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adoregojo · 2 months

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mikage's 5 steps guide! - nagi.s

i missed writing for nagi... my loverboy.. also this writing style is so fun??? wth??? i need to write like this again. i can barely keep one eye open so if there's any typo, ignore pls pls.

warnings: some cussing ig?

nagi was never that charming.

'charming' couldn't even stand being a word in his dictionary to be honest, nagi truly had zero sense of romance within him. he was an actual brick-walled person when it came to these things, or anything of strong-emotions in particular, there was no thoughts behind those void eyes of his but a circle of: sleep, eat, go to work, eat again, play games, sleep, and repeat.

even back to his high school years, not once he recalls talking to a girl, let alone getting a girlfriend, that was something beyond out of his character. maybe there was a girl that confessed to him, he remembered on valentines day he got a letter saying that he should go to the school's roof. and he ended up leaving the poor girl hanging on the air till the sky was clean orange because he genuinely 'forgot', nagi then earned the title 'heartbreaker' for a year straight, he let it be since it was much of a hassle to keep on correcting them. not like his reputation was any better before.

so you could say that nagi wasn't that much of a company to have around, on the other hand was his friend, reo who was basically the opposite of nagi, if anything he was prince charming himself. those social skills were enough to befriend anyone on sight, he got the looks, money and attention was surrounding him 24/7.

and even if reo gather the earth power to try and motivate nagi would go down hill, every time he tried setting him on a date it's either gonna end up horrible or nagi using the excuse to go to the bathroom and vanish to the nowhere. what an asshole.

at some point, reo accept the fact that maybe he's friend will in fact die alone.

and things switched around when you came to the picture.

first it wasn't that hard to notice you, your desk was glued to him after all. it was weird when you would greet him every morning and wish him a good night when you left, no one ever did that to him before, he tends to ignore and ends up being ignored. it was nice, a little reminder that somone was seeing him, acknowledging him.

slowly, the walls between you two was falling apart with each introduction. when you would pat him from his little naps for lunch time, or when it was leaving time, then he would stare at your back until your figure disappeared with a last wave, staring at the door for a little too long, perhaps wishing for you to walk back in.. who said that?

it was getting worse, or better, not the best at analysing his feelings. but nagi found himself looking out for a glimpse of you around the office, he has no shame to admit that the world suddenly felt gloomy without your presence beside him.

maybe he raised his head a little too fast when you walked in, maybe not. but he mostly did.

then you would ramble about how your shitty neighbour refused to clean after his pets filth and you two had a screaming match for a while before realising you were late. the was the worst way to start a monday morning, so you closed your eyes shut, rubbed your forehead for a peace of mind. then you opened your eyes, a piece of your favourite snaked would magically appear on your table.

for some reason your eyes traveled to the white painted head, he was looking at the other side, avoiding your questionable gaze hoovering over him.

Mondays aren't so bad after all, you thought.

perhaps he did place it there, who knows. —but nagi just really didn't like seeing you glum.

possibly, did he grew fond of you? he doesn't know. all he knew that lunch box you handed him the next day is a blessed gift within his palms. too good for him, you were too good for him.

you were the prove that the sky itself favoured him above anyone.

and when nagi wanted to ask you out, he only had one person to guide him to your heart.

so the very mysterious person behind the scene (reo) had a astounding idea that if someone like nagi; mister, game-addiction-freak. that on every step he'll get points! 100-90 if he did well, 80-70 not bad, 60-40 could've been worse.. 40-20 definitely could've been better... 20-0 yikes....

so with that, nagi was sent on a personal mission to win you over and soothe you with his nonexistent charm.

STEP ONE: be straightforward! it's not good to keep on dancing on someone's mindset with hints, it may cause a lot of confusion feelings and misunderstandings! only ask under a certain circumstances, a suitable place where were you two sit alone so they could have they're attention on you only. SIDE NOTE: try to make a good welcoming conversation to ease up the tension first then ask!

so nagi did just that, maybe a little too well.

he couldn't even eat his own lunch and just kept on rubbing his sweaty hands against each other's, staring back forth —he just noticed how many unfamiliar faces were there? did he really only seeyou?一 he was extra quiet which made you ask him multiple times if he was okay, he would just hum in response. what a smooth talker.

"nagi, you haven't even touched your food. are you actually okay?" you questioned, concerned. after taking a brief sip of your juice, but nagi just shook his head in conform, you raised a brow, a little in disbelief that he would think an obvious lie would go through you just like that. there was something off. the tension upon you two was twisting.

the words were on the tip of his tongue, yet they felt un-removed. all this stressing over four words were a pain, and a heavy burden he needed to reales before he lose his breathing track.

and the moment you took a bite and chewing on it, he just had to drop the bomb carelessly.

"go out with me."

so nagi didn't try and sooth the air, nor start a decent conversation. and when he gathered the earth courage to speak up, it wasn't even a question, that was a whole ass demand.

although, it worked. but it definitely could've gone better than you choking on your own food that you swore you witnessed death himself laughing his ass off at you.

what a great timing.

after you saw the heavens gates open for you and life flashing through your eyes, weirdly enough, you accepted.

huh, maybe he didn't mess up everything like he thought (he in fact did).

20 points!

STEP TWO: dress nice and compliment their outfit! dressing well means that you take the date seriously, complimenting them to foster a better sense of comfort and confidence, and they'll compliment you back! extra points if you made them all blushy and giddy!

nagi really wasn't the best at this.

instead of dressing 'nicely', all he wore was a big white hoodie and pants. didn't put much effort to his hair and just went off. it wasn't his problem that picking an estimated outfit was such a hassle. it's good at least it is something that covers him, right?

it all went downhill when you showed up, listen. he always thought you looked fit and nice in your suit work, and now he definitely wasn't ready to see you in regular, uniform out of work place. you just looked... so good, even great, stunning and beautiful, you name it.

nagi barely breath out a greeting, his eyes too busy scanning you from head to toe over and over, he couldn't take his gaze out of your sight even when you were on your way to the table. and he almost stumbled over twice for that, the first was nearly his face planting on the floor, and the second time he almost knocked out a whole plate of drinks. you just somehow managed to muddle over half of senses with your looks alone, maybe he should've considered writing his last letter.

"nagi.. you're staring too much."

the of yours dragged him out of his thoughts line. he saw as you held a sheepish— extra points?—expression, it was either from his heart-eyes eating you alive, or the date itself was bringing you to the nervous state, or both?

nagi cleared his throat, slightly cringing at himself for staring a little too hard. he was absolutely not doing reo's steps justice.

"sorry. you just, look really pretty." if not the prettiest of all, but again, nagi has eyes for you only to pay a mind to others around him.

your breath halts at that, you don't know what to say for a second, nagi himself was complementing you? and the fact that he said as it was a matter of a fact was such an out character thing. but at the same time a an amiable change. and it was for you only.

"thank you, I appreciate that." you say as you kept on twirling your fingers over your hair, you felt like a lovesick teenager. "I think you look very nice as well." you add, almost like a whisper, he still managed to catch it.

nagi let out a scoff, not even a smile forming on his features for that. "it's just hoodie, really."

"i still like it, it's very like you. I'm happy seeing that you can be yourself around me."

he flinch a bit at that, he really wasn't ready for this- it takes a strong-soulful soldier to handle this. and he really, really wanted to be gods strongest warrior just for you. so he gets a grip on himself and mumble a thanks.

you smile sweetly at that, and nagi may really be not the strongest soldier under your spell.

50 points!

STEP THREE: make a conversation! show interest in their personal life and listen to every ramble they have, try to also throw side comments there and here to support them and blow away any negative feelings of the talk being one-sided. also try and talk about your own life to make it easier for them to talk all night. SIDE NOTE: try and joke around to bloom a friendly tune. extra points if you made them laugh!

third time's a charm, right?

however, since nagi was uncommonly unfond of others babbling. in fact he found it annoying and it was hard keeping his eyes evenly open. but then when it comes to you, he found your feathery tune to be airy, he grew ease to it pitch.

so he handed over all his senses of hearing to you on one knee, and let you speak freely. switching between different topics form nowhere, and like the world- his world- itself was turning for you only, his eyes and soul was for you to talk and he'll rot into a shallow void to your lovely enunciate to play on a broken radio repeating.

maybe he should tell you to stop, because your non-touched food was getting cold, and maybe he should tell that to himself that too because he didn't even realize his plate was even there.

it felt like he had drifted from the original plan, instead the tables were turned and he was the one being swoon by you..

not that he minded honestly. but ending the night with you being the one who filled the space was enough to create a makeshift reo berating him, nevertheless, nagi really, really wanted you to like him back. to consider the idea of another date with him.

plus, he also liked your laugh, he really did. didn't the guide say something about making you laugh? even tried telling a joke that you actually chuckled at, something that was unneeded to say that his book was empty, he had to search on google "funny jokes" for gods sakes, how hopeless can he possibly get?

"why couldn't the sunflower ride it bike?" nagi utter flatly, "why" you slope your head to the side. "because it lost it petals." the joke was old, dusty, forsaken. and the urge to recoil the second it left his mouth was understandable. but somehow you still pushed out a laugh at it, you don't know if it was an amusingly one, or because that nonchalant face was clearly begging you to laugh. with that monochromatic tone and all made it even funnier.

that bloomed the smallest amount of exhilaration within his rib cage. it was lovely, and what was made the giddiness to flourish inside his belly was the fact that he was the reason for it. it felt priceless. a sight to a crave in his midst. completely bizarrely about all of this, nagi let's you take over him. to consume him, his heart, his breath and soul were yours to claim.

at least he did something good that night?

70 points!

STEP FOUR: walk them back home! it's quite a simple act but very affected and gentlemanly, make sure to make them feel save and guarded! hidden notes: try to hold their hand!

after paying the price, you and nagi take your leave. with also nagi's off attitude with him opening the doors for you and let you walk first. although, who were to complain about such a treatment? you'll take it

but weirdly enough, nagi was a bit on the edge. like he had a n amount of ants in his pants, couldn't look at your direction, barely spoke out a response, or anything in general. and 一was he holding his breath???一

wait, was nagi actually.... nervous?

you glanced at him, shoulders stiffened, hands moving too much and fast, mouth was dry and agape, half dizzy 一when he isn't?一

now that you did not expect.

it was even ten times worse than him in the cafeteria earlier, it felt like nagi was about to confess to you his cruelest crime. the tenseness was mixed with the deep-seated tenderness, nevertheless, it was a bittersweet taste. and it kept on going until you two stood together by your home.

"i had fun tonight, nagi." you spoke first.

he finally flinched out of his own world, he sees you rubbing your arm, the gesture was sketchy, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something, anything.

but nagi's mind was blank, blow out an air in his ear and it will run out of the other, empty head. yet his mind was roaming, that need to say something clung up to him again. too many thoughts he cannot process.

but all nagi did know was he wanted you to stay a little longer.

"that's.. good?" he should have stayed quiet, what kind of answer is that.

you nodded awkwardly in agreement, breathing out an 'yeah..' he felt a bit guilty at making you feel uncomfortable, the fact of him being unfaithful may have crossed your mind, and nagi didn't like it. but you always managed to make feel weird, he always felt too warm when you would get close to him, words were lost when he would look at your eyes, and now this..

but despite everything, he felt like himself when he was with you the most..

every game had it secret move, and his was that he need to let himself be.

"can we do this again? i also had a good night." a part of nagi wanted to add that it was one of the best nights he ever had, yet it was too cheesy, cringe.

"yes!" you replied, too fast. you sounded so desperate! you palmed your mouth, embarrassment remains on your face as you cleared your throat. "i mean.. yes, we can do this again."

nagi had to physically bent down his head, he was gonna set you on fire alive with his eyes, if he may say, you looked cute when flustered. and his heart wouldn't stop beating so infuriated, almost bursting out raw of chest.

nagi for some reason, stretched out his arms. it was bold and he knew it, he just did it and hoped for you to handle it. "um.. can i?" he sees you halting at your place. eyes ogling around but his own.

you walk up all jittery to him until there's barely any inches left between the two of you, you kept your eyes glued to your feet as if it was the most interesting thing in this moment, but it's also like you were asking him if it was okay, unsureness. so he pushes your head gently forward to rest on his stiffen chest. an arm runs around your back to force you as close as possible to him.

you shrivel when nagi's nose would be buried deep unto your hair locks. your scent would draw him at slacken, his whole body bending against yours that you felt like he wanted to crawl under your skin desperately, searching for the seeds of endless love you endowed to him.

you didn't know if you were somehow intoxicated, but you swore that you felt a pair of soft lips pressing against your skull, god, you felt like melting and soon to become a paste sliding down between his fingers. you gently pushed yourself back, and perhaps you imagined nagi's whining for you to not let go. it's like you were gonna fly away once he unwrapped you free. the second you meet his face, a pout expression on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from cupping his cheeks, squeezing them slightly. a smile made it way to your face as his eyebrows grew frowned.

nagi's hands were on yours, pulling them down from his face, but not too far. unabashedly keeping his eyes locked with yours, he was holding you tight and close, basically hostage. the bug-stomach is back at again but more fiercely than ever.

80 points!

FINAL STEP: kiss.

the dull hue travels down on your lips. boldly, he doesn't look away for what felt like eternity, if anything it seems like they grew heavy the second you parted them slightly to say something that sticked on your tongue.

