently on your throat and peppering your neck, face and upper body in savoring kisses.
"C-Cumming!" was all you could manage before you plummeted off the edge, your ears ringing as your body tensed in climax, hands grabbing the linens for dear life as you moaned.
"Fuck, fuck, so tight-- fuck!" Steve cursed before letting his seed bloom inside you just has Eddie's had, thick cum seeping out of where the two of you met, dripping down your thighs as they moved.
Steve begins to come to a stop when your body goes lax, your ass still in the air but your upper body completely loose. His hands hold your hips up as he slowly pulls out.
More spend drips from your abused pussy, Steve scooping it up with two fingers, running them up your thigh to catch all that had fallen.
When Eddie looked back to you, your face was scrunched against the mattress, eyes closed and emitting soft snores.
"Hey, hey, hey. Almost done baby, just one more thing," Steve tries to wake you up gently, letting you roll over to your side.
You made what sounded like a noise of protest, but Eddie beat you to it, taking his hand and pressing your cheeks to your teeth, your jaw popping open as he allowed Steve to shove his fingers in your mouth.
"Suck," he leans over and grunts in your ear, and you complied the best you could, sloppily sucking his digits covered in cum.
"Look at her. Absolutely fucking perfect," Eddie marvels, slipping into bed behind her, Steve positioning her to rest on his chest, satiated with his hand as you finally let yourself fall asleep.
"Think she'll think it was a dream?" Eddie's eyes meet Steve's and he chuckles.
"I think after that performance, our girl is going to be dreaming a lot more."
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Oops...
[Josh Futturman x Female Reader]
POV: You and Josh are bffs, but a seemingly normal visit to his house takes an unexpected turn...
Warnings: Masturbation, pnv, mommy kink (????), idk just like pure smut (plus Josh being a needy, whimpering bottom 😜) ((sorry guys I had writers block so this is like the worst thing I’ve ever written))
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You and Josh have been friends for years. Your houses are next door to each other so you hang out every day. One of you will walk over to the others house after school and spend the rest of the evening there. Even on weekends you'd hang out all day. So your decision to walk over this one Saturday wasn't out of the ordinary.
You show up to his house and let yourself in with the copy of his key that he gave you. You call out his name, only he doesn't respond. He was supposed to be home alone all day. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise coming from his room.
He must be playing a video game or something. You whisper to yourself, walking towards his bedroom
As you lean into his room you see that his eyes are closed. His hand is moving fast, his pants are at his ankles.
“Fuck... y/n-” He moaned.
You froze. Was he thinking about... you????
Holy fuck. Shit... SHIT!
You start to back out of the doorway and try not to make any noise, but end up bumping into the door. He looks up at you in shock.
“Y/n… Jesus… I thought you had plans today what are you doing here… God damn… Did you have to barge in here like this?” Josh grumbles, covering himself.
"Well... I had my key copy and I just thought I'd come say hi. I'm so sorry I-"
"Let me know next time don't just-"
Just say it just say it just say it
"Do you want me to help you? You know... finish?"
Josh’s jaw dropped. “You… Are you for real?”
You had been friends for so long, but there had always been something there. Some kind of unspoken tension pulling you together.
"Yeah... if you want"
He swallowed his pride. “I mean… yeah- yes, please.”
You walk over to him pulling off your jeans and leaving them on the floor, your shirt is next. You straddle him on his chair and he quickly removes your bra, massaging your bare breasts. He kisses your chest and neck. He keeps looking up into your eyes, like he's pleading without saying a word.
The only thing separating your heat from him is the thin layer of your underwear. You grind on his lap, making him moan.
"Please... fuck. Just let me... inside," he whimpers.
"Ok, ok."
You take off your underwear throwing them on the floor and slowly lower yourself down onto his throbbing cock. You both moan as he sinks into you. He begins to thrust into you helplessly, hitting your g-spot with ease. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you ride him. It doesn't take long before he's a whimpering mess underneath you.
"Fuck... mommy. Please-"
Woah. You had been called mommy before a few times but this was different. Hearing him say it so helplessly felt different. It felt great. HE felt great. Who would have thought Josh of all people would make you feel so good?
"You're doing so good, baby, keep going. Almost there."
He pushes into you with ease, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle. His big dick pushing up into your cervix as he grabs your waist to keep you steady.
He whimpers and moans, so close to finishing. All it takes a few more sloppy thrusts to put you both over the edge. You clench around him and he twitches inside of you. His cum spilling out of you as you ride out your climaxes.
Breathlessly, Josh says, "Shit... well that was unexpected. I guess now we have to have a whole 'what are we' talk and try not to ruin our friendship and stuff so you know, thanks for that."
You smirk at him. "Oops"
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Empty words.
This has been in my drafts for a bit but it's rotting my brain. I’m sad so I’m making everyone else sad.
Fluff with a sad end. I’m not that good at writing angst.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Insinuated character death?
ALWAYS (Sequal)
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It was no secret that Bucky had the heart eyes for the little nurse who had just transferred. The way her bright eyes were permanently blown wide giving her that scared little doe look or the way she still looked adorable covered in someone's blood, he couldn’t decide what had made him fall into the jaws of love.
Or maybe it was that time she’d saved his ass, yeah, it was probably that.
Bucky had been out on the frontline when a single wrong move had cost him, a bullet lodged itself straight in the shoulder, only a centimetre from his beating heart. For 3 days he’d been out due to an infection racking his body, punishment for not seeking adequate treatment once it had occurred but when he awoke with a startle and his eyes laid on her soft-looking features he decided that maybe almost dying was worth it.
What he didn’t expect was for his pretty little nurse to be so damn stubborn when it came to his advances.
For the entire time he was in the infirmary he’d tried to wow her with that silver tongue of his, from promises to take her dancing to much more sinful ones— he’d tried it all and she still said no. This would be harder than what he thought.
After having to be practically kicked out of his infirmary bed she’d started receiving small gifts. A single rose appeared first and she’d inhaled its soft scent with a smile before placing it down to complete her paperwork.
A small collection of ration chocolate was next, a sweet gesture that she’d gladly gulped down late at night while reading her favourite novel.
Her favourite though had to be a beautiful handwritten note, the contents filled with words that no other man could ever think of much less write it down. His words were poet-like, she could feel herself begin to swoon.
Eventually, the anonymous sender had bucked up the confidence to deliver his letters by hand, who would’ve guessed it would’ve been the smart-mouthed Sargent? They’d finished that night on the grassy hills of the base, a flask of malt between them, his thick coat around her body while she rested her head softly against his shoulder.
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The next time they’d found time to meet it was hot, far too hot. The men had stripped down, their military coats strewn about the camp and their shirts unbuttoned. Not Sargent Barnes though. He had a date and he intended to look the part.
What a horrible mistake that was.
She’d gotten away early from her duties at the infirmary. They walked along the beach, the sun high in the sky, it was killing him but he’d be dammed if he let her see.
When she turned from her conversation to look at him, a giggle bubbled from her throat.
“Buck you’re sweating, take off that coat.” The collar and back of it were a deep brown from his sweat.
“Ah ah, I gotta look good for my lady” he retorted, truthfully, he was exhausted under those layers and she refused to let him get sunstroke because he was trying to impress her.
Her fingers made quick work of the gold embellished buttons, popping them one by one before setting her sights on the belt. He couldn’t help but grin.
“You know if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask Sweetheart” he teased letting his thumb and forefinger pinch her chin- she returned his affection with a sweaty hand to his face, pushing it away softly.
He’d placed his coat on the sand and guided her to sit, following suit just after. They spoke for a while before Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, she was squinting in the sun and he didn’t like when she was uncomfortable in any way.
“Here” he mumbled removing his hat and placing it gently atop her head. Although he’d acted nonchalant about the whole gesture, he couldn’t bear to hide the true effect it had on him.
He’d leaned forward slowly, placing a large hand around the back of her neck and swallowing her words in a soft kiss. Their first ever one together.
“Makes me happy when you wear my clothes” his voice hummed against her lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah? Why is that?” She’d asked with a shy giggle.
“Yeah… it lets me know that you are mine” he replied, sealing their mouths together again, this one full of raw passion and love.
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The barracks celebrations were in full swing, the reason long forgotten about after a few wines. Bucky had come from nowhere, his big stumbling body now stood in front of her and her friends.
“Hey, sweetheart!” He slurred, his body moving extremely quick for his drunken state, swiping her up from her chair and into a tight embrace. The kind that got tighter the more she struggled.
“Are you having a nice night Buck?” Her hands thread through his short fluffy hair, absentmindedly scratching at his scalp.
