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hit me with your kill shot, baby

nightweb

Summary:

“Then how do you know about the venom?” Wade asks.

Peter opens his mouth, licks those pretty lips, and closes it. “I um, you know,” he tilts his head, a red flush blooming in his cheeks. “Masturbated before?” he whispers out the word, and then he’s back to hiding on Wade’s shoulder.

“Pete, my love, if we wanna go somewhere with this, you need to mentally graduate middle school first.”

Notes:

Hey... my first spideypool fic and it’s with peter going feral with spidey traits during sex.

a more detailed version of the sex and peter’s spidey traits is there in the end notes, if you would like to know before reading. i promise it’s nothing extreme. most of this is actually kinda cute. kinda.

disclaimer: spiders don’t mate like this irl. i legit made this shit up.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

It was three months into their relationship when Peter finally revealed it.

Three months, fourteen days, and a few hours give or take (Wade isn’t that good with time) since they started dating, to be exact. And a good two years of being acquainted with each other. And it is going spectacularly great, they watch Disney marathons together, patrol together, kiss and cuddle and say gay shit from time to time. Everything Wade didn’t even dare hope for. Peter is lovely and angelic on the best of days, blushing at compliments and holding Wade’s hand while he read through his fat nerd textbooks, and downright fucking annoying and bratty on the worst days, forgetting to eat and sleep and burying himself in paperwork and hero-ing, being awfully snappy and rude. Wade, of course, can bear with it all. He himself is one heavy burden in a relationship. So putting the two of them together and doubling the problems to carry was a given, which they are both totally chill with.

The actual problem is that Peter shuffles away the moment their making out gets a bit more intimate, he stiffens and chuckles nervously when Wade’s hands go lower the waist, murmuring an excuse to stop and move on to something else. Which Wade accepts, obviously, and will completely respect. Consent is sexy and all that. But he can’t help but wonder why. Petey kisses very enthusiastically, flushing and whining, face all red and lips all swollen and eyes all glossy. There’s force behind his kisses and his fingers leave bruises which fade in seconds on Wade’s shoulders with the tense grip.

So yeah, Peter is, on some levels, intimate with him. And while Wade does want more, he also wouldn’t mind not having sex at all, because their relationship already makes him the happiest he’s been. He’d never break up with the most gorgeous boy in the world over something as stupid as penetrative sex. But yet—

He just wants a reason.

And above all, he’s scared of the reason.

Because if Peter is very politely refusing sex and willing to go without it because he didn’t want to look at Wade while doing it, Wade would be honestly devastated that he’s resigning Peter to a life of forced celibacy.

The other reason, a darker one that makes his previous murder instincts light up at the speed of light, is one he doesn’t dare entertain for too long. Because he has a good track record which is nearing a full year that he does not want to break.

Thus, he plans an intervention.

Peter is on the couch, clad in only boxers and a thin white t-shirt, reading another textbook with a headache inducing title that Wade has given up on reading because he just could not begin to give a fuck about it. Munching on a chocolate, another in hand for Peter, Wade skips towards the couch and jumps over it, landing on the side next to the hero. Peter makes an annoyed noise, but doesn’t look away from his Chemistry texts.

“You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you~” Wade hums, chewing loudly, swaying back and forth. This doesn’t award him as much as a twitch, so he continues, “You’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you~” He wiggles his eyebrows at the word murderer, but Peter isn’t even looking at him. He repeats the song twice, and finally gets a reaction. Peter groans, lifting a hand to weakly slap his shoulder.

“Please stop singing that shitty song, please.”

“Alright, my bad, singing tracks from D.C movies in a marvel fanfic, that’s blasphemy.”

Peter’s back to ignoring him. Is chemistry really that interesting? Wade fucking hates science. He shifts closer and puts an arm around the boy, pulling him closer, caging him in. The way he fits so snug in his arms… Peter is not skinny, but his muscles have an acrobatic build, sinewy and long, flexible. So it’s easy to curl him, mold him into something smaller. Something precious. It makes his heart warmer to feel Peter snuggle in, even if he had been acting bratty moments before.

A hand moves to card through Peter’s soft hair. “We need to talk, Petey.”

“Hm?” Peter’s soft brown eyes peek up at him, frowning. “About what?” A nervous edge in his tone makes Wade laugh, so he trails a hand down to grip Peter at the wrists, which always makes his boyfriend pliant and needy. Particularly because his fingers press on the small slits there, a spot where Wade has discovered to his delight, Peter is deliciously sensitive at.

Peter never lets anyone touch his spinnerets, especially considering how it’s an erogenous zone for him. But Wade has special privilege, which he loves to abuse.

“Nnnggh,” Peter whines the moment he feels pressure at his little web-making slits, but then turns to scowl up at him. “Seriously? I was in a pretty difficult chapter.”

“Oh? Your mind still on chem? Now that just won’t do,” he bends down to bite Pete’s ear, nipping at it, then slowly licking the edge. He feels Peter shudder under him, as he slowly bends Peter over the couch, getting the boy to lay down on his back. Distantly, he hears the thud of a book fall to the ground.

“Urgh, Wade,” Peter complains, voice shaky. “You taste like chocolate!” The weak little pushes he’s doing to resist Wade’s assault are useless, not a speck of Spidey super strength in them. Which can only mean one thing. Peter doesn’t want Wade to stop. Not really. Encouraged, he trails a line of wet kisses from Peter’s crimson, cute ears all the way down to his lithe neck, which is exposed all for Wade, Pete having thrown his head back to sink it into the couch. The hero’s chest heaving as he clutches onto Wade’s shoulders, Peter’s eyes are closed, and his mouth parted.

He’s so sensitive, Wade thinks, so responsive. So beautiful.

Keeping a tight hold on Peter’s right wrist, his fingers playing with the slit, generating small cries of stimulation, Wade chances a touch lower, his other hand moving from Peter’s hips towards his groin.

The change is immediate.

Peter pauses, his breath hitching, his eyes snapping open. The sudden defensive pose makes Wade still, but he doesn’t move away. When he gets no response, he bends down to press another kiss on Peter’s pale neck, which already has a few red spots from his previous assault. Peter shivers under him, but squirms around when he feels a hand on his inner thigh.

“W-Wade…” he whispers, “Wade, wait.”

Wade looks up, their eyes meeting. His hand massages Peter’s inner thigh, reaching under the hem of the boxers to meet soft pulpy flesh underneath.

“Wade, stop!”

Wade immediately let’s go, bouncing backwards in his hurry to get away, and almost topples off the couch. He sits on the back of his heels at the side, frowning, heart thudding with new found concern. Peter’s chest is heaving, a pretty flush on his cheeks and neck, his ears red and his eyes hazy.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby boy?” he asks, voice gentle, reaching forward.

Peter looks conflicted and guilty, the flush from earlier dissipating to leave a troubled look which Wade instantly dislikes. “’M sorry,” he mumbles, “not in the mood.”

“You’re hard,” Wade comments. “Not that it matters!” he adds hastily, getting increasingly worried at Peter’s distress, at the way a flash of fear passes in those brown eyes when Wade had mentioned the state of his dick. The warning bells that rang before are full blown in Wade’s head, the voices edging them on as well. Something alarming, something ugly festering inside of him.

“Hey, hey,” he grabs Peter by the shoulders, forcing the boy to look at him in the eye. “Look, we don’t have to do anything extreme, now calm down alright? You’re safe.”

Peter’s brows furrow. “‘Of course I’m safe,” he says, and he shakes himself away from Wade’s arms, and crosses his own. “I’m not scared, Wade. Never. I’ll never be scared of you.” He rolls his eyes at the thought, reaching out to punch him lightly. “You big oaf!”

Wade relaxes, shifting closer again and allowing Peter to snuggle back into him, running a hand through Peter’s spine. “Tell me what’s wrong, sweet thing,” he says into the brown hair he buries his face into. “You know I can’t keep ignoring it. I totally get not wanting to bang Freddy Kruger, but you seem so enthusiastic and then the next second—”

“Wait,” Peter states, pulling away—again, Wade is going to super glue this brat to his side or so help him God— “you think I don’t want to have sex with you?”

“Baby boy, I added two and two together. Got five, obviously. You’ve been refusing to go further, and I totes respect it.” Wade scratches the back of Peter’s ear like a cat, making the boy struggle with paying attention to what he’s saying. “I pieced it together. Super glued. Connected the dots. et cetera.”

“Wade!” Peter exclaims. “Oh my God, you’ve got it all wrong!” He sits up, and with lightning reflexes, plops himself down on Wade’s lap, thighs spread between Wade’s waist. He grabs the man’s face with both hands, and plants a big fat kiss on his lips. “I do want to… you know, have sex.” He whispers the last word.

Planting his hands on either side of Pete’s trim waist, Wade edges him on. “But…?”

Face scrunching up, Peter once again looks distressed, his nose doing the little twitching thing it does when his lips turn into a frown. Wade leans forward and kisses his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his lips. “Tell me, baby boy.”

Peter drops his head onto Wade’s shoulder, hiding himself. “You’ll think I’m weird,” he says, voice muffled and miserable. Wade thinks this statement is utterly fucking ridiculous. He voices it out loud.

Peter just squirms around his lap, until he heaves a deep sigh and looks up. “I have this condition.”

Wade freezes, thoughts going haywire, the voices reaching the darkest conclusions. “...an illness, Petey?”

“No. It’s from the, uhhh, bite, I guess,” Peter replies, his tone quiet and dejected. The bite? Wade thinks. And then, Oh. obviously. The spider bite.

“Did the bite do something to your lower region? Do spiders reproduce asexually? Is that a thing? I wonder if this author did actual research on spiders or is just writing whatever the fuck he wants—”

“Wade!” Peter whines into his shoulder. “I’m serious! I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

“There it is again. Sweetheart, between the two of us, nothing is normal in this relationship.”

Peter mumbles something that’s so muffled Wade doesn’t understand it. “What’s that, Petey? A little louder, love.”

“I said,” Peter says louder, looking up, “I get more spider traits when I’m near orgasm.”

Wade pauses, processing this. “Okay, so. Is that like, suddenly growing eight legs and eyes in bed type trait orrrr…”

“Ew, babe, what the fuck,” Peter laughs, and Wade grins in return, happy to see him relaxed and laughing again.

“Let’s not discriminate there Petey-pie, I’m sure there’s a Peter out there in the multiverse who does exactly that.”

“Well, I’m not him. I just produce venom from my mouth and succumb to spider instincts.”

“You—Sorry, didn’t catch that right. You produce what?”

Peter sighs, his pretty face pushed back into Wade’s collarbone. “I start producing this venom from my fangs, which grow when I’m about to uh, cum. And I get these…” He shudders. “Instincts to do things that spiders do.”

“Spider instincts… fangs… venom…” Wade echoes, and Peter nods miserably into his shoulder. “Aw, babe, why so blue? This is so much better than you saying you find me too ugly to fuck! This is just some cute additional stuff we gotta sort out in bed, no problemo, sweet thing!”

“Wha—Wade, you were never the problem. It’s one of those “it’s not you, it’s me” situations!” Peter punches Wade’s side. “And did you not hear what I just said? I produce venom. I become some freak that could kill you. Those aren’t stuff which we can just sort out, are you out of your mind?”

“Alright take it slow, so you produce venom which I can’t die from, obviously. And what else? Elaborate on the instincts here. What’s next? Radioactive cum?”

Peter stiffens in his hold, making Wade’s eyes grow wide. No fucking way.

“So you have a spider cock that makes poisonous cum? What poor soul made you realize it? Death by radioactive spidey cum and probably dumped in the Hudson… What a way to go...”