"can i kiss you?"

was he trying to kill you?

you don't respond, instead you made a move to give him a quick peck on his cheek. backing off faster than ever. nagi stood still, rooting in his place, completely bamboozled. his mind stopped working and his eyes were drifting off in different directions.一is it normal that he felt like melting to the ground?一

"im so sorry, nagi- i just got really nervous and-"

"seishiro."

"eh?"

"seishiro, call me seishiro." he finally found a piece of mind to say. he didn't know if it came out as a command, but he sincerely wanted you to call him by his name. he'd die a happy man then.

"well.. goodnight, seishiro. can't wait for our next date," you said, weaving before your door. nagi barely being able to wave back, his mind was still half empty. you just made him see the light of the stars and left with with the sweetest, loveliest smile for him to think about for the next couple of weeks.

maybe he stood there for a little longer than he should have, his face was on fire, his heart on race track. antithesis of the nonchalant face he had, he made a move to rub the spot you pressed your soft lips against. and the first thing that came to his mind that it was definitely worth it.

and by now, he absolutely forgot about the points and the game itself. oh well, at least half of it worked. he just did it in his own version, which apparently was charming to you. nagi thinks if being charm to you, than he can come over anything.

limitless points! you have made your own path to the heart!

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi x you

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purple-babygirl · 3 months

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Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!

something lent (SamBucky version)

Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.

Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.

“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.

“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.

She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?

So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.

“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”

Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”

Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”

“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.

“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.

“Would he be staying for dinner?”

She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.

“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.

“W-What?”

“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”

Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.

“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?

“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.

He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.

“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.

“What was that?” Bucky smirked.

“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.

“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.

“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.

“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.

“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.

“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.

“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.

“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.

Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.

“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.

“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.

She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.

Shit, she was nervous.

“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”

Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.

“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.

“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.

“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.

Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.

“Red,” she said her word out loud.

She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you can’t talk?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.

“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”

“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.

She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.

“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”

“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”

“That’s right. And other than that?”

“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.

“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.

“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”

“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.

“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.

“My rules?” Sam chuckled.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.

“Alright, fair enough.”

“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”

“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.

“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.

“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Wha-”

“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.

“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”

When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.

She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.

Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.

“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.

She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.

Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.

She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.

“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.

“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”

She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.

She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.

Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.

“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.

“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.

“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.

“Yes?”

“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.

“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.

She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.

Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.

She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.

“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.

“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.

She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.

“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.

“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.

She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.

“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”

“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.

Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.

“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”

Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.

“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.

“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”

“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.

“Not allowed to cum either?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”

She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.

The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.

Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.

“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.

“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.

His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?

“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.

He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”

Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.

“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”

“Yes, Sam.”

She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.

She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.

“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.

The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.

Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.

Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.

Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.

“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.

“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.

Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.

One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.

She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.

“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.

“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.

Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.

She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.

“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.

Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.

Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.

Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.

“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.

She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.

“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.

Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.

“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.

She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.

Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.

“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.

He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”

“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.

Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.

“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”

She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.

Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?

“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.

When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.

“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.

“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.

“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.

Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.

Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.

Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.

“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.

“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.

He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.

Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.

“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.

She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.

Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.

Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.

She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.

“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.

“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.

“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.

Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.

“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.

Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.

“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.

She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.

“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.

Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.

“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.

Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.

Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.

“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.

“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.

“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.

She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.

Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.

Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.

“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.

She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.

“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.

The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.

She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.

“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.

“F-First drawer.”

“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.

“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.

She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”

“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.

“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.

When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.

She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”

Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?

“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.

Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.

“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.

“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.

“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.

“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.

“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.

“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.

Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.

Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.

“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.

“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.

“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.

“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.

“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.

“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”

“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.

“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.

“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.

Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.

“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.

She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.

“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.

Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.

“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.

She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.

Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.

“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.

“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.

His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.

She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.

Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.

Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.

“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.

Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.

She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.

“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.

“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.

“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.

“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.

“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.

Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”

Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.

“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.

“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”

“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.

“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.

“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.

“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.

“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.

Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.

“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” She blushed.

“Well then let’s clean that shit out so I can properly fill your holes.” ~~~ Taglist:

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posletsvet · 8 months

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I frequently think about how challenging it must be to write convincing antagonists. It's relatively easy to justify morally driven, righteous thinking and good-hearted actions (that is, if justification of something like this is at all needed). Pulling off solid reasoning behind uncompromising, dedicated malice is harder. I think that is because benevolence comes naturally to us -- that's what our evolution as social beings taught us to be beneficial. So more often than not villains come off as cartoonish, false and awkward with their cardboard-thin beliefs and exaggerated petty grudges. And that's why it's always exciting to see characters who are objectively horrible people but still exhibit intricately nuanced and dimensional personalities you can at some extent empathize with.

I guess that is also why I like Toji as an antagonist so much. (Yes, this is a Toji Fushiguro post,, Why do I feel like I should I be sorry?) He is essentially a case study of a deeply flawed, disrespectful and inexcusably violent character with a plethora of other gruesome traits (I mean, the anime adaptation isn't even remotely subtle about showing his nastiness) who's also... just another ordinary human being. He eats take-out food. He overspends inpulsively. He watches sport and gambles. He loves and misses his wife and settles down while he's with her. Toji has harmless basic needs like entertaining himself with a hobby in his free time and having someone to keep him company while doing so. He seems to seek simple human connection (like when he suggests that he and Shiu go eat out in some fancy place after receiving their reward). He gets genuinely amused with the job's destination which is Okinawa and expresses his confusion over the cult's representative's bigoted speech in a mundane, kind of goofy way. He's curious when something goes slightly off a pre-established course of action and asks Shiu about it. He gets nervous and tries to calm himself down by strategizing. He thinks of his family in his last moments.

I'm saying all this with no intention to condone Toji's terrible actions or make them seem more forgivable. I guess it just drives home a point for me that while he destroyed the destiny of entire Jujutsu society he was really just minding his own business by going through another job. Yes, he was in some way taking out his spite on the Jujutsu world by trampling on the 'blessed talents' of both Gojo and Geto, but there was never an emphasis put on it. Defeating two Special Grade sorcerers wasn't a prime event in his life (well, up untill he died as a consequence of it, I guess). Even if there were some strings attached to this job, Toji was in it first of all for the money.

He's mundane. The extent of his cruelty and filth is sickening. He's just like those people you could pass by in the street. He's so morally corrupt it's alienating. He's both unthinkably horrible and still just an ordinary person.

Toji is a walking representation of the duality of man, really, and I find it truly admirable how Gege tied all those conflicting traits into a coherent and convincing character.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk analysis #toji fushiguro #shiu kong #hidden inventory arc #star plasma vessel #really i don't think there's a character i don't find at least in some way appealing #so it's kind of weird for me to see people fighting over characters #and i genuinely find toji to be an amazing villain #he's immensely interesting to think about him #and the body of meaning he introduces in the narrative #he was a character who opened my eyes to the theme of cycles in jjk #all that perpetuating the cycle which he himself was a victim of stuff #all that said #i can't stand him #i hate him and everything he did SO MUCH #jjk meta

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hey-kae · 2 years

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A Gift from the Ferrari Gods

Part 1: 20 Minutes to Spare

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Request: Hello! Love your writing!!! I don’t know if you take requests, but I was wondering if you would maybe write a Sequel to 20 mins to spare where Charles brought home one of the race suits? And then sexy shenanigans follow 😈😈 If not, totally understand, and I hope you keep putting up content!!

Warnings: Thigh riding, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (kinda), cockwarming(kinda), slight praise kink i think, begging and orgasm control. (Buckle up ig)

Sidenote: Did i google the french translation for “i’m gonna cum” and never used it because it made me uncomfortable? Yeah i did… Also, this is long and it’s pure filth. Read at your own risk!

It was already past ten in the morning when your deep slumber was knocked out of its place by that weird phase of half-sleeping where you can hear everything around you. An obnoxious bird outside was loudly contributing to the process of waking you up and any chance of falling back asleep was eliminated when you sensed a figure standing by the side of the bed, shadowing you as if it was waiting for you to open your eyes.

It would’ve been creepy if you didn’t know who it was. Charles.

“What do you want?” You groaned in annoyance, turning onto your back and covering your face with a pillow so you wouldn’t have to face the sunlight just yet.

You waited a few seconds, awaiting a reply but you received none, what weirded you out.

Throwing the pillow away, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes then propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up to find a bright flash of Ferrari red blocking your view. The color was too much to take, considering the fact that you had just woken up.

Once your vision adjusted to the intrusion, you realized that Charles was just casually wearing a race suit, minus the shoes and gloves, and standing still-as-stone with a stupidly big smile on his face.

“You’re going somewhere?” You asked, wondering if you had forgotten about some event he told you about.

“Non.” He chuckled.

“Is this some sort of a suit fitting or something?” You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out why he was just wearing his suit in the house.

“Also no.”

“Then, what the hell is going on?” You frowned, now genuinely confused.

“C’mon. Think a little!” He teased, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The wheels in your mind started spinning, trying to find any memory that would point you to the reason behind your boyfriend’s current attire.

“It’s still too early for this, Charles.” You gave up, “Why are you wearing the suit?”

“You forgot about Canada already?” He smirked, pulling the sheets off your body and placing his hand on your leg.

“What? What does that-“ then the conversation that happened after you had sex in the bathroom resurfaced in your mind, “Oh my god, Charles! I was joking!” You gasped.

You were wide awake now and fully sat up in the bed, your eyes glued on Charles as he laughed full-heartedly.

“Does that mean it doesn’t turn you on?” He teasingly asked after his laughter died down, already knowing the honest answer to his question.

“Viens ici, mon amour.” Come here, my love. He held out his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you onto his lap, the pajama shorts you were wearing doing barely anything to shield your skin from the rough material of his suit.

“Réponds-moi, chérie.” Answer me, darling. He slipped his hands under your shirt, resting them firmly on your waist. “It doesn’t turn you on?” His eyes studied your expression attentively, not wanting to miss any of your reactions to his words and his touch.

“I never said that.” You shortly replied, you walls clenching as you realized where this was going.

“Good.” He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

With newfound eagerness, you quickly nodded and he pulled the material over your head, cursing under his breath when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He pulled you closer, eliminating the remaining distance between you two and kissing you with pure hunger. His hands moved up your body painfully slow until they reached your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and rubbing them with his thumbs.

When it came to Charles, that was enough to have you moaning into his mouth, that was all it took for you to start rocking against his crotch, desperate for any friction as you felt the wetness start to pool between your legs.

Charles then broke the kiss, moving down to nibble on your neck instead, leaving small marks on your collarbones.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He spoke against your skin, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver.

His hands went back to your nipples and he pinched them with just enough force that you let out a high pitched moan and arched your body into him.

“Encore.” More.

He trailed his mouth down until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud of nerves, his teeth carefully grazing the sensitive skin there. The feeling left you desperately aching for more, for stronger pleasure. It made you want anything he was willing to give, not caring if it was his fingers, his tongue or his dick.

“Charles, please.” You pleaded, you hand tugging on his hair to relieve some tension.

“Please what, ma belle?” He looked at you, clearly wanting an answer but not just any answer. He wanted an explicit one that would describe everything that’s on your mind in the filthiest way possible.

“Fuck… Please fuck me, Charles.” You begged, ending the sentence with a peck to his lips.

“Tsk,” he kissed your lips, “pas encore au moins.” Not yet at least, then his lips met the spot under your ear, “Il y a beaucoup de choses que je veux te faire d'abord.” There’s a lot of things i wanna do to you first. He clarified before he kissed the base of your neck then proceeded to suck a hickey there, the light stinging making you whimper.

Once he was satisfied with the mark he left, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging on them demandingly.

“I want these off.”

You frowned at him as you realized that would leave you fully naked while he’s still completely covered up.

“You’re still fully dressed.” You pointed out, moving your hands to try to unzip the suit. However, he stopped your movements, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it up to kiss it.

“I wanna make the most out of the suit, mon amour.”

You didn’t really know what he meant but it didn’t matter because you trusted him, so you got up and slipped your shorts off, your panties immediately following.

You went back to straddle Charles but his hands immediately found your waist and he guided you into a sitting position different than the previous one. Much to your delight, you were now straddling his thigh, the contact between your clit and the suit material already making it difficult to breath steadily. It clicked in your mind, what Charles wanted and you almost moaned at the thought.

“Ride my thigh, ma belle. Make a mess on the suit for me.” You let out a shaky breath as his hands guided you to move. Your eyes squeezed shut, the amount of pleasure the friction was giving you being quite surprising.

“Non, ma cherie. Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. D’accord?” Okay? He instructed, one of his hands intertwining with yours. He started moving both your hands down your body until he reached his destination, one of his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit as he made sure to keep the rest interlaced with your fingers. You struggled to keep your eyes open as the pleasure intensified but you managed to keep them locked with Charles’ lust-filled ones. The way he was looking at you was sending electric sparks through you veins, effortlessly electrifying you. His eyes seemed to study every reaction you made and he payed attention to every breath you let out and every pleading whimper that slipped past your lips. He had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you ride his thigh, your eyes dark with lust and hooded from the pleasure, your cheeks already red as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Charles.” You whined, fighting the urge to just throw your head back and shut your eyes, letting the pleasure take over you. You found yourself searching for any support, your free hand eventually reaching for Charles chest, clutching onto the red material of the suit as you continued rocking your hips on his thigh.