“Mhmmm” he hummed, a big jolly smile decorating his handsome features.
“Ladies” he turned his attention to the immaculately dressed women, bowing his head slightly in an expression of greeting.
Where had his hat gone? She found herself wondering.
“Do you mind if I steal this beautiful little lady from you? Just for a dance” he didn’t wait for their response, whisking her away.
There was already a handsome crowd of men dancing to the sweet romantic tunes on the radio with their ladies. They fit in perfectly— Bucky’s inebriation never seemed to affect the precise steps of his feet.
She could just about make out the words falling rhythmically from his lips. He was singing.
Bucky lay his forehead on hers, his feet not faltering, even after the song had long finished he never stopped swaying them.
“You..” his voice was slightly rasped from the whiskey “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” he eventually whispered.
“Bucky-I”
“Shhhh shhh sh. My girl.” He cut her off, grabbing at her wrists to wrap her arms around his neck. To bring her closer.
“Come on Buck, let’s get you to bed” her words cut the quiet air between them. She had to pry herself from him, his face had melted into a pout. It was as though she was looking at a kicked puppy.
His face didn’t change the whole journey back to his tent.
Most of the men had passed out from their drunkenness but the men who were huddled together playing cards happily pointed her in the direction of the Sargent’s cot.
Making quick work of his clothes, much to Bucky’s drunken amusement. She’d pushed him to lie down and rolled his thin cover over his frame.
She pecked at his forehead, whispering a goodnight before standing to leave.
“Stay…” his hand has caught her wrist. His voice sounded small, almost broken. ‘Was he upset? Was it about his mission tomorrow?’
“I don’t want to go tomorrow, I finally have someone to look forward to. I don’t want to lose you” he sniffed, watching as her frame sank to sit on the edge of his cot.
She smiled sympathetically. Letting her hand come up to his cheek and smooth over the skin, collecting a stray tear on its travels.
“I know baby, but It’s your last mission. Then you can take me back to Brooklyn” she’d answered. She wished to continue, she wanted to say more, to comfort him more— no words would come out.
“I fucking love you” he groaned receiving a soft pat on the chest as she pretended to be angry at him.
“Hey now potty mouth, that is no way to talk in front of a lady” he practically hollered with laughter at that, the sound filled with amusement and disbelief.
“There is no woman in the world that would’ve done the things you’ve done to me and still think she was a lady” he joked, the men behind them laughing along with him.
“Sargent James Barnes” her tone accusing but she couldn’t hide the way her lips curled into a smile.
They’d sat in each other’s presence for a while before she stood, finally convinced he’d fallen asleep.
“Baby?” He asked, the words quiet, whistling the air.
“Yeah?”
“When I get you back to Brooklyn, I’m going to marry you so quick”. She could feel tears springing to her eyes at his confession, a confession she hoped would come true.
She leaned forward quickly, capturing his lips by surprise in a passionate kiss. His lips moved sloppier than usual but he kept up with her.
Pulling away gently she looked into his big blue eyes, no other emotion but love swirled through them. She pecked his lips for a final time before speaking.
“Come back to me James”.
“Always”.
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She’d been sitting at her desk when Steve had entered, a solemn look on his face.
“Steve, hey. Everything alright?” She’d asked with a smile. She took notice of the coat and hat in his hands, her heart fell first, it knew before the rest of her did, he didn’t have to speak.
“I’m sorry” Steve choked, setting down the items in his hand and turning to leave.
His hat, his coat but not him.
Not Bucky.
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I’m trying to practice writing angst but it’s so harddd.
Why oh why must I want to write sadness when all I can write is smut.
Hope you enjoy.
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DUDE THE DARK JOHNNY FICS ARE KILLING ME you ate them up please write more pookie!! It can be any concept but if you can’t think of one I was thinking, Johnny went to go shoot a film and just wanted you sitting at home being pretty, until you decided to pack everything that was yours and leave like entirely(let’s say to a different state or smth) clothes,shoes,bags, everything gone and he goes bonkers trying to find you or whatever LOVE YOU POOKS😘😘😘😘
OOOOHHHHHHH LOVE U MORE POOKIE BEAR
dark star!johnny cage > i'll find you
you hit your limit with johnny and abandoned the life he trapped you in. to say he isn't happy is a major understatement.
warnings: yandere johnny boy, abusive relationship
notes: i love how collectively mentally ill we are, love you babes
part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 5* / part 6*
*parts are one-shots, this is not a consistent series.
masterlist <3
• things were going okay, so johnny thought. gifts were pouring in, the media seemed happy, and you were quiet. quiet was good to johnny. it meant you ran out of energy to protest. what he didn't realize, though, was that you were quiet to avoid raising suspicion.
• "i'm locking the doors, baby, so no parties for you," johnny would tease often about you running away or hosting parties while he was gone, but regardless he always remote locked the doors when you were left on your own. to him, you were like a puppy that was raring to leave at the crack of an open door. "they've got me filming a night scene and i told them i'd rather kill myself than film in a fake night studio, so we're gonna be out late. remember the rules?"
• johnny had rules with you, to make sure you stayed in line. you nodded and recited them. no leaving without permission, call before bed, and to not cover the security cameras. johnny nodded with approval, kissed your cheek, and was gone with a quick "good girl. love you."
• your smile faded away when the door shut. you instantly sprinted into the master bedroom, locking yourself in the joint bathroom. it was the only place without cameras.
• he had a habit of searching through your personal spaces and devices. however, one of the places he didn't check was your sink cabinet. he found feminine products gross. remember when i said he was immature? yeah. this was the best time to take advantage of that.
• behind the wall of pads and tampons was a large duffel bag cramped between the sink pipes. in it was all of your necessities and then some you purchased with his credit card. you'd sneak them into the bag using one of the designer purses he once gave you after cheating on you.
• after removing it from the cabinet, you set it atop the toilet and squeezed in one last shower. lord knows when the next one you'll have will be, or if hotel bathrooms are as luxurious as the mansion. perhaps it'd be the one thing you'd miss truly.
• when you get changed, you put on three layers of clothes and stuff the rest in the empty gaps in the bag. the expensive clothes and absurdly elegant jewelry stays behind. nobody needs that to be happy. freedom would make you happy.
•you had been periodically depositing money from johnny's account into your own secret checking account, one you opened without his approval. he needed to monitor your purchases, so he instead just gave you a credit card in his name. over the last year you'd move small quantities over until you had enough to run away and sustain yourself. sure, it was stealing. but is a multi-millionaire going to miss a few thousand?
• when you were sure everything was packed and ready, you squeezed yourself through the small window in the bathroom and took off as quickly as you could, careful to stay in the blind spots of the cameras you'd studied prior. you then climbed onto a long distance bus, showing the ticket you purchased weeks in advance, and you were off.
• it didn't feel real at first. you watched malibu fade from the bus window, glancing around at the ordinary people sitting alongside you. you were so disheveled and definitely not dolled up, people probably wouldn't recognize you. you purchased the first ticket available, one that was taking you to arkansas. hundreds of miles away, and loads of people to blend in with. nobody would think to find you there, since it had nothing awaiting you. you managed to stabilize yourself and recollect your plan you meticulously planned in your head while the hills rolled with you.
• after a couple hours of shooting, johnny sat in his little diva throne and opened his phone to his surveillance app. tapping through his home, panic set in when you didn't appear on a single camera. maybe you were in the bathroom, he thought. after waiting, you never emerged. the house was empty.
• one new voicemail.
• "hey-y-y," johnny's nervous, gritted laughter played through your phone. "i'm not seeing you on the cameras. call me."
• one new voicemail.
• "seriously, woman. where are you? this isn't funny."
• one new voicemail.
• "i'm coming home. you're making me leave work early. i'm gonna call the fucking cops. you think you're so smart? you've got two hours to come home, and if not, i'll find you, whether you like it or not."
• you snapped your phone in half, discarding it at the bus's front trash can.
• johnny arrives home, slamming doors open and turning every piece of furniture around. chairs fly across the room, your once neatly organized closet is torn to shreds. he finds your belongings short of his usual counting and puts it together. you ran away, you—
• johnny sinks to the ground, gripping his hair so tight he's nearly pulling chunks out. he's laughing so hard from mania that drool is rocketing from his mouth with the Textbook Crazy Eyes.
• he texts and texts, probably well over a couple hundred times. the messages remained undelivered, yet he kept barraging the deactivated number in hopes that the next message would come through. surely he couldn't get the police involved. "hey guys, my girlfriend ran away from me because i controlled her entire life!" yeah. that'd end in handcuffs.