“What? Wade, holy shit, I didn’t kill anyone! And I don’t know if my cum is… like that. I hate this conversation.”

“Then how do you know about the venom?” Wade asks.

“Pete, my love, if we wanna go somewhere with this, you need to mentally graduate middle school first.”

“Shut up!” Peter groans, looking up. “Everytime I tried masturbating after the bite, I got scared when I started to.. you know, do the thing.”

Wade nods slowly, a realization dawning. “So you’ve never… with someone else..?”

Peter’s face is bright red, and it’s totally fucking adorable. Even his ears are a crimson shade, his fists clutching Wade’s t-shirt. It’s confirmation enough.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, you’re a virgin!” Wade yells, making Peter flinch.

“Well it’s not like I can have sex when my own orgasm scares me, can I? I don’t want to risk… killing someone for a stupid orgasm!”

“This is cruel. This is inhuman. You’ve doomed yourself to a life of celibacy because you’re too pure to kill someone over a good nut!” Wade moans, and then the sheer ridiculousness of it crashes into him, and he hugs Peter to his chest, laughing into the crook of a pale visible neck. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Did you not hear anything I just said?”

“Yes and that’s not a problem!”

“How the fuck is that not a problem?”

“Baby boy, I can’t die. You know that. You can bite me all you want—”

“No. Hard no. I’m not risking that. I don’t want to kill you.”

“You won’t. And it’s just a bite, babe, I can handle you when you’re all horny spider on me.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“C’mon, gimme some credit here, sweetheart. You think I can’t handle one horny little spider? Scouts Honor, I’ll keep you under control.”

“And what if I succumb to my instincts?”

Wade shrugs. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’d bite you, inject the venom into you and paralyse you, then cocoon you in my web and keep you there till my instincts go away. I might even get the instinct to… to eat you and that terrifies me to no end.”

Wade takes a few seconds to think of a cohesive response. The last thing he needs is a panicked Peter, so he shouldn’t act too repulsed and terrified, which he honestly is not. If anything, he feels a little aroused, but he didn’t vocalize that either. Def not the time.

“Okay, you don’t want to do that. I understand. So trust me when I say I’ll keep you under control.”

Peter fidgets on Wade’s lap, a conflicted look on his face. It’s obvious he wants to say yes, but, bless him, he’s paranoid he’s going to hurt Wade. It’s so disgustingly sweet.

“Pete, baby, I promise I’ll take care of you.” Wade says, no hint of humor in his voice.

Peter takes a deep breath. “I trust you,” he admits. “I just don’t trust me.”

“Okay, understandable. And you don’t have to do this. Your choice, alright? If you wanna go forever without sex, then fine! If you want me to fuck you senseless and then let you tie me up and keep me in your little web, also fine!”

He didn’t miss the way Peter’s pupils dilated and the way he licked his lips at the mention of fucking. Except the ball is now on Peter’s side of the court. He’s said what he said, and it’s Pete’s turn to give a response.

A few minutes of silence and cuddling later, Peter finally moves around. “Okay,” he whispers. “Give me a few days?”

“Take all the time in the world, baby boy.”

A few days turned out to be almost three weeks, but Wade didn’t comment on that. In fact, he’s kept his mouth shut and all his advances are non-sexual. Kissing and cuddling and hand-holding is about everything he’s kept himself limited to. Patrol stays smooth, filled with petty crime, and Peter’s college workload keeps him occupied for a good chunk of their time. Wade himself is kept busy with different recon jobs and other non-fatal missions he’s taking.

All in all, they’re back to normal. Wade could almost believe his Peter goes feral during sex conversation was made up and he had hallucinated the whole thing.

Until one day he comes home to Peter unpacking a box in the living room, sitting on the couch.

“Oooh, baby boy, whatcha got over there? I haven’t ordered anything in a while!” He strolls over to the other side, watching Peter take out the last of the wrapping and pull out—

“Holy shit! Pete, what the fuck!”

“What?” Peter asks casually, placing the metal handcuffs and gag on the couch, inspecting them, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Wha—Are you seeing what I’m seeing? Am I in some shitty BDSM fanfic for real? Why the hell would you order this? Go back to being a blushing virgin.”

A slight redness forms in Pete’s cheeks. “This isn’t for—for that.”

“Well? Enlighten me, then?” Wade grins cheekily.

Peter scrunches his nose, grimacing. “Please don’t quote Fifty Shades. Ew.”

“No quoting trash movies, no singing songs from different franchises, what’s next? No quoting the comics?”

Peter ignores him, then picks up the handcuffs by the chain. The cuffs hit each other and make a clicking sound. “These are pure Vibranium handcuffs. I won’t be able to break out of these,” he remarks, and proves it by tugging at the ends, with a good amount of super strength. Nothing happens.

“Sweet. Now where the hell did you get those?”

Peter shrugs. “I’m mutuals with Shuri on Twitter.”

“You told the princess of Wakanda you want to be tied up in bed?”

“No, I told my online bestie.”

“Oh, of course Twitter is the perfect place to tell people you wanna be tied up and gagged.”

“She owes me one anyway, after I stole some high level Stark tech for her just to see if outside tech is compatible with these nanobots she’s making.”

“Yeah, okay, nerd. So you’re fine with stealing fucking Stark tech for your “online bestie” but when I blow up a facility it’s suddenly not fine.”

“Those… are not the same thing.”

“Minor differences,” Wade waves his arms, pointing at the gag. “And what about that?”

“Also for me.”

“Oh em gee! I feel like Christmas came early.”

Peter sighs. “If I… try something, I want—no, I need you to restrain me. Cuff me. And if I try to bite you too hard, gag me.”

“Only when that happens? What if I just want to gag you when you get bratty with me?”

Peter flushes a sweet red, rolling his eyes. “We can try that another time.”

“We’ll have another time?! Baby boy, you’re a gift!”

“Only if the first time goes well,” Peter reminds him. He then hands Wade a silver shiny key, and proceeds to cuff himself. He shakes his hands a little, adjusting to the cuffs. Then he pulls them apart, his wrists cutting into the metal at the end, with a significant amount of strength. Nothing happens. He tugs again, till his fists turn a pretty shade of red. Still, nothing happens. He grins up at Wade, albeit shakily. There’s an edge of anxiety in his form that makes Wade frown.

“Something wrong, Petey?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, um, scary I guess. Knowing I can’t break out of them.”

“Pete, I’m not gonna cuff you with these in bed if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“But you have to if I try to kill you!”

“What part of I won’t die permanently do you not get, Petey pie?”

“And what part of I still don’t want to fucking kill you do you not get?” Peter snaps. Wade doesn’t respond to that, instead focusing on the pale hands still cuffed in front of him. He sits down next to Peter on the couch.

He takes the cuffs carefully into his hands, using the key to unlock them. Taking them off, he brings Peter’s hands up to his face, kissing the soft skin. He turns them around to lick at the spinneret, then pressing a wet kiss on it.

“Okay,” he says, pressing kisses on the slit. “I promise I won’t let you hurt me. Fatally.”

“You never break your promises.”

“Never, baby boy.” He licks another strip along the little slit at Peter’s wrist, making Peter release a cute whine. “You have my word.”

He looks up to Peter looking dazed and flushed. He’s gorgeous. “Tonight, then?” Peter asks weakly, obviously aroused.

Wade smiles, leaning forward to press a final kiss on his forehead. “Someone’s excited. That makes two of us.”

Peter’s already dried and laying in bed by the time Wade comes out of the shower. The cuffs and gag are placed neatly at the bedside table, an arms length away, easy to reach and grab. They had tested the gag on Peter as well, which Peter tried to open on his own and couldn’t, but he didn’t look or sound nervous the way he did with the cuffs. In fact, with the way his eyes looked hazy when he wore it, Wade is quite sure he liked it. Wade still can’t believe Peter got them both made from Vibranium all because he didn’t want to risk hurting Wade. He feels touched. Loved.

“Well, if this isn’t the sweetest sight to ever grace my eyes,” he remarks, not taking his eyes off the laid out form. Peter’s beautiful, as usual. His arms are over his bare stomach, lightly touching his defined abs. His skin smooth, patches of scars in a few places where knives have graced a little too deep. His eyes, doe-like and brown and staring up at him with so much fucking trust, Wade could just die (if he could).

Wade gets to a comfortable position, bracketing Pete’s thighs with his, looming over his boyfriend. He then leans down to kiss at the exposed skin at the collarbone. He tastes sweet, like the bodywash they share. He licks and nips, holding Pete close, gentle and loving. He hears a sharp intake of air above him.

“I trust you,” Peter says.

“And I trust you,” Wade reminds him, moving up to pepper Peter’s face with kisses. “This trust? It goes both ways, baby boy. You trust me to take care of you, I trust you to tell me if you don’t want this. At any time. Coolio?”

“Yeah,” Peter breathes.

Wade goes back to pressing kisses, biting soft skin, letting his scarred hands run all over Peter’s naked skin, leaving deep red marks all over. Peter’s skin is so sensitive, so easy to mark, so easy to bruise. He hears soft panting, and smiles to himself. His Petey makes the loveliest noises, so high and desperate. His hands travel down to grab a thin, strong waist, large enough that his thumbs almost touch at Pete’s belly button. Pete, who’s been tracking his movements with his eyes the whole time, seems to notice this too, which makes him let out a small whimper, and let his head drop to the pillow.

“Relax,” Wade murmurs, drawing circles at Peter’s hip. Peter’s arms are grasping the sheets below him, muscles flexing. He’ll most likely tear some good bedsheets tonight, if he keeps this up.

He goes down till he comes face to face with Peter’s dick, half hard, twitching, pretty and red. There’s a fine amount of hair at the top, but Peter shaves his body so it’s easier to wear spandex, so it’s mostly hairless everywhere else. Pressing a sweet kiss at the top, he drags his tongue down till it reaches the tip.

“W-Wade..”

“Relax, sweet thing,” he repeats.

He brings both down his hands to grip Peter from behind, feeling up his ass, the soft flesh so easy to squeeze. He feels a hand grip his head.

“D-don’t suck, please,” Peter begs, his eyes glossy and nose tinged red. Already? Well, Wade thinks, he’s not been orgasming for a while, so he’s bound to be sensitive. Doubled too with the enhanced mutation.

“As you wish,” he says, pressing more kisses on Peter’s pretty dick, but not taking it into his mouth, no matter how much he wants to. “We can try that another time, right, sweet thing?”

“Yeah..” Peter already sounds so wrecked. With just a few touches and bites and squeezes. He’s yet to show any animalistic trait, or grow fangs like some vampire and start draining Wade’s blood or some shit. Wade snickers as he coats his fingers with lube, keeping the packet next to Pete’s hip at the bed. Since Peter doesn’t want too much stimulation on his dick, he moves to snatch a shaking arm with his free hand. Circling Peter’s rim with lubed fingers, he begins to lick and bite at the slit on Peter’s wrist.

Peter cries out, almost arching his back with the force he uses to press his head into the pillow. Breathy pants and little whines bubble out of him so easily, and Wade slowly inserts a finger. It’s relatively easy to slide it in, and Wade did have suspicions Peter probably tried some of his own fingers in the shower because everything related to sex makes him anxious. Right now, he chooses to continue his spinneret play, drawing out the most delicious little noises from the boy underneath. His one finger becomes two, thrusting in and out easily.

Peter’s pants get breathier and higher, and soon he’s panting for more, little please, Wade’s and more, more! tumbling out of his pretty lips, bitten red. His hips thrusting down to meet Wade’s fingers eagerly, his dick now rock hard. Wade inserts the third finger the same time he lets his tongue lick through the slit on Pete’s wrist, making Peter release a small howl and tear up. He closes his eyes and pants. There’s saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth.

