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natashaslittlegirl · 1 year

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Stop the teasing - NR

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: You got tired of Natasha always teasing you.

Avenger ! Natasha Romanoff x Avenger ! Reader

• "Could you be any wetter/harder?" / "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." / "I never knew you liked being spanked." (prompts)

Smut, Bottom!Natasha Romanoff, Top!Reader, owner kink, dirty talk, begging, Mommy kink (R), spanking (R to N), oral sex (N receiving), praise and degrading kink, vaginal fingering (N receiving), hair pulling, orgasm control, overstimulation.

Words Count: 1900+

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Natasha had always been a tease, it's in her nature, and you love it. But you were tired of her always teasing you and never take care of the pressure between your legs. Today was the last day she would tease you and get her way out of the situation, the tables are going to turn.

As usual, you went to the kitchen to help her with lunch, luckily, it was just you and her since everyone else was on a mission. You spot her on the counter chopping some veggies, you walked slowly towards her, standing behind to greet her.

"Hey, Nat," you whispered in her ear, making her jolt. She was too distracted in dirty thoughts about you that she didn't hear you coming.

"Fuck, y/n." she breath out.

"That would sound better in other situation you know?" your hands pressed on the edge of the counter, trapping her.

"Yeah, what situation?" you could feel her cocky grin already. But it take her by surprise when you purred in her ear,

"You under me while I'm fucking you brainless." Her breath hitch on her throat, she had to clear it of how dry it went all of sudden.

This is the first time you say something like that to her, most of the times is her who says the dirtiest things.

"The lunch is almost ready," She tried to change the matter and run away, but your arms didn't let her.

"Where do you think you're going, mhm?" Your front pressed her back, pushing her to the counter.

"I-I have to turn off the stove." You moved one of your hands to turn it off.

"Done. You look so cute when you're nervous." you separate from her and she finally felt she could breathe. "But you'll look cuter when I'll take you." You made your way to your room again, leaving her rethinking all happened.

After twenty minutes she came to your room to let you know the lunch's ready. She walked as fast as she could to the kitchen, you left her frustrated and confused. You sat on the table as it was all already served. The smell of the food was delicious, the redhead was too quiet for your liking, you really caused something in her.

"You're really quiet, widow, what's on that little brain of yours?"

"Nothing," she shove a full bite of food, maybe you wouldn't keep asking. Wrong.

"It's me, isn't it?" you smirked when slight shade of red appeared on her cheeks. "Tell me your thoughts, Natasha."

"I- I don't know, you just got me thinking, and no, I'm not gonna talk anymore." you were enjoying this too much, her nervousness was so cute.

"Come on, pretty girl, I can't do anything if you don't tell me. Wanda is the one who reads minds."

She wasn't even looking at you, she would give in so easy if she just sees you. She was so into you she couldn't even believe it, how could you have her all fool for you effortless?

"Maybe I want what you said before." she said in lower tone, almost inaudible.

"Yeah? What did I say?" The redhead rolled her eyes, it wasn't funny when you're being teased. "Look at me."

"Y-you fucking me brainless," It costed her a lot, but when you got up and practically dragging her to your room, she couldn't think of anything other than the wet feeling between her thighs.

You slammed the door shut with her body, pressing her to the wooden, finally kissing her. You dreamed about her lips countless nights, and she did too. She was talle than you but that didn't stopped you from making pressure on her clothed core with one of your legs. She moaned on your mouth and you took the opportunity to passed your tongue inside her, she tasted delicious, more than the food you just ate.

Natasha started to walk, making you go back, but turned the ways before sitting on the edge of the bed. You ended up on her lap, finally gaining some confidence, her hand squeezed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You let her think that she was in charge, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering by the sweet feeling of relief getting your clit rubbed with something.

When you thought it was enough, you pushed her to the mattress, both of your hands at each side if her, hair brushing her neck, still straddling her lap.

"You can't even imagine the times I dream about this." she was still catching her breath when you start your way down.

Wet kisses on her neck, her cleavage, teeth sinking into her skin to then your warm tongue lick and sooth the pain. You were marking her, and she fucking loved it.

"May I?" you grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, she nodded and lift her arms, the fabric flew to somewhere in the room.

You stay sit on her lap, her impatience growing at each second you would stay still. But you were just taking a moment to admire the beautiful women underneath you. Her almost bare body was something else, seeing her braless for the first time.

"You're so fucking perfect, Natasha." You gave her a quick kiss on her lips before going down again with a series of wet open mouth kisses until the waistband of her grey sweat pants.

"Please,"

"I didn't even touch you and you're already begging?" you quick an eyebrow, seeing how the blush took her face.

You took your time, making her desperate. She couldn't wait anymore she needed you, now. The redhead sat up on the bed and took off the last two pieces of clothes off her body. You tap her thighs, she quickly understood, spreading her legs for you, that was quite a sight.

"Could you be any wetter?" her bare pussy fully on display for you, your mouth was watering itself. Your finger run over her slit, getting soaked. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes, a-all for you." Natasha positioned on her elbows, her abs flexing as her body lift a little.

Your gaze flicked between her wet cunt and her dark green eyes, she was begging you silently to fuck her. And you did. Your tongue lapped the entire length, humming at her taste, it swirled in her clit, making her moan and fall again to the bed.

"Fuck, you're doing so good," her hand grabbed your hair tightly, pushing you closer, your nose rubbing her clit as your tongue was shoved inside her.

"You taste heavenly."

Your hands were on her hips, preventing her from moving against you, she was quite stronger than you, but at the submission she was too easily to manhandled. That's how you turned her around, leaving her bottom to the air while her head was pressed to the pillows. She cried out when you thrust two fingers inside her.

"You're so fucking tight, fuck, I'm going to ruin you" she didn't know why she moaned so loud, maybe it was because you never did dirty talk as she did with you, nor dirty talk plus your fingers knuckles deep on her pussy.

"Please, I need to cum, please!" her eyes were tight shut, she'd never felt this kind of pleasure before.

"Hold it," She shaked her head, she'd never hold an orgasm either before.

"I can't I-" she didn't even finished when she came around your fingers, legs trembling by the force of it. You were shocked, she did cum, when you told her not to.

"Such a fucking little slut, can't follow a simple order," Natasha was catching her breath when your hand crashed hard with her cheek, her skin burnt instantly, letting out a sharp moan from her throat.

She bounced her hips back, encouraging you to do it again. You smacked you hand on her other side, hearing again the desperate moan thay left her mouth.

"I never knew you liked being spanked." You said as she kept asking for more.

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Don't worry, I have time to figure it out."

Your fingers were deep inside her cunt again, the sound of the wetness of her previous orgasm, her moans and the crashed of your hand spanking her ass were the only sounds echoing in your room. She was already sensitive, you knew that, she knew that too.

"Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." Her walls clenched deliciously around your digits, she felt the knot on her lower abdomen again, her thighs made the attempt to close, but your hand stopped them. Making her way to her clit, start stroking it.

She was overwhelmed again by all the feelings she was having in that moment.

"More! Please Mo- y/n!" she stopped herself before messing it up.

"Come on, say it, I know how much you want it." your pace was hard, the word you wanted to hear was just on the tip of her tongue. "Say it or I'll stop."

"Mommy, please!"

"There it is, such a good girl for Mommy, who would knew after all you are just such a submissive little slut." You spanked her again, her hips rocked back meeting your thrusts.

"I ne- I" it was too much.

"Hold it," You grabbed her hair in a ponytail, making her back arch as your fingers went deeper in her cunt. "Be a good girl and hold it this time."

Natasha couldn't even think at this point, she could only focus in not cumming. Tears forming on the corner of her eyes as the pressure gets her little by little.

"I told you I was gonna fucking you brainless," she nodded the best she could, you didn't think she might had not understand any of your words.

The layer of sweat on her body was turning you on more than it should, same as when you have training with her. But this time is how you always wanted.

"Cum on Mommy's fingers, baby, make a mess." Natasha exploded, her body trembling as she finally release all the tension you build on her.

You lay down with her, caressing her back as she catches her breath.

"Finally the teasing gave results." she chuckled to herself as you left a kiss on the crown of her head.

"You're unbelievable."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #bottom natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #top reader #scarlett johansson smut #smut prompts

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nakunakunomi · 7 months

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It's the thought - Izo x Reader

Look, I know I am supposed to be writing Spooktober things now, but I couldn't really let this pass without at least a little writing. So without any further ado, enjoy a little celebratory blurb for the one true love of my life, Izo! 2nd person. GN reader. Modern AU

It was a beautiful fall day: the leaves on the trees had been turning all shades of crimson, orange and yellow, and the temperatures had lowered from the scorching summer heat to something more pleasant, without being actually cold. Fall had officially started, and you were absolutely enjoying the atmosphere.

You were home alone for now, making use of the time you had to yourself to warm up the oven and get to baking. For fall, pumpkin spice everything seemed like the obvious choice- but not today. Today you had an entirely different mission: bake your boyfriend a cake. You had found a recipe online that was beginner-friendly yet ambitious: two layers and a cream frosting, soft pink details and strawberries. They were out of season now, but you knew how much Izo loved them, and you wouldn’t spare any effort for his birthday.

You’d been a little sad to be hearing he’d still be working today, as you had hoped he’d maybe take the day off for his birthday, but he’s never made a big deal out of it.

“When you’re my age, y/n, it truly doesn’t matter much anymore. It’s just another day. But, if you’d like, we can go out to dinner, the two of us?”

You had -of course- agreed, but since you were home anyway, you had decided that you wanted to surprise him as well. After all, he made such an effort of surprising and pampering you throughout the year, with little thoughtful gifts, flowers to make your house an even more beautiful place, takeout of your favorite meals whenever you were too tired to cook…

So you had gone out, purchased all the ingredients for a cake (and some more, just in case something went wrong), his favorite flowers, and put those in a vase on the table. You had made a card with a handwritten love letter earlier, and had now put it next to the vase and a little box that was neatly wrapped with a rose gold paper. Inside was a watch you had seen him eye a couple times before, but never purchasing it, because he felt like it was too expensive for a watch, especially since he still had one that was working perfectly fine still.

The oven signaled that it was done preheating, and you practically jumped from the sound, already confused how time was flying by so fast; you had barely set the table with gifts and hadn’t even started measuring and weighing the ingredients. You let the oven sit like that for now and got to quickly prepping the ingredients. Once preparations were over, it didn’t take too long for you to actually do the recipe. You made sure to follow the recipe to the letter, knowing that baking was more of a precision job than cooking usually was.

When the cake was finally in the oven, you cleaned up the counter and prepared the frosting. After that, you let the cake cool down on the counter while you tidied up the house. You opened up a window to let the room air out, and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for your dinner date already. That way you could focus on cake decorating until Izo got home, and leave for the restaurant whenever he was ready, You didn’t want him to have to wait for you.

You put on your favorite music while washing up, loudly singing along and already imagining what the evening was going to be like. You were getting excited when-

You heard some noises downstairs, and even though the shower was running hot, you suddenly got cold shivers.

You then heard some yelling, and were ready to panic until you recognized the voice.

“Izo?” you walked downstairs carefully, nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame, still dripping wet, being careful not to slip.

“Y/n?” You sighed in relief when you realized it was in fact Izo who had come home much earlier than anticipated. Your relief was short lived when you realized your surprise was a little ruined now, and then replaced by worry when you saw his face, confused and not at all the way you had expected him to look when he saw what you were preparing.

“What was that sound?” You walked up to him, giving him a brief kiss, whispering a happy birthday against his lips. “Well… I will assume you were preparing a surprise for me?” You nodded, and he chuckled. “Did you by any chance leave food out and a window open?” You closed your eyes, cursing as you realized what had probably happened. “I think the neighborhood cat was just as surprised as you were to find me home early.” You walked into the kitchen with him, only to find little pawprints in frosting all over, and the cake that was cooling down ruined with tooth marks and paw- and clawprints and more frosting smeared all over. At the very least it looked like the creature hadn’t ingested too much, so you were sure it would be fine. You looked over at the table, relieved to see that at least your gift setup wasn’t bothered by the cake thief either.

Still, your relief was replaced with sadness, as you did put in all the effort. You felt your bottom lip tremble as you took in the view, only to be pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm around your waist. Izo pulled you into his side, chuckling softly.

“I wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little deflated that I didn’t want to celebrate beyond going out for dinner, so I wanted to see if we could maybe have a fun afternoon. I got off a little early, only to see that you were preparing something as well”

You nodded.

“It was going to be a strawberry cake, your favorite” “Does that mean you have fresh strawberries in the fridge?” You didn’t see it, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes”, you smiled as well. “And you got my favorite flowers,” he said, walking up to the table, taking you along with him with one arm still wrapped around your waist, the other softly touching the flowers, studying the arrangement. You looked at his face, admiring him instead of the flowers.

“Thank you.”

He turned to you before even opening the card or the present, and you smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation: the failed surprise, the mess that the kitchen was, the fact that you were not ready, standing there shivering in your towel.

“You’re welcome, I wish it was mo-”

He shushed you with another kiss, effectively taking away most of your worries and otherwise negative feelings. He had that effect on you, immediately making you feel better with nothing but a loving gesture. "It's perfect”

You had no choice but to replace your frown with a smile as well.