• so instead, he lies. it's his specialty. he dials 911, and channels the mania into a false desperation. he sobs into the phone, claiming that you're extremely mentally unwell and must be returned to him ASAP.
• johnny spends the next week posting your face everywhere on social media. you and him become, yet again, the talk of the country, but for once it seems like a genuine concern. with the way he painted things, you were insane and in danger if you were away from him, and you needed him to protect you. johnny painted himself as the savior, making charity campaigns to raise money for search parties. his home is full of gifts in your honor.
• he'd drink and smoke, something he didn't usually do, just to relieve this insane stress. he felt like his other half became untethered, like his entire world was falling apart. as much as he controlled you, he really did love you in his own fucked up way. he needed you, more than you needed him. you were the one person that would agree with him no matter the situation. he loved how you made him feel.
• meanwhile, you're basking in the sun by the hotel pool as you browse nearby apartments. it felt foreign to make your own decisions, and you had zero concern over whether or not the place would be up to his par. it was up to you now, and you loved it.
• you just had to hope that johnny wouldn't find you himself. lord knows what he'd do to you.
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TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.
TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.
TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.
NO BECAUSE YOU GET IT.
they hate you sooooo bad, mostly because they've worked their ass off to be where they are and you're just some shiny new playtoy the academy wants to show off. the smile you show everyone, you think you're better than everyone, than them, just because you're the lead? when they get the role as your love interest and you look at them with your big hopeful eyes they curl their lip at you, and the chill you get from that look of disgust is enough to make you swallow. you're almost afraid to work with them, certain they'll drop you on purpose, there's no way you'll be okay with the way they always glare at you, make sarcastic digs at you, brush off your attempts at small talk, treat you like a nuisance.
by the time they get behind you, hands hovering above your waist, waiting for the music, you're almost shaking with nerves. "dont drop me," you hiss at them, needing to say it before you go crazy with paranoia.
you feel the cinnamon scent of the gum they always chew hit your nose as they huff behind you, cool air against your neck raising goosebumps. "dont tempt me, freshie." is all they say, and that's- not reassuring at all. and that stupid fucking nickname, always reminding you of your place below them.
before you can call it off, ask for a break maybe, the music starts and your body snaps to attention on auto pilot, at the same time jordans hands fall on your waist - and you nearly gasp - their palms are warm. hot. you thought they'd be cold. you have barely enough time to let that sink in before the moves of the dance take over you both, and you're left breathless by the way jordan handles you with such care and sensuality. the role calls for passion - two lovers wrapped up in eachother. frenzied w their hunger and - you can feel that in jordans grip. in the way they hold and lift you and bring your body flush with theirs. even their eyes are different now. darker, molten pools of brown as they press your lower bodies together. you're utterly captivated and shocked to feel warmth pooling between your thighs. it burns your face up because the spandex of your ballet costume does nothing to conceal the patch of wet jordan can probably feel growing on their thigh, pressed between your legs as they hold the final pose.
when the song ends, jordans eyes meet yours, and their lips curl into that degrading smirk you're so used to seeing - they jostle their knee against your cunt, just once. "take care of that, yeah? i dont need you dripping down my leg like a fucking faucet every day just because you're a cockhungry slut."
they let go of you like you're nothing. already stalking away. you're left feeling flushed and humiliated. still throbbing between your thighs. wondering how jordan can switch passion on and off so easily.
jordan isn't any better though, the second they're in the lockroom showers. sliding a hand down to grip their stiff and aching dick. pumping it hard and angry as they think of you on your knees, your sweet little eyes looking up at them like they're a god - they wonder if you're a virgin and hiss, squeezing their tip as they think about breaking you in and they groan as they paint the shower wall white with cum. panting as they brace themselves and think. fuck.
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Love Game
[A/N: A lovely reader requested the Commander in handcuffs and, well… creative liberties were taken 😈]
🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤
Request: Steve McGarrett x female reader (bondage, implied edging)
“I’ve missed this so much,” you moan into your boyfriend’s mouth, the two of you blindly making your way upstairs to your bedroom and leaving a trail of clothes behind you. When you hear Steve bump into the wooden bedframe, you give him a shove so he falls onto the mattress and you’re left standing before him. His eyes flash a shade darker at your show of dominance, and he raises himself up on his elbows with one eyebrow cocked to ask, “Somebody’s feeling a little feisty, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” you respond with a grin, crawling up the bed until you can comfortably straddle his lap. Steve lets out a soft grunt when you start grinding on him, his hands automatically settling on your waist to guide your movements. The growing wet patch on his underwear from your slick taunts you both with how close he is to being inside you, a single layer of cotton keeping his cock from sliding home.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he breathes out, eyes fluttering shut when you scrape your teeth along his stubbled jaw while continuing to grind on him. You guide his hands overhead under the guise of intertwining your fingers for better leverage, distract him with an intentional swivel of your hips, then slip your hand under your pillow to find Steve’s favorite jewelry that usually decorates your wrists in bed.
Steve’s hips still and his eyes fly open when the cool metal of the handcuffs touches his skin, and he tugs at the confines to find them already cinched, the chain rattling against the headboard with every pull. You sit back to admire the pretty picture and he lets out a growl before demanding, “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Rather than answering his question, you pose one of your own while brushing your fingers over the bruise on his cheek, then the jagged cut knitting together on his chest. “What do I say to you every morning before you go to work?” He winces slightly at the contact but his hardened gaze remains locked on you. “Steve?” you prompt, growing impatient.
“Be smart, be careful, and don’t hurt what’s mine,” he grumbles quietly, now understanding what this is all about.
“Hm,” you muse with a hum, tilting your head back and forth. “No, yeah, I think that’s fairly intuitive.”
“Y/N-”
“Quiet,” you cut him off, leveling him with a glare while moving to sit on your haunches between his open legs. “Since you like to gamble with something that’s precious to me,” you explain while letting one manicured nail trace a circuitous path over his throat, between his pecs, around each nipple, down his torso, and along the tantalizing patch of hair disappearing beneath his boxer briefs, “I thought it would be fun to gamble with something that’s precious to you.” You squeeze the prominent bulge between his legs begging for attention, and Steve lets out a startled gasp, his body jerking upwards into your touch and the handcuffs rattling against wood. The sound alone has you squirming, equally desperate for release but determined to see this through.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” you announce happily while your hands work to remove the last article of clothing keeping you from admiring your boyfriend’s naked body. Unable to resist, you lick a stripe along the length of his cock and he moans pitifully, yanking at the cuffs once more with a quiet, “Baby, please, please just let me make it up to you.”
“Why, Commander,” you mock, delighted, “resorted to begging already? That’s just sad.”
“If I didn’t have these goddamn cuffs on,” he growls out, “I’d be fucking you stupid into the mattress right about now.”
“Tempting,” you hum, dancing your fingertips along the delicious v-line of his hips. “Now, where was I?”
“Being a brat?”
“Duh,” you respond with a roll of your eyes. Metal rattles against wood, and you know Steve is just itching to slap the attitude out of you. You wonder for a moment if he could actually break the slats of the headboard, but push the thought aside and press on. “Anyway,” you sing out, brushing your palm over the head of his cock and giggling when his hips reflexively jerk up against your touch, “here’s what’s gonna happen.” Leaning over to the bedside table, you pull a deck of cards out from the drawer and Steve raises one eyebrow in question.
With a dramatic clearing of your throat, you announce, “I took out all the face cards so we’re just working with aces through tens.” You settle back on his lap, letting out a soft moan at how hot and hard he feels sliding between your folds, and Steve groans, “Baby.” Ignoring his cries, you start shuffling the cards while explaining, “Clubs, you get this. Diamonds, I’ll let you fuck my mouth-” He whimpers, his cock twitching against you, and you glance up at him with a smirk before continuing. “Spades, tits. And hearts, well… I think you can figure that one out,” you say with a suggestive bounce on his lap.
“What’s the catch?” he asks, voice rough with arousal.
“I’m so glad you asked, baby,” you simper. “You only get to cum if I pull an ace.”
“Fuck.”
“And here’s the best part,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He can feel your lips quirk up into a smirk and braces himself for what you’re about to say next, body tensing up beneath yours. “I only left one ace in the deck.”
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Hanging Fire: Part 2.
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| Hesh X Female! Reader X Keegan | Smut (MDNI) | CW: Oral Sex, DP, General Smut |
The second installment of this too long piece of pure smut. God, the last time I wrote something this long it was... like...back in 2020 or something? Idk. So yeah, Hesh, Keegan, and you are still stuck in the outpost shack and now things are getting heated up, but far from over. This hot piece of porn garbage is spilling over into a part 3. I'll upload it all together in one piece on my AO3 though once I'm done.