“Merde, comme j’adore te voire comme ça.” Shit, how i adore seeing you like this. He said, your leg brushing against against his boner repeatedly driving him mad. His moved his hands back to your hips, gripping onto you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if it left marks, forcing you to move faster. A string of profanities spilled out of your mouth as a result. Meanwhile, his strong gaze was making this experience ten times more erotic. It made you shake with pleasure as his eyes bored into yours with bone-chilling intensity.

“Oh god, i’m gonna-“ A load moan cut you off as your body begged you to release.

“Let it go, baby.” Charles reassured you, placing a kiss onto your chest. That was all it took for your head to fall backwards, the pressure in your stomach exploding as you whimpered in sensitivity. Your whole body shook as you released onto your boyfriend’s clothed thigh.

After that, and without any warning, Charles hoisted you up, turned around and laid you down on the bed while you were still panting, struggling to recover from such an intense orgasm. His lips immediately found yours as he hovered above you. The kiss held so much passion, desperation and lust, his teeth nibbling on your lips, his tongue fighting yours for dominance and pushing to freely discover your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate to memorize the curve of your lips.

Little did you know that it was just a distraction since Charles wanted to catch you off guard. His plan seemed to have worked perfectly and he was greatly satisfied to hear you gasp when two of his fingers pushed into you without any warning. Your back arched in pleasure as your mind caught onto what was happening.

“Oh my god, Charles.” You moaned against his lips and you literally felt him smirk in satisfaction. He then moved down to l leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing all the right spots that have you whining in ecstasy under him. You reaction encouraged him to make it a point to curl them every few thrusts, loving how you reacted when he did.

Wanting to admire you as usual, Charles sat up a bit straighter, his eyes taking in every curve of your body and settling down onto your pussy where his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside of you.

“So fucking pretty with my fingers inside of you.” He praised, “Do you like it, ma belle? Does it feel good?” He asked in a dazed voice, getting lost in the sight of you so vulnerable under him, writhing on your shared bed as his fingers fucked you.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t muster an answer even if your life depended on it. You cried out his name in response, knowing Charles loved it when you did that. Other people might want clear answers and words, but he lived for the idea that you were too far gone to reply, that he was giving you so much pleasure that your brain couldn’t think of any words other than his name.

Your legs were starting to shake and close shut as another wave of pleasure built up inside of you but Charles was quick to force them apart with his knees while simultaneously increasing the speed he was moving his hand at. You didn’t really expect any less from him, given the fast reactions he was trained to have and all. It took seconds after that for him to feel your walls tightening against his digits. Once again, the pleasure took over your mind and you hand fisted the bedsheet as your moans increased. Another orgasm shook your body and you came for the second time, whimpering Charles’ name over and over.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning your arousal off of them with his tongue. He groaned once he realized you were watching, wanting you to know how much he enjoyed tasting you. His little show was the direct cause behind your inability to catch your breath.

“You should get a side job as a professional torturer. You’d do great in that field.” You joked, catching a glimpse of entertainment in his eyes.

“You taste so good, mon amour. Ça me donne l’envie d’en avoir plus.” It makes me want to have more. He suggested, already pushing your legs back apart. However, this time, you were quick to sit up, pushing him back by the shoulders.

“Take the suit off, for fuck’s sake. I might have said i like it but nothing comes close to being as attractive as your naked body.” You told him, giving his lips a small kiss and sliding your hand down to cup his erection, figuring that it might help your case. You were just craving the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

He seemed to be thinking his options through for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer and breathed the words into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine: “Do it yourself if you are so desperate to see me naked, ma chérie.”

That was all it took for you to push him back so that he was laying with his back against the mattress. You climbed on top of him, your legs on either side of his body, your pussy right on top of crotch.

While it seemed unfair to tease him after the two mind blowing orgasms he gave you, you just couldn’t resist the urge to. You rocked your hips against him and smiled when he whined your name pleadingly.

You started off by kissing him, making sure to keep moving against his cock, feeling how hard he was for you. Then, you bit his lower lip, pulling on it a little before moving down to his neck, kissing it all the way down until you reached the collar of the race suit. You hands rushed to undo all the velcro tape that secured the zipper and once that part was done, you took the zipper’s slider between your teeth and started dragging it down slowly while looking up at Charles who was closely watching you with hunger, his lips parted open and lust written all over his face. You maintained eye contact and continued undressing him.

Once the race suit was completely unzipped, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and you pulled the item of clothing completely off, leaving him in his boxers. It was a pleasant surprise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it like he normally did.

“You’ve taken such good care of me, mon amour, now let me take care of you.” You said, kissing his chest, his abs down his v-line, finally pulling his boxers off when you reached them, freeing his hard length. Charles immediately groaned in relief.

You stroked him a few time, rubbing your thumb along his tip, hearing him gasp as you licked his length all the way down to the base. You looked up to find him already watching you so you locked eyes with him, knowing he loved that.

A euphoric whimper left his mouth as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him, finally promising him a much needed relief.

Charles kept lifting his head off the mattress so he can watch you while you had your lips wrapped around him. You met his eyes right away, taking him deeper as he watched.

“Fuck.” He groaned when you looked up at him through your lashes just as he hit the back of your throat. You started moving your head up and down, basking in the noises Charles was making as you hollowed your cheeks around him, taking as much of him as possible into your mouth while moving your fingers around what you couldn’t take. His hands were forcefully tugging on the sheets, turning his knuckles white as your teeth very lightly grazed his length. Once you noticed his need to hold onto something, you brought your free hand up to one of his, intertwining your fingers. You immediately felt the pressure as he squeezed your hand, swearing left and right when you swirled your tongue on his tip.

No matter how good and natural Charles’ English became, he always referred back to his first language in these kinds of moments. You loved it. You loved hearing him curse in french and you loved it even more when he whispered filthy french remarks in you ear.

“Merde… Mon dieu, y/n. Je vais-“ Shit… My god, y/n. I’m gonna- He moaned, his hips bucking up, pushing himself further down your throat, making your eyes water. You could tell he was close. Seconds later, he finally let go, releasing into your mouth as he panted from his orgasm. You swallowed and sat up, smiling at him after wiping you mouth.

He smiled back and pulled you on top of him, kissing you passionately, but you knew him so well and you could tell there was still something on his mind. Therefore, it didn’t come as no surprise when he started mumbling against your lips.

“Still wanna taste you, chérie.” He said and quickly flipped you over so you were laying on your back. He kneeled by the bed and pulled you down so your legs were dangling off the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.” He asked and you happily complied.

“Si belle comme ça. Je t’adore,” So beautiful like this. I adore you, he kissed your inner thigh, “et j’adore ton corps.” And i adore your body. You felt his kisses turn into soft bites as he inched higher, coming closer to your wet core.

With no further warning, his tongue met your clit, flat against the nerve bundle.

“Spécialement cette partie de ton corps, chérie.” Especially this part of your body, darling. Contrasting his first move, he started giving you small licks, moving his tongue between your clit and your entrance.

“Charles, please.” You whined. Your body was ready to beg Charles for anything more.

“Quoi, mon amour? T’aime m’avoir entre tes jambes? Dis-moi combien tu aime ma langue, et je te donnerai ce que tu veux, chérie.” What, my love? Do you love having me between your legs? Tell me how much you love my tongue and i’ll give you what you want, darling. He told you then went back to teasing you.

“Please… Charles, please. Oh my god.” You moaned as he sucked on your clit.

“Dis-moi, ma belle.” Tell me, my beautiful. He still insisted, not backing down.

“Fuck. I love having you between my legs, i love it so much, i fucking adore your tongue and it makes me feel so fucking good. Fuck, Charles. Please, please do something.”

Having gotten what he wanted, he dived right in, pushing his tongue into you and licking you like he’s hungry for it. Your hands quickly got lost in his hair and he pulled your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him better access to your pussy.

“So wet for me, ma belle.” Charles spoke against your entrance, sending the vibrations of his voice through your body. You felt his tongue stroking you in all the right places, making you arch your back. Charles’ hands immediately pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down to lay flat against the mattress.

“Un peu de patience, chérie.” A little bit of patience, darling. He taunted, guiding his fingers to rub your clit as his tongue lapped on your wetness.

It took barely any time for your orgasm to build up since you were still sensitive from his teasing and your two previous ones.

“I’m gonna cum.” You warned him before letting go while gasping his name, feeling his comforting hand rub circles on your thigh as you tugged on his hair.

“You’re doing such a good job, mon amour.” He praised and watched you get flustered over his comment. It made him grin.

He then laid beside you, held your hand and waited for you to recover, comfortingly kissing your knuckles and wrist for a couple minutes before pitching in the idea of him fucking you.

“Think you can still handle that?” He asked, pushing back the hair from your damp forehead.

You quickly nodded, desperately wanting to feel him fill you up even after three orgasms.

“T’es completement sûr?” You’re completely sure? He questioned.

Instead of a reply, you pulled him towards you and he quickly got the memo.

Charles got back on top of you, lodging himself between your legs, his mouth covering yours in loving kisses. His hand wrapped around his cock, repeatedly moving his tip from your clit to your entrance teasingly.

“Charles, s’il te plais…” Charles, please… you whined, not feeling appreciative of his teasing.

“Que veux tu, mon amour?” What do you want, my love? He smirked, pushing his tip into you little before moving it back to your clit.

“I want you. Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you filling me up so bad.” You begged in desperation and he thrust into you all at once, making your mouth fall open. He started moving inside of you almost immediately, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him making him feel so desperate for a second release.

“Always so good and warm around me.” He praised, pounding into you with increased spead, his hips meeting yours perfectly with every movement.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. He memorized all your cues, all your curves and all your features, but most importantly, he knew just what leaves you writhing and moaning beneath him. He knew that the spot he was hitting inside of you would make you whimper from the pleasure and he was right, your cries of ecstasy feeling like his own personal reward. He loved his effect on you and how responsive to him you were.

As the pleasure intensified, you decided that he was too far from you, that you needed him closer. Therefore, you reached up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to your chest.

“I love you so much, Charles.” You breathed the words before meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss he happily welcomed.

“Je t’aime aussi, ma belle.” I love you too, my beautiful. He said the words back between kisses as he made sure to push deeper into you. Your hips subconsciously lifted to meet his thrusts, proving that your bodies were in full sync. The feeling made you release a high pitched moan that got muffled by Charles’ lips.

For many minutes, he moved inside you repeatedly, every thrust feeling better than the previous one and every move bringing you closer to your orgasm. You knew you wouldn’t last long since the sensitivity from your previous releases was still in effect. You were already struggling to steady your legs so you wrapped them around Charles, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

“More, please.” You managed to say, desperate for him to give you everything he has to give.

“More what, babe?” He sounded breathless but you were busy admiring how swollen his lips looked to acknowledge that.

“More everything, Charles.” You rushed then quickly pushed your lips against his again.

He moaned into your mouth and started thrusting faster and harder like you asked, one of his hands moving down your body, pulling one of your legs up by the thigh, giving him better access for a deeper angle as the other limb remained wrapped around him.

He could literally feel the vibrations in your legs as he felt you clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, i swear i’ll never get used to this.” He groaned then leaned down to kiss your neck, “Tu es si parfaite, mon amour.” You are so perfect, my love. The words were whispered right into your ear, igniting goosebumps on your skin as you felt the pleasure build up. Charles immediately noticed it by how hard your walls were squeezing him.

“You wanna cum, babe?” He asked.

“Yes. Oh god, fuck yes. I don’t think i can hold it, Charles.” You stated the obvious as your body shuddered with pent up pleasure.

“Then let go for me, chérie. Cum all over my cock.”

And you did let go. The intensity of such a strong orgasm blinded you, made you lose control over your body as Charles stilled inside of you. You brain seemed to have forgotten all the words it knew, settling down on repeatedly whining Charles’ name like a broken player, while he lightly caressed your thigh.

He patiently waited for your breathing to go back to normal and for you to open you eyes and when you did, you were met with his caring gaze and a soft smile on his lips.

“Tout va bien?” Is everything okay? He asked. You only nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you too hard but can you handle one more? I wanna cum inside you so bad.”

You barely thought his words through before accepting. That’s the thing about sex with Charles: too much still never felt like enough.

“Wanna ride you though.” You slurred, suddenly feeling the need for control.

Charles gladly nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, kissing your temples.

You both then adjusted your positions so he was sat against the headboard with you on top of him, taking his dick inside of you as deep as it can go.

Sure, you were so incredibly sensitive that every move doubled in intensity but you were enjoying these moments of vulnerability with Charles.

You started moving, bouncing on his length and watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back against the headboard, exposing his neck. You leaned in closer and planted small kisses against his jaw. You debated giving him a love bite, calculating if it would fade before the Silverstone grand prix. Giving into your thoughts, you started sucking and biting onto the skin under his ear until you saw a bruise form. You made sure to keep the hickey small so it would fade just in time for his trip to Britain.

Meanwhile, Charles’ hands moved down your back and clawed at you ass as you alternated between bouncing on him and rolling your hips.

“Oh mon dieu. Oui chérie, juste comme ça.” Oh my god. Yes darling, just like that. He whined with a weak voice.

“J'aurais dû te faire supplier comme t’as fait à moi.” I should’ve made you beg like you did with me. You pointed out just to get a reaction out of him.

“Tu crois?” You think? He immediately replied in a challenging tone. You hummed in confirmation.