“let me get dressed then, and then… we’ll celebrate” "And maybe clean up a little as well"

#izo x reader #izo one piece #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece izo #one piece x reader #izo imagine #izo x you #izou x reader #one piece izou #reader insert #2nd person pov #gn reader #birthday fic

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strangerthingslover69 · 9 days

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Popsicle

just some povs of how Walking Dead characters would react to you sucking on a popsicle 👅

Daryl:

Set during prison era.

The sun is hot today and shining beautifully. You find a stash of ice lollies in the kitchen freezers and hand them out to everyone. Everyone enjoys the sweet fruity taste. You plonk yourself on the bench sitting next to Carol opposite Daryl. You start to lick the fruity treat from the bottom to the top. Making mmm sounds as you taste it. A bit trickles down your chin onto your neck leading down to your cleavage, you fail to notice. But Daryl definitely does notice. You don’t feel his eyes on you but they are focused solely on what your mouth is doing to the ice lolly as now you have taken to sucking it, hell sucking the whole thing. Daryl can feel his trousers getting tight as he grows hard imagining you sucking his dick and moaning around it. He imagines how you would hallow your cheeks to take more of his dick in your mouth. How you would tease him. How he would struggle not to blow of load into your mouth straight away. How his fingers would intwine in your hair moving you back and forth, making you take all of him in at once. His piercing blue eyes stuck on you as you finish the lolly. You sigh happily as you lick the finally juices off your fingers. Looking up and seeing Daryl looking at you a way you’ve never seen before, his cheeks quickly turn a shade of pink not from the sun. He quickly looks away and leaves the table, walking away awkwardly and fast. Your eyes follow him confused. You turn to Carol whose just smirking to herself and gently chuckling. ‘What?’ You ask feeling confused. She turns to you? ‘Y/N did you not realise what you just did to the man?’ You shake your head. ‘Well let’s just say if I was a man and saw you eating the popsicle like that. I would of wanted to be the dang thing.’ She says wriggling her eyebrows in a suggestive way. Daryl didn’t even eat his. It was now a puddle on the table.

Eugene/Abraham:

Set during Alexandria era before savouries.

Yourself, Eugene, Abraham and Rosita share a lovely house in Alexandria. You’ve all settled in nicely and just finished a lovely home cooked meal made by yours truly. For desert you have managed to found some popsicles, Rosita didn’t want one she had not long come back from a day of hunting and was exhausted so decided to go to bed. You pass one to Abe and Eugene as you sit down on the sofa in between the pair. As you suck on the refreshing treat you start to talk about your day and what you had done. Not realising the men both watching your mouth very closely. Yes Rosita was Abraham’s girlfriend however he could not help but watch your lips around the ice treat. He noticed it made you get goosebumps all over your skin causing your nipples to get hard under your tank top, braless as usual. ‘Right well it’s getting late. I’m gonna head up to bed.’ Abraham left before either of you could reply. You turn to Eugene, ‘Wonder why he left so quickly. He didn’t even have his ice pop’ you say as you lean over the sofa to reach it causing your skirt to lift up and expose your knickers to Eugene. ‘Oh well. More for us’ you say turning to him with a smile. You notice Eugene is looking a bit hot and red in the face. You lean closer and being your hand to his forehead, he visibly gulps as he feels your gentle touch. As you open your mouth to talk a noise from upstairs stops you. You move back and smile awkwardly. ‘Well I guess why we know he went upstairs’ you say laughing as you hear Rosita’s moans above. Eugene was getting even harder now. The noises from above did not help, your lips sucking the treat, your hard nipples he also noticed, the exposed panties he saw. He was gonna explode. ‘You okay?’ You ask Eugene as you start to suck Abraham’s ice pop. ‘In all honest Y/N I also need to go. This situation is too much for me. Thank you for the ice popsicle but I will have to decline it.’ He stands up as your eyes flicker, you notice his hands covering the front of his shorts. You make a O shape with your mouth as you realise. ‘Don’t feel uncomfortable Eugene. It’s normal, especially since she’s so fricken loud and beautiful.’ You say with a reassuring smile as you stand. ‘You have miscalculated the situation in hand. Well in my hand to be exact. As you are correct about Rosita. She did not do this to me.’ Eugene says matter of factly. Just like Abraham he’s gone quicken before you can reply. You stood there confused by this whole evening so you decided to go after Eugene and ask what the hell he was talking about. You marched up towards his room and was about to knock on the door when you heard an unfamiliar sound. You pressed you ear to the door. ‘Y/N’ you heard Eugene moan your name. You heard fast movements along with moaning and groaning. Fuck. He was wanking. To you. Not Rosita. You couldn’t help get turned on by the sounds from Eugenes room. You left quietly and quickly to your room, as you walked towards your bedroom door the bathroom door opened and a topless Abraham stood in front of you. He gave you a quick wink before returning to his shared room.

Would you like to see me do this for any other characters? x

#eugene porter walking dead #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #Abraham walking dead #abraham ford #eugene porter #eugene porter smut #walking dead

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theleagueofgentlemen · 17 days

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Terms & Conditions: Chapter Two 🌌

(think this au is officially dedicated to @lapis-lazuliie ahdh 🥹💖 got this chapter out early just for you girl ‼️)

Another bleak Autumn day. Another bitter disappointment for Tommy. He had spent some painfully long days imprisoned in the library, but the last seven days? They had been hell. Every echo of the star bell had left an ache in his soul whenever anyone that wasn’t Len had stopped in, the ache that had once plagued him returning tenfold. He shook his head as the latest customer left, running his hands along the countertop. He couldn’t get Len out of his head, no matter how many times he tried to stop himself. His gorgeous pale blue eyes…The way his hair fell in front of his face, the way he smiled…A blush rose to his cheeks, unable to resist the smile now creeping onto his lips. God, he had to get a grip and focus. He turned around at the sound of the door opening, taking a steady breath as he prepared himself for another disappointment.

“Good morning and Welcome to ‘Charon’. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“Um yes, I’m looking for the owner? Very handsome man. The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen..?”

Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, spinning around so fast it made him dizzy. A stupidly happy grin was etched into his suddenly warm cheeks, all too aware of how ecstatic he must have looked.

“Len! It’s so-*ahem* It’s nice to see you again.”

Len chuckled softly, unable to tear his gaze away from Tommy. Even a second seemed like far too long for him to look away from the living art that stood in front of him.

“You didn’t forget about me?”

“How could I not? I mean, how could I..? You’re pretty hard to forget.”

Tommy cursed internally, flustered at how his reddened his cheeks had become. Len’s face softened, clutching the book in his hands so gently as he stepped towards the desk.

“I-I’m so sorry if I made a mess of your display last time I was here. My Leanne was just so excited for me to read this to her.”

Tommy’s whole body softened, any traces of annoyance at the extra twenty or so minutes he had spent tidying his precious books away vanishing in a heartbeat. He cleared his throat, trying-and horribly failing to make himself look serious.

“Oh, that’s quite alright. It didn’t take that long to clear up. All is forgiven.”

Len hummed softly, placing the book done in front of him, his hands mere inches from Tommy’s. God, how he wanted to reach out and hold his hand. Tommy brushed a lock of golden blonde hair away from his glasses, his heart painfully full feeling. Why? Well he knew perfectly well why. He just didn’t have the courage to admit it. He placed the book amongst the rest scattered behind him, glancing back towards Len.

“So um. What are the rest of your plans today?”

“Oh! I’m actually heading to this new cafe that opened at the end of the street. Nice looking little French place.”

“Oh, I love it there! They have the best baguettes I’ve ever had. Apart from my sister’s of course. She runs her own little place, just across town.”

Len chuckled at Tommy’s enthusiasm, forcing his gaze away to glance at the stars dancing across the ceilings.

“Sounds wonderful. Maybe I’ll stop in sometime.”

Tommy shrugged, his whole body shaking as the words parted from his lips.

“Maybe we can go together sometime. I can introduce you to her.”

Tommy flinched at how silly it sounded, forcing himself to look at the brown haired man. Len’s cheeks went a dark shade of pink, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as a delighted chuckle fell from him.

“As you wish.”

A tilted head was Tommy’s response, eyebrows raising ever so slightly.

“You know, I’ve actually been thinking about that phrase all week. What on earth does it mean?”

Len’s eyes widened, a quiet snort echoing throughout the room as he gestured towards the book.

“I-It’s from ‘The Princess Bride’. Have you never read it?”

Tommy frowned, tugging on the sleeves of his denim blue sweater.

“Can’t say I have. I may be a bookworm but...”

“Oh! No, no, I’m sorry, I just…I wasn’t trying to be rude, it just seems like something you would like.”

Tommy grinned for what felt like the millionth time that day, leaning back against the groaning pile of books.

“It’s alright. I’ll make a point of reading it soon.”

Now was Len’s turn to fluster, tapping his fingers against the counter with a gentle hum as he shuffled from left to right.

“I’m um…Would-I finish work early this Thursday and I was thinking-Well I was wondering if you wanted to do that bakery trip? The sound of those baguettes have quite a grip on me.”

A shiver ran down Tommy’s spine, his eyes sparkling under the stars of the library.

“I’d love to! Um, I mean…That sounds lovely, thank you. I finish around six, so maybe we can meet here, say around quarter past?”

Len giggled, his own heart racing as he gazed at Tommy, his face so soft he feared he would just melt into a puddle on the spot.

“As you wish, Tommy.”

Len couldn’t help but cast a longing glance as he stepped towards the door, reluctantly turning the handle.

“I can’t wait to see you again!”

“And I you!”

Len gave a wave before departing, standing outside for a beat before making his leave. Tommy couldn’t help but spin once he knew the coast was clear, giddily humming along ‘Just Say Yes’ before turning his attention back towards the pile of books, the usual frustration and stress of having to do stock take not weighing on him anymore that day. Looked like the week wasn’t going to be so bleak for him after all.

#Terms & Conditions #inside no 9

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lunashiba · 1 year

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A bit of a redesign for Morgan, first posted on 7-13-2022. I was very, very happy with how this piece turned out actually! It was my first time using a binary brush, so I had a small bit of a learning curve with this one. I usually paint and render, so I feel pretty uncomfortable with cell shading (but this time, it ended up alright). I’ll put some processes and such below, along with some more backstory and thoughts, if anybody is interested.

A minion is dangling on her tail on the bottom right.

Above are the sketches and WIPs I had leading up to the finished piece. I really liked these sketches, but ended up deciding to fully draw out one. Morgan was actually one of my first OCs, but her design has changed a lot over time. Back when I first started to draw, I thought that OCs were a bit too far out for me- I only ever envisioned myself as a fan artist. Nowadays, it’s quite the opposite- I don’t think I’ll ever do much art of popular media and such except if it’s for friends. The friends I made when I first started drawing all had OCs though, and that was what eventually made me more keen to the idea of making one. In my mind, having a consistent character to grind out all the time would be helpful in building my consistency and speed, so it counted as something that would help me grind- not to mention all the art stuff that went into “designing a character”.

I used to be extremely into learning art in a very methodical, nearly academic way. Everything had to be very productive and effective- I had to make sure I was getting as good as I could, as fast as I could; otherwise I’d be wasting time. I think it’s pretty easy to see my mindset at the time being unhealthy, but I don’t know if I’d regret too much of it. I enjoyed finally having a “productive” hobby in my life. With my online art friends, we decided to altogether draw something of a banner, with all of our pieces lined side to side- with this opportunity, I decided to draw the first iteration of my OC, who had no name at the time.

3-4-2018

I think that this may have also been my first piece with color? Or at least, full page of color. I think I just referred to her as “the horn girl” or “the antler girl” and based it on some crazy deer stuff. I loved the little doodles I did to the side- It’s something I haven’t done as much. I used to make sure to always put a little scribble as somewhere as a joke for anybody who looked hard enough to find it in all of my pieces, but it started annoying me because I couldn’t ignore it once I posted the piece. After this, I tried to further work on my OC, opting for different colors.

4-5-2018

I liked this design actually, but it didn’t really fit my personality. I guess I don’t really vibe that well with smug characters. I like the outfit I designed for her, but I think it shows a bit too much skin- it wouldn’t really be something I’d draw nowadays. It’d take a bit for me to realize that NSFW art or anything slightly so wouldn’t really be for me either.

4-30-2018

Things started to get refined- I kept around the ponytail, and toned down her outfit. I remember being extremely happy with the satchel and the earrings, and I kept around the thigh highs. I still felt a bit unhappy, with the design, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.

10-23-2018

If you look at the dates, you can see that it took a few months for this current design to come along. I actually extremely adore this design, and I don’t think I’ll ever fully shelve it. Disregarding the hair, this is pretty much the final design of this character. This is the Morgan that truly lives through to today. I remember drawing the shoes for over an hour- maybe two hours. I worked a long time on the line art, especially regarding the shoes, making sure that I’d get it absolutely correct in both perspective and in geometry. Nowadays I’m much less of a perfectionist in some ways (though more in others). Morgan initially had more brunette hair, but I gradually transitioned to a bit more of an anime red, and I brought back the horns that I really liked. A particular artifact of this era of art was that I used to draw little triangles above the eyes, to symbolize the little wrinkles in the eyelids. I know I didn’t make it up myself, but I’m not exactly sure where I got it from. Now, I just draw the eyelid folds. From here on out, it was more just personality growths than visual design changes.