Wade continues to finger his boy open, murmuring little praises. Whispering “you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” and “taking my fingers so well, look at you, so gorgeous, all laid out for me.” Peter would keen and whimper and flush all over at every word, squirming beneath him.

When he hits the spot inside Peter with a quick thrust, his three fingers scissoring Peter’s hole, stretching it, the boy’s eyes snap open.

“Holy shit!” Wade yelps. The pupils in Peter’s eyes have dilated to almost nothing. There’s a strange glint shining within them that makes him look both ethereal and lethal, the eye being rimmed red emphasizing it. Wade doesn't stop fingering Pete, but he lowers himself down a little, and presses another kiss on Pete’s spinneret. The reaction is instant.

Peter opens his mouth and hisses. Then he immediately whimpers and looks away. “Wade..”

“Hush, shh,” Wade coos, traveling down to press kisses all over Peter’s face, his finger rubbing and pressing on the slit of Pete’s wrist, his other fingers stretching him open still. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, so fucking well. Don’t hide from me.”

“Wade…” Peter says once again, his face smashed into the pillow, his face no longer visible. Wade doesn’t like that, releasing the wrist to gently grasp Pete’s chin and make him look up. There’s a wet spot on the pillow where Peter had his face smashed in. For one, fear-filled second, Wade thinks Peter started crying. Then he realizes there’s a liquid dripping from Peter’s mouth. His eyes snap up and take in the heaving, blushing face.

The two canines at the side of Pete’s lovely mouth have elongated, sharpened. With his mouth parted as he panted, trails of a liquid slightly whiter than normal saliva drip from the newfound fangs. The fangs, which are only about an inch long, small and cute, but sharp and deadly, just like Peter. The venom it’s secreting slips through the corners of Peter’s mouth, but he sucks it back in and swallows. There are tears beginning to form in his eyes. Some spill over.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Wade says, kissing away the tears before they have a chance to reach the bottom of Pete’s chin. “Holy shit, Petey, you’re gorgeous, your little fangs are adorable, my love.”

Peter lets out a choked sob, saliva and venom mixing to create a steady stream of liquid to drip from his mouth. Wade takes the edge of the pillowcase and wipes away most of it.

“When are you going to fuck me?” Peter asks, voice breaking, when Wade is done.

“Why, can’t handle my fingers any longer?” Wade teases, emphasizing his point by thrusting rougher, stretching wider. The lewd squelching noises make Peter blush, but the continous fucking is making his eyes glaze over again, taking him under. Soon, Peter’s panting again, baring his sharp little fangs at Wade, even going as far as to hiss at him.

“You’re so fucking cute, even with three fingers up your ass and literally spitting out poison,” Wade sighs, “that sounded more romantic in my head.”

“Fuck me,” Peter demands.

“Oooh, baby boy’s got fangs.” Literally.

“Wade,” Peter grits out, slurping up venom and saliva, “Wade, enough!”

“Nuh-uh!” Wade ignores his own dick throbbing to be in Peter. He has loads of self control when it comes to poor Wade Jr.

“WADE!” Peter screams, and his eyes go full black for a second, before he lets out another hiss, and he once again bares his fangs, his nails digging into Wade’s arms.

At the next thrust to Peter’s prostate, Peter lets out a growl which—finally—sounds animalistic, and before Wade can even comprehend what’s happening, Peter springs into action. He leaps up, grabbing Wade’s shoulders and forcefully wrenching his fingers out of his hole and pushing him down onto the bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Wade breathes, staring up at the growling, salivating Peter. His pupils fully black, his fangs bared wide open, venom dripping down to Wade’s chest.

The next second, Peter’s lowering himself onto Wade’s length, taking him quickly inch by inch. Wade groans at the tightness, Peter feels so fucking good wrapped around him, he reaches up to grab Peter’s hips, and thrusts upwards the moment Peter is seated. Peter howls at the same time Wade moans.

Peter stumbles forward into Wade’s chest, Wade bracketing him with his arms and thrusting his hips up to meet Peter’s ass, and Jesus Christ, is Peter the sweetest and sexiest thing he’s ever had. He can feel venom and saliva wetting his neck and chest, and Peter’s cries are high pitched and laced with arousal.

“Fuck.. fuck, Wade, oh my God,” he gasps, and he clutches Wade’s shoulders hard enough it could crack with just a little more force.

“Yeah, my little spider? You like that? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah, you are, so good to me, God, breeding me so well…”

Wade almost loses the rhythm of his thrusts at Peter’s words, releasing a choked moan. Did Peter just say breeding? Is this the instinct thing he was talking about? Holy shit. Wade is so turned on he can barely fucking think. He’s got enough kinks to put about half the tags in AO3 to shame.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, baby? Fuck little babies into you?” Should he have said eggs? Fuck.

“Yes, fuck, Wade, please, please!”

He flips them over, caging Peter once again, and begins a rough pace, both his hands reaching down to thumb at Peter’s spinnerets, pressing on them and massaging them. Peter genuinely starts crying then, and there’s so much fluid on his face, tears, venom and saliva, that he glistens. Peter’s a pretty crier. The wetness makes his cheek gleam and his lips pink and glossy, his eyes red and lovely, his lashes damp and long.

Soon enough, Peter snaps up to bite him. Wade’s sharp reflexes make him dodge easily, but an average person would have probably gotten his throat bitten out. Peter makes a high growling sound at the back of his throat, his eyes blazing with an intense fire. He pushes his head for momentum and snaps up again, and Wade finds himself dodging one more time. Peter going feral means one thing: he’s about to orgasm.

“Alright, Petey pie,” he says, grabbing Pete’s sexy long legs and bending them forward, making the knees touch his shoulders. Forcing Peter down by holding the boy’s hands onto his shoulders, he plays with the spinnerets as he begins to fasten his pace. The stimulation temporarily makes Peter forget his instinct to bite, crying and moaning as he drips venom down his neck.

“My feisty sweet thing, my favorite spider in the whole wide world, you’re so lovely like this, my feral baby boy,” Wade murmurs, and he feels his orgasm closing in, so he takes one hand down to grab Peter’s dick. Peter’s too gone to form words anymore, making high pitched cries and whimpers and low hissing noises and growls.

When they orgasm, it’s only a few seconds apart.

Wade doesn’t have much time to recover before he’s flipped again onto his back. Before he even takes a moment to adjust, his hand moves out into the table to snatch the metal gag. He looks up to see Peter on his lap, growling again, like a fucking possessed chihuahua. There’s cum splattered between their stomachs, venom dripping into it. By now Wade’s sure Peter’s produced enough venom to kill an entire elephant pack.

“Baby, I’m putting the gag on you now, because my Petey doesn’t want to bite me, and I gotta respect that, kay?” He waits for Peter to strike, and when the boy moves down with another cute hiss, his sharp little fangs bared, Wade stuffs the metal gag into his mouth, reaching up to quickly clasp it tight. Peter lets out an alarmed whine, already drooling through the gag, but doesn’f fight it as much as Wade expected him to.

But he still couldn’t bear watching the tears reform in Pete’s eyes and spill over. The poor thing is whimpering, staring up at him with weepy eyes.

“You did so good, baby boy,” he whispers, finally raising a hand to cup a damp cheek. Peter hisses and growls from his throat, but still leans into the touch. “So perfect.”

He brings Peter down to rest the boy on his chest, feeling it get wet with tears and venom and saliva.

“But you were right. No normal person could have survived that.” He shifts to pat Peter’s hair. There, there. “But that makes us super duper compatible. A perfect zodiac match. 100% Tinder matched. The INFP to my ENTP.”

He stiffens when he feels a sticky feeling on his naked chest. He looks down to see Peter creating a web with his spinnerets, slowly creating a nest, a cocoon on their bed. He’s still dripping venom.

“Hm, well. This won’t lead to any fatalities,” Wade says, watching his little spider weave web after web from his wrists, making the white cocoon large enough that soon it’s encompassing Wade’s entire 6”2 frame. Peter silently continues to make it bigger and softer, until it covers them both. He makes little chittering noises from the back of his throat, still whimpering and crying, as he does this, and Wade feels so endeared he could cry. Then he curls up on Wade’s chest, still gagged, still dripping, wet eyes still a deep black.

As they drift away into sleep, with Peter secure in Wade’s arms, Wade can’t help but let the warmth spread through his chest. Peter loves him. It’s evident in all his actions.

When Wade opens his eyes, it’s to the sound of ripping webs and his shoulders being shaken. He yawns out loud, and looks up, and it’s to Peter’s panicked face. Peter. His Peter. Normal, brown and doe-eyed Peter with cute non-lethal teeth and no venom. Though from the stickiness he feels on his chest, there’s plenty of venom, and other fluids everywhere on their skin. And also the gag in Peter’s mouth.

“Mmmphn!!!!” Peter whines, and Wade laughs.

“I quite prefer you this,” he says, moving to towards the drawer to fish the key out. He unlocks the gag and it falls out with an wet splat, followed by quite a big amount of venom and saliva. Their bed is wet almost everywhere, and they only now notice that some of the bedsheets have ripped. He taps Peter’s cheek softly. Peter blushes a dark red.

“Wade,” he mumbles, and wow, his voice wrecked from screaming and growling and getting fucked is a sound Wade is already falling in love with. “Did I hurt you?”

Wade can’t stop the snort of amusement from escaping. “With those tiny little things you call fangs? It would tickle me at most, baby. The only reason I didn’t let you bite me is because you didn’t want to. Also because we don’t know what it could do.”

“Hmm,” Peter hums, massaging his jaw. He’s looking around at the mess in the sheet with a sweet flush. “Maybe I should take a sample and test it.”

“Here comes the fucking scientist. I prefer Feral Horny Petey begging to be bred.”

“I did not!” Peter splutters, his face red to the ears. “That was the spider talking!”

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.”

Peter makes another choking noise and brings a hand up to hide his face. Wade scoots forward to press a kiss into his damp hair. Then he traces the dried cum on Peter’s stomach.

“See? No radioactive cum. That’s another universe, baby.”

Peter peeks out from between two fingers. “Yeah.” He looks at Wade, his face splitting into a full toothy grin that makes Wade’s mind and heart feel like unicorns and sunshine. “That was amazing. I… um,” he looks up shyly. “I’d love to do it again.”

“And if those aren’t the magic words,” Wade sings. “I’d be honored.” He watches Peter wince as he gets out of bed, his pale body littered with red patches, which would probably heal in a few hours.

“I can’t believe you’ve been denying yourself this for so long. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” Peter asks, making his way to the washroom.

“A lot of catching up to do, baby boy!”

“Keep trying and maybe one day I’ll let you use the cuffs!” Peter calls out, before shutting the bathroom door, leaving Wade to grin like an idiot in the mess they made on their own bed.

The future is bright and kinky.

Notes:

Peter forms fangs which secrete venom when he’s about to cum, and tries to bite Wade and inject him with it. wade restrains him by gagging him with a metal gag. then peter makes a tiny web for them to sleep in. peter also has spinnerets in this.

peter: i could /kill/ u!!!!

wade: ok

peter, during sex: *hiss* *tiny fangs* 😠

wade: this could kill me. with its cuteness.

i didn’t put much thought into why peter has these traits i just wrote this shit in 24 hours 😭

i guess this is the part in the authors note where i say haha guys i’m actually scared of spiders irl but like. they don’t. they’re chill.

anyway, hope you enjoyed this!! i’d appreciate kudos and comments ^___^!!!!

#ao3 #spideypool

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“You always says that, and yet we wind up right back here.” - ivy/chess

Chess sat on the edge of Ivy's bed, fiddling with the clasp on her bra. It was one of her particularly pretty ones, white with embroidered daisies, and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't worn it just for the distinct pleasure of having Ivy take it off.