“Alright then.” His hands firmly gripped your waist, ending your brief moment of power by controlling your movements. The lazy and mellow pace quickly transformed back to a fast and rough one as he moved you faster against his dick, bringing out more frequent moans and whimpers from the both of you. The sensitivity of your clit from the preceding actions was starting to get to you as it rubbed against Charles’ crotch. It even increased as he started thrusting his hips up, making your breath catch in your throat at how deep in your stomach you felt him.

By now, you were feeling too weak to hold yourself up so you just collapsed on his chest, your lips parted and your eyes teary from the overwhelming pleasure. For the fifth time today, you felt your orgasm nearing, only this time it felt way more intense. This wasn’t a wave of pleasure, this was a fucking tsunami.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Charles’ hand briefly left your waist. He raked it through your hair, brushing it behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Pas encore, y/n. Attends un peu.” Not yet, y/n. Wait a little.

“What?” You mind was too hazy to comprehend that this was his reaction to you suggesting you make him beg.

“Beg for it, babe.” He smirked through his moans.

You immediately obeyed since you felt like you couldn’t hold it in for long, your shaking legs doing nothing but proving your point.

“Please, Charles, I need to cum so bad, please let me.” The brief sentence was all you managed to say.

“Oh c’mon, ma belle. Je suis certain que tu peux faire mieu que ça.” I’m sure you can do better than that.

“I need to cum so fucking bad. You feel so good so deep inside of me, i really need to cum all over your cock, Charles. Please, i’m begging you. I can’t hold it in anymore.” You blurted out, not understanding how you managed so much words in this state.

You got no reply from Charles. You just noticed him move you faster, making you shake and struggle more. Then you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Let go now.” He finally said and you both came together, cursing and whimpering each other’s names as you finally released. Tears spilled from your eyes as you felt the relief wash over you, the overstimulation making this feel way more sensual and intense than usual.

However, it worried Charles when he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.

“Look at me, ma belle.” He lifted your chin up so he could see your face.

“Did i take it too far? Was it too much?” He asked with genuine worry once he saw your tear streaked cheeks. He wiped your face while waiting for a response.

“Oh my god, no! Not at all, mon amour. That was the best orgasm of my life.” You gave him a drunken smile and kissed his jaw since you didn’t have the energy to pull yourself up to kiss his lips yet. “It was perfect and you are beyond perfect.”

“You worried me for a second there, ma chérie.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close. Your arms imitated his and wrapped around his torso as well while you smiled at his concern.

“Is it a day off today?” You hopefully asked seconds later, desperately craving a lazy day of cuddling with him after so much action this morning.

He hummed in confirmation, resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes.

Your heart did a little dance at his response. You were more than delighted that you had him all to yourself the whole day.

“Then let me just get up and-“ you started to pull yourself up so he can pull out but Charles groaned in objection and held you closer.

“Not yet.” He objected, “This is easier than cleaning ourselves up anyway and it’s comfortable as fuck too.” He smiled.

There wasn’t a single bone in your body that was fighting to resist this offer so you just relaxed against him.

“Merci.” He thanked you for not arguing with him before reaching over to pull the covers on top of you.

The movement caused some friction down where your bodies were still joint together, making you hiss since you felt unable to handle even this slight friction.

“Sorry, babe.” He quickly apologized and covered the two of you up. You sat there in comfortable, much needed silence until he started speaking again.

“I would just like to take a moment to thank all the Ferrari gods for gifting us such a magical suit. It is truly a gift to be appreciated.” You looked up at Charles and saw him dramatically looking up, speaking like he was actually thanking a god of some sort with an adorable, playful grin on his face.

It made you chuckle against his chest and the sound immediately attracted his attention. He looked down at you with an adoring, delighted smile and kissed your forehead with so much emotion if felt like the physical form of “i love you”.

It barely took a couple minutes until the exhaustion of the morning’s events caught up to you two and you fell back asleep in each others’ arms with small, peaceful smiles painted on your lips.

#charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc oneshots #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #charles leclerc smut #f1 smut #f1 imagines #f1 oneshots

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magpie-to-the-morning · 1 year

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Close - An Insatiable Extra

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: Edging, bondage, orgasm denial, Mean!Dom Santi vibes, a bit of inspection kink, choking if you squint, fingering, oral sex, PiV sex, fluff

Author’s Note: This oneshot only exists because of @radiowallet. My love. My pumpkin wife. Thank you for bringing me back to my boys. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d ever write for them again. 🥹

And a huge thank you to @acrossthesestars for beta-reading this filth, much of which I wrote in a haze at 4am 😅

Missed Part One? You can read it here. Which, if you’re not familiar with the worldbuilding and relationships in Insatiable, you may want to check out! This one does mostly stand on its own, other than a few references to the three of them being mates.

“Deseito, please.”

You lean into him, a half smile teasing your lips. “Please what, Frankie?”

Leather creaks as he leans helplessly towards you, his brown eyes large and pleading.

“Let me touch you.”

You almost weaken at the sight of him straining against his bonds to get to you. It’s hard to resist him like this - his arms pinioned above him, his brow shining with sweat, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he drags his hungry gaze down your naked form. He’s mostly bare himself, only a rumpled sheet half-covering his lap. When his cock twitches beneath it, you groan and move towards him - only to be caught around the waist by a pair of strong arms.

“What did I tell you, leoncita?”

A whimper catches in your throat. “But Santi, he’s so pretty when he begs.” You barely recognize your own voice, rasping with need and ending on a whine. His answering chuckle curls around you like smoke as you lean back against his chest, eyes locked on Frankie’s as they widen in desperation.

Santi’s lips trail down the side of your neck, making you shiver in his hold. When his teeth sink into the sensitive spot that meets your shoulder, you gasp and arch your back, one hand fisting in his wild curls. Frankie moans as your peaked nipples arch almost close enough for him to get his mouth on. You lean forward, encouraging him, craving him, but Santi draws you back with a smirk at the last moment.

“You two need to learn how to behave.”

He’s been edging the two of you for hours. It started as a game between him and Frankie - to see who could bring you closest to the edge without pushing you over. Santi hadn’t counted on how easily his partner caved to your pleas for release. If he hadn’t grabbed the other man by the jaw and hauled him from between your legs, Frankie would have made you cum on his tongue ages ago. But Santi, the competitive bastard, hadn’t wanted the game to end so soon. He’d lashed Frankie to the bed and given you both a choice. Stay in line and only cum at his say so, and he’d make your pleasure last for hours. Or, give in to temptation, cum quickly, and call it a night.

It hadn’t been a choice at all.

Still, he’s got the two of you wound tight enough to burst. Slick drips down your thighs and you press them together in a desperate search for friction. Frankie’s cock is swollen and aching, and both of you are breathing hard, half-dazed with desire and torn between need and obedience.

Santi knows it, too. Takes full advantage of how worked up the two of you are for him. He gets off on it - his two loves, following him to the razor’s edge and trusting him to keep them there. The enormity of that trust staggers him - but it doesn’t stop him being an absolute menace when he’s riled.

His fingers dip between your legs, a lazy inspection of your velvet heat. He nudges your legs wider, putting on a show while Frankie looks hungrily on. You tip your head back and roll your hips, driving yourself against Santi’s hand. You know it won’t last, that Santi is only pouring fuel on the fire, but you let yourself savor it while you can, loving the feeling of his thick fingers gliding in slow, lingering circles, the effortless way he cups your sex, his fingertips just beginning to breach your dripping center.

“She’s so wet, Frank,” he murmurs. “You gotta feel this.”

The ferocity of the glare Frankie turns on him makes the other man sigh and relent. “Fine.” He rocks back on his heels, releasing you from his hold.

You whine when his hand slips away, chasing his touch. Frankie moans and strains toward you. There’s a creaking noise as he moves and even the solid headboard starts to lean. The thought of him being so close but still so far out of reach makes you whimper.

“Shh, baby,” Santi soothes. “Go give our mate some love before he breaks something.”

“Asshole,” Frankie mutters, even as his mouth quirks up and he relaxes a fraction.

Santi leans around you to slap him affectionately on the thigh. “Watch it,” he warns, “Or I’ll fuck her right here and leave you out of it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You toss him a smile over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat at Santi’s roguish wink and the sight of him licking the taste of you from his fingers. It’s impossible to say which is hotter - that, or Frankie licking his lips in anticipation at your approach, and for the thousandth time, you feel a wave of gratitude for never having to choose between them. The three of you are a unit, the bond between you only growing stronger the longer you’re together.

Throwing a leg over that same spot that Santi had smacked, you lower yourself slowly onto Frankie’s thigh, taking pleasure in his sharp intake of breath as you do so. He’s so warm and solid beneath you, his muscles flexing at your touch, the movement bringing you into even more intimate contact with him. Hands on his shoulders, you grind down against him, savoring his heat and strength.

“Hey, baby,” he grins up at you.

“Hey, love.” And then you’re kissing him. Unable to hold you, he hitches his thigh to draw you closer. His kisses are hungry, insistent, all tongue and teeth and ragged panting into your open mouth. You melt into him, one arm wound around his neck, the other dropping between you to grasp his cock. Frankie hisses at your touch, his swollen length twitching against your palm.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressed to yours as he rolls his hips and fucks your fist. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You too,” you gasp, your slick folds dragging against him. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

You could finish this way. Skin to skin and mouth to mouth, shuddering and gasping as you roll together. Frankie knows it too. Feels it, that moment when your hips begin to stutter, your movements turning sloppy, desperate. His brows draw together and he starts to swear in low, rapid Spanish. You only catch a few words, a string of muttered pleas, or possibly curses. It’s sacred. Profane. Saints and sinners, heaven and hell, blood and soul.

It’s everything.

Santi’s at your back once more, his hands on your hips and a wicked smile pursing his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you, Fish. Need me to fill it up?”

He lifts you up just far enough to push his cock between your sex and Frankie’s thigh. It’s slick and obscene and you think you could cum just from the sight of his swollen cock jutting between your thighs. You grind down, riding both of them, grip tightening around Frankie as his brows pinch at the sight, his tether clearly about to snap.

Santi sees it too.

“That’s enough.” When neither of you slow, he hauls you bodily apart. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Stern amusement tinges his voice but you know he means it.

“God damn it, Santi!” Every part of your body crackles with frustrated energy. You feel like a live wire casting off sparks, any one of them capable of setting off the wildfire building beneath your skin.

Frankie’s no better off. He’s fighting for control, unwilling to let either of you down, despite how badly he needs to cum.

You’re not sure how much longer either of you can take this.

This time, Santi doesn’t make you wait for his next move. He puts you where he wants you - on your knees in front of him, your ass in the air, eye level with Frankie’s cock. This time you don’t wait for permission, not from Santi. You lower your mouth onto Frankie, swallowing him eagerly, and nodding encouragement when his hips buck.

“Baby,” he groans. You hum and swirl your tongue around his blunt tip. Salt and musk lay heavy on your tongue and when he bumps the back of your throat, you drool contentedly around him.

Santi wraps a hand around your hip, steadying you as he pushes into your slick heat with a low moan. He chuckles approvingly when you push back against him.

“This what you needed?”

“Mmf-hmmm,” you mumble around Frankie’s cock, your nods pushing him even deeper down your throat. He gives a strangled groan and his hips jerk.

“Shit, I’m so close.”

Your skin feels tight, tingling, as you hang suspended between them, filled to the brim and so close to the bright edge of release. You can feel it barreling towards you as they move in tandem, white-hot pleasure building deep inside and threatening to burst behind your eyes.

When your inner walls begin to flutter, Santi wraps a hand around your throat and growls “don’t you do it.”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply not to cum just from that.

It’s only when you wrestle back control that you realize they’ve both gone still. Santi to prolong your torment, and Frankie because he knows if he so much as twitches, he’ll cum straight down your throat. Your cunt is throbbing with need and tears prick behind your eyes. You’re at the end of your rope, and Frankie’s fraying fast.

Carefully, you ease back and off of him and turn pleading eyes to your other mate.

“Santi, I love you, but if you don’t let us cum we might actually die.”

He lays one hand on your cheek, eyes softening when you lean into his touch. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Leaning in, he kisses you soft and slow, then nods towards Frankie’s bound hands. “Go on, then.”

Before you can even reach for the belt, Frankie twists himself free, as if it weren’t leather restraining him, but only Santi’s word. He’s on you in a rush, scooping you onto his lap in grasping Santi’s shoulder to pull him closer in the same rough movement.

They fuck you between them, their cocks gliding in and out and together until you writhe as one in an eager, desperate rhythm. Your kisses grow sloppy as you gasp and cling, one set of teeth scraping over your jaw while another tongue plunders your open mouth. It’s slick and needy and then -

And then your breath catches, pleasure spiraling to a molten pinpoint, then exploding like a star. You shake and tremble in their arms, only their sweat-slick limbs propping your liquid body up as you dissolve between them. Frankie groans, nearly undone, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, a look of martyred focus on his face, but Santi grasps the back of his head, keeping the other man’s gaze fixed on his.

“Do it,” he orders, eyes burning like coals. “Fucking cum.”

As if from a great distance, you feel Frankie’s hold tighten as his spine stiffens, then a hot, pulsing rush as he cums. Even as his lips part on a ragged moan, his furrowed brow smooths, relief flooding him even as he fills you.

Only when both of you sag, finally, finally sated, does Santi find his own end, burying himself inside you with a satisfied grunt and spilling deep inside.