3-6-2020

At this point, I had been accepted into art school and engineering school. I couldn’t give up either of them, so I doubled majored- as a result, what I had to give up on was time. I stopped doing as much digital art for a while, so most of what I have at this time period can be seen in notebook paper or scrap paper. I was a huge workaholic, and it started to affect my health.

3-8-2020

Morgan is gay. I came to the realization that I was pretty gay too, at around this time, and I guess I wanted to show it in my art too.

3-9-2020

The day after. She is very gay still. Here, you can see the absolute beginnings of a tiny doodle of Soone. She’d be developed later.

4-19-2020

I found my favorite marker. It wasn’t anything special at all- the tip was running dry, and it was completely blank- I couldn’t find any trace of a brand at all. The terrible paper with the texture of the marker made it extremely appealing to me however, and I fell in love with it. I don’t know where it is now, but I hope I’ll find another terrible marker at some point to fall in love with again.

Bonus Soone sketch idea. I really like this design, but overall decided to not use it- or at least, not all of it. I don’t think it’s fully gone yet though.

7-19-2020

Morgan’s character design is basically completed- She is very gay. I think at this point, she was also trans, though it was much more unspoken. It’s a bit subtle, but I stopped giving her as much indication of having “a chest”.

9-4-2020

I did a bit more work with Morgan’s horns here. It’s nothing that stays around too much, but who’s to say it won’t come back? I think I stopped drawing horns like this because I was a bit lazy with horn rendering. Also, it made the design a bit busy. This outfit is cute though, and I like it as a general vibe of Morgan. She also has a tummy piercing.

9-12-20

A little in-joke between friends.

10-7-2020

A Halloween drawing. She still has red horns. I used to always draw Sharingan on everything as a joke, but it’s faded out a bit now.

1-15-2021

I treasure this comic a lot. In a way, it helped me cope a lot, as it was based on a true story. I love this design for Morgan, kinda symbolizing an earlier Morgan, maybe a bit earlier in her transition. It somewhat aligned with my life, and the mental state I was kinda living in. I want to make more comics like this.

1-28-2021

Small doodles I had lying around on another blog.

3-29-2021

I forgot I drew this until writing this post. This Morgan was a bit of a vision of how a more confident, future Morgan would be like. Regarding her future, I think she’d end up enjoying being a professor, and I felt the vibes would be nice. Who’s to say if this is canon or not- or if there is a canon. I like having fun. Her horns are red and have ridges as well. I’d like to imagine that she’s the type of professor to have photos of her wedding on her desk, along with photos of her wife and her cats.

6-14-2021

This one was for Pride Month 2021. I should draw another piece next year, since I missed 2022′s. This is probably one of my proudest paintings ever, and one of my favorite Morgan Designs. I want to draw her like this again. I dropped the horns being red also, and moved to a more white/cream color.

8-18-2021

This one I made while I was very sad. It took a lot of coming to terms regarding my family, but this sketch helped me out a lot. I didn’t have the heart to color nor render it however, so I had posted it as is. I think for all of us, many things change, but some things may always stay the same.

8-24-2021

A bit of a happier time- a bitter sweet smile.

9-03-2021

I started to draw more of my daily life as well- this was inspired from my bus rides, where I’d constantly be stressed about school, but simultaneously wanting to draw. I’ve also transitioned from drawing wired to wireless earbuds. Technology evolving is great.

1-1-2022

Happy New Year doodles. I really like all of these designs. I don’t know what to do with this like though. I could always say “Maybe I’ll turn them into Twitch Emotes since I have space,” or “I should make some Discord stickers with them,” but I think I already I’ll be a bit too lazy to do so.

4-10-2022

This was inspired by two adorable mannequins I saw at the mall- I knew right away that I wanted to draw them in these outfits, so I took a picture right away and started a sketch I never finished. It’s around this time that I slowly started to approach the Adventure Time methodology to characters. In Adventure Time, the characters always had such varying hairstyles, clothing, and outfits that I adored- differing from episode to episode. I decided that any Morgan and any Soone will still be Morgan and Soone no matter how they looked, and actually focused on less of a central design (though I still liked the central design).

2-27-2022

A bit more of a “Realistic” Morgan and Soone. I think optimally, I’d love to draw Morgan like this more. Her design here as a more androgynous character is something I really wish I could do more often, instead of falling back on the easier to draw very-feminine Morgan. I based this design a lot on the Fate character Enkidu, whose androgynous design I’ve fallen deeply in love with (specifically, this one, which is one of my more memorable adored arts that I can think of).

4-01-2022

Morgan but ACTUALLY more real. I couldn’t get the colors right, so I left things as black and white. I’m still extremely happy with it though. I initially posted it for this year’s Pride Month, but then mentally removed it, since I felt I’d rather have a fully complete piece.

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There are a few more Morgan pieces here and there, but maybe I’ll place out a few posts with them, so that I can put out the process and WIPs separately. As it stands, this post has run pretty long, and ended up being a lot more detailed than I had initially planned for. I ended up finishing the draft for this post at 4:40 AM, though I had initially posted it nearly 10 hours earlier. I ranted a lot, but I think it was nice to type all this out. Not sure who’d be interested in reading all this, but thanks for sticking through. I’m glad that I was able to write out so much for Morgan though. I also hope I can draw her more often, and post her everywhere. I hope that other people also like her as well. I hope everybody has a great day and night.

Thank you for reading.

Luna

#lgbtq #art

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 7 months

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Consent - a Malevolent fic

They need to talk. John knows they need to talk. Acknowledging his feelings has only made the whole… thing with Arthur worse than ever, but what if Arthur says no? What if it goes so wrong?

Parker and Sunny clearly did not say no, and their courage is astounding. To John, anyway. And that means discussion of the upcoming Rite in a way John has never even considered starting.

Part of the Surrogate series. Written with @sepiabandensis.

WARNING: Explicit conversation.

AO3

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Arthur’s chest heaved with every breath, gritting his teeth. “John…”

You’re doing so good, John murmured, so very good. You can hold on a bit longer, can’t you Arthur?

“I,” Arthur panted. “John, I… I can’t—”

Don’t you dare, John growled.

“John!” The sparking spell popped, sending golden droplets of light everywhere like falling rain, and Arthur fell to his knees with a grunt. “Fuck. Sorry,” he said, rough.

It didn’t seem to bother John, though. He didn’t have that rumble that Hastur did, not exactly; but these days, when they practiced magic, he sure was doing something in the back of Arthur’s head. It’s all right, Arthur. You did… so very well.

“Ung,” said Arthur unpoetically, and fell back on his haunches, panting. Sweat slicked his skin, cooling in the breeze. “This is hard.”

All the best things are, said John like melted chocolate.

It went over Arthur’s head. “I’m just glad it works. You’re you again. Fuck, I missed you, John.”

And just like that, the high dipped its toes into maudlin. John sighed. You know, you’re allowed to feel good about this. You’re doing incredible things. You’re doing magic, Arthur. How many times did we say that would never happen?

“A lot,” Arthur conceded, and shifted to lean against the cool wall of the palace, shaded by a balcony, staring out at the unseen garden.

That was for John. John knew it. The sky was rich blue, and today’s clouds moved fast. The early-season flowers were in full riot, and it was beautiful. I hope you didn’t think we’re done, he said, trying to get the mood back.

Arthur laughed softly. “Insatiable. A brat. Ridiculous.”

Completely demanding, John agreed, and wiped some sweat from Arthur’s brow.

Arthur closed his eyes at the touch, still catching his breath.

I appreciate you working with me on this, John said, his voice soft. I know you weren’t… enthused with the Keeper’s suggestion.

“There’s no one else I’d ever want to do this with,” Arthur said softly. “It’s really intimate, you know? And I still don’t know if I believe what the Keeper said, but… you’re happy. That means a lot to me, John.”

John’s hand twitched.

He knew he should tell Arthur. Knew, in these sane moments, which even with magic were few and far between, that he loved Arthur deeply, and they needed to talk about it.

But that would take a lot more than sanity. That would take courage, and he didn’t have enough. If Arthur didn’t… if Arthur said no, if…

“How long do you think we have to do this?” said Arthur.

John didn’t know what that meant. How long?

Arthur shrugged. “How long? This… all this. New thing. The magic and whatever.”

Forever, John thought. As long as it takes. His hand slid down Arthur’s chest and stopped at his belly, where he knew Arthur would let it rest without shoving. (He had zones, for crying out loud.) No, John couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t dare. The risk was too great. Better to wish and yearn and dream than lose that hope in one fell sw—

The doors to the balcony above them suddenly slammed shut, and Arthur froze. John could not see the new occupants, but he certainly heard them.

“So,” Parker said. “We’re alone now. Ready to talk about this Rite thing?”

Arthur went stiff, and as quick as he could, John pressed his thumb into Arthur’s palm, making the small circles that signified be silent.

Sunny huffed. Yes. I… I think so. I’ve been thinking about how to address the situation.

“Arthur was pretty spooked. I’d like to know what we’re getting into.” There was a scrape, the sound of someone moving wrought-iron chairs out of the way, and then Parker’s hands appeared just over the balcony’s edge as he leaned on it.

Arthur’s little gasp was quiet, less sound than the breeze.

John didn’t know what to do. Getting those two aware of the upcoming Rite had been the goal. Having to hear them talk about it was really not part of the program. John slid his hand up and touched Arthur’s lips. Arthur’s breath came slow through his mouth, silent.

It’s… Sunny said, clearly a bit embarrassed. The Spring Rite is… a ritual to Shub-Niggurath. A fertility ritual.

“A what ritual?”

Do I need to explain it? Elaborate? Sunny let out a low chuckle. Do you need a list of positions?

Parker chuckled, too. “Geez. Naw, I think I get it. Alright, so… some sort of weird god sex party. That’s funny. Guess they’re not that different from us puny mortals after all.”

Arthur was making a face. John could tell because his eyes squinched almost shut.

You're much calmer about this than I anticipated. Lots of experience with sex parties, hm?

“I mean.” Parker cleared his throat. “Been to one or two, but… they all had human parts. So yeah, don’t think I’ll be participating. Not unless you got a use for Parker Paste.”

I am fairly certain we are not invited. Sunny let out another laugh. Besides, I rather like you intact. Who would I dance with if you were turned into paste?

“Good point. Well, if we ain’t invited, how come everybody’s all squirrely about this?”

Sunny was quiet for a moment. The… magic in the air will be quite… strong, he said, voice hesitant.

“How strong?”

Unavoidably… penetrative. For one like me.

Parker was no dummy. “You’re saying it’ll affect you.” And he suddenly laughed. “What, are you gonna go horn-dog or something?”

Well, in my defense, this will be my first Rite as me, Sunny said, clearly embarrassed. I don’t exactly know what will happen, and I’m not keen on asking John. But… yes. I may.

“Really?” said Parker, suddenly serious. “You gonna be okay?”

I think so, but… but there is a very strong chance I will attempt to seduce you in new ways.

“Aw, Sunny…”

Sunny blurted, I wanted to figure out a way to establish some ground rules beforehand so I don’t hurt you by accident, and since I didn’t exactly expect to experience an altered mental state, I have been a bit nervous about discussing it!

“So you’ll try to seduce me in new ways,” said Parker. “Sunny… I’m already all-in. I mean, we’ve both been all-in physically for months, anyway, and now…”

Arthur’s breath had gone a little rapid. He was clearly not eager to listen to this, and tried to sit up. John held him down. The leaves down here—they’d be heard.

I know, Sunny rumbled, but we haven’t… this won’t be like it was in the Dreamlands, out under the stars. I don't know how I'm going to react to the magic, what I might do. Though I… have thought about it.

“Thought about it, huh?” Parker’s voice was low. “Why don’t you tell me all about what you been thinking?”

Maybe Sunny meant something else. Maybe it was some dire warning. They couldn’t already have all these words defined and boundaries figured out and—

Do not tease me, Parker Yang.

“Not a tease to ask you what you want.” It was playful; it was sure. It lacked the edge brand-new lovers had, and John suddenly understood with a fucking weird stomach-drop that these two had definitely talked about all of it already. How? In the name of all the gods, how?

I have been… wondering if you would like me to talk to you, when you touch yourself, Sunny said, very softly and almost shyly.

Arthur’s tiny choked sound was fortunately hidden by a rising breeze. Also by John’s own. When Parker touched himself? When? Arthur never did that! The only time he’d considered it, they were freshly in the pits, and he’d wanted escape, and it hadn’t worked, and he just… he wouldn’t… What? What? What?

“Talk? Like how?”

Parker…

“Lay it all out, sunshine. Not like you haven’t had requests in the middle before.”

Requests?

I know. And make no mistake, I don't have any regrets. You taste wonderful, Parker, sighed Sunny, low and warm. It's more that with the Rite, I… Sunny took a deep breath I… will be feeling… more like myself than I maybe ever have, even with you. So Parker…

“Yeah?”

I want to instruct you to do certain things. Tell you what I see, describe what seeing you like that makes me feel. Tell you how to touch yourself. We’d… probably need a mirror.

“Well,” said Parker, thoughtfully. “Shit.” He was silent for a moment as if stunned. (Which John certainly was.) “Yeah. I like this switch-up. Mirror. That’s doable.”

And I would… with your permission, of course, I would like to borrow our mouth, and… use it on you.

“Hold up, bud. I ain’t flexible enough for that.”

That startled Sunny into a laugh. What? No! I didn’t mean—ha! In lieu of us removing a few ribs, I want to show you what… what I would like to do to you, using your fingers. I like your hands very much. And… I feel that’s the closest I can get to kissing you.