Authors note: I didn't really proof read this and again, so sorry it's turning out so long. Request tags for @soapsgf @mudisgranapat
< Hanging Fire: Part 1 Hanging Fire: Part 3 >
You exhaled a breath you were unaware you were even holding. Though your logic told you this was an awful idea, your desires were screaming at you. You liked these two men, A LOT, and here they are agreeing to sex. How could you not pass this up?
“Fine, okay then,” you speak. A slight smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as even you yourself can't believe what your saying.
As soon as you agreed, Hesh wasted no time and moved in to give you one of the deepest kisses you’ve ever had in your life. As soon as his lips touched yours, all doubt about this idea being horrible vanished in an instant. Replacing it was total desire and that deep need for physical touch. God, how long had it been since you were kissed, let alone got a good one at that? How long had it been since you were even touched? It didn’t matter anymore. All that was about to change in a matter of seconds. Hesh’s lips were so soft, and his kiss was reminiscent of a wildfire- ravaging, strong, and all consuming. Who would have thought that this man you’ve seen shoot and stab others could be capable of such passion and desire?
Perhaps sex & death really did go together.
Hesh too was feeling the intensity build. He himself had gone so long without physicality from another woman for what felt like a lifetime. His body had known no comfort since before ODIN struck and ever since then, his hand and imagination were his only consistent companions.
“Oh god…need to reign it in…don’t want to cum from just a kiss…” he thought to himself. Breaking the kiss off, he pulled back to look at you, noting your now flushed pallor. He too was blushed and he hadn’t even removed a single layer of clothing yet. Caressing your cheek, he meets your gaze.
“Goddam, what a great kiss,” he pants as he looks at you. Hesh really wants more. His body is screaming bloody murder at him for more. He can’t ignore what has been so longed for, not while he has already tasted your lips...and oh, how they were just divine!
“Fuck it,” he leans in and begins kissing you furiously, as if the survival of you three depended on it. As his tongue forces its way into your mouth, he’s violently ripping off his plate carrier, shirt , and anything else that gets in the way of his chest pressing against your bare breasts. You yourself begin doing the same, urged on by his own blazing passions. The cry of your flesh for his is too strong and your clothing seems likes such a hindrance. You didn’t care that you haphazardly tossed them to the dirty floor covered in god-knows-what. You didn’t care that neither of you had showered for days and were grimy and sweaty. None of that mattered. All that did matter was that primordial need to be fulfilled. That itch of mother nature to be scratched…and oh, was it going to get scratched by the two men who got your pulse racing and your clit twitching. You could feel it burning deep between your legs as that familiar flood of heat and slickness makes itself apparent to you.
While you and Hesh were becoming a flurry of hands, skin, and lips, Keegan, ever so silently, observed. He too was feeling that blaze of need and passion ignited by you and Hesh. He shifted his stance as his cock began to stiffen at the sights and sounds coming from your mouths and bodies. It was only when Hesh nipped at your neck causing you to moan significantly, that any fragment of control Keegan had left, shattered like a crystal wine glass. He began to remove his tactical vest and shirt, tossing them aside too, not caring about where they landed. All he could care about was needing you, needing to feel the heat of your breath, the touch of your skin, your very taste. Moving over to where Hesh and you were, Keegan now joined the maelstrom of unbridled desire and lust.
Sitting on the dingy cot, Keegan pulled you onto his lap while Hesh fell to his knees before you. His fingers frantically worked the belt, button, and zipper of your pants, yanking them off, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.
"Hold her legs open for me man," Hesh whispered.
Keegan nodded and slid his bare hands between your thighs, forcing them open to reveal your aching pussy.
"God...you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he groans as he moves forward, gingerly touching your soft folds. His fingers carefully explored and brushed up against your swollen clit causing you to whimper. Keegan and Hesh both took note of that, and Hesh decided to up the lust ante further. Dragging his tongue along your slick slit, you seized up on Keegan’s lap, gripping his thighs tightly as the shock of ecstasy washed over every fiber of your being. Hesh wasted no time getting what he’s been wanting. The heat of his breath on you causes you to gasp as another jolt of much needed pleasure surges through your body. Keegan can't help but look down, watching his younger team member in action. In doing so, he feels his cock harden further and begin to weep with his own need causing a deep moan to escape his throat. He isn’t going to be able to just sit with you on his lap much longer.
"How's she?" he asks, drawing in a deep breath.
"Like heaven man, like heaven."
Hesh keeps lapping at your aching cunt, burying his face in your core. His tongue teased your wanting entrance, and he took your swelling clit between his lips to suck lightly. As his mouth was busy, Hesh began to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. His own cock began to strain against the fabric seeking much needed freedom and attention. As he shuffled his pants down a bit, Hesh pulled his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily. He groaned as he kept pleasing your sensitive bit, sucking on it only to release it with an audible 'pop'. Relentlessly, he took it back into his mouth and continued, determined to amplify the whimpers that were already escaping you.
“So good…so damn good,” Hesh muttered as he was face deep in your slickness, too concentrated on savoring you.
"You like when he does that to you, sweetheart? You like how he makes your pussy feel?" Keegan's voice was low and dripping with raw unfiltered lust. Up until now, he had been silent, but that was now gradually changing as he began to speak more and more. He turned his head to whisper in your ear.
"We can both make you feel that good. I know you've thought of us and what it would be like."
His words sent a shiver down your spine and a flood of fantasies in your mind. As Keegan kept voicing his desires, Hesh flicked his hazel eyes up at you from between your thighs, his tongue painting strokes along your folds. Pulling away with a thread of saliva and your wetness stringing between you & his mouth, he stands up and leans forward, towering over you.
"I never knew you tasted that great," he purrs right before he kisses you once again. Keegan's hands snake forward and seek out your slick and swollen pussy, rubbing you & slipping two fingers inside drawing a more impassioned moan from you.
"Damn kid," he chuckles "you got her good and ready."
Hesh looks down at Keegan's fingers sliding in and out.
"Wanna trade places?"
"Oh, fuck yeah!"
Keegan eases you off his lap as Hesh now takes his place. You can feel his stiff cock pressing against you as he begins to grind it against your backside. Keegan, now between your legs wasted no time on picking up where Hesh left off. He spreads you open, raises his mask, and begins to lick at your wetness and sensitive little clit. All the while soft moans escape his throat with every rock of his head and flick of his tongue. For Keegan, it had been way longer than Hesh when it came to entertaining the lusts for the female form. He was definitely not squandering this opportunity in the slightest.
"Oh baby, you like how the Sergeant does that? Is he making you feel nice and good?" Hesh teases as he keeps grinding his hardness against your backside. His hands reach up to start caressing your bare breasts.
"You wanna know how often I fantasized about these tits of yours. What it would be like to hold them...," he squeezes lightly.
“To pinch them…,” he whispers as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
“To suck on them,” he breaths into your ear.
Your entire body feels like its about to be overloaded just from Hesh’s words, not to mention the way Keegan is on his knees servicing your needy, swollen pussy. You can’t even muster the strength to speak properly even. All you can do is whimper and moan and gasp and sigh… and hope that these two men don’t stop for even a mere second.
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silver stars (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)
requested by anon: Gwen Stacy x fem!reader where the reader is just obsessed with Gwen’s eyebrow piercing??
info: established relationship, fluff, physical affection
a/n: we all just need a little more Gwen fluff in our lives, don't you think
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"I think if you stare just a little longer, I might actually notice."
"Huh? Oh!"
Gwen's sarcasm cut through your zoned out stare. She tapped her fingertips along with the beat of the song you shared in your ears.
A smirk settled on her lips when she realized you were staring. Heat flushed into your cheeks at being caught.
"What am I supposed to do? Not stare at you?" you retorted eventually, letting your arm fall over her shoulders as you sat on her bed. She shrugged you off playfully and turned to face you.
"That's what's considered socially acceptable, yeah," she teased. You rolled your eyes.
"I'm not exactly sure that we're in a social situation right now," you huffed. You directed your attention elsewhere, opting to bask in the comfort of your girlfriend's room. Band posters littered the walls, and the hardwood floor was swept clean of dust and debris. Even though you couldn't see it, you knew her suit was hidden somewhere safe.
"Hey, I mean, if you like it so much...you can pick another piece out for me to wear," she offered. She brushed the longer side of her hair behind her ear instinctively. She'd never allowed someone to pick something out for her. Gwen always went her own way; at least, until you.