"I mean it this time!" Chess threw the words back over her shoulder, her voice taking on a sing-song capability.

Chess couldn't look back at Ivy, because she knew she'd have that annoying, smug, frustratingly sexy smirk on her lips that Chess wouldn't be able to stop herself from kissing off. And that would undercut her point spectacularly.

Tugging her shirt over her head, she stood to begin the search for her knickers. Where exactly had she been when Ivy had taken them off? Well, they'd started in the living room, briefly in the hallway... Chess blushed to think of it.

"Don't get me wrong, sex with you is... illuminating." she said, kneeling on the edge of the bed. "But..."

The words died in Chess' throat as Ivy sat up in bed, the bedsheets pooling around her waist and giving her quite the eyeful. No matter how many times she saw Ivy naked, the other woman always made her feel shy. She was so... Ivy. Gorgeous, everywhere Chess planted a kiss gave way to soft skin and the sweetest sighs. She was starting to get addicted, she was sure of it.

"Um," Chess breathed, involuntarily scooting closer to the other woman. As Ivy dropped a kiss to her shoulder, Chess signed in resignation.

"Fine. One more time."

#jenny's writings;#chess x ivy

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season 1 rang's necklaces were such a sexy choice peeking out from his shirt collars. every time he showed up in that white shirt i died a little bit. black is his bad guy color but they gave him white when he needed to be vulnerable and that made it even more appealing.

ok my story about his opening scene was that i thought his little nerdy persona was gonna become ji-ah's sidekick or something or even a boyish second lead to contrast to yeon. he bothered to explain his whole backstory! i thought for sure that meant he'd be important! but then i stared at his face a second longer and recognized him from the posters and was like OH MY GOD HE'S THE BAD GUY and then 30 seconds later he does his transformation sequence and climbs into the car with gorgeous yongji and i was like. oh. uh oh. this is how it's gonna be is it. welp 😂

also after thinking about it more my favorite character of his after rang is probably yijung. he didn't reach his full potential because a the show was stupidly written and directed and b because his plot was secondary but it let him explore cruelty and vulnerability and arrogance and kindness (i'll never forget he actually stood up for jandi to junpyo being a bitch) and basically just do really well for a young actor. again why i want him to do a role like that again potentially with even more amorality and greater depth after 15 years of experience.

-kbcu anon

You know, before I started with TOTNT, I had finished all other LDW dramas. After Game of thrones and its pathetic last season, I began looking up shows before beginning with them, checking out the end, and when I happened to do that with TOTNT, I read about this character Rang and how he completely overshadowed the leads.

Now, being an LDW fan, I wasn’t happy with that, but when I read that LDWs character got a happy ending and this Rang fellow dies (yes, I was okay with that because I didn’t know Kim Beom then), I started with it, expecting to like Yeon.

But the moment Beom entered the scene, I was bowled over. My plan to hate Rang and like Yeon began fizzling out and failed spectacularly when I came to episode 9. As I moved on, I resented Yeon’s plan to keep Jia alive at the cost of so many others. I’d have been happy if she’d died in Rang’s place. I would even have been okay with it if Yeon stayed dead at Episode 15.

But… we got what we got and I cried when Rang uttered his last word, “hyung.” Season 2 was a consolation prize, putting us in a happy bubble where Rang built a life of his own. And… while I can’t forgive what they did to him in season 1, I think it’s best I confine myself to this bubble 😊

As for Yi-jung, I would’ve probably appreciated that character if he were a little older - would’ve been more convincing. I’m definitely sure he’ll nail it if he did a similar role now. Like I said 2020!Rang would’ve made a very convincing playboy!

I quite liked Lee Gook-soo - he’s a bright ray of sunshine, though it took me some patience to wade through the show. His chemistry with the second girl is cute!

P.S : 2020!Rang had the top button of his shirt open in a lot of scenes - That little skin show does things to me ☺️☺️

#lee rang #tale of the nine tailed #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #kim bum #kim beom

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basedkikuenjoyer · 1 year

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The Great Succession Contest Roundup

We’ll call this a spinoff of Late-Night Togashiposting...but being honest this is mostly so I have something to refer to in like, three years when we finally get back around to the main thread of this arc. Not complaining, I’m about to get to see baby Nobunaga so I’m happy. I’m just tired of needing to do a re-read every time and sort out the fluff from the parts I feel like I actually need to remember in order to keep things straight. Sure, what I consider “fluff” will likely come back to haunt me later and I’ll probably have to re-read this arc about six more times by the end. Luckily it’s awesome...I think. That’s Hunter x Hunter for ya. I’m sure it’ll melt my face off by the end. So let’s go from one extreme of sibling bonds to the other and place your bets on who emerges the next king of Kakin!

1st Prince Benjamin: Ew, no. Muscles McHardass and the Stupid Jumpsuit Apparatus? Too obvious even for hack writers. Will likely die in spectacularly embarrassing fashion.

2nd Prince Camilla: Hey! You’re a crazy bitch... I like her. She has what it takes to be a woman in leadership. How you gonna kill her? Checkmate bastards. I mean figurative bastards not the double scar ones.

3rd Prince Zhang Lei: Booooooring. Coin ability seems cool though. I had an RPG villain who did something similar.

4th Prince Tserri: Only calling him that from now on because they made a point of it. Definitely intrigued. He’s set up as a clear villain but the more I see the more I wonder if awakening Nen isn’t pushing him towards something like we saw with Meruem. It’s changing him. That plus the old friends is a cool story bubbling. That said...this mutha has a date with a certain chain dude. He might have the best story, but I don’t see a winner. Too obvious. (See #9)

5th Prince Tsubeppa: Nice to see women in STEM I guess. Gonna do something other than play Dr. Bunsen? Meh.

6th Prince Tyson: Heh, this chick cracks me up. Probably the biggest wildcard. This is a long sea voyage, people are going to get bored enough to read that book. It’s such a devious trap...think about it, even an enemy reading it to try and glean some edge could fall under her spell. I know she doesn’t seem as clear a threat, but keep an eye on Tyson. Never underestimate the power of delusion and a sexy man-harem.

7th Prince Luzurus: Define “winner.” He might not end up king, but a free cruise spent getting high with Basho sounds like a hell of a time. I’m pulling for ya buddy. You’re right, screw learning Nen superpowers. That’d be like, a total bummer maaaan. More anime potheads.

8th Prince Sale-Sale: First off, momma’s name Swinko-Swinko is awesome and I always remember that. This dude is like Luzurus but not as fun. Though...given daddy’s titty demon Nen Beast, you certainly seem like the most chip off the old block. Otherwise...meh. Easy to kill someone plowing is way to the Dark Continent. Much easier than a perma-paranoid pothead and his warrior poet bodyguard.

9th Prince Halkenburg: First off, nerrrrrrd. With that out of the way, a favorite for good reason. Clearly getting a lot of focus and he has an iron will. This dude is convicted as all getout. That said, starting from the pictured scene (which is a gorgeous panel) I smell Tserri’s opposite. This contest is going to shatter this man’s high-minded ideals. He’ll either win but come out the other side a brutal tyrant or die after crossing a nasty moral boundary.

10th Prince Kacho: KAAAAAAAAAAAAAACHO!!!!! Made me bawl like a baby. You were too good for this world Kacho. Even though you were the second out, you have a path to victory because...

11th Prince Fugetsu: Guardian angel sis has this taken care of. Fugetsu just needs to focus on being her lovely self. Together forever bitches, to hell with the rest! Especially since that tunnel ability is easy mode for assassination should Fugetsu turn to the dark side. Would she use it? No. Would Nencho? Hell yes. Count me on Team Twinsies. They have Ms. Melody.

12th Prince Momoze: Eh, someone had to die first. Kinda wish it wasn’t here because I did like how she seemed like she had a more shrewd mind than appearances would suggest.

13th Prince Maryam: Bold strategy. Hide out in extradimensional space and hope everyone just kinda...forgets about you. Given the high likelihood of a mass murder-suicide to top this arc off, I actually like his chances. Especially with Biscuit in his corner.

14th Prince Woble: First off, you do have to consider Kurapika’s angling for a stalemate. Which is a real possibility of course. As much a possibility as teaching everyone Nen backfiring. Or getting distracted by an amusing task The Phantom Troupe. Being attached to the main character in the arc is of course a bonus, Queen Oito seems in it to win it, but all of that pales in comparison to Woble’s biggest advantage. Absolute gigchad Bill. Seriously future Rhea, don’t forget about Bill.

#hunter x hunter #succession war arc #late night togashiposting #but not too late because Dr Chopper told me not to

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Mmmmm. She's sensationally beautiful and sexy gorgeous!! Lovely beautiful eyes and a sexy gorgeous pretty beautiful face. What a beautiful knockout. Sexy Gorgeous As All Get Out. Hot as fuck. You wine and dine her before you score. She's got class.

You can follow her sexy gorgeousness on Tiktok.

#hot as fuck #sexy college girl #beautiful sexy eyes #sexy as all get out #spectacularly sexy gorgeous!!#spectacularly beautiful face #beautiful long hair #sweet as apple pie #from tiktok

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Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Grace Kelly (Rear Window, High Society, Dial M for Murder)—The literal princess of Hollywood (she retired at 26 to become princess of Monaco), her name said everything about why she was so hot. She carried herself with a grace and elegance you just don't see anymore. Her voice was sultry without being overbearing, and she had the ability to be sweet but suggest a deep sensuality at all times.

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Hedy Lamarr:

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The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

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Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

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Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

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One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

Grace Kelly:

flawlessly beautiful and a literal princess

Her facial structure? Flawless. Her eyes? Stunning. Her hair? Gorgeous. Her style? Immaculate. Every second she’s on screen, she just exudes this elegance and sophistication. It’s no wonder she ended up marrying a prince. But she’s got this mischief in her eyes that is compelling.

She was so elegant, so beautiful and perfect I could cry for real. A fairy disguised as a woman.

the most beautiful of Hitchcock's "icy blondes". elegant, glamorous, she left hollywood to became an actual princess, I mean, COME ON

she's so pretty and refined and elegant! I'm pretty sure taylor swift's blonde hair red lip look is modeled partly after her

She's just so elegant, look at her all dressed up like a Barbie doll in the latest fashions. There's a quiet dignity about her.

Not only was she princess of Monaco she also is Stéphanie de Monaco's mother and yeah, vote for her she's soooo pretty That red dress in Dial M.... hot damn

To me, she is the first and only blonde. She earned it. Paired with Edith Head's costume design she is unstoppable. I dare anyone to watch her as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window and not be completely blown away by her hotness.

SHE IS SO PRETTY AND FASHIONABLE!! Not only that but she has an alluring aura to her in whatever film I've seen her in! Rear Window is just one of my personal favorite films she was in, especially for her costumes in that. And how many actresses can you say was a princess consort in addition to being a famous leading lady?

#grace kelly #hedy lamarr #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 5

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 3 years

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Midnight Magic

A/N: Wrote a smutty part 2 to accompany you lovely folks! 🥰🥰

MASTERLIST

Henry Cavill x Reader

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1855k

Warnings: MUCH PROMISED FLUFF, dirty talk, implied smut, foreplay, kissing, language, teasing

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Y/N wasn’t someone to demand attention but tonight was a different story entirely. Whether it be the holiday magic in the air or the sheer happiness exuding from her beaming smile, they’d never know for sure. She glazed into the fireplace awaiting the arrival of her midnight kiss to show up. The embers flickered uncontrollably creating a spellbinding illusion of comfort. The cerulean blue hue of her dress was majestically magnificent, custom designed to perfection leaving little to the imagination. Paired with a sexy high slit revealed the majority of her right leg; just enough access.