Arthur’s eyes were enormous. Instead of breathing too fast, he seemed to have stopped entirely.

“You know what?” said Parker with panache. “Yeah. No holds barred. We’ll have a good time. Maybe steal some of that whiskey?”

We won’t need to steal anything. The cook will happily give us whatever you wish. If you want some god-whiskey or wine or whatever else, I will ensure you have it, Sunny said, voice warm and relieved. And… just in case, should we establish a signal if I go too far?

“Absolutely. You want a word? A hand sign? What?”

A… a word. Maybe.

“Whatcha thinking?”

Sunny laughed. Larson would sure as fuck pull us out of the mood.

Parker laughed as he began walking away. “Yeah, but I dunno that I wanna go from hot and bothered into vomiting.”

Sunny laughed too, his free and easy chuckle a perfect harmony to Parker’s.

“How about we use… Mummy? Like the caves with that mystery, months ago.”

Huh, Sunny agreed. That will work.

“And should be easy to say even in the middle of whatever,” said Parker, quite cheerfully. “What would you think about having some chocolate on hand?”

But he’d gone too far for Sunny’s rumbled reply to come clear.

Arthur lay there like a dead man, still holding his breath, eyes huge.

How in hell was John supposed to react to this?

The breeze blew, light and lovely, catching some leaves and tumbling them along like secret whispers. John exhaled slowly. Uh. You okay?

“Sure,” said Arthur at once in a quick, high voice that presaged nothing good.

John had to take hold of this horse before it galloped right off a cliff. Guess that was an education.

“They’re lovers,” said Arthur, and it was an awe, the way he said it, an amazement that there could be such a thing—not disgust, not horror, but bafflement.

Had it never occurred to him that could happen? Sure seems like it.

“Seems like it! Did you hear the same conversation I did?” Arthur snapped.

So I guess we didn’t need to worry about warning them after all, said John.

“We absolutely did. This is about consent, John. Don’t you get that?”

John knew his pause was bad, but he was confused. But they were both willing?

“It had to be said, John,” said Arthur. “Boundaries. Though I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t understand boundaries,” he added as if to himself.

That hurt, though John knew it was about Hastur more than him. I’d learn them for you!

“You don’t… you don’t learn them. They’re already there,” said Arthur, stupidly, which meant he was getting into his stubborn phase, and would say contradictory things and presumptive things and bitey things.

John had lost most of his high from their magic practice, but not all, and didn’t want to get into a fight now. All right. Well. I’d find them for you, then.

Arthur didn’t seem to know what to do with that—that even tone, unprodded, unroused. “Whatever, John.” He finally got up, brushing ineffectively at the leaves that clung to his damp training clothes, and headed for the exit. “Straight?”

Ahead. And he wondered.

Arthur was not, he was completely certain, straight. He also wasn’t gay. John wasn’t sure what Arthur was, and after all these years living in his body, he knew Arthur didn’t know, either.

Sunny and Parker had talked about all of this. They’d taken the risk… and no one had run.

If Arthur rejected him, he didn’t know what he’d do. He didn’t think he could handle it. Acknowledging how he felt had made all these feelings so much worse, and he couldn’t deny them.

Or maybe he just needed to practice magic again, and all of this was bunkum. You should have time to shower before dinner.

Arthur rolled his shoulder. “I hope they don’t come. I don’t think I could look them in the eye after that.”

Look them in the—

“Oh, shut up.” But his reflection in the many mirrors grinned.

John reached across and rubbed Arthur’s sore shoulder. This was good, like this. It was together, and intimate. He didn’t need more. He didn’t have to be greedy.

Hastur was greedy. John was not. It was a defining factor, damn it all.

Damn it all.

Damn everything.

This was enough, and John would not demand more. You did really well tonight.

“Thanks,” said Arthur, cheering up.

With practice, you’re going to be amazing.

“That’s what they say,” Arthur said, and stripped without hesitation for his shower.

It was enough.

It would have to be.

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NOTES: Arthur's demented little "you don't discuss boundaries, they're already there" based lovingly on his frustrated assholery in part 23 when Yellow didn't know what making a bed was, and... well. (gestures) Oh, Arthur.

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #surrogate series #parker yang #sunny | yellow (malevolent)#arthur lester #john malevolent

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cuppimagines · 2 years

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Days of the week

The first time I’ve written a transformation fic, and I wanted to dip my toes into it, I had a simple idea, and went to branch off from there. This mostly focuses on age progression and muscle expansion, but not from the perspective of the person actually getting transformed. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3.2k

Sunday

You and your boyfriend were in the kitchen together, cooking a rather self indulgent meal as celebration. He just got a promotion and was moving up so quickly in his job, how could you two NOT celebrate with the best stuff you guys could buy. A couple of large steaks, with golden potatoes, asparagus, and for dessert, a nice big golden yellow cake.

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled, leaning against his shoulder. “It feels like life is moving so fast with you already. You just got this job last year, and already, you’re moving up the ladder.”

“Ohhh it’s nothing!” he chuckled, nervously running his hand through his hair. Always the humble one, but you leaned up and kissed his cheek, which got him laughing and turning a shade of pink.

“If this keeps up, you can quit your job and just be a lil housewife,” he joked, to which you jabbed him in the arm.

“Oh hush up!” The two of you sat down together, and you poured a glass of wine for both of you, raising it up to present a toast.

“To brighter days?”

“To brighter days!”

With that, the two of you enjoyed a wonderful meal, and went to bed together, prepared for the rest of the week.

Monday

Today was tiring for you, and you got back home, kicking off your shoes with a sigh. To your surprise, your boyfriend was back earlier than you were, which never happened prior. Maybe he just got better hours. But he was sitting on the couch, looking at himself through the mirror in his phone. He looked concerned.

“Is something up?” you asked.

“Oh uh…” he paused. “Yeah, dunno how, but it seems I’m already graying.” You got closer to him, and you did notice that once you were up close to him. His dark brown hair had peppers of gray at the temples, and you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. That wasn’t there before, definitely not this morning before you two went to work.

“Work stress already getting to you?” you asked.

“Could be,” he replied with a small sigh. “I guess tomorrow I’ll buy some hair dye to cover this up. Don’t want people to think I’m already getting white hair at 27.”

“Maybe also visit the doctor to see what’s up too,” you replied. “But I dunno…” You started running your hand through his hair, a smile on your face. “I actually like the way it looks, makes you look mature.” Your boyfriend went from a bit concerned, to snorting as he tried to muffle his laughter.

“Ohhh you’re just saying that!” he laughed. “I’m starting to look like my damn dad!”

“It’s true! I wouldn’t lie to you!” you went to give him a peck on the cheek. “Now come on grandpa, I brought some food for us.”

“Keep calling me grandpa and I might just retire early so you can take care of me.” Nonetheless, he got up from the couch to follow you in the kitchen, for a nice, quick, cheap meal to end the busy day.

Tuesday

As tired as you were yesterday, you seemed to have gotten up to an early start, earlier than your boyfriend. You had showered, microwaved leftovers, and went to brush your teeth all before he was awake. While you were in the mirror, washing your mouth out, your boyfriend woke up and immediately went to the showers, just woken up, exhausted, and just wearing a bath towel. But you noticed something off, and turned to look at him before he removed his towel.

“Were you always that tall?” you asked. He paused, and turned back to you. You thought that your head reached his shoulder, but now, you were just barely up to his chest, which seemed more well defined. And the grays in his hair seemed more prominent and bold, along with the brown body hair that was more frequently peppered across his body.

“I guess so,” he shrugged. “Man, I should’ve done basketball in college at this size.”

“Hell yeah, look at you,” you got up closer, and gently ran a hand down his chest. You swore he wasn’t this big or defined before, he seemed to have more muscle, but not a lot of it hard or defined, but a lotta nice, squeezable bulk.

“Man, you were always such a hunk, huh?” you laughed. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“I’m even luckier to have you…” your boyfriend leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “I wanna make sure we have a more comfortable life, I wanna make you happy, and happy for as long as I can.”

“Oh honey…” you gently rubbed his hands. “Don’t do this for me, do this because you feel happy being successful. And most importantly.” The grip on your boyfriend’s hands got firmer.

“Don’t overwork yourself, not for your sake, and by god, not for mine.”

“I promise. Don’t worry.” Your boyfriend kissed your forehead one last time before he dropped his towel to step into the shower, to get ready for another busy day at work.

Wednesday

Odd. You were the first to come home today. Your boyfriend texted you saying he’d be home soon, so you went to start cooking despite how tired you were. 20 minutes in, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, and you felt the weight of a man that couldn’t have been your boyfriend pressed up behind you.

“How’s my favorite girl doin?” a deeper voice asked you. Surprised, you turned around. It was just your boyfriend, but again, grew slightly taller, and his suit was rather ill fitting now. His shirt was bursting at the seams, and his jacket was ripping in some areas. Looks like he never dyed his hair either. In fact, it was more gray than before, and seemed to be thinning a bit. There were some more defined laugh lines in his face as well and a couple of wrinkles atop his forehead.

“Woah, uh, hey there dear!” You said, a bit surprised by how he looked. But maybe…yeah, he’s always been like that hasn’t he? You are into older guys, after all. “You okay? Did your work keep you late tonight?”

“Never been better, cmon, cmon, I got some stuff to show you!” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the living room, where the couch was full of multiple shopping bags from different stores.

“Okay, so, I got paid way earlier than I thought, so I went to get a couple of new suits, since I realized none that I own fit, and then I thought, what if I spent some stuff on you? So I got you a few outfits, some shoes…” he started excitedly pulling stuff out, but you went to stop him.

“Wait…how much did this all cost?” you asked. “You can’t spend like we have a million bucks, we still have to worry about rent, bills, food…”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, trust me when I said, this barely put a dent in my paycheck, I’ll put the rest in savings,” he said. Barely a dent…? You pulled out a short pink dress with transparent lacey sleeves, and saw the price tag was well over $300. How much was he getting paid now…?

“Did you already start cooking?” your boyfriend asked as you started looking through the clothes. “You can stop now, I booked us a seat at a pretty nice restaurant not far from here.”

“Wait, but we already ate out this month!” you said. “What about our once a month eating out rule?”

“Cmon, don’t worry!” he grinned with excitement. “And don’t worry about paying, I’ll pay for you, so get whatever you want! It’s got a dress code though, just wear anything from the bags!” You almost hesitated, but with how happy your boyfriend looked, and all this could be bought with his new salary. This seemed to be pretty good so far, so what’s the worst that could happen?

Thursday

You had come back from work to the house smelling of cigars, strongly of cigars. You coughed and waved your hand in front of your face, and saw the source. Your boyfriend, sitting on the couch, cigar in hand as he was making a phone call. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a forest of brown and gray arm hair, and his shirt only halfway buttoned up on his broad, burly chest. His usually clean face had a small layer of stubble to it, and he had to wear glasses now, before he seemed to have perfect 20/20 vision.

“Yeah? Alright, we should be moved in by tomorrow,” he said. “Alright, you’ve been a peach, have a nice night.” With that, he hung up.

“Moved in, where?” you asked, seemingly not as surprised by his appearance.

“Well, this place is a lil cramped,” he said. “Come here, I’ll show ya where we’re moving.” You sat down next to him on the couch, and you really saw how much bigger he was than you at this point. A hand wrapped around your waist seemed so much bigger than it was before. He showed you his cell phone, and your eyes went wide seeing the place he bought. A penthouse condo, in one of the glitzier sides of town. It had such an amazing view, a nice balcony with a pool, all of it looked fantastic, but so expensive…

“What the- how can we afford that? And I gotta get ready to move and every-”

“That’s not for you to worry about,” your boyfriend leaned down to give you a very smokey kiss on the lips. That brief second of contact was enough to get you flustered and weak at the knees, shuddering in delight at the way he tasted and smelled. So intoxicating…

“Movers are coming to get everything, while you’re at work, everything will be emptied and moved to our new place,” he continued. “You’re my girl, you deserve the best. I don’t want you living in a cramped apartment for the rest of our lives. You deserve better.” The way he said that, the way he spoke to you. Such a deep voice, so confident and sure of himself, and yet soft and gentle with you. You were in disbelief that this was the man who wanted you, who wanted to be with you. Part of you felt he was far too good for you, with how well he was treating you.

“Th-thank you…” you smiled softly, almost with a pang of guilt behind it. “But, wasting all your money on me, I can’t…”

“Honey, baby, it’s okay, you can spoil yourself, you can splurge, you can indulge in whatever you want,” your boyfriend said. “I will make sure to do whatever in my power to make sure you live nothing but a comfortable life.” He kissed you again, and that sent a rush of comfort, ease, and excitement through your body, before he pulled back to take a drag of his cigar.

“I love you so much…” you said, leaning against him as he wrapped a massive, strong arm around you. Was he always this big? This confident? This sure of himself? This…dominant? Either way, you felt more comfortable accepting that this man was yours to love, your loving boyfriend.

“I love you too, baby.”

Friday

During work, you were texted the new address to your apartment…no, condo. And it felt weird driving into this neighborhood with a car much cheaper than any of the vehicles you saw. You were extra careful to drive back, you were sure one scratch would get you sued till you were bankrupt.