"Wait, for real? Show me."
She leaped up gracefully from her bed and glided towards her dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and gently lifted a box full of accessories. You watched with curious eyes as she popped the locks open and revealed a two layer stack of jewelry.
"Wow," you remarked, thoroughly impressed. You wondered how much money she'd spent on all of it.
You scanned the collection, full of silvers and chocolate golds. Gwen's finger pointed to a particular chunk of the layout. It was seemingly dedicated to eyebrow piercing attachments.
"Take your pick," she chirped before sitting down at her desk, flipping the switch to a light-up mirror. You watched as she ran her hand along her shaved half, then tousled the rest of her locks. You let out a small hum of adoration when she slicked it all back with her digits.
You paid attention to the decision at hand. You loved how silver looked on Gwen's cool-toned skin; it matched perfectly with her sky blue eyes. You flipped through the rows of attachments until a pair caught your eye. They were polished silver stars that glinted in the sunlight pouring through Gwen's window. You carefully extracted them and latched the box's locks closed.
You walked over to Gwen and she beckoned for you to sit in her lap. Your heart raced as you lowered yourself onto her strong thighs, holding out the attachments in your hand.
"I, uh, thought these fit you pretty well," you explained as she brought your hand closer to inspect the stars. She looked up with her adorable gapped smile and nodded.
"I forgot I had these, honestly. They're damn cute, though."
She laid back in the chair and held your hips with her hands. Your pulse pounded as you carefully removed the metal balls intricately twisted onto her piercing. You slid the stars onto the curved barbell, pressing them firmly in place. They perfectly complimented her fun and confident personality.
"Et voila," you beamed dramatically as Gwen swiveled in her seat to check herself out in the mirror. She leaned over your body and titled her head to side, favoring her right eyebrow.
"Huh," she remarked. "This is great! I can't believe I haven't worn these before."
"You look fantastic," you agreed, staring at yourself sitting on her lap in the mirror. She squeezed you in her warm arms gently as she met your eyes in the mirror. She turned to see you right in front of her and craned her neck to press a kiss to your forehead.
"Thanks, (Y/N)."
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Count Briar | Yandere Yuri Briar
“Hi, there! You must be Yor’s baby brother! She’s told me all about you, come on in!”
Being greeted by an unfamiliar person in the home he both cursed and loved as the house of his sister wasn’t something Yuri Briar was prepared for. He had a clear goal this time around. Tutor Loid’s spawn, bug the rooms, and see if there is any evidence of Loid’s trickery.
“Well don’t just stand there silly! Anya, why don’t you bring your uncle in while I finish this cake!”
“Okay!”
He needed to focus! Analyze this new enemy and try to find flaws! But it was so hard when you so eagerly fed him delicious cake. Not to mention you were smiling so sweetly at him. No he had to make sure you weren’t a spy! Begin the interrogation!
“So what made you worthy enough to be in my sister’s home?”
“Well it's kind of in my title silly! I’m Anya and Bond’s nanny!”
You giggled setting aside a cake for yourself, Anya, and Bond. Yuri kept his eyes on your every move, just waiting for you to slip up. Not because he couldn’t stop looking at you. Nope! Definitely because your smile was too bright and that must have been a devious tactic from an enemy like you.
“(Y/n)-sama! Let us begin our mission!”
“Yes, Anya-sama it is time!”
“W-what?!”
With a flap of the cape she was wearing, Anya was revealed to wear layers of clothes of various unmatching patterns. Bond too was wearing a hat that resembled one of a cowboy and a cape that he was currently trying to eat. He turned to you for some semblance of an understanding only to find that you were in an elaborate costume yourself with something akin to a masquerade mask. On guard, he stood up until you so easily pushed at his chest with gloved hands as you chuckled. It wasn’t because the soft push at his chest rendered him an overheating mess…definitely not.
“I thought Yor would have told you! We’re trying something new to encourage Anya to study. Now you're the count I have to seduce to get codes from!”
“W-what?!”
“Here Unkie takes this, those are the codes they have to get! But you can’t give it right away!”
He stood up again. He was putting his foot down and stopping whatever effect you were having on him.
“No! I’m not doing this! I told Yor I’d–”
He stopped at the unsettling silence in the room. Anya’s face was slowly contorting and you had removed your mask to look worriedly at her before flicking your hypnotizing eyes back at his. It was too much with you looking directly into his eyes with that pouty look on your face felt like a direct attack. Heart pumping as he watched your puffy delectable lips turn into a pout and your eyes droop. This pressure! There was only one way he could evade this and the unshed tears welling in Anya’s eyes spoke of one thing—!
“Fine. But after this we get right to studying.”
Tears gone and your smile returned, everyone continued to prepare for the game that you were all about to play. Sitting back down and wearing the accessory he had been given beforehand. Finishing quickly he watched as you dawned your mask once more retrieving the cut slices as you placed them on the table. Joining him on the couch he watches you clear out your voice before turning and speaking to him in an accent that wasn’t your own.
“Thank you for inviting us Count Briar, me and my associates are so happy we could attend your costume tea-party!”
He stood there holding your gaze before receiving a not-so subtle kick from under the table. Kirking your head in hopes to urge him he realized what exactly you were trying to get from him.
“Uh uh yes I’m so happy you could come uh-”
“The Countess of the Acrobatics.”
“Uh–yeah and you uhm Any–”
“Princess of Peanuts!”
“Yes and Bond-”
“Bodyguard Bond!”
“Right, yes thank you for bringing the cake, then.”
“Of course it's the least we could do. After all you do have those cherry bombs sitting on the Candy Kingdom.”
“Do I–? Augh! Yes! I do!” Receiving another kick, he fixed his response. Realizing how hard this was for him, he tried his hardest. After all, he wouldn't want to let you down. Wait, he meant Yor if she were ever to hear about his lacking acting skills.
He continued to maintain this character, learning through you and Anya’s dialogue that he was a Count looking to force the Candy Kingdom to give all their candy to him with his cherry bombs. Apparently the King you were working for was deathly allergic to cherries and therefore required that you two–their spies get the codes to disarm the bombs.
Even with your previous revelation of your tactic he couldn’t be prepared for your ‘seduction’ in the slightest. Slowly scooting closer to him on the couch was the first step, already bringing a slight blush as he realized what you were doing. It escalated when you let your shoulders touch. You must have been incredibly hot because the moment you touched, he was in desperate need of some cooling off. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave especially since Bond–er Bodyguard Bond was eyeing his slice. In the next part, you offered to feed him the rest of his slice of cake.
“Say, ‘ahh’!”
“A-ah.”
Letting his mouth close around your fork he tried to look away from your eyes once more. Failing miserabley as he not only could see your face clearly but the oddly revealing bits your costume had.
“I got it, (Y/n) now keep distracting him.”
The not so silent whisper allowed him to break away looking at Anya, easily making away with the paper that was in his pocket.
“Uh oh, it looks like you have some cake on your face, Count Briar! I’ll get it for you.”
Were-were you going to kiss him?! So soon?! He wasn’t prepared for this! The only kiss he’s ever received like this is from Yor! Would this be his first kiss?!
“Ah-W-wait-?!”
“Got it.”
With a swipe of your thumb from the corner of his lips the point of contention was gone. All he could do was overheat in embarrassment excitement as he watched you sit back to happily lick the frosting away before pridefully striking a pose.
“Waku waku Count Briar we’ve stolen your codes and therefore our mission is complete.”
“Yayy we did it! Victory hugs!”
Yuri watched bewildered as you did a dance with her; moving Bond in tandem with your movements. Completely oblivious to the crisis he could only recover from as he huffed to get everyone’s attention.
“A-alright now we study.”
“Awww but (Y/n) didn’t even do the kiss!”
Yuri stopped feeling an immense sense of being cheated that he couldn’t quite place. You shrugged as you began to take off Anya and Bond’s costumes.
“Sorry Anya but it's not cool to take your Unkie’s kisses! Now let’s get ready to study!”
Yuri pushed these thoughts away as he focused on coaching Loid’s near illiterate spawn as you did chores around their home. Every now and then he let himself stare because this would most certaintly not be the first time he’d find you. He’d figure out why you made him feel this way.
Just you wait.
Part 2: ?