This New Year’s Eve Henry had the peculiar notion to get dressed up as if they were enjoying the evening out. Y/N almost died of happiness then and there seeing the childish reflection in her husband’s hypnotic orbs. 2020 was one helluva year and though it brought them closer than ever as a couple, Y/N wasn’t blind to the hardships occurring throughout the world.

His loins stirred excitedly as lust glazed over his features growing semi-hard. The only barrier holding them from going at it like teenagers. He licked his lips in anticipation eager to have his wife all to himself. No lavish parties or parades of people to entertain this year, just the lot of them, alone and horny. He continued admiring her from afar pouring two flutes of champagne for the pair.

“You look positively scrumptious this evening, Mrs. Cavill.”

Henry silently crept from behind sneaking up unsuspectingly slow. Goosebumps riddled her gorgeous skin rippling in masses. His breath ticked the tiny, delicate hair adorning her neck shooting a pleasurable surge to her limbs. Both endlessly love drunk on one another. His sensational touch alone kicked every sense into overdrive, heightened every emotion he emitted. Y/N reached back entangling her fingers with his newly deemed ‘quarantine curls’ she’d loved to tug on. Small bites traced down her neck leaving small marks in his wake of destruction.

“May I add how delectable you are in a tuxedo, Hen? My god, my poor ovaries must be working overtime.”

A salacious smirk broke out on his lips eyeing her lustfully.

“You haven’t the finest clue what I want to do to you right now, my love.”

Her hips grinded back on their on accord knocking the air from his lungs. All his remaining blood rushed to the tip of his cock as his belly stirred in playful chaos. They swayed back and forth to the melody playing in the background both reflecting on their last year together.

Henry lined himself up with the shell of her ear wrapping his bulky arm firmly around her waist drawing her as close as possible.

“I’m truly astounded this is our 12th year celebrating as a couple.”

Y/N smiled thinking back when they first met. The year was 2008, Henry was a newly promoted regular to a Showtime series called The Tudors. Y/N was a brilliant writer, the brains behind the complex operation. Henry considered her the beauty and brains; Y/N hated when he talked down about himself saying she’d never once doubted the man who became a wonderful husband and even better daddy.

One unparticular day he’d spotted her struggling to balance a pretty hefty pile of scripts and tumbled right into him. Luckily, his super-size and strength kicked in just in time catching the eye of the attractive stranger. In that moment, Henry knew there was something about this woman he craved to figure out. He was just the lucky bastard on the reciprocating end.

“And thank god your parents volunteered to take the kiddos for the evening. Some private adult time is just what the doctor ordered. We owe them BIG time.”

Y/N winked leading him to decipher the meaning behind her blanket statements. She stepped from his grasp breaking his hold on her. He whined at the loss causing Y/N to eye him curiously.

Oh, you little tease.

Henry’s frisky nature broke through lighting the atmosphere around them. Due to the ongoing pandemic and what not, Henry and Y/N found themselves in wintry London at their main hub of a home. Henry’s roots were deep-rooted and his plea so passionate as she agreed to move across the world with him. Their lives halted for the better allowing the family to spend more time than usual as a unit. Though initially hectic and overwhelming, they were secretly thankful for these little moments with their four children. It was a time they so dearly valued at their imaginative ages.

“Oh, I bet my pops could sense the sexual tension oozing off you, darling. You smell mouthwatering.”

“Hush! Besides it is completely natural to pursue a sexual relationship with my husband outside of our children. Gotta keep you coming back for more…”

“Oh sweets, you have no earthly idea how bad I want to fuck you every day of my existence. You are absolutely divine and somehow all mine.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Nobody’s ever made me cum the way you managed to figure out. You play me like a damn instrument.”

“With pleasure.”

“Ugh, you’re insatiable.”

“Oh, come on. Your sex drive is just as insane as mine. Admit it!”

Y/N bit the inside of her lip collecting her thoughts. Henry pried and teased her ribs forcing her to his whims.

“Fine, fine, you win! I’m a ravenous feign when it comes to you. You’d think having kids would cool my jets but then I see these gorgeous faces I birthed and it’s like I reset. Poof, just like that.”

“Well you’re a phenomenal Mum and quite the MILF too.”

Henry inhaled her perfumed scent taking a long sip of bubbly; anything to keep him from combusting.

“Let’s toast, love. We must.”

“My my, how time flies when you’re having fun.”

Her manicured fingers reached for the chilled glass looking up at Henry and his three-month-old beard. She rose her glass slightly higher in preparation for his speech. Her eyes gleamed with pride as she admired her husband.

“Thank you for loving me, Henry. Seriously, you changed my life in so many profound ways.”

The sap in him was beginning to show as his eyes watered with unshed tears; “My love, it is I who should be thanking for you the unending shower of love and affection. You are the beautiful mother of our four wonderous kids who are the absolute lights of my life because of you. You’re a woman worthy of many praises than my silly ramblings. Cheers to you and for another adventure of a year!”

She swatted his chest immediately shutting him up; “Don’t say that! I am just as equally lucky to have found someone who gets me for …me. It’s a wonderful feeling to have you by my side even if I did have to kiss a few frogs.”

“No doubt I the best possible selection.”

Y/N played along jesting back; “I wouldn’t go that far, maybe the easiest?”

Gob smacked Henry’s wit was rapid fire; “If memory serves, you were there too. And just as ravenous.”

“I was about to get nailed by an insanely hot British man. Can you blame me?”

“One look from you and I was a bloody puddle. I had to recite rugby players to keep from losing my shit.”

No matter life’s challenges the past years of their lives, their resolution to stay equals and lovers was stronger than ever. A sinful glow overcame Y/N as she stared directly up at him; “Cheers to you fucking me stupid then?”

“As you wish.”

She refused to glance away maintaining his smoldering gaze; her Y/C eyes screamed sex. His pupils dilated just as his heart speed up voraciously. Both subconsciously tilted their heads oppositely neither daring to move first, unwilling to yield. Y/N challenged his masculinity testing him. Many words could be used to describe Y/N but priss wasn’t one of them.

“Oi, you are a true keeper.”

Y/N checked the matching wrist watch completing her outfit; “T-minus 15 seconds until 2021 is here.”

Still unbreaking of her gaze, Henry stayed silent taking in the beauty of his wife. He could stare at her for the rest of his god given days and die a spectacularly happy man.

10,9,8

“Oh Hen, another marvelous journey with you. Can’t wait to see what 2021 has in store for us.”

7,6

She stared down at his inviting pout unable to look away nor did she truly want to.

“Maybe thinking about another baby?”

Her eyes bulged from her skull as shock illuminated from her pores.

“You’re joshing me?”

His lack of response was more than confirmation enough.

5,4

“There’s something so ridiculously sexy about you being pregnant. I always knew I wanted kids but with you, oh with you I want to have as many as humanly possible. Our very own football team.”

Confusion stamped her features at his terminology. Sometimes Henry forgot they were from different countries.

“Football as in soccer. You know the game with the checkered ba—”

Y/N cut him off; “Jeez baby, save your mansplaining. I’ve been on this side of the pond long enough to understand your oh so clever references.”

3,2

The pros and cons bounced around in her head, doubt never far behind but the mischievous joy coming off him was tantalizing; “Let’s do it.”

2,1

Cheers rang ecstatically from the television as fireworks commanded their attention but they only had eyes for one another. Henry closed the gap kissing her feverishly. He was forever seared into her brain ruined for all other men. Lost in the moment, Y/N barely had time to set her glass down untrusting of her own balance anymore. Henry followed shortly behind. Now with her newfound freedom, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck locking him in place. His questioning tone was almost cause for concern before his façade shattered.

“Really? I do so enjoy seeing you round with my babe. So, fucking irresistible.”

Henry’s jacket was long removed strewn over the couch. That left him standing only in his tight button up and trousers. Y/N merely leaned back his direction bringing his attention towards the zipper aligning her spine. Henry chuckled undoing her dress too easily watching the zipper flair apart. He couldn’t resist admiring the flex of her muscles and how striking she was. Tugging the material over the curvy hips, Y/N noticed Henry was far too overdressed.

“Take off your clothes, now.”

“You bossin me round, babe?”

His muscular tush ignited in minimal pain as her hand connected with his ass whipping rather harshly. A small red welt appeared instantly. Henry stood shocked as Y/N’s smug smile decorated her face.

“You really shouldn’t push me. I don’t like my authority questioned.”

Henry’s mood shifted at her use of roleplay knowing he was in for a well and good night. Henry stripped removing his boxer briefs last. Y/N strutted towards her bedside dresser pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs. Dangling them in front of him, she grinned bashfully; “You’re going to sit your ass on that bed and I’m going to tie you up now. Got it?”

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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Belladonna Noctunis

Notes: One-shot, because spy Elain is living in mind rent free and I needed to get this out of my system 😂 As usual, forgive me for any English mistakes, it's not my first language. I just wanted to have some fun and try something new. Be kind!

Warnings: Language, violence and NSFW (mention).

After three days traveling without so much stop to sleep, the gloomy, seedy tavern looked like Flynn's particular paradise. Even with the dirty, wooden floor and the cobwebs on the corners, he'd never been happier whilst he took a long drink from his cheap beer.

Flynn had never been to Night Court territory before and although he found the rumours about the unparalleled night sky to be true, it was difficult to admire anything when you were too busy trying to not get caught. Either by guards or by the evil, bloodthirsty creatures that lived in that area.

But The Night Court was the perfect place for someone who didn't want to be found. The vast land had miles and miles of forests dangerous enough to make the bravest warriors hesitate. Even the Lord of Bloodshed would think twice before stepping into those places. Of course, the border shared with Day Court made it all easier as well.

Flynn let out a long sigh. Two more days in the back of a horse was all that separated him from his payer. The job hadn't been easy. It was the most challenging he'd done so far. But he and Akir had managed just fine.

Since Akir was the one who got the short stick, therefore the messy part of the job, it was only fair Flynn received the money. Still… whatever the prick was doing right now, it was better than being in this hellhole.

Most of the customers had already headed upstairs, the lucky ones with some company. Only a few other males remained in the tavern, sleeping miserably in their chairs, probably too drunk to even take a step, when exhaustion began to settle over Flynn, heavy like a blanket.

He was finishing his third beer, about to raise his hand to call the bartender to ask for one of the rooms upstairs, when a flash of purple and gold caught his attention.

He didn't hear her enter the room. But right there, taking a seat at the other side of the bar, was undoubtedly the most stunning female he'd ever seen.

In a lilac gown that did nothing to hide her curves, especially her backside, her golden-brown hair braided was thrown over one shoulder, exposing her pointy ears, a five petal withe flower behind the left one.

Beautiful, with pink lips that were begging to be kissed… She was every male's dream. Flynn didn't try to hide his eyes glued to her, scanning slowly that perfect face and traveling through the delicious curves of her body. She would be even more beautiful between his sheets, that was for sure.

Given that the bartender was almost drooling when he served her a glass of wine on the house, he probably was thinking the same thing.

Under the scarce faelights, she glowed so at odds with the dark tavern. It was strange, he admitted, that a stunning lady like her frequented such a place. But Flynn didn't pay so much attention to that. Not when doe-brown eyes found him already staring and a little, sweet smile curved her lips before she sipped from her glass.

It was everything he needed to approach her.

He made a point of lowering his voice before saying, "If I knew I would find the most beautiful female I've ever seen in the Night Court, I would have visited these lands sooner."

If it was possible, she was even more stunning from up close, with her soft, creamy skin and large eyes. And her scent… almost made him dizzy.