The next several minutes pass in a haze. Frankie’s fingers intertwining with yours. Santi’s forehead dropping to your shoulder. Your lips brushing over their brows, noses, eyelids. Lingering, affectionate touches, meant to soothe and ground. Muscles trembling, and with breathy chuckles at your baby-deer limbs, the three of you somehow lower yourselves onto the mattress, legs still tangled and bodies draped over each other, unwilling or unable to let go just yet.

Or maybe ever.

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Santiago Garcia x Reader #Frankie Morales x You #Santiago Garcia x You #Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales #Triple Frontier fic #Insatiable #Fic #My fic

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originalcollectionartistry · 1 year

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Part 3: No More Waiting

Here is the requested part 3 to Guess I Waited too long. Honestly I just wrote that fic to process my own emotions about episode 13 and did not think I'd get any notice on those fics. I'm so sorry for the long wait! I finally had some reprieve to edit and post but I promise I have been working on it since part 2.

Also that season finale was NOT OKAY!! I cried for a full day so I definitely had to finish this to give myself and others comfort and lots of therapy. After this, I will write quite a few fix it fics if anyone requests them cause that was not on.

I've never really published anything I've written but I would hope this 3 part series gave my fellow Tech lovers a little therapy.

My stories are 18+. Minors begone.

I honestly don't know the word count so enjoy the numberless paragraphs of sex.

Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. PiV sex, unprotected, NSFW, explicit PiV, crude language, aftercare, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), just filth. Pure filth

Also Cid is not a backstabbing asshole in this cause she shouldn't have done that to the boys or Omega

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy you horny bastards!

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You had returned to Pabu over 40 rotations ago and you and Tech had been... less than affectionate. Honestly, you didn't mind. Tech was still quite new to the whole relationship thing and you certainly did not want to push him. You loved the man and would be as patient as possible. But Maker were you horny! Why did he have to be so damned attractive? Everything he did just made you think about how he'd feel against you, inside you. He really did not realise how much you needed him.

Phee had returned shortly after you and the boys, successfully clearing yours and their name. Cid was callous and harsh but she could be understanding when she wanted to be. Besides, the Batch were her best assets. She wasn't going to risk severing ties. Apparently the whole reason she'd left them stranded was the Empire had finally made its way to Ord Mantell. She needed time and a way to keep the boys out of the Empire's sight. Easiest way was keeping them away. Course she had to act all threatening; she couldn't risk anyone think she'd gone soft.

"So... it's safe to come back?" Omega asked.

"Only if ya want. If you're happy on where you are, I'll just send stuff your way. It's how I keep Phee invested." Cid shrugged. Maybe she had changed after all. Or Omega crawled her way into Cid's cold heart.

You looked over at Tech, meeting his eyes. You nodded your head over towards the Marauder, wanting to talk to him. He nodded back and followed you quietly to the ship. You were pacing, which confused him. You hadn't mentioned any upset or anger since the mission so to see you anxious worried him.

"Mesh'la? Is something wrong?"

You looked at your man, your handsome sexy man. "Nothing you can't fix my love... I miss you."

Tech cocked his head to the side. "I'm right here. Why would you miss me?"

You sighed and tapped your lips, a small signal to him that you wanted a kiss. "I miss feeling you darling. We've been busy lately. We haven't had any time together.... alone."

Tech smiled, understanding what you wanted. He approached you, hands finding their place on your hips. Touching his forehead to yours, it was a moment of pure love and intimacy. Neither of you could believe how lucky you were to be together and hoped nothing would ever come between you.

"Well cyare, how do you propose we rectify this? Surely the ship is not a place for such intimate affairs?"

You smiled, knowing he was genuinely curious as to how you'd find time. You weren't worried though; Tech was a man of curiosity. You knew he'd do whatever you wanted him to to make sure you were fully satisfied.

“No but that’s definitely something I’d like to do eventually. We shouldn’t rush it so how about we have dinner tomorrow and just see where the night takes us!”

Tech nodded, giving you a kiss. “Sounds good my darling. Now how about we get back before Wrecker comes looking?”

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Dinner was quiet but sweet. Plus the food was perfect; you and Tech had some sort of connection where you two working in tandem in the kitchen was second nature. This caused every new recipe to be perfect and well done!

Cuddling on the couch in your borrowed home, you felt more than content. You really couldn't be happier. After so much drama, it was nice to have a space your own and settle down. You weren't 100% sure what Tech's thoughts were but you knew him and his brothers had been talking about moving permanently to Pabu and honestly? After the shit you dealt with on Ord Mantell, settling down in a bungalow on an island paradise with the man you love was more than what you'd ever ask for.

Tech pressed his lips to your temple, allowing you to let out a small sigh of happiness. It wasn’t often you two had quiet moments like this. You were either helping around town or tech was working on the ship.

You turned your head upward, wanting a kiss, which Tech happily gave. It was clear you two were pent up however as the chaste kiss soon turned heated, tongues battling for dominance. You were quick to straddle your beau’s waist, slowly grinding down on his crotch. Tech let out a groan of lust at your ministrations, wanting more. He went to push his goggles up over his head but you stopped him.

“Keep them on,” you whispered in his ear. “I want you to see me clearly.” You ground down harder, making Tech cry out in pleasure. “Plus I like you with your goggles on.”

Tech nodded quickly. “Of course mesh’la! Whatever you’d like tonight, it’s yours!” His hand came to your chest, gently palming your sensitive breasts. He wasted no time in gently pulling at the buttons, wanting to see more.

It was a beautiful thing, you thought. That you of all people could make the intelligent clone desperate and inarticulate. It made you swell with pride; giving you the confidence to slowly move off his waist and onto the floor. Unbuckling Tech's belt was a task and a half. You always knew it would be cause dear god that man had ALL the pockets strapped to his waist. Buckle after buckle, you eventually became frustrated enough where you sat back and started pouting.

Tech chuckled, leaning forwards, he took your chin in his hand. "Something wrong, cyare?"

You glared at him and then his pants. "You know damn well what's wrong! YOU HAVE TOO MANY POCKETS!!"

He laughed softly before taking over removing his bottoms. As he removed his jeans he laughed again. "My darling, you must work on your patience. Plus my pockets can hold many things... like remotes to certain toys?"

You gawked, never having considered that. Tech could and probably would make you writhe in constant pleasure while no one would be wise to the situation. The mere idea made you feel your undies become soaked. This was definitely something you’d have to discuss later. Who would’ve known that Tech would be kinky! You loved it and absolutely wanted to explore more scenarios with your love. But right now...

“Just help me undress you, smart-ass!”

Tech laughed before continuing to remove his clothing for you. He knew you had patience but the more desperate you became, the less patience you’d be. He pulled you back up onto his waist, bringing you in for another passionate kiss. Your frustration at his clothing disappearing into his soft lips.

You pulled away and knelt back onto the floor, pulling his cock out of its confines. Your mouth started to water, the tip glistening with pre cum. You gave an experimental lick from the base to the frenulum. You heard Tech suck in a breath, gaining courage to take all of him in your mouth. Eventually finding a rhythm, you bobbed your head, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Tech was gasping, the feeling of your warm mouth overwhelming him. His hands found purchase at the back of your head, gripping your hair at its roots. The slight pressure on your scalp caused you to release a low moan, sending vibrations down Tech’s cock.

“Kark cyare! You’re perfect! It's like your mouth was made for me!”

You smiled, giving him a little suck at his tip as a thank you. You felt him start to buck into your mouth and you knew he was getting close.

“Mesh’la, please! If you keep going like that I’m going to cum. I’d rather do that inside you!” he whimpered.

You pulled off with a pop, smiling gently up at him. “Of course my love. Anything you’d like.”

Now it was your turn to completely undress. Tech had already taken care of your top, leaving you in your bra and pants. You wanted to tease him so you slinked away from your love’s lap, standing before him. You started to sway your hips in a figure 8 motion while feeling yourself up and down. You smirked when you saw Tech lean back and palm himself, obviously liking what he was seeing. Reaching back, you unclipped your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. You chuckled a little at Tech’s expression.

His mouth was pressed into a line, and he was looking up at you desperate for you to do something other than dance. He wanted, no NEEDED, you to touch him. He was stiff, trying not to melt into a puddle of submission to your will. While he loved when you took charge, he really wanted to be in control tonight.

You shimmied out of your pants, pulling your underwear with them. Straddling Tech’s waist again, you started suckling at his neck again, leaving as many marks as possible.

“Darling, as much as I love this, I think we need to move to the bedroom. I would hate for someone to catch us in a state of undress,” Tech panted. He stood, gripping your thighs to keep you where you were. You squealed at the sudden change of position, wrapping your legs tighter round his waist.

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.”

He gently place you on the bed, hovering over your body. His kisses made you breathless but you couldn't muster a care. His lips were too soft, too sweet. Oxygen was overrated anyway, you thought as his lips left yours to trail down your neck again. Leaving little hickies and bruises all over, Tech continued his mission lower, kissing over your breasts, your belly, until he reached his destination. Kissing up your thighs, teasing you, he decided to leave more spots, hickies only he would know about and would remind you who you belong to.

"Teeeccchh!" you whined, "Stop teasing!" You bucked your hips towards his face, wanting to feel his mouth on you.

He smirked, pushing his goggles up his nose. "And who am I to deny such a pretty thing?" One lick from your entrance to your clit had you crying out in pleasure and relief. Finally!

He ate you out like a man dying of thirst, suckling your little button like his life depended on it. You were certain you'd lose your voice before the main event at how much Tech had you crying out and moaning.

"Kriff! Kark Tech! How did you get so good at this?" you cried out.

He only answered in a moan against your clit, sending vibrations down your whole lower half. He may not have had much relationship experience but he did read up and research every single erogenous zone a woman of your species could have. Thankfully, humans were quite easy to research as male and females had similar erogenous zones. Tech paid special attention to your vulva and clit, stimulating it in every way possible.

Once he thought you were sufficiently lubricated, he started probing your entrance with one finger, before sinking inside. You screamed, not expecting it but welcoming the intrusion. His fingers were long and reached that perfect spongy spot just inside. Curling his fingers in a come hither, he added a second and eventually a third.

You felt so incredibly full, becoming more and more overstimulated with each pump of Tech's fingers. You were so close, that knot in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more tight. Tech could feel your clenching around his fingers, knowing you were close to your finish.

"Come on cyare. Cum for me. It's okay," he murmured against your clit.

It didn't take too long for you to reach that precipice. You fell over that edge, every muscle in your body freezing as you saw stars behind your eyes. It took you a moment to catch your breath, Tech gently kissing your thighs as you came down from your high.

"Karking hells... that was amazing love!" you moaned out.

Tech crawled back up your body, kissing every piece of skin he could reach. "Don't pass out on me yet cyar'ika. We're not done yet."

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on your tongue and it made you whimper against him. Tech pulled away and smiled softly as he lined himself with your dripping cunt. Just the feeling of his tip against you made you buck your hips, wanting more.

"You ready darling?"

"Tech, I swear if you don't fuck me, I'll find someone who will!"

Tech laughed, knowing you were all talk. You didn't make yourself suffer through hurt and jealousy just to walk away when he teased. Slowly entering your warm walls, it took every bit of Tech's willpower not to bottom out instantly. You felt so good! So warm, so tight and inviting.

You used your legs to pull Tech deeper, not caring about slow anymore. You needed more! Your movements caused Tech to lose balance and hilt himself inside, making him curse something you never thought you'd hear.

"FUCK darling!! You're going to be the death of me if you keep doing that."

You giggled, rolling your eyes like the brat you were. Tech started to move, slowly in and out, allowing you to become accustomed to his size. You closed your eyes, biting your lip in ecstacy. Thank the Maker for Jango Fett's DNA cause you knew every clone would be well endowed but Tech was genetically enhanced so you knew his intelligence came with other perks as well.

Tech started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours deliciously. His pelvic bone gently hit your clit with every thrust, it did not take very long for your orgasm to approach quickly again. Why did he have to be so good at this? He'd give you so much pleasure you'd be unable to walk. Tech was perfect in every way, shape and form.

Wanting to prolong, you used all your strength to flip Tech over so you'd be on top.

"Taking control are we, cyare?"

In response you ground down, loving the hiss of pleasure he drew. Grinding down gently, you teased him. Tech bucked up into you, letting you know it wasn't fair to tease.

"Darling please! You know I don't last long in this position! The angle in which I enter you is quite possibly the most pleasurable and if i continue at this pace I won't last and be able to give you the pleasure you deserve."

You smiled, loving it when he started to go on a tangent. Knowing this particular one was because of you was delicious to say the least. So, you tortured him a little longer. You continued to ride him, bracing yourself on his chest. Tech's hands flew to your hips, forcing you down even more onto his cock with each thrust. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving little crescent marks on his pecs. You could feel him start to stutter his hips and while you loved the feeling of it, you did not want the fun to end yet. This was the man you loved and you were going to give him whatever he wanted at this point. So you flipped back over, letting him be back on top.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. You heart was bursting and you once again felt that little knot becoming tighter and tighter. This time, you did not want to tease. Tech thrusted harder and faster, feeling your cunt pulse and grip him like a vice. His hips stuttered a bit and you both knew neither would last much longer.

"Darling, where?"

You moaned loudly, loving the feelings you had. "Inside me my love! Fill me up with your cum!"

A few thrusts later, you felt warmth spreading through your lower half and felt Tech release inside you. You fell off your precipice, seeing the galaxy behind your eyelids. Muscles tensed and relaxed, riding your orgasm out.