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shower with gepard <3 — nsfw
hnnng gepard is so fucking soft to any request you have of him. you want him to go out and get you a dessert you’ve been craving all day, late at night? of course he’ll go out just for you!
truly gepard is extremely unaware of his oblivious nature when it comes to certain implications you have. whether it be your tone of voice or even your touches, all he can recognize is that whatever you’re doing to him, his body and mind can’t resist. that’s why when you try to suggest accompanying him in the shower once he returns home from his late-night patrol, he’s almost confused at the request. sure he needs to clean off before he can get in bed with you, but what’s the point in you joining him? you find it both amusing and adorable to see the look of confusion written all over his sweet face. gently explaining that he’ll like it and to just go along with it—promising to help him out with washing his hair and body. gepard practically flushes up at the thought of your pretty fingers running through his scalp or over his body. he’s so embarrassed that he’d let himself just about succumb to those rather dirty thoughts, but shakes it off as you both enter the washroom. as your begin to strip, gepard lets his eyes focus on himself, maybe stealing a glance every so often before he hears a soft laugh come from you.
"you can look at me all you want, you know? don’t be shy."
god it was always your tone that did it for him. he nodded while still somewhat struggling to take off his layers of armor, and you came to the rescue. helping him set down and remove the metal plates. soon enough, you stripped him down to his undergarments and allowed him to finish up while focusing on getting the water hot for the shower. once it was finally to your liking, you stepped in urging gepard to join you and making sure he was letting the soothing water hit him. watching as he pushed back his now-wet hair and sighed in relief. just standing next to him and observing made you suddenly realize just how big gepard was—it was a realization you had often just from being next to him, but now more than ever.
"feels good, yeah? not too hot?"
he shook his head and looked into your loving eyes. you began the regular routine of washing your hair and gepard as well, making sure to focus on scrubbing his scalp. watching his pretty eyes scrunch together at the rather pleasurable feeling and smile in contentment.
then got to the part where you focused on his body. his strong, built arms and chest had to be one of your favorite assets, and gepard had learned this pretty quickly while just how much you’d admire and touch over them. he watched as you spent so much time rubbing the soapy washcloth all over his upper body and couldn’t help but want to return the favor. putting his hand over the one you were using to clean him, he took the cloth from you, saying, "i’ll take it from here." that was all you needed to hear from him to obey his will. feeling his large hand run all over your body, especially focusing on your stomach and breasts. hearing some soft whines from your lips as he focused on different areas of your body with care. you moved closer to him, feeling your body start to ache for more of gepard.
"something wrong, dear? i didn’t mean to-"
he was quickly cut off by your lips sealing against his own, his large hands grabbed your waist as he backed up against one of the walls of the shower. still feeling that warm water hit both of you as you continued to mark one another. backing away, you apologized with lust-filled eyes, saying that you’d been wanting gepard ever since he left for work this morning and just couldn’t resist getting close to him once he returned home. your words cut deep into him, as he practically felt weak in his knees at your confession, knowing you deserved his attention. all of it.
"just relax for me okay?"
"sweetheart i’m—hah—"
his head tipped back at the sudden warmth of your mouth, engulfing his thick tip in just one go. he looked back down at you soon after, brushing the wet strands out of your pretty face so they wouldn’t get in the way and also so he could admire what was his. tangling his hand into your hair as to urge you to continue on with this treat.
"you’re so good—so good f’me."
gepard sang our praise after praise, his voice high pitched and trailing off from his usual demanding and command giving voice. he just couldn’t help but be soft for you—you put him in a bind. it didn’t take much from your sweet mouth licking and sucking over each vein from gepard to finally reach his limit. making you swallow all his sticky cum while you licked him clean. he huffed out a bit, utterly exhausted from that day's work and this treat you've given him so generously.
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Can I request a Garreth Weasley x F!reader with the prompt “can i count your freckles?” Would prefer if the reader was a hufflepuff -🕊️
Lost Count // Garreth Weasley x Reader
Summary: You comfort Garreth when he’s feeling down.
Word Count: 570
Warnings: none just pure fluff and unedited work
Prompt: “Can I count your freckles?”
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You huddled in a booth at the Three Broomsticks, a thick layer of Christmas eve snow covering everything outside. Garreth’s head rested on your lap, his feet stretching over the booth end. He had his eyes closed, he was feeling especially homesick. He hadn’t been able to go home for Christmas break, you and his aunt did your best to keep his mind away from it. You stoked his hair, letting your fingers untangle it. His face looked so peaceful, his features twitching lightly.
You rested your head back, letting your eyes close. You took in the peace and quiet, letting sleep wash over you.
“The two of you best be getting home,” you awoke, Sirona was wiping your table down and removing empty mugs., “I’m closing early for the holiday,” she walked away, leaving you to wake.
“Garreth,” you gently shook him awake, “Garreth it’s time to head back.”
He sat up, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in different directions. He looked to you kindly, offering his hand as he slid out of the booth.
The walk back was unusually silent, his steps swaying with melancholy. You’d never seen Garreth like this, not cracking jokes or causing chaos. One hand in yours and the other in his pocket, you nudged him with your arm.
“Gar?” you were worried about him, “tell me what's wrong?” You stopped walking, pulling him to stand opposite of you. He shook his head, trying to walk away. You didn’t let him, holding his hands tight.
Garreth, please tell me what’s wrong?”
“I just really miss my mom, and I know that's so stupid and you probably think I’m a total mommas boy but-”
“Gar, it’s okay,” you shushed him, his rambling coming to a short stop, “your mom is amazing, I miss her too, and I’ve only met her once,” you caressed his cheek. He hugged you close, providing warmth against the cold night air.
It was still early when you returned to the castle, few kids bustled around the hallways. You led Garreth to the dining hall, then up the stairs to the old Arithamncy classroom. It was old and dusty, creepy if you really thought about it.
“Why’d you bring me here?” Garreth was confused by your choice of hangout.
“So we can be alone,” you sat in the corner, your back in the corner, “lay here,” you insisted. Garreth did so, laying his head on your lap.
“I wish we were in the same house, then we would have a couch,” Garreth smiled up at you.
“Yeah, and a fireplace,” you added to his remarks. The classroom was surprisingly cold, even with your winter robes on. You stared down at Garreth, his eyes looking around at everything. His skin was freckled, hair red, the basic Weasley features.
“How many freckles do you reckon you have?” your eyes darted around his face, trying to gather an estimate, “can I count them?”
Garreth nodded and you began, running your finger over his entire face, his eyes watching your face concentrate.
“So what’s the verdict?” he asked, his hands resting on your leg.
“Um,” you paused, “I uh- I lost count,” in all honesty you had stopped counting, focusing more on relaxing him.
“You’re kidding?” he laughed at you, the first true laugh he’d let out in hours. You shook your head.
“Let me try again,” he nuzzled his head back into your lap playfully, closing his eyes. You began running your finger over his features again, and his breath steadied once again.
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I just have a feeling that Garreth's mother (though we don't know the exact relations) would be so loving and caring!
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Cherry Pops Under The Hood
This piece was my half of an art trade with @ricecreamart back in November 2023, starring her cast of OCs. She also did all the illustrations for this after the fact—if you're as much of a fan of plushie and mechanical stuff as I am (which, if you're one of my followers, there's a good chance), you should have a look at her work!!
The apartment was filled with all its usual signs of activity. The air inside was chilly—this deep into fall, the leaves had long since fallen and winter was beginning to butt in early. Ada hadn’t actually had to run her cooling fans in a long while, since it was cold enough even inside that her processors could be passively cooled, but she set them on low anyway. Her employers, Cherry and Nutmeg, appreciated any little bit of heat they could get, even the paltry amount that her system kicked out when she was just going about her business.
The two of them were seated at the kitchen table, snouts basking in the rising steam above their drinks. Ada relished in the mingling scents of Nutmeg’s tea and Cherry’s hot chocolate, and listened as the two of them bickered and bantered. Also as usual, Cherry was on the back foot in their flirty little playfight. Ada glanced over and saw all the tells that she was gonna be the first to get flustered: her eyes narrowed to help keep her face steady, her stubborn smile as though she was taking all of Nutmeg’s pokes and innuendos in good humor.
She smiled to herself and continued through the room, carrying a fresh load of laundry (and trying her best not to bury her face in the warm, soft fabric, another favorite new sensation of hers). She walked carefully—some component in her leg had failed recently, and the bundle of clothes was obscuring the ground in front of her feet. Though she tried to keep her gait straight, she could hear her own footsteps falling unevenly, heavy under her metal frame in spite of her padded exterior: thump-pmfsshh, thump-pmfsshh, thump-pmfsshh. One of Cherry’s ears flicked toward her and, grateful for the opportunity to retreat from Nutmeg’s teasing, she piped up.
“Hey, are you good, Ada? It sounds like one of your legs is dragging.”