Her face remained neutral though, as if she had heard that many times before. Which probably she had. "A traveler, are you?"

He smirked, "I'm whatever you wish me to be, gorgeous."

At that, she let out a low laugh. Totally unimpressed as if he had told her the funniest joke she'd ever heard. And strangely that only made him want her more. He wanted to know what would take to make a classy lady like her give in, to make her crawl into his bed.

Every ounce of tiredness suddenly gone.

"If this is how you approach someone where you came from, I have pity on those females," she remarked.

"No one has ever complained. Maybe you just need to try something new." The words left his mouth before he even realized.

Flynn didn't know if it was the stress of the last days or the two months since he had sex. But he could already imagine every filthy thing he would do to her, every place he would fill her.

She didn't respond, only raised her eyebrows in disbelief. It was the sweetest thing that look on her face.

His voice dropped an octave, "Maybe you need an actual male to treat you the way you deserve."

A small blush stained her cheeks, but she just crooked her head and studied him. Her eyes assessing him from head to toe in a way that made him feel bare.

The female narrowed her eyes at him and grabbed her glass, standing from her seat, "What makes you think you are an actual male that can give me what I want?"

Her tone was quiet and low as if she was telling him all of her secrets. And damn him if he didn't want to know them all.

She moved toward a table in the corner, her hips swaying in a way that he couldn't help but watch.

A heartbeat later he joined her.

They talked for a while. The flirting, the innuendos slowly blending into meaningless conversation.

Usually Flinn wasn't one who would talk to get someone into his bed. He would rather pay to have what he wanted than having the job of talking nonsense. But for her… well, it wasn't everyday a pretty thing like that crossed his path. And he doubted she would appreciate it if he offered her money in exchange for a good time.

But also... maybe it was her easy smiles or her open expression, but she did have something that made him want to keep talking, keep the conversation alive.

The fact that she wasn't boring also helped to ease his impatience.

So there he was, talking about a particularly charming incident that happened to him at Solstice when he was younger. It had ended with him lost in the middle of a deserted beach named Prateada, completely naked.

He hoped she would get intrigued as to why he was naked in the first place, the perfect cue to smoothly shift the conversation to a more heated direction.

But the female tilted her head back and laughed. Strangely, he took satisfaction from it. Everything about her was sexy and lovely in the same, perfect measure. Gods, she was killing him. He wished things could go a little faster.

"So you're from Summer, then." She mused, propping her chin over her first.

He shaked his head, "My friend is from Summer, gorgeous. Actually he lives close to that beach, but he didn't come to rescue me, the little shit." Her laugh was a song to his ears and hopefully a promise of what it would come next. "But I'm from Day."

She asked, "Oh? And where is this friend of yours?"

Flynn didn't miss the suggestive edge hidden in her tone."Why? Interesting?"

She bit her bottom lip, and a delicious, deep pink colored her cheeks as she whispered, "You know what they say... three is a party."

Gods above.

His blood heated and his cock ached in his pants.

She was really just sitting there, pouring sweet nothings into the conversation, batting her eyelashes and making his head spin.

The delicate flared of her nostrils told him she smelled it, too. His arousal.

Flynn locked his gaze with hers and drained his drink to the edges, her eyes tracked every bob of his throat.

"Unfortunately for you, my friend had an urgent matter and had to head home. But two can make a party just fine."

She merely hummed and took a sip of her wine. "Sure about that? You do look tired."

"My journey has been tough." He added after a heartbeat, his words full of promise, "It takes more than that to make me tired, don't worry."

She nodded to herself before grabbing their glasses. He made to help her, but one look from her froze him in place. "Sit. I'll take care of you, tonight." And with that, she was gone.

Cauldron boil him alive.

His pants were getting tighter by the second. Flynn took a deep breath, shaking slightly in anticipation.

A beer was placed before him a few moments later and this time she didn't bother to sit across the table, pulling a chair to sit by his side. Her sweet scent hit him hard and he tried not to look too much at her cleavage as he drank his beer, but failed spectacularly.

"I heard the people in Day are very… concerned." She started, her delicate scent enveloping him. "After what happened in the High Lord's palace."

His eyes shot to hers, meeting those doe eyes of hers. Flynn kept his face careful blank, even though a wave of smugness went through his body. It wasn't everyday a plan was executed with such perfection - and right under the High Lord's nose. He knew he shouldn't be talking about it. But changing the subject would only make things more suspicious so he had to play along. "They have reason to be. No one saw who did it."

Flynn took another long sip from his beer, eyes still fixed on her. He didn't know if that scent of hers were messing with his senses, but we could swear even his drink was sweeter, his head lighter.

She inclined her body a little, getting closer to him as if she was about to reveal even The Mother's secrets. Her eyes flickered in a way that should be forbidden.

He felt chills going down his spine.

"It is disturbing, though." She went on, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, careful to not mess with the flower. "They say the palace wing where one of his lovers was killed is the most guarded one."

He chuckled, too lightheaded. "Perhaps the west wing guards were off duty that day."

Her grin turned wilder as she nodded. "Well… maybe they should be fired, don't you think?"

With that gods' damn scent of hers filling his nose, he couldn't take it anymore. He was too drunk in desire, the corner of his visions turning black. He couldn't even breathe right anymore.

He murmured, "Here I was, thinking you were a good girl."

His heart was beating fast when he dropped his head, aiming at last for those plumb, pink lips.

He wouldn't even make it to the room. No, he would exposed that beautiful backside right there, bent her over the table and fuck her hard, just the way he liked it.

Flynn was already sweating, his mouth was inches from hers - when he felt the air get caught in his throat.

Frowning, he pulled back and gasped slightly at first, swallowing hard as he tried to pull air into his lungs. But it was like his throat had become too tight all of the sudden.

Still trying to ease that feeling, he undid the first bottoms of his tunic.

But it was like there wasn't enough air in the world anymore.

The female didn't show a hint of concern as she stood just to sit on the table before him. Wine in hand, she just observed.

Sweat was pooling in his forehead, his own hands and feet going numb.

"You proved yourself to be a better company than I've imagined, Flynn," she said.

Realization hit him like a punch in the gut.

He knew he hadn't given her his name. His guard was down, but he wasn't so careless, so stupid. Or so he thought. A small, secret smile bloomed on her face. "Although I do think it's interesting that you know in which palace wing his lover was killed when this is private information of the High Lord."

His eyes went wild. Shit.

"You-", he gasped, looking between her and his drink as his numbed hands covered his throat. His vision darkened further, but he still looked at her, at that adorable, fucking flower behind her ear. And utter panic almost made his blood stop cold in his veins.

Only four petals remained.

"Belladonna Noctunis, in case you're wondering. I grow it myself." Her face was harder, any trace of amusement gone. "It wasn't enough to kill you."

The world got darker around them and Flynn noticed it wasn't only because of that damn flower she'd put in his drink. He tried to look around, but he couldn't see past that darkness, that veil of swirling shadows. Where the hell were the bartender or the drunks, he had no idea.

He was still gasping for air, his throat almost completely closed, when a male stepped from a shadow behind her as if he was hidden somewhere in between them. Enormous wings peeking over his shoulders. Ilyrian.

A shiver shook his body as shadows curled around the male, his eyes blazing between them. His voice was deep, but soft as he asked, "Are you ready to go, El?"

That wasn't a common power, Flynn knew that much. He had heard stories about it for centuries, but it was like his brain was as numb as his entire arm now. He couldn't quite place who those people were, not when he was in desperate need of air, his legs getting too heavy to even lift a foot.

A smile bloomed in her face at the sound of the male's midnight voice. "Yes."

Flynn's eyelashes were becoming heavy, sweat running down his face as he still tried to make sense.

The male walked toward them. "Do I need to make him speak more?"

She shook her head. "No, I already have our confirmation. And you owe me fifty golden marks, by the way. I know where the other one is, too."

Shit. Flynn tried to stand at Akir's mention, but his own body wouldn't obey him.

The male gave her a smile as well. "Of course you do," he murmured, chuckling. "You are the sweetest little minx."

She turned to the male, something sparkling in her eyes before asking, "Will you take care of him?"

The male stared at Flynn, his hazel eyes cold. No softness in his voice, no amusement curving his lips. No trace of any emotion now. "He will be our personal present to Helion. They both will."

Fuck. Fuck.

"Generous of you, my love." She was still smiling at the male when she took his scarred hand in hers.

But the way he'd say the High Lord's name, with such casualness as if he knew him… even with his mind and body almost giving up, Flynn saw through his panic, the pieces of a puzzle clicking slowly into place.

That remarkable, perfect face of her… and those shadows… They actually knew the High Lord of The Day Court, because they were members of the… what was the name, again? Inner Circle.

He had heard the tales that travelled through Prythian of how the powers of fate united three brothers and three sisters, including the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. And the Generals.

Which means… if the male was the Shadowsinger, if they were the High Lord and Lady of The Night Court personals spies...

The last thing Flynn saw was the face of the Kingslayer herself looking down at him - and then the Shadowsinger touched his arm and the world vanished into shadow.

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freelancearsonist · 3 years

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February Fic Recs!

Hi everyone! I’ve realized that part of the problem with interaction within the fic community is that not as many larger creators are doing their part to reblog and recommend fics like they used to when I first joined Tumblr. And while I wouldn’t really consider myself a “large” blog, I still want to do my part to help boost my fellow creators :) So here’s a list of what I read this month!

02.01 // “a letter addressed to the manager of the letter room” by @propertyofabelmorales (Richard Alsonso-Munoz) // I’ve read this at least three times omg because it’s currently the only Richard content we have and it’s wonderfully written and the letter format is unique but really interesting and so fitting given the character so yeah 10/10 please keep ‘em coming Vic 😂

02.02 // “Walls that Come Down” by @houseofthirst (Nathan Bateman) // this made me horny and made me cry at the same time and I think it’s really unfair that you have the power to do that to me tbh 😂 This is so wonderfully written and such a beautiful take on Nathan’s character and ugh lemme go cry in my corner

02.03 // “Meet Me on Endor” by @autumnleaves1991-blog (Poe Dameron) // “You are so beautiful, all the time” made me tear up a little bit because it’s so distinctly Poe and I also horny cried because god I’d give anything for this man

02.04 // “In the Night” by @jawabear (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // this was emotional and beautiful and sexy all at once and it made me cry a lil bit in bed at 2am and honestly I thank you for it

02.05 // “Something About You And I” by @sacklerscumrag (Poe Dameron) // This was beautifully written and also so so so sexy and I realized I might have a bit of unresolved bondage kink while reading this so thanks for that 😂

02.06 // “The Night That Follows” by @roanniom (Poe Dameron) // I found this kind of by accident and then it turned out to be one of the most beautiful fics I’ve ever read in my life??? I’m seriously like trembling how can someone pack so much talent into one sexy fic I’m—

02.07 // “The Punishment” by @mandorush (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // This is so fucking sexy what the fuck and then I found out it’s a whole series??? Yeah so needless to say my 2am binge was entirely worth it omg 🤤

02.08 // “Dessert is on the Counter” by @nathan-bateman (Abel Morales) // I read this before you posted to make the moodboard but I’ve legit reread like seven times since then omg. A quality fic in every way. 10/10

02.09 // “Affection” by @wasicskosgirl (Llewyn Davis) // This is one of my all-time favorite fics for my favorite man 😭 everything about this is so cute and I would literally die to snuggle with this sweet boy 😭

02.10 // “Tell Me” by @rebellou (Poe Dameron) // I don’t even know what to say omfg this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever read in my life and I’d like this fic chiseled onto my gravestone so I have something nice to take with me into the afterlife

02.11 // “Romantic Dreams” by @witchyavenger (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Yeah I want this holy hell this was so spectacularly written and so sexy and 😩 god I can’t even have kids but I wish he would breed me omg

02.12 // “Pressing Camera Questions” by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Nathan Bateman) // Omg this is so wonderfully constructed, even as something of an introductory piece to this series. I’m so excited to see what comes!