You felt Tech collapse against you, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little kisses. You relaxed your legs from around his waist and he turned you both onto your sides, cuddling into you further.

"You feeling okay?" you rasped, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm" he moaned. Tech lifted his head and adjusted his goggles. "More than okay cyare. I'm spent."

You laughed a little at that, feeling the exact same. Tech got out of bed, leaving you a little shiver at the lack of his body heat, but promptly returned with two canteens and a wet cloth. Spreading your legs, he gently wiped away any cum that was left on your skin. He gently encouraged you to go pee because "urination helps with clearing out any disease or sperm that may be left" but you scoffed.

"I'll pee later! Just come cuddle me please? I need a nap after that."

Nodding, Tech crawled back in next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. Snuggling in, you inhaled a breath of his scent, loving the man. You felt your heart rates calm down and slow as you cuddled. You were essentially fucked out and loved Tech for knowing your body so well.

"You're thinking very loudly mesh'la."

You smiled and curled into his chest more. "I'm sorry love. Just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too my darling. Now try and get some sleep. I have set tomorrow aside for us and I plan to use it well."

You smiled, blushing hard. You didn't know what Tech had in mind but you were excited for it. A whole uninterrupted day with the man you love? A certain yes please.

You slipped Tech's goggles off his head and set them on the nightstand. No indents for this clone. As you looked over you felt a rush of emotion run through you.

No more waiting you thought. You both had waited long enough to be together. Blast the Empire, the rebellion, the crime lords and everything horrible in the galaxy. You had everything you needed right there next to you.

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Hopefully it's what you all hoped for! As always criticism is always welcome as long as its kind and constructive. Thank you for all the love in the last month or so. If anyone wants anymore please feel free to reach out with requests!

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luvring · 1 year

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today has been a fucking rough day. If ur comfortable w it, could we get a trans/nonbinary gender affirming scenario w a touchstarved Character (I have a huge preference for Vere, but whichever character u feel like writing ab works too, it’s up to you) please and tysm for ur time

TS CAST WITH TRANS/NB READER

TW: dysphoria / transphobia

tried to do as many hcs as i could for diff situations but if u wanted specific things let me know and i can do a scenario :] i put notes before bullets so you can skip if they aren't applicable or may trigger you! (if anyone sees smth that i missed or should change pls let me know) i hope the next few days are kinder to u nonnie 🤍 love u and i hope u know ur valid and always welcome here 🫂

VERE

vere's demeanor immediately gets serious when he notices you're upset. he's dropping whatever he was doing and coming closer, pulling you somewhere quiet if you aren't there already

feeling dysphoric | if you were just feeling dysphoric, he jumps straight into comfort, whatever that means for you. do you want a distraction? do you want to talk about it?

he'll double down on any preferred compliments for a while, making sure to casually use them in your conversations. if you start questioning your appearance or get worried about being seen as someone you're not, he shakes his head and tells you to look at him. keeps direct eye contact so you know he's absolutely serious with the compliments he's about to say.

vere would also help you buy clothes that made you feel confident. fully supports dressing up and the importance of clothing. you guys aren't leaving until you agree with him about being the best-looking couple in the city

masc (prince) | gets you to try on something so so fancy so he can tease you, "are you sure you aren't hiding some royal bloodline from me? am i unknowingly dating a prince of some far away land?"

fem (beautiful) | eventually picks that outfit you keep eyeing every time you walk past the mannequin. you come out and he's extremely pleased. "i knew you'd look beautiful in it, what took you so long to try it on?"

gn/androgynous | after time, he gets a good handle on what you lean towards and brings you ? such a good fucking outfit where the fuck did he find this? "i think you have the title of the most stunning person in eridia."

borrowing his clothes | if it meant you wanted something from his closet, of course he'd let you wear it out. he thinks you might look better in that top than him, and he already has the perfect accessories to go with it

dealt with transphobia | if it was because of something someone said, he makes a mental note to look for them. genuinely pissed off but hides it well enough (you know both the fact that he's angry on your behalf but also that you right now are his priority)

so while he makes sure to call them on their shit and call them a stupid pathetic asshole,,, the filth on the bottom of his shoe,,, vere prioritizes getting you somewhere that feels safer so he can take care of you for the rest of the day

tells you your gender isn't up for debate. the only person who gets to question your gender is You in which case he'd still be supporting you as long as you were happy.

he reminds you that it has never been, and never will be hard or a burden to recognize you for who you are and to respect your identity. he's always going to see you as you, and you'll always be able to trust him to love and respect you.

affirming your chosen name | don't know if this is really specific but like,, vere seems like he'd compliment your name? he'd smile as he tells you that it fits you perfectly, and it's maybe his favourite thing to say.

vere gets softer with you in general behind closed doors, i think. he lets you get away with things that others wouldn't, but that lenience/softness somehow multiplies when you're having a bad day

you want to cuddle in bed all day and play with his tail or ears? that's fine with him. you want to take a bath or shower together because having him there to help wash you gets your mind off of everything? sounds lovely! do you want a scented soap? you want to go to the wet wick for drinks or to meet up with the others? Maybe questions your taste but gets up and ready with you of course. do you want to stay in with him and just spend some time together? let him get some tea going and go get a blanket, neither of you are leaving for as long as you need him

omg. vere drawing you with like,, whatever style or haircut or look makes you happiest just so you can have it. let him remind you that that's You in his mind, and he'll do whatever's needed to get you there

THE OTHERS (/ ALL)

the urge to use inanimate objects and abstract concepts to explain your gender. while not all of them would initially, or maybe ever fully understand, i really think they'd try so so hard. they'd agree with you and say yes you Do have the energy of that little cat with rain boots standing in a puddle. yes you ARE a mystical fantasy forest. that depiction of an otherworldly creature has your vibes. to be so honest i Am curious about what mhin would describe their gender as if asked

ment. of misgendering | not a single person is getting away with misgendering you (with malintent) in front of any of them, much less all of them together. daggers are getting shot into their soul from every angle until somebody corrects them

ment of transphobia | sometimes just,, seeing it on the news or wherever else is overwhelming enough. it's hard and frustrating and heartbreaking and emotionally ? just not a good time. let any of them know that you'd like some comfort or a distraction and they'll be there, whatever you need.

mhin will take you to sit and talk on the roof, hand you some treats to feed the strays on your way there. thinking about a scenario where you and mhin are with the cats and the both of you talk about how cats are just,, so much better than people sometimes. cats can't be verbal assholes they just meow. this also works with ais and his pets of course

you could literally ask kuras to help with a haircut and he would maybe First of all suggest going to a professional, but ultimately stand in the washroom with scissors ready if you don't want to. LOL

wearing makeup | ais and his red eyeliner will help you try a new make-up look if you ask. vere and his what I think is eyeliner/eye shadow would also help. either of them would do their best to follow your inspiration, and also teach you how to do it if you don't know how !

masc presenting | not just vere but like,, any of the guys will let you try on their clothes. if you don't like it or they don't fit (considering kuras is fucking 6 foot 6.) they'll take you shopping ! suggest their favourite brands and places and do their best to get you a closet you're happy with.

mhin lets you check their closet too and i'm so sure they know some kind of like,, lesser known store that has the most Gender Fucking Clothes. THEIR TOP? THE CLOAK? be serious where did you get this tell me your secrets

and i think it's a given but just a reminder that if you use multiple names they're all going to switch between them regularly,, the same with pronouns.

the next points just give you (cute) little moments where terms would be used for you to think about! :) the entire cast would use the terms that make you happiest, when they make you happiest. just let them know if you'd prefer one type over the other today, and of course they'll happily oblige :]

masc | (boyfriend) leander grins happily while he introduces you to people as his boyfriend. (handsome) and calling you handsome has become one of his favourite things to do. would go "hey handsome, you come around often?" when he catches you sitting at the bar of the wet wick

(he/him pronouns) | ais. help me. get the "i'm he's" joke AWAY FROM HIM! he won't let it go like he'll get drunk and order matching shirts that say I'm He's on it if you don't stop him i'm so serious. said it out loud to the others once and they "?" but went with it anyways. someone asks you "are you sure you want to be he's?" but don't laugh (do laugh.)

gn | (partner) i don't know kuras's sleeping schedule but i feel like either way if he catches you up late he tells you you should sleep. you say You're up right now and he shakes his head. "i'm finishing something up, and you're my partner who i want to be well-rested. i'll be up in a few minutes, i promise."

while i don't really see mhin as someone who really uses…words of affirmation…whenever they do compliment you they Mean it. at first they just say "you look nice," but then you catch them flustered and unable to look at you and ??? they say they're fine. the outfit you've chosen for tonight is just...really you. it's one of their favourite looks on you and it's the best one you could have chosen and they're really trying not to stare please look away they're dying

fem | (pretty) leander conjuring up a flower and tucking it behind your ear and saying it looks pretty, but you look prettier. to be honest he gives me casual compliment vibes either way, you could probably walk down the stairs and he'd say "well doesn't someone look pretty today?" bro you said that yesterday and the day before

(gorgeous) i totally see kuras as someone who while going on a stroll with you through the market will immediately notice if something catches your eye. whatever gorgeous piece of jewelry you thought you'd be stuck thinking of for the next 3 months? he buys it for you right there. "though i think you're still more gorgeous than it, it looks perfect on you," he says with a smile.

#touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved kuras #nia + touchstarved #this was getting. quite long. so i stopped #just know that no matter what i say they would all support u to the best of their abilities #i hope this could help u a little nonnie. hugs u

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multifandominfj · 7 months

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Fourteen: Let The Party Begin

“Okay everyone, they should be on their way.” Kelly announced. “Kara has no idea about any of this, and most of you she hasn’t seen since the wedding.”

“I gotta say, Lena sure knows how to throw a party.” Sara brings Ava a Martini while they wait.

“I loved your proposal, babe, but I’m even going to admit this has the makings of a Hallmark movie proposal. If that Hallmark movie were also based on fanfiction.” Ava commented.

“Those may be unrealistic…” Iris joins them at their table.

“But you have to admit, Kara and Lena are what those couples should be in the movies.” Sam finished Iris’s thought, practically the same thing.

On the far side of the room we’re Barry, Cat and Lois.

“Cat, I’m surprised with your busy schedule, you managed to make it tonight.” Lois brings over a Bourbon on the rocks for Cat.

“When my best reporter and Editor and Chief is getting engaged to the woman who single handedly helped jump start the re-brand of CatCo with her foundation’s feature piece on female run businesses, I made sure to make time.” Cat takes a long sip of her drink.

“Come on, Miss Grant.” Barry gave her a knowing look. Kara had told him many stories about how Cat genuinely cared, she just had her image to upkeep.

“Oh, sweet, innocent, slightly naïve Bartholomew. If I didn’t know any better, you were acting like an alternate universe version of that charming insect man in those comic books movies; who most definitely drank the blood of a vampire to look as good as he does, to get me to reveal how I’m really feeling...”

Lois was the human embodiment of the wide eyed emoji. She was dying to see how this would play out.

“That, my dear human battery charger, is between Kiera and I. But, if it will satisfy the very clear, and annoyingly eager newborn puppy energy radiating off you…I am…beyond happy for the both of them.” Cat chugged the rest of her Bourbon. “Excuse me, I’m going to go take advantage of the open bar.”

Stifling her laughter from not only the reveal of Barry’s full name, but Cat reading him to filth, Lois had a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bartholomew? Oh, I’m never going to let that go.”

Over by the window in one of the more lounge areas, Nia and Esme were having some girls' time. “Here you go Esme, one Dream Girl.” Nia sets before her a tall glass of a lemon-lime soda, blueberry simple syrup and blue curaçao syrup with a blueberry garnish; the virgin mocktail of her actual drink.

“They gave you your own drink, Aunt Nia?” Esme stared at both in awe. “Have you had one before? I would be bragging about it all the time.” Picking up the drink, she took a big sip to savor.

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it?” Nia gleefully took a sip of her own cocktail as she waited for the verdict from Esme. “So, what do you think?”

“It is the best thing in National City, ever.” Esme giggled. “Do you think Aunt Kara is going to like the surprise?

“Not only do I think your Aunt Kara is going to like the party with all of us here, I think she’s going to like the way your Aunt Lena is going to ask her to marry her.” The plot twist: Lena had texted Nia that day that she had learned “Will you Marry Me?” in Kryptonian to surprise Kara. Just another layer to make the night memorable.

And closer to the doors were J’onn, Ruby, Kelly and Alex. “So Ruby, your mom told me that you managed to get an internship with Lena at her Foundation?” Kelly slides that into their conversation.

“I did!” Ruby loved telling people about her job for two reasons: she wanted to inspire others, and she wanted to make a difference in the world. “For my Business Administration class we had to write a paper on our favorite CEO, and…I actually chose Aunt Lena. I actually brought that as her engagement party present. And, for Aunt Kara I got her a cookbook that has all different kinds of potsticker recipes.”

“I think she just put everyone here to shame when it comes to gifts.” Alex jokingly nudged her shoulder. “But seriously, those are some of the best ideas I’ve heard, and I know they’re going to love them.”

“And I think I speak for everyone not only at this table, but everyone here in general, that this party is the culmination of a long and winding history that has ended with hardly any stress.” Nobody said it, but J’onn had definitely jinxed it.

“Attention everyone!” Brainy had come in from outside, watching for Kara and Lena. “Kara and Lena have landed a block away and there is a 96.4% chance they will see the rest of you if you don’t get to the designated hidden area behind the wall.”