But you finally made it, you went up to the top floor of your new home, and as you entered your large, extravagant, fancy new home, you saw your boyfriend there, but with someone else. Your boyfriend had such an expensive suit on, his glasses much more high quality and seemed to be a pricey brand. He had a couple of rings on both hands, and he was at the in-home bar, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. His hair had completely faded from the top of his head, a full five o clock shadow on his face, and he had the age lines of someone with decades of experience in business.

Sitting with him, talking and laughing, was another man, similar to him, but he seemed to be more extravagantly dressed, with a larger, more muscular build, a defined square jaw, and not only did he have oh so many rings on his fingers, but a gold tooth, gold tipped shoes, and a fancy looking wrist watch. You felt out of place seeing those two talk amongst each other. But your boyfriend paused, and turned to look at you with a big smile on his face.

“Baby! Good to see you back!” he grinned. “Cmon, cmon, meet my boss! He came to visit! Wanted to congratulate me on the promotion!”

“Nice to meet you, darling,” the boss smiled. You walked up to your boyfriend, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“This cutie, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be the man I am today!” he said with glee in his voice, before giving you a nice, big, wet kiss on the cheek. You giggled a bit, his stubble tickling your cheek. “She’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me, and I wouldn’t know what to do without her!”

“Ohhh cmon, you got that promotion yourself!” You giggled shyly. “No need to hype me up that much!”

“Well, missy,” the boss said. “Don’t just brush off that praise. Your boyfriend here, he’s been amazing, a great change for our company, keep this up and you might end up replacing me, and I can retire nice and easy!”

“Let’s hope so!” your boyfriend laughed, as he and his boss clinked their glasses together. “Cmon darling, have a drink with us!” Your boyfriend poured a drink for you, and with a small shrug, joined the two in having a nice drink of strong whiskey.

After the boss left, you and your boyfriend were laying on the couch, your head resting nicely against his massive pecs, while a big, thick hand ran through your hair.

“Honey…” he mumbled, to which you looked up at him. “We’ve been dating a while, and I dunno, it feels juvenile to keep calling you my girlfriend. I want to take the next step…” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Your boyfriend went into his coat pocket, and pulled out a small, velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes when you saw the diamond ring inside. It wasn’t a white diamond, it was a beautiful light blue color, one of your favorite colors. Tears flowed down your face, smudging your makeup before he could even ask the question.

“Will you marry me…?”

Saturday

Everything about him was so big…! His hands, his body, and his cock especially. You woke up early, to your boyfriend above you, rubbing his cock against your stomach, a smirk across his face as your body grew hot looking at his massive size.

“Why wait till the wedding for me to fuck your brains out?” he moaned. His voice was so deep, and this time you could hear him even growling a bit, out of pure lust. “I need you honey, I need you so fucking bad…” He leaned down, kissing you oh so passionately, and rough on top of that. He was so much bigger than you, and the way he kissed…so confident and yet so messy. His massive tongue pushed its way down your throat, moaning and growling against your soft, plush lips, it almost felt hard to breathe, but it felt so good all the same. Your moans were muffled feeling his massive cock start to thrust inside you. The head was already so thick, so big, you pulled from the kiss to cry out and moan, only for your boyfriend to grab your jaw and pull you back in for another sloppy, suffocating kiss.

“Mmm, you taste so good…” he moaned. “You feel so good…you’re so fucking perfect…!” He thrust deeper into you, and each and every inch made your body shake, and you felt yourself clenching around his cock.

“Fuck…oh god, please keep going…!” you moaned.

“Trust me princess…” he moaned, sinking his cock nice and deep, his hips touching against yours and making your back arch in pure pleasure.

“I’m not gonna stop till I fuckin fill you to the brim.”

You had to grip the sheets, moaning loudly out of pure bliss when he began to move, and not gently either. He kept the pace up so well, but at the same time, he was so fast and rough you were sure he was gonna exhaust you first despite his age. And you could tell he loved that. You saw through your half lidded daze the absolutely ravenous grin he had on his face. And his growling, moaning, and grunting…the way he moaned while he leaned down to lick and kiss your neck and chest…it made your body vibrate even more, and it made you go wild.

“I love you…god I fucking love you…!” he moaned. “I love you so much baby, I wanna make you feel good…!”

“I- AH- I love you too!! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!” You moaned loudly. You can’t remember the last time you were allowed to be this loud, this indulgent. With your former neighbors nearby, it was impossible to have any sex that made you cry out and scream this loud, you had to restrain yourself. But here…your boyfriend seemed determined to make up for that lost time by turning you into a screaming, moaning mess against the massive king bed.

You reached up, grabbing your boyfriend and pulling him close, crying out for him as you could feel him cum inside you, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy when you came alongside him. And still he kept thrusting into you, making sure to pump every last drop of cum in you.

“God…god…god you feel so fucking good…” he grunted. “Christ, I love you so much dollface.” Your boyfriend pulled out, and you saw just how full he made you, practically leaving a bulge in your stomach even after he pulled out. It was such a sight to see, and being that full of his seed felt so nice…

Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and kissing you across your face and neck. He was such a sight to behold. His body, a nice, massive, burly frame with a broad muscle gut, that was covered in oh so much hair. He had such a nice, square jaw, with a perfect layer of gray stubble. And oh man, it was going to be his 50th birthday soon, huh? How time flies. And yet at that age, he still had the vigor and energy of someone much younger, mixed with all that experience under his belt.

“I love you so much,” he smiled, holding the hand that now had the diamond ring on. “We’re gonna have a nice big wedding, we invite our families, and I invite my coworkers, and you get to pick where we go for our honeymoon.”

“I’m so excited…” you leaned up to kiss him right under his chin. “But let’s think about that later, you really exhausted me. Breakfast can wait well into…let’s say, 12 o clock?” Your boyfriend chuckled, a nice low deep chuckle that made your body vibrate.

“Sounds good, just rest for now dear, you deserve to rest as long as you’d like.”

#cuppimagines #nsft txt #nsft text #transformation

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crescentblossom66 · 2 years

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 4

“Why can't I drive?” Bow crossed her arms and pouted.

“We really don't need anymore attention on us, sorry can't let you take the wheel.” Bow rolled her eyes at the comment from Martin, and resigned herself to looking out the window. They were on the way to the shopping district, which had quite a few patrol cars.

“So, are you sure that you can leave Dave and the others with the difficult task of distracting the cops?” She looked over at her mentor, who was tapping his foot to the rhythm of the music that was playing oddly quietly today.

“I know where you're coming from, darling, but trust me, if there is one thing they're good at it's driving around without any plan whatsoever.” He knew what Bow meant, sometimes his penguins were a bit...scatterbrained to say the least, it was hard work to keep them all organized and focused.

“Boss, so how are we going to do this?” The tall penguin took a deep sigh and pushed up his shades to rub his eyes. He had gone in depth about the plan at their base. How could he have forgotten it all already? Bow just looked at him with a strange mix of pity and smugness as she giggled into her fist.

“Lemme try. Okay, listen, we're gonna split into two groups, dude. The first one is Jackson and our main man Sizzleface-” (They called him that because he once tripped with a cup of coffee, which burnt his face a bit.) “- They are gonna give the kitties in the front of building a nice whack on the head. You with me so far, my dude?”

“So far I'm picking up what you're putting down, sis.” The DJ was a bit bewildered as he silently followed the strange interaction between the girl and Martin.

“Right on, dude! After that the boss, you and I will chill our way over to the bling bling and gather it all up, while they stand watch and give us a call if things go south in the hood. Quick in and out, real smooth, catch my drift?”

“Aight, I get it now.” Martin slowly nodded and a moment later they could see the bright lights of the shopping district through the windshield.

“I only understood half of what you told him, darling, but I'm glad that that's sorted out.” The DJ looked a bit stressed, Bow wondered if he was just anxious that the plan would work, or if something else was bothering him.

“Are you alright? You're not shinning bright, It's giving me a fright, this ain't right.” Bow's attempt to cheer the gang leader up weren't in vain as the music-loving bird let out a chuckle and started to smile again.

“Who taught you how to do that, darling, that was lovely.”

“I taught myself!” Bow winked with a smile before concentrating on the plan again. As soon as they were in there, she knew they had to act fast, if the police caught wind of their plan, this would all end in catastrophe.

They parked the car in the alley, far enough away to not be spotted easily and close enough to reach it for a quick getaway.

They went to the backdoor and encountered their first obstacle in form of a steel door connected to a panel that required a four-digit code. Bow's eyes immediately went to the window, maybe they could just break it and enter that way, she shot that idea down fast, that would make waaaay too much noise.

“Done!” Bow watched in awe as the door simply opened, and the DJ entered. “Did you think that all I do is dance, darling?” Bow clapped quietly before following him slowly. The tall penguin stopped her right before she took a step onto the floor.

“Martin, you brought the little bag that I had given you before we left, right, darling?” The smaller penguin reached into the inside pocket of his black jacket and revealed.....a bag of flour? Bow looked at the black and white bird in confusion.

“I thought we were here to steal jewels or something, not bake a cake.” Bow whispered with a hint of sarcasm, that the tall penguin simply ignored, instead he opened the bag and let the small particles fall to the floor there they revealed a bunch of laser beams.

“You understand now, do you?” The girl nodded and looked around the room some more, she spotted the little machine that was casting those lasers on the opposite side of the room, and decided that it was her time to shine.

“Leave this to me!” Bow went back a few steps and then took a running jump over to a small, empty jewelry case, from there, she needed to climb up a large display case, which took some effort as she had to pull herself up to get on top of it. She was about halfway across the room now and the only things left to jump to without touching the ground were some crates, which were quite far away, and she didn't have the space for a running start this time. The DJ got a bit worried as she hesitated.

“Is everything okay, darling?” Bow turned around and gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah, it just a really tense game of the floor is lava, I'm almost there.” So she took a leap of faith, hoping that she could jump far enough to reach the wooden crates. Her heart almost stopped as she barely landed on the boxes and lost her balance, she instinctively reached for an object to help her, and thankfully managed to grab a roll of wallpaper. The gang leader released a deep breath he didn't even know he had been holding and walked over to Bow after she switched the device off and the floor became passable.

“Alright, so far so good, now for the real challenge.” Once again the tall penguin easily cracked the code for the last door and they could enter the main room still mostly unobstructed. This time Bow waited in the doorway to make sure not to trigger any traps. Martin trailed behind them, making sure not to touch anything as he went, even though some of the jewels in the display cases were very tempting.

“Even more lasers, I kind of expected more...variety.” The problem the DJ found was that this time the lasers weren't just on the ground they were strung throughout the whole room, floor to ceiling. Bow looked at the lasers for a moment and figured that she had to make her way as she went, she grabbed the flour from Martin and jumped over the first laser, simultaneously ducking to not trigger the laser just above her head.

“Come on, sis, you got it!” Bow smiled at the encouragement and proceeded to throw more of the flour in front of her to check for more beams. She had to dive through a tiny gap and then crawl flat on the ground to not trigger the security system, all the while the two penguins watched in awe and held their breaths after every successful maneuver of the young girl.

When she reached the other side she deactivated the alarm system and struck a pose, “Tada!”. She returned the bag of flour back to the Martin and proceeded to break the cases one by one.

“Good work, darling. We couldn't have made it without you.”, DJ Grooves smiled at her warmly as she placed numerous jewels into the bag he was holding.

What none of them realized was that one of the cases had a motion detector, which was not disabled by the panel Bow had deactivated.

One of the penguins burst through the, now safe to trespass, front door and yelled: “We gotta move, man, they're onto us.” Bow sped up what she was doing and was about ready to leave then a police car showed up and two crows jumped out and made their way to the entrance. Martin opened the bag with flour and slammed it on the ground like a makeshift smoke bomb.

“Boss, Bow, run we'll stop them!” Bow was about to protest, but the star shades-wearing penguin just grabbed her arm. They bolted through the backdoor and out onto the streets.

“We can't just leave them behind, we have to do something!”

“There's noting we can do now, Bow. We owe the success of this mission to them.” His face was scrunched up, it looked like it was just as painful for him as it was for Bow.

As they made their way back to the car they could hear the blaring of more police sirens, Bow hoped that the other penguins were alright at least. Both sneaked back, hiding in the shadows of the back alleys.

“There they are! Thought you could just escape like that, eh?” Bow got the small curved dagger out of her jacket, looking around to see just how many adversaries she had to deal with. It appeared to be a group of three cats, each armed with a sharp object ranging from sharp claws to a pocket knife. Great, now they had to deal with those idiots AND evade the police at the same time!

The penguin quickly shoved the key for the car and the bag into Bow's hand and leaned down, whispering into her ear, “Run ahead and get the car, darling, I handle this.” Bow nodded and started to sprint off toward the car. The penguin reached into the pocket of his dark jacket, the neon blue sleeve cuffs and the star pattern on it shinning brightly as he drew his knife. The cats, now seeing that he was armed, decided to try and surround their target.

Bow ran as fast as her legs could carry her, she looked over her shoulder and saw the cats attacking her mentor right before she routed the corner and to her horror spotted more cats down the alley, she had just turned away from. She contemplated fighting them off, but if that took too long the police would find and arrest both her and the DJ. She had to get to the car before the cats could get to him, she knew that he could hold himself quite well in a fight, however around 10 cats were too many, even for him.