“Yeah, uh…” she mumbled, her brows furrowing. “That’s a bit worse than I thought it was, actually… Here, lemme just set this down.” She dumped the clothes onto a nearby chair and, once again watching her step, ambled over to the table.
“‘ve you been having this problem long?” Cherry asked, resting her arm over the back of her chair to better face the housekeeper.
“You didn’t have to come in if you weren’t feeling well, you know,” Nutmeg added, setting her drink aside.
“Oh, I know, I just,” Ada hemmed, “I already have an appointment with the engineers that built this body for me, and y��know, they’re pretty busy… I figured, as long as I could watch where I was going, it wouldn’t be that much of a problem in the meantime.”
“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Cherry tilted her head. Ada had seen the expression before, on the number of occasions where she’d watched her fixing things up for other people—there was concern layered over it, but her interest was piqued.
“I think it’s a severed cable, the one that leads from my central nervous system to my knee. Or, maybe disconnected. I hope it’s not severed, uh. It could always be replaced, but it’d be much more of a hassle to have the whole cord unfastened and removed, and, y’know, it’s better to just not get damaged in the first place. Uh—”
“Do you want me to take a look at that for you?”
“Um.” Ada hesitated. Her fans, subtly, spun up. She hadn’t been examined by anybody besides the doctors and mechanics that had put her in her new body. For how many times they checked and double-checked her, from tip to tail and from paw to prow, that she’d be used to having someone poking around in her body, but… The last check-up had been months and months ago, before they were confident they could let her live on her own after the transition.
Plus, they were doctors, and it would feel… it would feel very different to have her friend get so close to her. Other than a doctor, it would actually be the first time anyone had gotten so close. But she had spent a good deal of time with Cherry since moving here, and she’d seen firsthand how good she was with her tools… Her fans spun yet faster; it occurred to her that they were becoming audible. Nutmeg’s eyes flicked between the two of them, which Cherry didn’t notice, but made Ada realize how long she’d been trying to think of what to say.
“Sure?” Okay, maybe she should have spent longer thinking about it. Nutmeg’s eyebrow jumped a full inch. “BUT, uh, c-ould we maybe? Do that in private? It feels a little… I don’t know, embarrassing. To have to strip and everything.”
“Oh, well, yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t ask you to get naked in the middle of the living room! C’mon, we can just do it in the den, you already know where my setup is.” She hopped out of her chair and, casually as anything, sauntered over to the den to wait for Ada to strip down to bare metal for her. Ada glanced back at Nutmeg; the wry smile she wore when she’d been pushing Cherry’s buttons was halfway back on her face—or maybe just half-concealed.
“You’ll be in good paws, sweetie,” she assured Ada, doing absolutely nothing to settle her nerves. Her wires. Whatever. “Do you need me to help you walk over there?”
“N-no, that’ll be—I’ll be fine, I just have to be careful. But thank you! Thank you, um,” she stuttered, eventually opting to just follow Cherry after realizing she wasn’t going to get any less awkward under the tanuki’s gaze. When she walked into the den, Cherry glanced over her shoulder.
“Just go ahead and get comfortable up here,” she said, patting a spot on the table. As she went back to rooting through toolboxes, she continued. “You said it was your knee, right? So you shouldn’t actually have to strip down. I promise I’m not gonna, like, look up your skirt.”
“Well, no, but—It’s not the c-clothes I’m worried about—well, I guess I’m worried about the clothes, too, um. Okay, just, you’ll see.” She turned away from Cherry—not that she was even looking. Gosh, why did this worry her so much?—and bent down to reach under her skirt. She fumbled for a moment before her paw found a zipper; she pulled gently, working it around the circumference of her hip joint, and began to roll down the now-freed fabric casing that sat over her metal frame. When it was about halfway down her calf, leaving her thigh and knee bare, she padded over next to Cherry and sat down on the table.
“Alright, are you—oh,” Cherry interrupted herself, finally looking over from her tools and seeing the exposed mechanisms. “Ohhh, I see, okay. My bad,” she apologized, rubbing the back of her neck. “When you said you had to strip, I thought you meant… your clothes. I forgot the fuzzy bits are separate, haha.”
“Oh, t-thats, totally fine,” Ada managed, unable to look Cherry in the eyes.
“I think I just, consider it… like, it’s your face, right? It’s like if you were trying to think of my skin as a separate entity from the rest of me. When I think of ‘Ada’, that’s just, what you look like.” Ada finally turned her head, just about at eye level with Cherry from her seated position. Their eyes lingered on each other for a moment; Cherry’s expression was still somewhat sheepish after the little misunderstanding, and something flickered behind Ada’s eyes that approached doubtfulness. Disbelief. Then a little smile broke on her face, and there was something very soft in them instead, softer even than her plush exterior.
“That… means a lot to hear, actually,” she half-whispered, her eyes drifting downward. “Sometimes I still have to remind myself of it, but you’re right. This is me. It’s just, it’s almost a pleasant surprise every time I re-realize it, y’know? Like it’s too good to be true.”
“Oh, god, do I understand that,” Cherry chuckled, shoulders relaxing in the mercifully-broken tension. But hey,” she said, drawing their eyes back together. “you kinda get used to it after a while. Not in a way where it stops being fun, though!. Like, you still wake up some days, and it’s like it’s Christmas, but it doesn’t shock you like you’d lost track of the date, right? You still get to be you—it’s still awesome every time you remember ‘dude, this is your life now’—but you don’t forget that you’re you in the meantime. Y’know?”
“I can imagine. I get closer every day, I think. Physical… snags, like this one, remind me a lot of how things were before, but… I guess I have you for that now, right?”
“Right!” Cherry slapped a fist down into her open palm. “We’re gonna get you good as new in no time. You ready?”
“I-I think I am! Uh—” she stammered, pressing down her skirt between her legs. “Okay, now I’m ready!” Cherry giggled, then looked at her lap and back up at her.
“...Do your clothes even come off?”
“Sure! If. You take the rest of me off, too.” They stared at each other for another half a breath and cracked up again. That’s bedside fuckin’ manner, babey!! Cherry was doing a kickass job at this robot doctor thing already. She kneeled down, still giggling, to get a closer look at the laggy limb.
“Woooahh,” she mused, face-to-face with Ada’s bare knee. Her eyes were wide and sparkling like the robot had shone a little red laser dot on the floor in front of her. “Oh my god, Ada. I know we were just talking about how cool it is to be you, like, with a capital B and Y, but you really are an amazing piece of work!” She gushed for a minute straight about the suspension, a thick spring coiled around Ada’s stand-in for a tibia and fibula, which Cherry could see extending down the remainder of her leg underneath the metal sheath and the remaining fabric cover; that was to say nothing of the hydraulic struts that extended behind and above her knee, powering her locomotion.
“I kind of don’t want to touch anything there… at least, not if we can help it. I’m not gonna say I couldn’t do it—I’m pretty good, y’know,” she added with a flicked ear and a raised eyebrow. “Buuut, it’d definitely be more complicated to fix than a connection issue would, so let’s look around for that first, right?”
“Sure, sure. It should be higher up in my thigh. Thhhhhhat panel,” she recalled after some deliberation, pointing to a plate of metal on the inside of her leg, “should come off.” Cherry produced a screwdriver from her pool of tools and dutifully levered the compartment open, finding… well, it was much cleaner than she’d expected.
“Huh. I guess I gotta give ‘em points for wire management? I can see a couple other big cables running through here, but they’re all on the other side. This one seems to be the only one that runs to the upper leg. Kinda seems like putting all your eggs in one basket, though… If something happens with this wire, poof! There goes your whole thigh.”
“Just like now,” Ada sighed.
“Why would they do it like that?”
“It’s supposed to be like the femoral artery,” she huffed. “If you ask me, the human body is the last thing to be taking design inspiration from, but the engineers liked how tidy it was, and the doctors thought I was complicated enough as it was. They agreed that mirroring the bigger anatomical landmarks would make it so a non-specialist doctor could at least try to treat me.”
“Who the hell studies medicine and engineering?” Cherry muttered, peering further down into Ada’s chassis. “I can see it all the way to the end, though. Like, with a plug and everything still attached. It must’ve just come loose, so all I gotta do is—”
“NyaaAAAA—” Ada squealed. Her paws flew to her mouth; her fans revved full-force. Cherry’s claw had barely grazed the cable, but it felt like she had just rubbed her paw all the way along the inside of her thigh.
“Ah!! Did that hurt? Are you okay?” She looked up at Ada and saw the flustered expression half-hidden behind her paws. She felt a rush of air from the opening to the inside of Ada’s furry casing and realized that she was burning up. “...Oh.”