“I guess that's our cue.” Iris starts to lead everybody in that direction.

“That means we better hide too. Kara doesn’t even know we’re here.” Kelly picked up Esme as the immediate family went to a different designated area.

“I think Aunt Kara is going to be speechless, which is a first since she likes to talk a lot.” Esme jokingly burned her family, another Danvers thing she picked up rather quickly.

“I think you might be right, kiddo.” Alex gave Kelly a look as if to say, “She gets that from me, and I apologize in advance.” all while stifling a chuckle.

*Meanwhile outside the door*

“I still can’t believe you managed to get the whole restaurant…just for us.” Kara stared up at the iridescent neon sign above them, before meeting Lena’s gaze once more. “I know I say this all the time, but you’re incredible.”

“You’re worth it, Kara. Always have been.” And as she opened the door, and they both stepped inside in unison…

“SURPRISE!!!!!”

“Oh my god!” Kara’s identifiable cackling through her shock was her sign that she definitely loved the surprise. “How did you get everyone here?” Everyone filed over to give Kara a hug.

“Well, it’s not every day one of your friends decides to not only reveal their identity, but get an entire spread in a magazine as well? We had to come.” Sara’s signature dimples accompanied her to give Kara a hug. “Might I add, those photos…I may be married, but I stand by what I said when we first met.” They both then exchanged a knowing grin.

“Now that everyone is here, I think we can get this party started.” Alex declared throughout the entire room.

“Alex is right.” Kara was already at the center of the dance floor. “Brainy, please tell me you have a good playlist on that computer of yours.”

“Fear not, for I have several that are a 100% chance to have everyone getting down at the gig, as they would say on this Drag Race.”

Nia nods with approval at the use of vocab.

With the push of a button, everyone was immediately having fun. All inhibitions were gone, and the guests were being absolutely ridiculous in the best possible way.

“So what time do you plan on popping the question?” Cat pulled Lena aside before they joined in the fun.

“Before dessert.” Lena quickly answered, having thought to herself she’d hesitate.

“As much as that sounds like something out of an Indie Rom Com, that’s perfect. Especially for Kiera. Cat cracked a rare, unforced smile. And in front of Lena.

“Thank you, Miss Grant.” Lena hung back a bit, just to watch the love of her life, be the absolute goofball she fell for in the first place. And within the next few hours of everyone eating, drinking and dancing the night away, they would all be present for a declaration of love for the ages.

Here is Chapter 14, guys! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, I ended up getting busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. 🤗

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorp endgame #supergirl cw #katie mcgrath #lena luthor #kara danvers #melissa benoist #fanfic #fanfiction #my otp #i miss them #they own my heart #future writers in the writers room #author in the making #queer writers #all of the fluff and cuteness before the angst #i love proposals

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plushii-gutz · 4 months

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I don't usually post vent writings, but i genuinely like what I wrote and I think other ppl would relate lolz

It's relatively short so if you aren't a heavy reader hopefully this is bearable ehhshd

Uh I also wanna point out that this isn't directed towards any of yall, this is about IRLs who fucked up my life 💞

The swan and the spill

There once stood a lake.

The water, clear as crystals, and rippled like glitter. The sun was warm, and not a day was bitter - until the people came.

Their machines were loud. No animal could sleep. The air was heavy, and the future seemed bleak. They took the sky and took the trees. They took the grass but left the leaves.

The birds soon returned from their long winter break, and each took a turn to bathe in the lake. It was soon discovered the water was ill, when the swan wouldn't join - not even her bill.

"What's that?" Said a goose, her beak turned upright. "It smells like rot! Such a terrible sight!"

"It's disgusting! Awful!" Her partner would exclaim. He looked among the rest - who was to blame? Their feathers were sticky, and it was hard to fly. How could they possibly ever get by?

"Oil," said the duck, her young now filthy. she could only cry, her heart feeling guilty.

"It's been so long," said a fox, old and gaunt, "since a nightmare like this had come back to haunt. Humans had left us. The land wasn't theirs. But they're coming for it again - they scared off the bears."

The birds had noticed other animals missing. They hear no barks, no squeaks, no hissing.

"What do we do?" Mother Duck would quack, lifting her ducklings onto her back.

"I will help," said the swan. "My feathers are clean! I can wipe you down until your own gleam!"

"You would?" Said the goose. "I should!" Said the swan. "I can work and work until it is dawn. I'll do anything to help even the smallest one. I promise I'll work until the job is done!"

The rest were hesitant to let the swan help, but the water would sting - the geese began to yelp. They accepted her offer, and one after one, the birds grew cleaner, and their flying begun.

"Thank you," said the duck. "Thank you," said the geese. The praise meant a lot, to say the least.

She didn't notice her feathers growing dark, how heavy her neck felt, like she was falling apart.

But the swan felt joy. Her friends were alright! They took off into the sky with brilliant light.

"Last one," said the swan, and she wiped the fox clean. She was so tired, she couldn't even preen.

The fox ran, and Swan yelled "What about me? I helped everyone else from this lake flee!"

"What about you?" The fox would laugh, "you've done your job. We don't need you anymore."

"But I helped you. You need to help me!"

"You're covered in filth. Everyone's filth. There's no saving you. No one could handle how ruined you are."

"But I helped!" Swan cried. She watched as her last friend disappeared. She was alone.

"But I helped."

She was too tired to carry on with the burden on her feathers. Swan could only hope for something better, in this world or another.

#vent #tw vent #the swan and the spill #writing #short story #vent writing #original character

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lexpressobean · 1 year

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Help I'm suddenly plagued with thoughts of Popstar Sensation!Shino AU. It's so dumb.

He can sing. He can dance. He can play guitar and piano. Dude's all kinds of popular. He always seems to be so poised and mysterious in interviews, yet on stage he's, like, crazy athletic with his showmanship and his presence makes itself known. His main asset is his Grade A Coolness. But surprise! He's actualy a Tripple Threat Musician! He's also a talented actor! But, no one really knows about the last one. Why? Because there's always a camera in his face in public. So he's always acting.

On stage he goes by simply Moritaka (play on source material). In reality, he's still the same old Shino Aburame we know. He's still a huge nerd and Insects are still his special interest. He plays many instruments due to his upbringing but keeps that on the DL because his Record Label has this Image for him. He sings lovely sweet nothings and danceable anthems on stage, but when he pours his soul into his writing, it's more raw and sad, usually very cathartic and often with a hint of bitterness. Not something that can rake in the success as easily as the Pop Music he adapts to as it's given to him, but it helps him cope. He loves his layers goddamn it, and sometimes he feels like a clown on stage with these "fashion savvy" outfits they pick out for him. He especially misses his glasses on stage but he can manage well enough with his contacts, though they do really irritate him sometimes.

Shibi had made the choice to hide Shino from the public eye as much as he possibly could from a young age, so very few people could figure out what he looked like as a kid, especially after he chose to start wearing prescription sunglasses specifically.

He lives a sort of Hannah Montana double life with a "Lucky" by Britney Spears flavoring. Except he started as a young adult, 20's sensation, so he's also unfortunately sexualized to a much higher degree right off the bat and the heavy emphasis on his looks can be very tough on his skin, let alone his nerves and insides. But he's not blind to his own attractiveness. Plus he'd be damned if the constant dieting and working out didn't amount to anything. His day job is less of a job and more he acts like a nerd about his beloved bugs and is very active as Shino in online communities dedicated to Insect love and information. In fact, days off for Moritaka include Shino being secretly Philanthropic and he's always furthering his education in one way or another. He didn't become a sensation over night, his family's been in the Music Business, but the Label would have you believe he was a nobody who made it big of course. He probably did this against his family's wishes tbh and the secret identity was to give the name Aburame absolutely no credit. Spite is such a motivator you guys, and selling his soul for sum amount of years means he can do what he realy likes in his free time. When he has it, anyway.

The fun part for me, the main part for me, is that all his old classmates don't recognize him as Moritaka. But, they're all fans to some degree. Especially Ino and Naruto, the two who were the meanest to him for no good reason lmao

Ino thinks he so unbearably handsome and can watch the same dancing clip over and over again. Naruto genuinely likes his music, who cares if it's Pop!? It's super catchy and super good, that's the point!!

Just... imagine Ino and Naruto winning two VIP tickets to one of Moritaka's Bigger Concerts and they're going feral the whole time and Shino has to refrain from reading them to absolute filth and revealing his true identity during backstage access and dinner and an after party or whatever the winners of the contest win because they're all over him now when from K-12 they literally wanted nothing to do with him and went out of their ways just to shut him down or bother the hell outta him with complete disregard for his feelings hahahahaha

Well, mostly Ino tbh, but adding Naruto specifically as her plus one because he was that big of a fan just makes it funnier lol

#naruto #shino aburame #aburame shino #lexsramblings #lonely popstar sensation!shino seems like a very appropriate au version of him imo #this is definitely an indulgent as hell post but it amuses me and that's all that really matters haha #i like to pretend that shino in this au #is somewhere between Harry Styles with his fame and little outfits he wears all the time #and Gregory Dillon with his musical style and fun aesthetics #it's already hannah montana flavored but I'm adding a dash of Clark Kent to that as an enhancer #i actually really love gregory dillon for real tho he's so fun and ahhh <3 #miley and harry are fine lol

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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🤍🕯️🤲

Hello my friend! You are so thoughtful to send an ask 💙

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? I talked about Almost Home in this answer - that it was born out of a sad place but seemed to be received as a happy story. I am genuinely glad that people enjoyed it as such, it just carries a different meaning for me (that I suppose I wasn't necessarily trying to convey - I think I was writing myself a happy story to make myself feel better). I'll reiterate that readers, especially yourself, have been wonderful in reading and commenting on my stories and showing that they understand the points and emotions I'm trying to convey. If I had to dig, I'd say there were moments in A Brother's Love that I feel people may have missed. Like, I wanted to know that I devastated someone when Daphne revealed she had kept Edmund's hyacinths, because when I got the idea, I was wrecked 😅 I was also surprised at how many folks thought Love to Spare was going to be a romance with Anthony when all I wanted to convey was the deepest love of friendship - but that kind of feedback actually made the story richer. (I may or may not be scheming up a new A&B love triangle story to address this too...)

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you? Hmm, I wouldn't say anything has been *too* difficult on me to write, but I have pulled from painful personal experiences for some stories. Almost Home is one of them. Willow Bark is another. I've known grief, isolation and family drama and that does weave it's way in. Heck, it's actually the whole reason I started loving Bridgerton. The conflict and reconciliation between Anthony and Violet in season 2 cut so, so close to home it staggered me and made me love and respect this world and these characters.

As for taking me places I didn't expect, my spontaneous one-sitting fics tend to come out of nowhere and overwhelm me with feeling until I scribble them down. Like I never thought I'd be crying over zombie Benedict in a barn 😅 or feel the warm-and-fuzzy excitement of a positive pregnancy test (Two Lines) or be able to prattle off some absolute filth (The Fireside), but I felt all these things so suddenly and viscerally, my brain couldn't do anything else except transcribe them. That's when I know I have a good fic on my hands.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing? I'm sure this is a cheesy answer, but foremost would be a sense of accomplishment. Like I am doing something with my time and energy beyond just work/eat/sleep daily. Others may think fic writing is silly (not any of us here!) but I have no shame in embracing the thing that brings me and other people joy, even if it's not building my resume or earning me money. It's a hobby that makes me excited to get up each day, and that was something I had been missing for years. The best byproduct of it is the community that I have found because of it too! I can't tell you how much happiness and laughter you, the gang, and readers from all over have brought me. I'm so, so grateful for the relationships I've made and how supportive we all are of each other - it's a spot of pure light in a dark world. 🥰

Ok, ok enough sentiment *gag me with a spoon*. Sorry for the long answer - I'm a wordy bitch! Thank you so much for asking! 🫶

#answers from el #ask game #thank you

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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I only come off lurk mode for serious business. The queen ask-eth and she shall receive...eth.

Not on anon, BUT the obvious answer is clearly anything and everything you write because being able to take part and read the way your passion for writing increases, your skill expands with every fic, and the love, effort, and care you put into every series/fics is frankly astounding. You're an automatic weapon with the sheer amount of content you provide and so deadly accurate with the quality too. I think my favorite thing about your work is honestly being able to see the joy it brings to you. Plus you're always so available to requests and open for discussion, it's just such a lovely thing to see when someone as skilled as you is still so willing to interact and create with your readers!

But gushing about you personally aside, you asked for fav fics!

So OBVS choice is TBABTO bc uhhh I'm contractually obligated as the president of ghost face fan club, but also I just LOVE the series and it being the first fic that brought us together has a real special place in my heart!

Then there's your magnum opus tmomd, like the filth, the skill, and the eloquently plotted descent into Freddy is grotesque in ALLLLL the right ways. You're converting people left and right with this baby.

And of course I love anything house of wax. You know my preferences. Your Vinny and Bo hit so well, no surprise there.

But I think, you might be surprised that my fav fic of yours is actually a Buddy Swanson one. "Dear jealousy" in particular. Partially, bc it's the first fic of him I read, so it being my catalyst of hungry eyes 👀. And here's the thing, I've still to this day never even seen his movies. I plan to at some point, and eventually will, but you know me, epitome of distraction. But does that stop me from read everything you put out about him? Nope. I feel like I have such a clear picture of his character just from your fics alone that I'm not missing out by not seeing the films. Would they add more context? Sure. Would they increase my love for the character and make me start another WIP. Probably. But understand his character? Nah, you covered that inside and out. You have such a way of capturing a character and their essence that it's an art form. Which makes your fics so genuinely within the universe of possibility. Overwhelming talent.