He quickly turned to face who he considered the most dangerous of the three felines that were targeting him, being that he was the only one that had a dagger. He kept the other two cat's position in mind though, as they were circling him, waiting for an opportune moment to attack. He clashed weapons with the dagger wielding cat and gracefully dodged the attack from the smaller cat, who tried to stab him with his pocket knife. He realized that the unarmed cat was now behind him and so he spun around and cut the cat across the chest.

The one with the dagger used this small window of time to attack, but found his attack intercepted yet again, however his brethren succeeded where he had failed an dug the pocket knife into the side of their enemy making him grunt in pain. More cats made came from the rooftops and down the street. Where was the little darling? This was turning from a barely manageable situation into a downright abysmal one.

“How much do you think we get for killing the leader of the Penguiads?” The smaller cat asked the one with the dagger.

“I dunno, but a promotion is definitely in it.” Now he was completely surrounded by at least 15 cats. No way would he be able to take on this many, however he would take out as many of them as he could. He glared at the black cats in front of him defiantly, not showing even a hint of fear.

“All you'll be getting is an undignified end, darling.” The cats around him started to snicker and cackle, until a sharp screeching noise turned their attention down the dark road.

Never was he happier to hear the tormented screaming of the tires that resounded whenever Bow decided to put the pedal to the metal, and a moment later he could see the bright headlights of their vehicle.

“Out of the way, I have to to pick up a VIP!” Bow hollered at the cats, who had to jump out the way of the speeding car, which stopped harshly right next to the penguin. “Took a bit longer, I couldn't get the car to start.” The penguin quickly jumped in, waving at the bewildered cats who just stared at them, wondering what the heck just happened. Before they got their bearings, Bow stomped on the gas, leaving them behind in a cloud of smoke.

Bow made sure to take a long way back to HQ, just to make sure that they wouldn't be followed. Both were finally able to take a breather when they returned, but weren't prepared for the news, after Dave arrived with the rest of the distraction crew that had made it out.

“I-I just lost contact with the other three cars, and then I was on the way back Marcus and the peeps that were with him were the only ones that made it out.” Dave told them, as they came into the backroom to report back.

“Where is Marcus now, Dave?” The questioned penguin cast his eyes to the floor, the anguish was visible in his eyes as his shades slipped forward a little.

“I...I'm gonna go and get him, boss, but he's...not in the best condition right now.” Bow wondered what he meant with that and was shocked and sad when she laid eyes on the trembling and traumatized bird that entered the room with slow, uneasy steps a few minutes later.

“Oh dear.-” Dave really wasn't joking, the bird looked horrible, the tall penguin observed. “-Come, sit down for a bit, darling” Bow decided to offer the shaking penguin the tea she had brewed a few minutes earlier after he sat down.

“W-What happened?” Her curiosity got the better of her, something terrible must have happened to leave him in such a state. Marcus hesitated for a moment watching the surface of the water in his tea cup.

“They killed them, all of them.-” He whimpered in a broken voice, “I just managed to escape with the others, it was a wild chase, and somehow we ended up in the heart of the shopping district controlled by the cats. Then, out of nowhere, missiles were launched at us, I-I still have no idea how I managed to evade all of them.-” The penguin pulled down his shades, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Meanwhile Bow and DJ Grooves were silent and just listened to the horror story. “-I could see two of our cars explode in the rear view mirror. One of ours was driving next to me, and...and it exploded right then and there...-” His voice turned into sobbing as he continued, “-they died right next to me...There was nothing I could do.” Bow's eyes turned blurry, she didn't even realize that she had started to cry.

The tall penguin drew a deep breath, and put a flipper on the shoulder of his subordinate, “Go get some rest, darling. We're all there for you and the others. I'll find a way to get rid of our enemies, I promise.” It was all he could say to the disturbed penguin.

“Yeah, we will win in the end, neither the Leowles nor the Nyakuza can stop us!” Bow cheered and actually managed to be convincing enough to make Marcus smile. Their boss, however, had a grim expression on his face, he looked troubled, just like he had been at the beginning of the mission.

“Are you okay, grandpa?” Bow asked with worry, he snapped back to reality after realizing that she was speaking to him.

“Didn't I tell you not to call me that.-” He sighed before walking out of the room himself, “-I'm fine, Bowie, just tired.”

#dead bird metro au #ahit dj grooves #a hat in time #ahit #ahit conductor #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit fanfic #Inspired by the au from #@the-confuktor

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whatdoesshedotothem · 1 year

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Saturday 22 December 1832

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soft damp morning and F52 ½° at 8 a.m. – breakfast at 9 with my father – Simeon Shaw brought his black horse to look at – hardly 15 hands – 15 years old if a day - £14 – not worth it – and my father thought the horse too little – Grey mare £17 but cheaper at that than the horse at £14 - out at 9 50 - along the walk to Lidgate in ½ hour - sat with her the 7 minutes while she ate her dinner at 2 ½ and at near 4 walked with her to Cliff Hill - left her at the home gate and then walked pretty quickly to Pickles and his son John stubbing in James Smith’s upper brow - P- planted near the middle gate into walk goodish holly he had got up and then came at 5 in and I paid him up to tonight - found note from Mr Parker with written order signed by M. Stocks as chairman authorizing me to plant the Godley slope

§§ Godley Lane road 21 December 1832. Ordered that Miss Lister of Shibden hall be allowed by the trustees of this road, to plant the south side of the embankments etc. etc as above

‘south side of the embankments of the Godley lane road, that the wood shall belong to her, but the same shall be cut by her at the top, so that the road shall not be shaded there by M. Stocks chairman’.

Mr. Parker will explain the particulars of the meeting when he sees me ‘I doubt not but you will by degrees get all you want.’ it seems, I inadvertently asked for the coal lease instead of the coal plan but Mr P- has sent the plan read Miss W- Doctor B-‘s letter asked what answer I was to send but she could not or did not tell me anything satisfactory she thought all at an end between us and said she should not live long should never be happy however she sat on my knee and I grubbled her a little and then said I had given no answer left it all to her and her sister’s letter would not give back the purse and her word till the very and till I had done that she was still mine thought she had better reconsider the thing still she harped on Cliff hill and Mr Ainsworth I argued as usual said I would do anything I could for her and would leave the thing open till the eleventh hour asked if she would come and stay with me at Shibden yes or go with me anywhere for a little while and would have me stay with her what said I and run the risk of its ending in our begin together yes again had her on my knee and grubbled her more and better than before and on leaving her at Cliff Hill said many things were after all more impossible than her going away with me (to which she agreed) and I advised her to do anything she could by way of preparation and she seemed better and to have much cheered up she had before said she could live at Cliff Hill single if I was at Shibden and repeated that had not things been as they are I never could have such influence over her she wants my services and time and friendship and to keep her money to herself will even Mr A- be able to get her fast? I left her with less care than ever and more resignation at being rid of her I may use her person freely enough I cease to respect and all my fine talk and professions of regard cost me less and less trouble well I half promised to go to her on Monday night I shall see whether it will suit me or not I am better without her and talk as I may will have no serious thought of her again – wrote all but the 3 first lines of today till 5 50 – sent off by John before breakfast my notes written last night to Jeremiah R- Esquire and to Messrs. Parker and Adam dinner at 6 10 – Marian came to me to tell me she had seen Mrs. Holmes this morning who mentioned Godley to her – her husband would not interfere against me – thought I ought to have it – in short behaved very handsomely – said I ought not to give more than £1800 or £2000 for it – Marian staid with me till 8 ¼ - then writing out copies of letters into business letter book till went into the other room at 9 40 and sat talking to my aunt and looked over the courier till came to my room at 10 50 very fine mild day – F51 ½° now at 11 p.m.

vid. p.225.

Pickles shewed me 3 specimens of lead pipe from Firths 3/4in. 7lb. per yard at 1/2 ½

1in. 8lb. ---------

1 1/4in. 10lb. -----------

made up out of the sheets and .:. never of such good quality [?] Pickles would have the piping cast which is always of best quality Firth is now laying cast or run lead piping at Burks hall.

3/4in. 7lb. to the yard much too think – should be as thick as the 1 ¼ in. pipe, and if so, the 3/4in. should weigh ten lbs. per yard!

10lb. to the yard not too much but then the ¾ in. must be thicker than the patter of 1 ¼ in. bore -

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fluffy-critter · 1 year

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#crosspost #busybee

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musekicker · 2 years

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A Blitz giving or enhancing other powers au drabble. Blitz is used in a way he didn’t expect.

The new imp at IMP wasn't unusual looking. Normal red skin coloring with a few white scars in various areas. There was a big path of white scarred skin on his lower jaw. He dressed in shades of white and green and always seemed to be shuffling a deck of cards. This worked well for Ace, able to do a variety of card tricks.

During his employee interview with Blitz, Ace had done the whole pick any card and he would know what it was trick. And he had succeeded at the trick.

The card had been the ace of hearts.

As time and jobs went by, Blitz and Ace were starting to get close. And it had not taken them long to start sleeping together. Sometimes even during office hours which made it a very good idea to knock loudly before entering Blitz's office. Then again, that rule had held true even when Ace wasn't around. One never knew what Blitz would get up to in his office, even on his own.

Today was not a on his own day as Ace entered the office.

"Hey love." he said. "Sorry I'm a bit late. I needed to make a quick stop."

A plain, brown paper was in held in Ace's arms. He placed the bag onto Blitz's desk.

"I got you something." Ace said.

Blitz looked into the bag.

"Fuck yeah, alcohol." Blitz said.

The wine was not the most expensive brand out there but it was many steps above the stuff that Blitz would get on his own most of the time.

"You're spoiling me you know." Blitz said.

Ace grinned. He reached to put his hands on Blitz's shoulders and to push Blitz against his chair back. Blitz let him, grinning back.

"You make me feel so good." Ace said, nuzzling the side of Blitz's neck.

"Oh? I'm going to make you feel even better in a minute." Blitz said, tail swishing.

"It's one of the many things you're so good at." Ace said. "Now if only you could make a business out of making others stronger."

Blitz froze at those words.

"Wait.. you know about that?" Blitz asked.

Ace frowned and looked away. Said more then he meant to it seemed. That was worrying. This no longer felt good.

"How did you even find out about it?" Blitz asked.

Ace was too quiet, thinking. The realization hit. Blitz pushed Ace away and growled, tail lashing like a angry cat. Then he stood up, pointing a accusing finger at Ace.

"You're using me!" Blitz snarled.

Blitz was prepared to hear so many lies and excuses and steeled himself to argue against them. Ace did something else. He merely shrugged and said in a calm voice.

"Well of course I am." he said.

Blitz's anger fizzled out from the chill he felt from that easy admission of unapologetic tone.

"Look, you think that your "secret" is really all that secret from us fellow imps? Or that none of us would want to get a piece of that?" Ace asked.

Blitz stared. Ace continued on.

"And I did! Made all those gifts and sleeping with you worth it." Ace said. "How do you think I healed so fast after that last job when I got stabbed by the target?" Ace asked.

Blitz thought back to that moment. He had thought that the knife had gone in deeper then the wound he looked at later suggested.

Now Blitz was starting to shake with rage.

"You're mad at me aren't you?" Ace asked.

Blitz snarled.

"What the fuck do you think?"

Ace shrugged again.

"And now you want me out I'm sure. Fine then. You gave me healing powers and a good time. I'd say that I got all I wanted from this time with you." Ace said.

He was smiling the whole time. Smiling! Like all he had done was find a large sum of money on the sidewalk. Blitz didn't know how he managed it, but he held back the tears that were burning, threating to leak out and make Blitz feel more stupid then he already felt.

Without a word Blitz grabbed the wine off the desk and threw it at Ace. Ace dodged in time to avoid being hit. That was fine with Blitz as he took out his gun and fired it in Ace's direction. A bullet caught in his shoulder. Ace screamed in pain, stumbling back. Blitz shot again and the next bullet hit Ace in the stomach.

By now the office door had been kicked open by Loona with Millie and Moxxie at her back to take on whatever was going on in the office. They had not expected to see Blitz aiming a gun at Ace and Ace with two bullet holes in him.

Blitz stopped firing after that. Not because he wanted to but only because he realized how truly useless the action was. The bullet that had hit Ace's shoulder was falling out of the hole it had left when it had entered. And now the bullet wound was closing. The stomach would soon follow.

As angry as Blitz was, there was no point in continuing to shoot Ace.

"Get... out." Blitz snarled.

Ace held Blitz's gaze with a cold look. He opened his mouth, on the edge of saying something.

"Out!" Blitz roared, gun aimed at Ace still.

Ace did run this time. Shoving Moxxie aside as he hurried out. The door to the out of the IMP office was heard slamming open and then closed only moments later. Only then did Blitz allow himself to collapse down into his chair.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Moxxie cried.

"He was using me." Blitz said.

The shaky tone and the near tears Blitz was at brought everyone close.

"You mean that-" Millie said.

Blitz slammed a fist down onto his desk, not caring that it actually hurt to do so.

"He knew. Somehow he knew about the whole power giving thing. And he purposely got close so.. so.-"

Blitz couldn't finished. Couldn't stand to see the sorrowful expressions on everyone else faces that were so sorry for him. He just couldn't do it right now.

"I need to go out and get a drink." Blitz snarled.

Before anyone could say a thing Blitz stood up and strode past Loona, Moxxie, and Millie. He heard them calling his name but he kept going.

#helluva boss

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ — pairing: kazutora x reader

♡ — summary: after a long day at work, you want nothing but to spend a calm night with your boyfriend. however, you have no idea this is the night were all his demons finally get the best of him.