02.13 // “Free Fall” by @michaelperry (Mikael Boghosian) // There’s so little fic for Mikael on this site and so finding this kinda felt like striking gold 😂 especially because it’s so wonderfully writing and so sexy and 🤤

02.14 // #valentines fic tag by @propertyofabelmorales (Literally every Oscar Isaac character) // I got to read so many amazing fics today because of the Valentine’s fic exchange but shit dude you went above and beyond!! I wanted to only plug each author once on this fic rec calendar but there’s no way I couldn’t give you a shout out for this. Even in addition to your piece for the fic exchange you wrote so much incredible fic for literally every character I can think of (including Marcus!!!!!!!!! As I’m writing this you haven’t even posted his yet but I saw his name on the list and I’ve been having heart palpitations ever since) so yeah explore this tag because there’s fic for literally everyone and it’s all so wonderfully written and *chef’s kiss*

02.15 // “ghosts” by @unstoppableforcce (Javier Peña) // This one gave me CHILLS omfg this is just the first part and I was rolling on the ground. Everything about this is so beautifully constructed and haunting and UGH this is amazing 😭

02.16 // “Pretty” by @waatermelon-sugaar (Blue Jones) // Holy shit this unlocked like seven kinks that I didn’t even know I had 🤤 this was so wonderfully written and so sexy and realistic? Idk if that’s a good descriptor but like I could feel everything you were describing sdkfdkfjdkfj I LOVED THIS

02.17 // “home.” By @pascal-isaac (Llewyn Davis) // Look I wish I was kidding when I say that I’ve read this fic upwards of seven times sdkjskdjskd this is one of my all-time favorite fics and it only gets hotter with age 😩 this fic is like a fine wine and I would like to have it inscribed on my tombstone when I inevitably escape from this plane of existence

02.18 // “Turning to the Dark...” by @mylifeisactuallyamess (First Order!Poe Dameron) // If I’m being honest I’m not usually a fan of darker fics but this one worked for me. It was so sexy and honestly kind of beautiful in the way you describe the interrogation and later Poe’s willful turning. I really enjoyed this and will probably read again 🥺

02.19 // “My Best Decision” by @knivesareout (Javier Peña) // Fuck guys I’ve had baby fever like a motherfucker this month and this made it so much worse 😂 Dad!Javi is so fucking cute omg and this fic was SO SEXY and it really hit all of my bases 😩

02.20 // “my sweet baby” by @writingletterstothefire (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Look I’ve read this fic 293394 times and it’s good EVERY TIME. Dirty Dancing is the good kush and this fic made my obsession with that movie like 1000 times worse omfg. I read this every time I’m in a bad mood and it just puts a smile on my face so fast omg I would literally beg for a longer version

02.21 // “Sounds of Silence” by @veuliee2 (Orestes) // This fic? This fic right here? Lives rent free in my mind. To the truest capacity of the statement. I wish I was kidding when I say that not a single day goes by where I don’t think about this. I don’t even really know what to call this? Maybe Something along the lines of associates to lovers? Whatever this qualifies as it’s literally one of my absolute favorite fics of all time and I will never forget the way you shattered and mended my heart with one story

02.22 // “Mr. & Mrs. Cooper” by @aellynera (Bud Cooper) // THIS IS BRILLIANT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH ok first of all that this is like one of two fics for this character 😂 but also this is the most beautifully, ironically constructed fic ever? Everything about this is entirely grasping and there’s THREE PARTS that are all just as good as the rest and 😩 I literally couldn’t ask for a more perfect fic

02.23 // “Catch” by @ollypopp (Poe Dameron) // This is a short drabble but I had to include it because DAMN this is so sexy and wonderful for such a short piece and I’ll be thinking about this for the next month so thank you 😂

02.24 // “Blooming most recklessly” by @writefightandflightclub (Evgeni Kolpakov) // This is so beautifully written while simultaneously being so sexy???? How do you do it Luna I am forever in awe of your talent 😭 I can just visualize everything he says and does so clearly and I’m so in love with this piece 😭💛

02.25 // “falling for you” by @luminouspoes (Poe Dameron) // This is the cutest thing ever wtf 😭😭 The pining is so strong even though it’s short and it’s just all around so wonderfully written and I must go cry in my corner now

02.26 // “Liability” by @honeymandos (Nathan Bateman) // THIS WAS GORGEOUS WTF I’m crying over some soft Nathan in this house tonight 😭 I was legit so worried for a while that he’d send reader away but then he CAVED and my heart sang hallelujah—

02.27 // “electric spark” by @woakiees (Duke Leto Atreides) // Hi I need everyone to read this please so it can destroy your body and live in your mind and occupy all of your waking thoughts like it does for me k thanks

02.28 // “The Child” by @starryeyedstories (Poe Dameron) // This was the sweetest thing ever what the heck 😭😭😭 I am eternally sobbing over this lil found family-ish vibe and dad!Poe is literally everything I’ve ever wanted and UGH I have to go cry for the next month

#fic rec #february fic recs #poe dameron x reader #santiago garcia x reader #nathan bateman x reader #richard alsonso-munoz x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #javier peña x reader #blue jones x reader #orestes x reader #bud cooper x reader #evgeni kolpakov x reader #leto atreides x reader

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years

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Weekly Recap | July 27-August 2nd 2020

Another big one this week! I discovered a new writer, can you guess who it is? 😆

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[Bucky is typing] by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 4K | Mature): Steve just wants to wind down, post mission, with the silly cupcake game Clint downloaded onto his stark phone. He doesn't know who 'Bucky' is, or why he's texting Steve so aggressively. He doesn't mean to answer the phone and argue with the charming voice on the other end. He certainly never meant for the arguing to be interpreted as flirting... But maybe he should just go with it? Maybe Bucky is exactly the leap Steve needs to take, to find his way in the world again.

d-sides and rarities, Chapter 11. balcony + fairy lights by Deisderium/ @deisderium (Shrunkyclunks | Teen): Pepper's PA keeps helping Steve with gala events and public appearances. Steve's trying to keep it professional. Good luck with that.

Helping You Out by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (PWP | 3,7K | Explicit): Steve is not having a great time here... attempting to find his own prostate. So of course, Sam's gorgeous best friend Bucky chooses this exact moment to walk into Steve and Sam's dorm room unnanounced.

Saké It To Me by Kalee60/ @kalee60 (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Teen): Being roped into speed dating was not how Bucky imagined spending his Friday night, especially when he realises some of these people might just be a little bit over his pay grade. But then Steve sits down, gorgeous, friendly and full of genuine warmth. Within mere minutes he manages to completely charm the pants off Bucky (or so his future self hopes). So why then, after such a strong connection, didn't Steve call him?

Tap That by Kalee60/ @kalee60 (Meet-cute | 2K | General): When Steve is distracted while waiting at a busy crosswalk on the way to an important meeting, he inadvertently meets the man of his dreams - but only after making the most mortifying social gaffe of his life.Red faced and apologetic he tries to forget the incident.But sometimes when things go wrong - they suddenly turn out spectacularly right.

Pressure Points by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 3K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes hates to fly. And this flight is starting out worse than normal. Except for the hot, built, blond sat beside him... Who has shoulders for days, a voice like molasses, and some very interesting ideas about how to ease Bucky's anxiety... (Part 1 of 💙 Pressure)

Under Pressure by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 6K | Explicit): Bucky is still high off the sexy encounter he experienced with the super hot guy from his flight yesterday.Only today is not turning out quite so great. He could really use some more of that stress relief that Steve doled out so graciously on the plane.And he left Bucky his number right? Which means Bucky could just call him... See if he's busy...He's doing it - he's calling him. It's ringing. (Part 2 of 💙 Pressure)

High Pressure System by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Explicit): So Steve ran out on him.Ran out saying 'I'll call, you' which everyone knows means Bucky just got ghosted. Except it turns out his booty call might be more than Bucky bargained for. How deep is he willing to dig to chase the answers to his questions? And why is he finding it so impossible to say no to this guy? Steve Rogers, who ARE you... (Part 3 of 💙 Pressure)

Pressure Rising by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 7K | Explicit): Waking up in a farmhouse, on an apple orchard, in the arms of a man who could bench press a minivan, with eyelashes like a disney princess and shoulders like a greek god is Bucky's fantasy turned reality.Except this is sort of a kidnapping.And his life might be falling apart in the real world.And Bucky might not give a shit, because Steve Rogers is like a drug, and Bucky just can't get enough.Also, it turns out, maybe Bucky is a drug for Steve too... (Part 4 of 💙 Pressure)

Pressing You Down by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Explicit): Steve Rogers is a master tactician, a supersoldier, a born leader. So why is it, as the team are closing in on an epic mission, two years in the making, that Bucky Barnes (and his thighs, lets face it, men have bled for less) and the possibility of he and Steve having a future together, might be enough to compromise everything his team have worked so long for.Actually, maybe it doesn't have to...Maybe everything is about to work out exactly the way Steve wants it to.Well... A man can dream. (Part 5 of 💙 Pressure)

💙 and the next by mcwho (Time traveling | 12K | Explicit): They have him in the common room of all places, and they won’t let Steve see him. or: a time-travel glitch lands 1936's bucky right in 2025 steve's lap

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Adorably awkward by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 32K | Explicit): The one where Bucky uses Steve's car window as a mirror and Steve can appreciate the view...

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💙 Heirloom by 2bestfriends/ @addyetc (Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage | 4/5 | 17K | Explicit): King Steven Grant Rogers of Aphekion is only 20 years old. He relies on the wisdom of his advisors, the strength and honesty of his people, and the love and kindness his mother left to him. He wants nothing more than to honor them all by bringing peace to his kingdom. So much has been sacrificed already. If he must sacrifice his hope for love, then so be it.

💙 Revenance by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel, SinpaiCasanova (The Old Guard AU/The Song of Achilles AU | 2/? | 5K | Mature): And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Or, the one where Steve and Bucky are immortal and used to be known as Achilles and Patroclus.

💙 With Only You by brucespringsteen (Time Travel | 6/9 | 35K | Explicit): Steve, semi-retired and still a bastard who doesn’t follow rules, touches a cube that sends him to 1938, eighty-six years in the past. He takes it well. Bucky, twenty-one and baby-faced, takes it even better.

💙 Sergeant Barnes and Colonel Rogers: Lessons in Lust, Longing and Inappropriate Erections. by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks | 1/4 | 5K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is a decorated (though young) Sergeant in the United States Army, a Ranger with the 75th regiment, a sniper of unparalleled skill; he still expects his first day as an Avenger to be challenging. He is not at all prepared for the greatest challenge to be one hot as fuck, steely eyed, Colonel Rogers. More specifically, he is not expecting the greatest challenge to be keeping his dick under control whenever Colonel Rogers, with his broad shoulders and his authoritative command and his fucking thick, gorgeous beard, enters into Bucky's immediate vicinity.

💙 Tender is the Ghost by Hark_bananas/ @harkbananas (Post-WS | 6/12 | 70K | Explicit): This thought is uncontrollably followed by another one: I’m not alone anymore. He looks over his shoulder, through the kitchen door, to where Bucky is sitting at his usual place at the head of the dining table, and he feels an unconstrainable smile breaking out across his face, the barest hint of threatening tears along its bright edge. Bucky is still looking past Steve’s left ear, but slowly, gingerly, one side of his mouth quirks up. Steve feels giddy, he wants to shout, or faint, or something to relieve the carbonated pressure that is bubbling up inside of him. Instead, he laughs, short and cheerful, and opens the oven door. (Part 2 of Tender is the Ghost)

💙 A Call to Motion by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Uni AU | 2/? | 16K | Explicit): He was a jock, he did ballet, what more can I say? (aka: Steve’s football coach sends him to learn ballet to improve his game, Bucky is the dance TA tasked with teaching him).