TLDR; Bexxx is the best at writing and everyone else concedes. Love you, xoxo 💋😘💅🏼

HARLEY!

I AM CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP-

This is amazing, TBABTO is so important to me for a million reasons I have talked about before but for how it brought us together is a MASSIVE ONE!

Also hearing how much you love my Bo and Vin stuff when you write like the best of the best is like whaaaaaaaaaaat-

Also NO SHIT!

THAT IS YOUR FAVE?! I love that fic! I love Buddy too and you love him just from my writing?! Fuck me uppp Harley! If you ever wanna watch Stage Fright with Tina and I, since she introduced me to that movie and thus Buddy, please lemme know! We are overdue for another movie night!

#THANK YOU #THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED #I AM FED #I AM FILLED WITH LOVE #I MISS YOU HARLEY #BHF asks

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another one of those things i just did for myself (i h8 my sexuality so much it actually pains me to even look at myself). 18+ please

Perform a word association exercise with the word “sex.”

A mystery. Something everyone seems to know about but they don’t. Something you earn. Reserved for the elite. Reserved for the rich. Pain. Suffering. Torture. Exhausting to think about. A burden. A heavy cross I bear. Self-hate. Self-destruction. Wanting to die. Wanting to cut myself. Wanting to tear my own ears off so I never have to hear again. Distance. Scars. Trauma. Women having it out for me. Women looking at me funny. Women ostracizing me. Unfair labels. Bad things. Bad dreams. A pipe dream. Irritating. Exposure, and not the good kind. Finalization. “The moment of truth.” “The damage done.” Train wreck. Filth. Frustration. Anger. Anxiety. Humiliation. Getting laughed at. Getting shrieked at. Hysteria. Abuse. Fear. Arguments. Condescension. Competition. Tears. Hatred. Confusion. Ignorance. Shame. Suffocation. Unsafe. Exile. Out of control. Out of bounds. Double standards. “Empowerment? What empowerment?” Carelessness. Cluelessness. Strict and rigid. Babies. An emphasis on being feminine, often overly so. Everyone wants kids all of a sudden. Diseases. Blood. Shit. Bodily fluids. Drama. Chaos. Too many consequences. Things that almost killed me. “What is wrong with me?” Eating disorders. Exhausted. Dying. Disgusting. Disgrace. Trash. Trash cans. “Throw me away.” “I am not pretty, stop saying I am.” “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest piece of shit of them all?” Things I don’t want, ever. Tomboy and loser like me will never have it.

Would you say that you have or have not had a strong sexual drive in your life? How does and did this level of sexual drive affect your intimate relationships?

I’m surprised I even have a sex drive. It’s there but it doesn’t know what to do and I have no idea as to how to help it or fix it. It’s broken and completely worthless. It’s left me incredibly isolated and confused and useless.

I have never had an intimate relationship all because of this… broken piece of shit. I have missed opportunities abound and I grew up in a place where the dating pool was very limited. My parents told me to run from it and I should have listened because it’s ruined my life on so many occasions. It’s put me in exile.

I’m not a sexual being—by the way, after no one would answer me, I finally found out what that phrase means: “to express your sexuality, to live for yourself, and do what makes you feel beautiful.”

OH GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.

I am incapable of being beautiful much less feeling it, especially with this abhorrent quality to me. I hate that phrase, too, like it makes me gag just writing it. Yeah, real sexual being here. I’m totally a sexual being, oh yeah that’s what it is. That’s what it is right there… (you know you have no understanding of something when sarcasm won’t even save you.)

I don’t want this part of me. It doesn’t work.

What struggles have you had with your sexuality?

(You really want me to go there?)

Coming to terms with it. Feeling comfortable with it. Wanting to talk about it and not feel any shame about it. Acknowledging that it’s supposed to be there with me. Loving it.

Read my lips: I. HATE. my sexuality. More than anything. It’s the one part of me I actually genuinely despise.

It has given me nothing but pain and misery and embarrassment and humiliation and isolation. It has left me broken and with my pants down when I didn’t want it to happen. It has given me nothing worthwhile.

I just want to rip out of my body and throw it away and never have to see it or think about it ever again. It’s so stupid and useless. I have never wanted more for a fact of life to have a face so I could punch it.

It’s like that annoying friend who calls you at an ungodly hour to rattle off a bunch of stuff to you but no matter how much you try to say that you’re busy and you have better things to do, it won’t stop.

If I talk about someone I like, I’m met with that bullshit pedestal nonsense. That “oooOOoOoOOOooooOOOoOoOh what’s his name?!” that’s just so fucking greasy and makes me want to hide under a rock and never be seen by anyone ever again.

If I don’t, I’m hit with questions. “are you seeing anyone?” “do you like anyone?” “boyfriend? husband?”

Fucking… I don’t care? It’s not the be-all, end-all of living, ffs. I don’t give a single fuck about it.

But at the same time, I do. All the bullying and abuse I experienced growing up have made me wonder if I really am that beyond repair and unlovable.

But I realize I really am that unlovable. I have never been anyone’s type. No one has even looked at me.

The bullies were right and I am the problem.

In what ways do you nurture your personal sense of sexuality, and/or sexual relationships?

I wouldn’t know the first thing about that. “Sexy” is not a word you associate with me. Ever.

My sexuality is broken and disgusting, hateful and horrible and ugly, shameful, awful, despicable, disgraceful, vile… I’m running out of adjectives.

It’s easily the worst thing about me. It’s caused me nothing but agony.

I don’t want it. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want it.

Nurture? Nurture? Why on earth would I nurture something that has brought me nothing but terrible things? terrible feelings? terrible thoughts? terrible fanfic? terrible art? Terrible and completely shameful?

Why would I do that to something that obviously hurts me and makes me a horrible person? Why would I nurture something that has humiliated me more than anything?

I saw something that said: “Our sexuality is about self-love, self-confidence, and success in our relationships.” then what the hell am I doing? What have I done to ruin the entire operation? It’s always been mine and it’s always been broken beyond repair.

Fuck sexuality.

Write about your first sexual experiences. Interpret sexual experience any way like, even it’s about you first kiss.

I just sat there for something like five minutes, with my hands on my bare boobs until I felt just comfortable enough to touch my nipples with my fingers. And yes, the whole entire time I was not comfortable. I was uneasy and I kept backing off every couple of seconds. It was absolutely agonizing because I wanted to do it, I wanted to touch myself, but I was just too hung up.

It kind of tickled, too, but not in a good way, though. Like it made me squirm. I felt like I was going to barf at one point.

And i’ve never been kissed, either, stop it.

Write about your last sexual experience. How was it different from your first sexual experience?

I had lunch with a guy whom my stepdad tried to fix me up with: they literally spent the whole time talking to each other and I was an afterthought. We had no chemistry, like I didn’t feel comfortable sitting next to him. Compare this to my first time, which was when I cybered with a guy who used to sit behind me in math class.

It was my last experience, about four years ago. Oh yeah, being a 20-something is definitely about being hell on wheels and fucking everyone in sight.

What were you taught about sex as you grew up? What did you not know that you needed to know?

If I didn’t hear things about how every guy wants to get into my pants, I heard it all from sex education. All of it—except the tidbit that it’s supposed to be pleasurable.

Wait, wait, wait, you’re telling me this is supposed to feel good? …what? On what fucking planet?!

How has your views of sex changed over time?

I used to think sex was gross: i still kind of do, but now I feel like it’s something that I have missed out on.

Describe a sexual fantasy you have.

I don’t have sexual fantasies. Ever. I don’t have erotic dreams, either. For real. I don’t have them.

Edit: okay, fine, I do have them, but they’re all so fucking gross and uninteresting that I don’t feel good sharing one out in public.

Turn a sexual experience into a piece of short fiction. Describe the setting. Use dialogue. Write erotic descriptions.

I’m trying. Trying and royally sucking. My—ahem—raunchy side is pathetic. Not something I feel very good bragging about (like I would brag about anything anyway).

Write a poem about a sexual experience.

The cool water asked me for a kiss and i asked “where?”

…

i’m surrounded by all these poets who write these long, labored proses, and here I am with… this (now you know why I don’t share my poetry anymore, it’s literally trash).

Write about the best sex partner you have ever been with. Describe a special time together.

I’m a virgin. Yeah, there’s no way erotic fic from me can be honest because I’ve never actually physically done it before and I have a complicated relationship with doing it alone, too.

What changes if any would you like to make about your sexual self?

Everything. I want a new body, one that has a functional sexual side and i can actually feel good in. One I am not at all ashamed of. That’s the thing, I have a naturally heavy frame and a large body, and I feel so cumbersome with it. I have curves but you wouldn’t want to touch them. I sleep in my underwear and I touch my body when I’m in bed but I don’t feel anything pleasurable (am I supposed to?). I genuinely feel like my body is… broken.

Write a sexual confession to your partner or someone you admire. Be straight forward or as kinky as you would like.

I don’t think he would be interested in the least. I’ve flirted with him a number of times but I feel like such an idiot afterwards because how am I supposed to know if he saw me at all (nevermind being aroused for a second—how am I supposed to know if he even sees me?) And he’s way out of my league, too, i don’t deserve him. I don’t think he knows, or cares, either.

No. Just… no. Forget it. I’m not telling you because i’ll spiral if I do.

What would you like to learn about your sexual self?

Nothing. What is there to learn? It just kind of… is what it is.

What part of your sexuality seems the most mysterious to you?

Nothing. Literally nothing. There’s no mystery, and that’s what’s so confusing.

When you hesitate to write something, what reminder can you give yourself to be as completely honest as you can, both factually and emotionally?

“Just say it, dumbass.”

What, if anything, about sex distresses you?

The fact it’ll never happen to me. Plus, why everyone makes such a huge deal about it.

What change would you like to make in your sexual behavior?

Everything. I’m annoying.

What change would you like to make in your sexual attitudes or thoughts?

Everything. I’m gross.

What change would you like to make in your sexual emotions or feelings?

Everything. I’m such an idiot.

What memories came to mind from the previous questions?

Painful ones.

What do you like most about your current partner? Least?

I’m a virgin. Go ahead and laugh. You know you want to.

Make three (or more) sexual wishes. Don't hold back!

I wish this all would just stop.

I wish this was easier.

I wish I had a better body.

Make a list of your sexual partners and write a few phrases to describe the relationship. What patterns do you see?

Are you fucking serious?

If you have a sexual partner now, write about this relationship. What works for you in this sexual relationship? What would you like to change?

I don’t have one and I’ll never have one for the rest of my life.

Describe what your ideal sexual relationship would look like today.

I can’t picture this. I just can’t.

If you have been sexually dissatisfied, what has kept you in the relationship?

Nothing. Never called him again.

Are you able to ask your partner for what you want sexually? How do you do that?

No. I hardly ever had my needs and wants met growing up, what makes me think anyone will want to know what I want there?

If you have difficulty asking for what you want, what are you telling yourself that makes asking difficult?

“I don’t want this”

What are your sexual limits with your partner?

lol

What sexual behavior won't you do or would do only under certain conditions? Write about those to clarify your boundaries.

No shit, no piss, none of that “daddy” horse shit, either.

In what way might your relationship with your partner deepen or improve by talking openly about sex?

It won’t. Do I need to spell it out for you? NO ONE wants it with me. No one even wants to talk about it with me because I’m unable to be socially popular let alone popular in a sexual way. I’ll admit it: I’m bitter and angry about all of this, but can you blame me for it, though? I’ve been through so much bullshit in life and it was never until after the fact when I learned my way around it. I get shit for standing up for myself, what makes me think someone will want to be genuinely open with me?

Can you recall your first discovery of sexual fantasy? What was it about?

Hell if I know.

Write out three of your favorite sexual fantasies. If this is new to you, make one up now.

Who would be interested? Anyone? Anyone? No? Well, I don’t know what I’m doing here, then.

How have you used your sexual fantasies up until now?

I’ve never used them. No one’s interested.

What began as a fantasy that you later took into action?

Nothing.

What sexual fantasies work the best to arouse you?

None of them. They’re all so weird and sick and stupid and completely worthless, especially since i’ve never actually gotten some.

Have you shared your sexual fantasies with a friend? What was the reaction?

lol, no. I ain’t sharing that dumb shit with anyone.

Have you shared your sexual fantasies with a lover? What was the reaction?

He never spoke to me again (see?)

How important is it for you to share your sexual fantasies? What are your reasons for sharing or not? Does sharing fantasies break their "spell"?

Not important at all. No one cares, simple. (What do you mean by “spell” exactly? If this is some new age mumbo jumbo, goodbye)

What, if anything, do you find distressing about your sexual thoughts or fantasies? Write about that to clarify it for yourself.

The fact I have them. I HATE the way I love, it’s so greasy and gross and inappropriate and most of all, it’s humiliating. It’s embarrassing. It has brought me no joy or pleasure or anything I want. I have never been more aware of my “”””sexual self”””” than ever and I hate it.

If you could say three things to the world about the nature of your personal sexuality and really be heard, understood, and accepted, what would you say?

Nothing, nothing, and nothing. Like anyone is going to care about what I have to say.

#personal #sexuality #text #trying to be better #and miserably failing

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