♡ — tags/warnings: female reader, angst, breakups, hurt feelings everywhere, mention on mental illnesses and nightmares, based on ben platt’s song ‘carefully’, mention of tora’s job in one of the future timelines.

♡ — a/n: i enjoyed writing kazutora so. damn. much. also, i’m quite proud of this one and the small details i added~ thank you @ofoceansandtombstones for being my lovely beta <3

♡ — masterlist

And all this time you've had a gentle way of holding me

So could you please release me that way too?

— “carefully” by Ben Platt

“It’s open, come in!”

The first thing Kazutora sees when he opens the door of your apartment is you, kneeling on the kitchen floor and picking up pieces of a broken baking dish. Red sauce has splattered everywhere and his mind betrays him for a second, imagining an accident far worse than what has truly happened. He blinks twice and starts to notice the small details that finally slow down the fast beating of his heart. There are pieces of chicken breasts next to the open oven door and what he thinks are sliced carrots next to your right knee.

You hiss when you pick up a piece of the shattered glass, the sharp end pinching your finger. Kazutora comes back to his senses, widening his eyes as he realizes he’s just been standing there.

“Hey, let me. You’ll cut yourself,” he warns, walking up to you. Grabbing both your hands, he eases you into your feet and then guides you to the living room. “I’ll take care of it,” he promises as he goes back to the kitchen and starts cleaning up the mess.

You let yourself fall on the sofa with a loud thud and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I just had the most awful day,” you whine, taking off your apron and leaving it on the arm of the sofa. “Work was hell, I got scolded by something that I didn’t do— like always, only this time my boss was all like: ‘You gotta be more careful, we wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable employee’. Like he was going to fire me over someone else’s mistake?!”

Your voice is getting louder by the minute and you take advantage of the fact Kazutora is in another room to keep the volume. You have been waiting the entire day to see him and vent about what a trainwreck you day had been. Just as always, he listens intently, the only noise coming from the kitchen being a soft scraping sound as he picks up everything and throws it to the trash.

“Then, I went to the store and of course they had run out of basil. Tell me, how does a store that big run out of basil?” you ask. There’s no answer from the kitchen so you continue. “I mean, yeah, I could have gone to another store but my feet were killing me. I’m just not meant to work in heels the entire day,” you sigh tiredly, swinging your feet.

You reposition yourself, now sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Putting your right hand on your left shoulder, you stretch your neck, feeling your sore muscles releasing a bit of tension with a small ‘pop’.

“I ended up preparing something entirely different than I had planned for dinner. I tried to let it go but just as I was going to put it in the oven, it slipped my hands and—”

“I think we should break up.”

Words die in your lips the moment you listen to your boyfriend speak. The silence becomes loud and abrasive as you struggle to understand what was happening. Why was Kazutora breaking up with you with such a small voice? What had triggered him to come to that conclusion? Why had he decided to bring it up now? You turn your head to the kitchen door and watch him slowly make his way towards you, doubtful steps as he takes a seat on the other side of the sofa, avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“What?” you ask, your voice hoarse. His lips form a tight line and you see him swallowing nervously.

“I’m not doing okay— haven’t been for a while. I— it’s been two years since I left prison and I still haven’t— I don’t— I don’t know what I’m doing,” he explains, looking down at his hands.

You nod slowly, trying to comprehend where he’s coming from. Turning your body towards him, you take a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s okay not to know,” you assure him in a soft voice. “Just… take it slow. One day at a time and then I’m sure you’ll—”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Kazutora confesses and you notice his voice wavering a little. “I— I keep having nightmares about— about that day and— and also about the motorcycle shop. Those two mix up and…” he takes one of his hands to the side of his head, his fingers grazing his temple. “And I’m hitting Baji in the head. And there’s so much blood— so, so much blood and—”

Leaning forward, you take his hands. They’re shaking and extremely cold and you rub your thumb over his knuckles, trying your best to soothe him.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Tora, you’re—”

Kazutora pulls his hands away hastily, leaving a tingling sensation on your palms.

“I can’t!” he says as he shakes his head. You spend a moment looking at your empty hands, never before having felt your boyfriend’s rejection. “I feel like I’m drowning and— You know what? I think relationships just aren’t for me,” he shrugs, his hands moving in exaggerated gestures. “That’s why I never cared for dating, never got myself involved in that kind of shit, not until—”

He finally looks at you and, fuck, you wish he didn’t. You’re not sure if you have the strength to deal with such hurtful discourse. You lick your lips and take yet another deep breath, deciding to ignore his hurtful remark.

“I’m… so sorry you’re feeling this way,” you say, slowing down your words, trying your best not to show how hurt you were. This isn’t him, you tell yourself. So no need for that tightness in your throat. “But you have to understand it’s not because of me. It’s because of everything that you’ve gone through and how hard it’s to deal with them. I don’t blame you, it is hard. But this… us,” you gesture to the both of you. “This is a good thing. Despite all the pain and hurt we’ve both been through, we—”

“Please, stop,” he says, raising his hand and pressing his eyelids together. “I can’t be with you anymore. That’s it, that’s all—”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” you counter. You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. Kazutora’s eyes shoot open and you notice his pupils shaking in fear, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I love you,” he breathes out, and for a moment you see the boy you fell in love with in his amber eyes that are quickly filling with tears. “I do love you but it’s killing me. I feel like I’m dying,” he chokes out. He looks away from you once more and starts tugging at his fingers. “I’m rotting inside and I don’t know what to do to make it better. I just want it to stop. I want it to stop and— I don’t want you around when I’m like this. I want to figure out what the hell is happening and—”

“But if you love me and I love you then why—”

“I’m not happy with you!”

Kazutora widens his eyes, scared by his loud outburst. He parts his lips, silently muttering nonsense as he tries to come up with words that can make it better. You lower your head and he wants to punch himself over it. He doesn’t want to make you cry, not after everything you’ve done for him. Is he really going to be the person that hurt the one that made a home for him in her embrace? Is he going to hurt the only person that was brave enough to pick up the pieces of his shattered soul?

“I’m…” he babbles, in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

You snort. “No, you really did mean it, Tora.”

He can sense the hurt and sadness in your voice, even if now you’re the one that won’t look at him. He watches helplessly as you stand up and walk towards the living room window in complete silence. The apron you took off is still on the couch and the vast memories of all the times he embraced you while you were wearing it quickly fill his mind.

He wishes there was a way he could keep you. But no matter how much he wants to, he knows there really is no other way. He’s thought about this countless times. He has gone to work without getting proper sleep, stared at his blank tv screen for hours on end, trying to come up with a plan where he could keep you. Was staying with the person he loved the most too much to ask?

No matter in how many shades of light or with how much care he handled the memory of you, the only way he could spare you the greatest amount of pain was to leave you— even if he knew he’d end up shattering your heart as well.

Kazutora notices the way your fingers tightly close around the edge of the window, your knuckles turning white. He had come to terms that he’d lose you today, yet he never expected for it to be this way. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. If hating him would mend your wounds faster, then he’d take it. Anything that would make the heartache he was causing you a little bit lighter. He knew you were the last person on Earth that deserved to go to bed carrying that much pain in her soul.

Looking out the window, you focus on a small girl walking her dog on the street. It’s a brown labrador and by the size of it, it’s barely a puppy. Rather than walk, it jumps on its four legs, his little head looking back at the girl every chance he has as he happily wags his tail. The pet shop Kazutora and Chifuyu work at immediately comes to mind. Would it be like this from now on? Small things eliciting memories of your days together without your consent and leaving a sour taste in your mouth?

You will need to find a new commute, you think, as you had been stopping by the pet shop on your way home for the past year. Is there another bus that you could take? As you try to remember the lines and their respective routes, you’re engulfed by the memory of the first time Kazutora dozed off with his head resting on your shoulder as you rode the bus together. You close your eyes and you can clearly see his peaceful expression and slightly parted lips as he slept, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours. His breathing is slow and his hands are cold and you wish you could go back, even for a minute and place a kiss on top of his head, since you wouldn’t be able to do so from now on.

Where exactly had you failed? You had just been complaining about your day when he dropped the bomb. Did you complain too much? Did you talk too much? Or was it you the one that was too much? You tried your best and supported him as much as you could but as it turns out, it hadn’t been enough. Good intentions were nothing but useless as you were now saying goodbye to the man you had loved the most.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Kazutora’s cold knuckles against your cheek, wiping your tears. You gasp, startled by his touch and take a couple steps back until your back hits the wall. It takes a few seconds for him to bring his hand now, unsure on what to do next.

He looks so scared and small— it fills your heart with frustration. Your whole body is screaming to take a step forward and comfort him, cradle him in your arms like so many times before, assure him he’s safe with you and that he doesn’t have to worry anymore. That, if you can still go home to each other at the end of a bad day, you can take anything life throws at you.

But that’s the thing. You’re not each other’s home anymore. You don’t get to bury your face in his neck and hum happily when his perfume reaches your nose. You don’t get to have him take a nap on your lap as you watch a series or feel his lips ghost against yours seconds before colliding in a kiss.

You hate it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking down at his feet. “Please, don’t cry.”

“You know what, Kazutora?” you say, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You taste venom in your words, yet that doesn’t stop you. “If you’re not happy with me, then what are you doing here?”

He flinches at your words. Biting his inner cheek, he nods, still incapable of holding your gaze.

“Yeah, okay,” he mutters. “I’ll go. I really am sorry.”

Kazutora turns on his heel, walking towards the door. Maybe it’s the way you know he’s not coming back this time that makes your desperation afloat. You don’t want him to go and you also know you can’t make him stay. And even if somehow you could find a way to keep him by your side, it would be worthless.

He’s just not happy with you.

“Are you happy somewhere else, though?” you ask, your words leaving your mouth before your head has time to process them. He stumbles on his feet and stops. “Because if you just can’t manage to be happy, then it’s not on me.”

Kazutora doesn’t have to turn for you to know he’s second guessing himself. The next seconds feel like years as he just stands there, mid-way to the front door, thoughts so messy and loud you can almost hear them.

“That doesn’t matter,” he finally says with his back to you. He closes his fists and you see his shoulders rising and falling as he takes a deep breath. “This way you don’t have to deal with... with the mess I am and—”

“Oh, please, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating an ex-convict.”

The weight of your words fall onto you the moment they leave your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, muttering a curse. It takes no time for you to walk towards Kazutora, standing between him and the door.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tora, I didn’t— you know I didn’t mean it that way. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you whimper, tears flowing free down your cheeks. Your wave your shaky hands, desperate to make your point across. “I just wanted to say I knew things would be difficult but I loved you— I love you and I—”

Kazutora shakes his head, a gentle yet sad smile on his face as he takes your hands in his. He holds them in front of his chest, squeezing them gently as they don’t stop trembling.

“Stop, it’s okay,” he assures you. “That’s what I am.”

“It’s not,” you protest. “I mean— yeah, but you’re more than that. You’re so much more than that. You’re caring, you’re noble— you’re so tender with the animals at your shop. You’re so sweet with me, always checking if I’ve eaten and offering to help me out if I have chores I need to do. You always come pick me up if I’m working late. You— you’re so fucking special to me.”

Kazutora’s lips form a tight line. “I wish I could see that,” he whispers.

“Then just— let me try. Let me try until you can look at yourself the way I do,” you almost beg. You let go of the hold he has on your hands to gently cradle his face. “I’ll do anything, but... don’t patronize me. I’m not a little girl. Whatever life throws at me, I’ve always been able to handle it. No— we’ll handle it. Together. Like it’s always been, you and me, I just— please, I don’t want you to go,” you cry. “We were going to be happy together, you were going to live with me and I’d give you half my drawers and half my closet and half… half everything. Please, don’t go. Don’t go, Tora.”

The sadness in his amber eyes only confirms what you’ve been fearing this whole time. You sob, your thumbs softly stroking his cheeks as you feel the world crumbling around you. This time, he doesn’t stop you, letting you cry as you hold his face, coming to terms with the fact he’s really leaving after all.

Your hands move to his hair, gently threading your fingers across his long, dark locks. Tracing the outline of his face, you push one of the dyed streaks away, only for it to fall back right where it was before. You can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips. He’s so pretty, you think, as the pads of your fingers gently caress his face. Your thumb grazes the space between his bottom lip and his chin and you dream of a world when he’s not saying goodbye, but rather falling asleep under your touch on your shared bed. You never knew loving someone as much as you loved him was possible-- yet the way your heart was crumbling in pieces was evidence of how much your soul was aching by being separated from the person it belonged to.

Sniffling, you rub your cheek against your shoulder to wipe your tears. You swallow before raising another question.

“Is this a… temporary thing? Or for good?” Your voice comes out in a whisper as you place down your hands on his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he answers. He wants nothing more than to put his arms around your body like so many times before, but he’s aware that it will only make things more difficult. “But I don’t want to keep you waiting in vain. You should move on.”

Kazutora realizes how much he hates the idea as it leaves his lips. The idea of you starting over with someone else rots in his tongue. He doesn’t want you to hold anyone’s face the way you were just holding his. He wants to keep you all to himself, to go to endless visits to the grocery shop, to watch you fall asleep during movie night and then pretend you didn’t, to massage your hands as you tell him about his day.