💙 Bespoke by the1918/ @the1918 (Shrunkyclunks, ABO AU | 7/10 | 72K | Explicit): “I love you, too. So fucking much,” Steve answered. His voice sounded cracked and exhausted, an exposed nerve ending in the shape of a man. “Some days I still don’t believe you’re real. Feels— feels like somehow, I’ve always loved you. Even when I didn’t know you.” Bucky smiled softly at that and felt his heart threaten to explode. Still straddling his lap, he reached a hand up to cup Steve’s cheek. “You’ve always known me,” he stated, simply. “I was made for you, remember?” (Part 2 of 💙Compatible)

💙 Songbird by chicklette/ @chicklette (Singer Bucky, Fake relationship | 13/15 | 61K | Explicit): At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top. Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

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(An RP excerpt with @pocketfox)

It wasn't that Matthias minded the fact that it was a strip club. It wasn't that he minded it was for gay men. It wasn't even that he minded he was paying for his own damn drinks because Ricky's best man was a cheapskate. What drove Mat up the damned wall about the whole thing was that every damn man in their little bachelor party group had someone to go home to that night. Mat was the only one who'd have a terminal case of blue-balls after it was all over. Resigning himself to another date with Missus Palmer, Mat slouched in his chair and tried not to stare too long at the lush bubble butts and rippling abs.

At first glance, one might not peg Mat for ex-military. His wavy auburn hair would probably have brushed his shoulders if he let it out of its ponytail and the three-day-old beard on his face made him look more rugged than scruffy. His snug jeans were dark-washed to hide any potential grease stains and his heavy boots said 'work' more than 'march.' But the way his biceps strained the sleeves of his black t-shirt and his shoulders filled out the rest might've lent one cause to think he was at least a fighter of some kind. In short, Matthias Silverton was built like a brick shithouse and looked like a common laborer.

"Heeey," shouted Henry - Ricky's best man - over the din of the music. "Figured we'd celebrate up right, yeah?" He produced a box of cigars with a flourish and passed them around. Mat grimaced - Cheap-ass drugstore shit. - but took one anyway. Everyone knew he liked them, but few understood that he liked good ones.

"It's a party and you're making them smoke that junk?" an impish voice piped up.

Next to the table, appearing as if by magic, stood a young man who looked like he had been shaped by some divine Creator for just this kind of place. He couldn't have been more than five and a half feet, dressed in acid wash jeans and a black v-neck fishnet t-shirt that both look like they'd been lovingly painted on his lean, athletic frame. He stood with one hand braced on a curvy, cocked hip and the other balancing a tray loaded with drinks of varying kinds, his head tilted and a coy smile on his plush lips.

Setting the tray down near at hand, the boy began passing out each man's chosen libations, and oh yes, you know he leaned over the table far more than necessary, his pert backside popped up to show off the sexy curves he could make from shoulders to ass. With a wink towards Matthias, he straightened up again, tucking back a loose strand of impossibly red hair that had escaped from his messy ponytail. "If you're not careful, I'll tell my boss somebody's trying to have a good time with cheap cigars in his club," he teased.

Christ... Mat was an atheist, but some days even the godless need some way to swear. He swallowed compulsively as his gaze swept over the young man exactly as that pose demanded it do. Even reminding himself that these guys trained for that special look didn't keep the jolt of lust from waking his dick. And here he'd told himself he could manage not to look much...

He took his mimosa with a grateful nod. Nobody gave a big man like him shit for his drink choices; one clenched fist put stop to that. "Tell him," Mat spoke up, his voice a smooth, easy baritone with a hint of Georgia in it. "Maybe he'll feel challenged and send out somethin' better." The other men at the table snorted and waved Mat off to a chorus of 'whatever, man' and 'snob.'

Straightening up, Fisher gave the big man a thoughtful look, one tinged with impish amusement that lit up his eyes. In the muted light of the club, they were a deep forest green, but one had to imagine they glowed like new leaves in decent lighting. Then he laughed and tossed his ponytail back over his shoulder. "Or maybe he'll come out looking for the guy who besmirched his honor," he chuckled. "And believe me, you don't want Lucian Redding thinking you besmirched what little honor he's got left; he's even bigger than you, sweet thing." His gaze raked over Mat, and yes, he was absolutely undressing the man with his eyes and making no secret of it.

Then, abruptly, the boy spun in one fluid movement and sauntered away with just the right amount of sway in his hips to give a man ideas. He made his way back to the bar, expertly dodging tables and grabby patrons both, to share a few words with the scruffy-haired young man currently behind it. Both of them glanced towards the party, and then Fisher was gone, probably through some staff only door.

Thankfully when he reappeared a few minutes later, it wasn't with his reportedly gigantic boss in tow. No, it was with a wooden box, one he presented with a flourish to the table. "Lucian was appalled," he explained, "and he demanded I rectify the situation right this instant. His words, so enjoy, boys."

For a single irrational moment, Mat wanted to know what those gorgeous green eyes looked like in the throes of passion. It was absolutely imperative to his brain for a good few seconds before he got finally ahold of himself somewhere in the middle of the word 'besmirched.' A faint blush touched Mat's cheeks at having it pointed out that he was the biggest of the men at the table; it was something he tried not to make a fuss over, but he lifted motorcycles while most of his buddies did lighter work or surfed desks. Not that he was all that close to any one of these men. He'd served with Ricky, which meant he got invited to things like weddings, but he wasn't exactly a drinking buddy with any of them.

These thoughts kept him distracted enough to not notice how the young man undressed him so blatantly, but not so distracted he couldn't watch those hips on the way out. "Damn," he muttered. So did two other people at the table (including Ricky, whose soon-to-be-husband Chase would have been very jealous to see that dazed look on Ricky's face). Mat's palms itched to hold those hips and he goddamn knew better than to daydream.

He was in the midst of stuffing all that attraction back into the mental trash bin when Fisher returned with some much better cigars in a proper wooden box. "If I didn't know Henry's already set us up on separate tabs, I'd hope you put this on his. How much?" he asked, fingers hovering already. It was an expense he could probably swing tonight. Just the once.

"This one's on the house, honey. Our treat." Fisher gave this 'Henry' guy such a look. It was the sort of look that made a guy feel like he'd just kicked a puppy and tripped Mother Theresa, because separate tabs at a guy's bachelor party? Really? C'mon, Hank.

Sliding up onto the edge of the table, Fisher took a seat like he belonged there, his long legs crossed at the knee. He knew just how to pose himself to give just about every guy at the table a delicious view, but one brawny, Georgia-flavored man in particular was getting the real feast: smooth lines, warm eyes, soft lips, and a teasing slice of tight, flat belly when Fisher's shirt rode up just so. "So who's the special guy tonight?" he cooed. "Wait, no, let me guess... You. Right?" He winked at Ricky. "I know that look... You keep telling yourself you're a bad, bad man for eating the eye candy."

Slyly Fisher cast a glance at Mat. But not you, right? that look said. You want to eat me up until there's nothing left...

Before he could spend any time questioning it, Mat leapt on the good fortune of not smoking dollar cigars and plucked up one of the Good Shit (tm) instead. He had his cigar clipper in his chest pocket, but instead he pulled out a very sharp pocket knife to clip the end. Last thing he needed was some asshole not returning it; easier to lend a pocket knife 'round the table instead. He almost laughed aloud at the look Fisher shot the best man. Somehow, he instead kept his mirth to chewing the inside corners of his lips.

While Fisher talked up Ricky, Matthias kept telling himself to stop looking - and kept failing his own orders spectacularly. The boy was an absolutely delicious creation and God help him, did he ever want a taste. His steely grey eyes never once stopped roaming those smooth lines - but for the one moment when he locked gazes with Fisher and his perusal froze. There was that impulse to see passion in his face again, not just to fuck the boy but to see real ecstasy on his elfin features. Ricky blathered something about getting married in three days but Mat heard none of it.

Flirting with the customers was part of the job, and Fisher had it down to a science. He could even rightfully be accused of mentally checking out during some of the longer nights, particularly when he had to deal with parties just like... no, not like this one. Because now he couldn't tear his eyes away from the quiet, almost grim man next to him. The man -- Fisher thought he'd heard him called Mat -- had barely spoken to him, and yet something about him had sunk its claws into the boy and refused to let go.

Fisher swallowed thickly and realized Ricky was still talking to him. He laughed and wagged a finger at the groom-to-be. "Naughty, naughty. But what happens in these walls stays here, right? Don't worry, we won't tell." He then pressed that finger to his own lips in a shushing gesture. And yet even as he flirted, his attention kept slipping back to Matthias, and suddenly he was aware of... Christ Almighty, was he hard? At work? Just from a customer staring at him? It would have been enough to make Fisher blush if he hadn't had that particular reflex numbed out of him years ago.

"So hey," he said suddenly, "I'm not scheduled on stage tonight, so how about I take care of you boys instead? Make sure you have a good time before reality tries to remind us it exists?"

A pang of disappointment hit him like a knife to the chest, inexplicably strong dismay at the thought that this beautiful boy a.) was a dancer, holy fuck, and b.) wasn't going to be dancing, goddammit. Rather than give his emotions any sway (and really, when did he ever?), Mat picked up his mimosa and took a sip. "Cigars and the hottest little thing in the club? And here I was all fixin' to be pissed off tonight," he drawled softly. When his gaze met Fisher's again, the hint of mirth was there warming the steel of his eyes long before it came anywhere near his lips.

A second later, the emotion was gone as he turned back to the party of six men. "Hell yeah," one answered. "Gonna get our Ricky-boy a lap dance?" asked another. Mat's growl cut in, "He said he'd take care of us, not that he's gonna perform. Pay a dancer for your lap dances." Why did the thought of this delicate young man dancing on the lap of someone like Ricky make him want to murder his friend with his bare hands? Homicide was not a good look on him, so he picked up his drink again and downed a good portion of it.

Fisher only barely stopped himself from blinking at Mat in open shock. With any other customer, his first instinct would have been to assume the guy wasn't into the idea of strip clubs and lap dancers, but he'd seen the way this one looked at him... Something fluttered in Fisher's belly when he realized Mat had sounded almost... possessive. Normally the little redhead detested that sort of behavior so why...

Giving his head a shake to clear it, and disguising it as a gesture of regret, Fisher flashed Ricky and his companions an apologetic smile. "Afraid your grumpy friend here has it right, boys. I'd hate to take money out of another boy's g-string... but how about I make it up to you?" Without waiting for an answer, he hopped off the table and headed off in search of both a drink and something to appease the party, because even if all he wanted right now was to snug himself up into Mat's lap and offer him his own private dance, he still had to consider just how much a half dozen drunk, horny partiers were going to bring in if they were finessed just right.

When Fisher returned, it was with a bright orange drink in his hand and a gorgeous young Asian man, built much like himself, in tow. "Boys," Fisher said, "meet Minh. I'd warn you to play nice, because his bite is much worse than his bark... but I get the feeling you'd like that, right?" Minh winked at the table and rolled his body from shoulders to hips. And while his fellow dancer worked on distracting the rest of Mat's friends, Fisher took it upon himself to slide in next to the man. "Hey, handsome. Hope your night's lookin' up."

#writing #Matthias is mine #modern AU

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