“I-I’m. Yeah, f-fine,” the mortified android managed, squeezing her eyes shut. “It was just, um. Sensitive. Sorry.”
“Oh, no, it’s no problem!! I should’ve looked a little bit more before leaping, I guess. I’m just,” she finished, bowing her own head again to hide the blush spreading across her own cheeks, “glad you’re alright. Lemme try it with some pliers instead—I’ll be more gentle this time.” She fished out a needle-nosed pair and, gripping the bundle of wire just beneath the plug, slowly finagled it into the socket.
Cherry instructed Ada to flex her knee; she could, just fine. She asked her to extend it, and she did, no problem! She rolled her ankle around next, even though it wasn’t originally the problem, just to make sure Cherry hadn’t accidentally knocked anything else loose while she was down there. She slowly snapped the panel back into place—this time, Ada had braced herself, and though she couldn’t look Cherry in the eye while she was working down there, she barely made a peep this time. They finally emerged from the den, Cherry holding the door open so Ada could make sure she could get around without difficulty again, and were met with Nutmeg eyeing the two of them over her mug.
“Did something go wrong?” She asked, voice full of exaggerated concern—after all, Ada was walking just fine.
“In my workshop?" Cherry gloated. "C'mon. It was just a loose cable. You’ll make sure not to flex your leg too far in the future, right, Ada?”
“Right!”
“Oh, good!” Nutmeg continued. “So, if you didn’t make a mistake in there, I assume you meant to make her squeak like that?” she asked, taking a slow sip of her tea and staring Cherry dead in the eye.
“Y’know,” she forced out, putting her best poker face back on. “I think I’m gonna take Ada to the park, just to put her through her paces. Doesn’t that sound nice, Ada?”
“Huh? I wasn’t done cleani—”
“Awesome! We’ll be back in a bit, Meg,” she growled, nearly shoving the girl out the door in front of her.
It wasn’t long before Cherry realized that she’d escaped from Nutmeg’s coolheaded quips without thinking to take a sweater—she’d jumped out of the fridge and into the freezer, with the way the weather had been recently. Ada offered to turn her fans up, and Cherry stayed nice and close to her (which was very, very easy, with how soft her exterior was). While the two of them walked laps to keep their servos warm and their blood circulating, they talked about all kinds of things. A simple “you mentioned ‘how things were before’” turned into swapping backstories: how Cherry got into tinkering with machines, how Ada got into a machine.
Of course, they had plenty of common ground, from the realization that things could be different, and the freedom that came with it, to the malaise that it had freed them from. Cherry managed to keep things light; like she’d said earlier, things only went uphill from the start of journies like theirs, and she was rarely without a crack that would break the gloom of a bad memory. It got dark faster than they expected, but it had more to do with how much fun they were having together than the shortening days. When it got too cold for Cherry to stand staying out any longer, the two of them walked back to the front door of her apartment building.
“Y’know,” she said when they arrived, “you didn’t have to walk me all the way home. It’s almost like the end of a date, or something.”
“What, with how much you and Nutmeg flirt while I’m around? It couldn’t be!” She froze; and Cherry felt the air around her begin to thaw. “Wait, could it be? Cherry, was this supposed to be a date??”
“I was just kidding, bestie, you don’t have to go critical on me. Usually, you get up under a girl’s skirt at the end of a date, right?”
“C-c’mon!” she cried, screwing her eyes shut again. “It wasn’t like that!!”
“I know, I know!” Cherry laughed. “Hey, c’mon. I promise it’s not like it’s gonna be weird or anything. Doctor-patient confidentiality, or whatever, right? But hey,” she said more softly, reaching for Ada’s paw. She paused before touching her, waiting for her to nod in confirmation before just going and grabbing things, this time. “We could make it a date, next time! If you want, anyway.”
“U-um. Yeah. Yeah!” There was a growing, fully snow-free circle spreading from Ada’s feet, at this point. “T-that would be, it’d be awesome! I would love that!!”
“Great! You know the door’s always open for you, bestie. See you soon?”
“I’m already scheduled to come over again in a few days!!”
“Sooner? I’m on my way to face the music. I was definitely losing to Nutmeg earlier. If you bail me out before she literally pushes me up against the wall, we can call it even for helping you out today.” Ada’s brow furrowed, a little concerned.
“She’s not… literally pushing you around, right?”
“Oh, no! I’m constantly asking for it. Literally, most of the time. I wouldn’t even complain if she did it tonight, but like… it’s the principle. I gotta save face after getting dressed-down in front of a guess like that, y’know?”
“Well, that makes two of us getting exposed in front of our friends, right? At least you aren’t alone.”
“Ha! Sorry again about that. But hey, maybe we can do that on purpose next time too, right?” She could see Ada freezing up again, and blew her a kiss goodbye to save her the trouble of finding her words again, ducking back inside; she could hear the air whooshing around outside all the way until she got back to the elevator.
plus a little bit of an epilogue for you =^w^=
I hope you enjoyed!! The transgender plushie robot catgirl is very near and dear to my heart. I know, I know, total shock.
If you're interested in more of my writing you can have a look here and here.
And please check Robin out too!! She's crazy talented and is the one who came up with Ada in the first place so
#writeblr#trans#trans author#plush furry#robot girl#robot#plushie#plush#robot furry#anthro cat#cat girl#furry fiction#furry writing#indie author#lesbian#transgender#wlw#objectum#<- its sfw but look. iykyk#my writing#short story#ricecreamart
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y'all seemed to quite like the little crocheted ruthari (TY 💘) so i thought maybe some of you would be interested in a few close-ups 👀
(i added some crocheter rambling so feel free to just click on the photo and swipe to skip all that)
i also throught perhaps @careful-silent-still and @hypherr would like to see them too? 👉👈
so. first up, runaan. he has wire inside so he has some degree of movement, but he's also quite stuffed and the movement is unfortunately limited
i've been crocheting for a year, so the idea of coming up with my own patterns for his clothes was terrifying. therefore, i ended up doing just his boots, pants and the vest (it's hot in the silvergrove this time of the year, he doesn't need the shirt or the coat 😅), plus of course the horn cuffs. all accesories are removable of course. the original idea for the pendant was for it to be just one strand with a loop at the end but it didn't look good at all so i switched to something way simpler and more effective)
i suck at embroidery and i hate it but what can you do 🫠
so i made runaan first and he was going to be a little birthday gift to myself, but ofc it'd be criminal to make only him and the plan has always been to make him a little ethari too. i finished him on the 5th so i guess it all ended up being a gift for him 🤣
once i saw his turnarounds, though, it took me quite some time to hype myself up to actually start making him, because it's so many different clothes with no existing patterns and they're all so detailed (runaan's were too but i had gained some confidence while making him and wanted to work on ethari properly) 😩 still, i somehow did it.
i did change the flap of fabric hanging from his belt as i had no way of making a smooth ombre transition from purple to dark turquoise like he actually has it - so instead of 2 jarring colours, it's 4 jarring colours 😂 and i also didn't do the embroidery on that part and it made me very happy - especially since there was plenty of embroidery i couldn't skip
and just like with runaan, all of his articles of clothing are removable (the flap is sewn onto the belt, and the green patches are sewn onto the boots but other than that, everything is separate)
there is, however, one issue 😅 i think it stems from a couple of choices i made: 1. i used a different, slightly thicker type of yarn for ethari's body than i did for runaan; 2. i used a 3,0 mm hook instead of 2,5 mm; and 3. i messed up the patterns for ethari's limbs (i did them in rounds instead of rows; it was late and i was tired and by the time i realised that, i was on the 3rd one & couldn't be bothered to scrap them all - which i probably should have done XD oh well).
the first 2 choices were deliberate as ethari is canonically a little bit taller than runaan, but umm...
let's just assume elves grow until they're 40 or so, and so after 2 years in the coin, runaan stayed behind 😅
oh, and i also wanted them to be able to hold hands so they have magnets in their hands but in the end, they weren't strong enough to still work through two layers of yarn ☹️ i guess i could still use a little clasp but we'll see about that
so yeah. here they are 😊
P.S. please enjoy runaan at his baby yoda phase:
#tdp#the dragon prince#crochet#runaan#ethari#ruthari#those faces express more than a million words dont they#aaravos was going to be next but absolutely not#it took me about 12 attempts to make those simple horns im never gonna be able to make his#maybe ill try to finish that shadowpaw from way back instead#i hope jonathan and vincent would be proud#especially jonathan#he was so wholesome in that hbmpp episode#i want him to know we all miss him terribly
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