But you don’t deserve the guck that’s forming inside his mind. He knows it’s only a matter of time before it comes out pouring and reaches you. And he’ll be damned if he lets himself ruin the one good thing he’s had in his life for many years. He promised to himself he wouldn’t let his ill state of mind touch his loved ones. Never again.

He watches you nod and feels his heart shattering, even if everything is going just the way he intended. You rub his shoulders and look into his eyes, a sad smile on the pretty lips he would never get to kiss again.

“Okay,” you sigh. “We’ll end this but… when you leave, never doubt how loved you were. No— how loved you are. I don’t know what is coming for either of us but… I do know a part of my heart will always belong to you, no matter who I hold hands with. I will always love you, Tora.”

Your words are enough to finally break him. Kazutora clutches your body tightly against him as he loudly sobs against your shoulder. You hold him, tears flowing free once again as you try and soothe the man you love, leaving small kisses on the side of his head and whispering soft reassurances that it’s okay. It’s not, you tell yourself. It’s never going to be okay. But it has to be.

Carefully, you move him back to the sofa, helping him sit down while he refuses to let go of his hold on your body. You lean on the back pillows, both your arms cradling him while he whimpers like a small child. Kazutora clutches the fabric of your sweater with desperation, wishing there was a way he could stay with you.

Why does he have to give up the person that had put a smile back on his face? He can’t quite remember a time when his stomach had hurt out of laughter before he ever met you. Or when he’d experienced such peace as the night he stayed at your apartment and got to see your sleeping face first thing in the morning. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you and, for all he knows, he may never love like this again.

But he could never risk tainting you. He would never be able to forgive himself.

Kazutora softly pulls away from your embrace. His eyes are blotchy and red and you’re sure yours look the same or even worse. His nose is red, like it always does when he cries. It’s endearing, you think. Everything about him, from his hair, to his eyes, his hands— you’ve come to love every part of Kazutora. And that’s exactly why it’s so hard to let him go.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says in a whisper, resting the side of his head on the back pillows of the sofa.

“Like what?” you ask, gently pushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear.

“Like I matter to you. Like I’m making a huge mistake.”

You take a deep breath. Imitating him, you rest your head on the back pillows as well, so you’re both facing each other.

“I don’t— I don’t fully understand what you’re going through,” you admit, your eyes locked on his. “But if you need to… get away, then you should. You’ve been nothing but loving to me. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy, whether it’s with me or not. You deserve to fully experience all the beautiful things life has to offer.”

Silent tears fall from both your cheeks and his.

“I should be thankful I got to love you for this whole year. Because even if it ends this way… God, I loved you so much,” you sniffle, letting out a small laugh. “And I felt so loved. Isn’t that magical in itself? That we got to love each other at the same time?” you wonder with a sad smile.

Kazutora parts his lips, yet the doorbell interrupts him before he can even speak. You look at the front door, your eyebrows furrowing for a moment before you realize who’s probably there.

“Food’s here,” you say, wiping the tears from your face.

“Food?” Kazutora asks, confused.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Didn’t I tell you? The baking dish broke so I called that restaurant, the one with the burgers we like.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t really listening back then,” he admits with a pang of guilt. He sits up on the couch and turns his head at you. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You sit up as well. “I ordered for the two of us. C’mon, stay for dinner. Let’s… remember us this way, okay? Without so many tears and sadness,” you offer, tilting your head towards him. “I even ordered your favourite one.”

Kazutora rubs his face with his sleeve, erasing the trail of the tears he just shed. Looking at you, he nods, drawing a small smile on his lips.

“Okay. I’ll get it.”

He only walks a few steps towards the door before he feels you tugging at the back of his shirt. Turning around, he notices you’re standing right behind him. Your eyes look up to him, biting your bottom lip and not even a ghost of the smile you previously offered him.

“Before that, uh— I want you to know I… I mean it,” you firmly say, taking in all his facial features, loving how they soften every time he looks at you. “I’ll always love you. No matter how many years go by or if I ever stop being in love with you— I’ll still love you.”

“I’ll always love you too,” he replies, taking your hand and squeezing it softly. “I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You finally let out a soft chuckle and squeeze his hand back. The doorbell rings again and you walk around Kazutora to get to it. This time, he’s the one that stops you, not letting go of the hold of your hand. Looking back at him, you notice the soft pout in his lips and how they softly tremble, looming more tears.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, and you know you’re saying it to yourself as well. “Who knows, we might get together again someday. Have our own Casablanca moment. We’ll always have the pet shop,” you joke, trying to fight back to tears that threaten to fill your eyes as well.

It’s Kazutora’s turn to chuckle, only this time he does it along with you. You let go of his hand only to hold his face tenderly, a soft smile as you look at the man you love. Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against the beauty mark under his right eye. You feel his hands setting on the small of your back and watch his smile widen when you fall back on your heels.

Locking your fingers with him once more, you open the door.

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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“Territory,” Levi x Reader

Summary: Levi overhears the cadets confessing their feelings for you so he decides to show them that you’re his.

Warnings: ⚠️ smut zoneeee ⚠️

Levi x Fem!Reader

This was requested btwwww

It was the weekend, meaning the scouts were off of work until another expedition comes along so you had decided to stay inside the kitchen, teaching yourself how to bake simple desserts like cookies or brownies to occupy your mind.

The hobby had suited you, made you forget about the overbearing stress you would deal with during the week of training or going outside the walls which was always a overwhelming time.

Most of the guys sat inside the mess hall, sitting down and playing random games while talking to each other about probably the most random stuff, anything that came to their mind.

You had walked out of the kitchen, being nice enough to set the cookies down on the table to have them do a taste test for you, considering Levi probably wouldn’t.

“I hope this recipe turned out a little better than the last.” You laughed at the memory of last week trying to bake and the boys cringed at how hard it was to chew.

Eren was the first one to quickly reach over and eat it before the rest of them followed, their eyes lighting up and all of them looking up at you in awe.

“These are so much better.” Eren hummed to himself, grabbing another one and you rolled your eyes, keeping the plate there.

“Thank you for being my taste testers. I’ll give you some brownies later.” You smiled, turning back and going inside the kitchen to somewhat clean up the mess you made.

After you left, the boys all looked at each other while eating the cookies. They stayed quiet until you were gone out of sight and Jean was the first one to speak up about his big crush on you.

“I doubt you’ll have a chance, Jean. She’ll probably be better off with someone like me.” Eren was being cocky, nudging Jean’s side with his elbow and he gave him a dirty look.

“I don’t think she would want a Titan shifter.” He scoffed under his breath and Eren had shoved his friend playfully.

“Do we all have a crush on her?” Armin spoke, his cheeks turning a light shade of red and everyone looked at each other.

All of them nodded their heads then quickly went into a discussion on who you would like better, who you would have a better chance being with but little did they know you had a secret little fling going on with your Captain behind closed doors. The secret being Levi’s idea because he didn’t want to cause any issues.

Levi had actually heard the argument from down the hall as he walked down to go do some work but once he heard your name get brought up, he froze in his spot, listening to the boys argue about their crush on you and continue talking about which guy had a better chance.

A sense of jealousy had washed over him, hearing them all talk about you without you being there also made him a bit angry. He finally got sick of listening to them bicker and walked into the room, all boys freezing and looking at Levi’s cold stare.

“All of you, outside. I don’t want to see you back in here until I say you’re done training.” He ordered them, watching them all scatter without a second thought and rush outside.

He moved his hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose and looked down at the plate of cookies that he knew you made. He decided to move his feet towards the kitchen, opening the door up and seeing you near the sink.

“When you’re done, can you come to my office.” He asked, making you turn to meet his gaze and you simply nodded.

“For what?” You turned off the sink, drying off your hands and walked to where he stood by the door.

“Just need some help with something.” He mumbled, tilting your chin up and stared down at you, a evil little plan popping right inside his head as he tried to hide the smirk.

Your stomach had twisted into knots at how serious he looked, you couldn’t help but overthink about what he needed help with as you followed close behind him down the hallway until you both entered his office.

He closed the door behind you, being swift with locking it and went over to the window to see the guys outside training like he wanted them too, hearing their whines and complaints about doing so.

“What is it? Should I be worried?” You spoke first as he stayed silent, your body standing right behind his and placed your hand on his bicep.

“I missed you is all.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, his eyes moving down to meet yours and he lifted his hand up to caress your cheek, the soft contact made you melt right under his finger tips instantly.

“That’s all?” You teased, watching a small smile come across his lips and he shook his head.

“I don’t think you understand, I really missed you.” He said in a much lower tone, his hand sliding back to tangle in your hair and pulled your face closer to his.

Levi’s lips just barely brushed over yours, the dots now connecting in your head and you knew what he wanted and it made your heart pound inside your chest, you were sure he could hear how loud it was.

You were the one to close the gap, pressing your lips on his and he instantly backed you up until you were sitting on the edge of his desk, settling between your legs while his lips molded with yours.

The guys making noises outside the window had completely slipped your mind, it’s not like they could see you through the curtains and the thought of having to be more quiet than usual made you even more excited.

Levi had tugged on your hair, slipping his tongue in your mouth all while thinking about the small plan that had popped inside his head. He didn’t want to really out the secret hook ups you two were having the last few months but the way they had talked about you like you were a piece of meat, he was positive he wanted to show them who really owns you.

He wanted them to hear you moan his name and show them who really makes you feel good at the end of the day. Fuck the secrets, fuck everything. He’s just being the overpossesive jealous boyfriend that will make sure people know you’re off the market.

He wasn’t going to take it easy on you, of course he was going to pleasure you but he was going to make sure to over pleasure you to the point where your sounds will echo throughout this whole base. He was sure of it.

His hands had slipped down to your shirt, unbuttoning the plain white top and pushing it off your shoulders, throwing it to the ground while latching his teeth onto your bottom lip, pulling it back and letting it go as his eyes met yours.

He started to plant kisses down to your chest, his eyes burning into yours while his large hands slipped around and unclipped the bra you were wearing, watching it slide down your arms and onto the floor beneath your feet.

The butterflies swarming your stomach made you almost want to pass out, the way his eyes stared into yours, the intense yet satisfying eye contact he kept while his lips peppered kisses on your bare skin.

Soon he grew impatient with the tint underneath his tight pants only getting bigger as the material got tighter. He groaned, the sight of you instantly turned him on more than you could know and that was his weakness- he couldn’t control himself when he was around you.

He was addicted, he couldn’t get enough as he quickly tore off the rest of your clothing including his and his lips were back on yours in a much more heated kiss, not hesitating to slip his hand up between your legs, brushing his fingertips along your thigh, practically dancing on your skin before he had dipped his fingers to collect the wetness that pooled between your legs.

He knew he had a strong effect on you, it was proven every time he touched you and your cheeks started to grow hot while his fingertips slipped and rubbed between your folds, a soft hum leaving your lips and being muffled against his mouth which only caused him to further his actions.

A finger slid inside of you painfully slow, feeling the warmth and brushing it against your walls that almost made your back arch as your hand reached down to grip onto his wrist, feeling his smirk against your lips as his tongue swirled inside your mouth, the patience he had today to make you unravel multiple times, he wanted you completely weak.

A second finger slid in, continuing his slow pace and hearing the whine linger off your tongue made him pull back to keep his eyes on you, his hair hanging over his face and the smirk never leaving as his tongue ran over his lips, almost mesmerized over you.

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear those pretty moans.” His free hand grabbed a hold of your chin, brushing his thumb along your jawline and started to move his fingers at a much better pace.

It had made your toes curl, your fingernails digging into his wrist and your lips parting open at the pleasure as you let a soft moan slip out of your mouth, your surroundings being thrown out of your brain as the only thing you saw was Levi over you.

He could hear the cadets outside, the evil smile on his face only getting wider as he kept finger fucking you into oblivion, his fingers working wonders between your legs to the point where your head had fell back and multiple profanities had left your lips, making him instantly pepper kisses on your throat.

All you saw was stars as your vision began to blur, the knot building up in the pit of your stomach had made your legs tremble and deep inside your head you had felt embarassed at how fast his fingers could make you cum all over them, he knew your body from head to toe and what could destroy you and make you unravel in minutes.

The entire encounter had lasted for almost an hour, the way Levi had made you cum around his fingers and then around his length while he was deep inside of you.

The boys stood outside, training until they had heard muffling noises near the window. Eren didn’t want to be nosey considering they knew that was Levi’s office window but soon your moans had became loud enough for all of the color to drain from their faces.

The way you continuously moaned Levi’s name, the way he had you almost screaming while on the brick of an orgasm, they grew quiet, their cheeks flushing deep red and that’s when they knew to stop speaking about you.

They knew better to get involved with you or even continue their desperate crush, they knew that they didn’t stand a chance now. You were Levi’s and it was as clear as day.

The embarrassment and the humiliation had spilled over their minds for a long time after that. Now when they look at your face or talk to you, all they can remember is the endless sounds of you saying Levi’s name.

It was traumatizing almost. Not even bothering to look their Captain in the eyes for the first few days, feeling as if they even looked your way that they would be outside doing exercises until their collapse.

Levi had chuckled at the reactions, it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted their eyes to stare at the love bites he left on your neck, he wanted to remember your voice saying his name, it made his ego that much more bigger.

Now he knew they learned their lesson when it comes to what’s his.

I didn’t really want to go into farrrrr detail with smut. I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging bc idk how much I’ll be able to post over the weekend🤧 quite a busy weekend for meeee.

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reidsnose · 3 years

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Young and Beautiful

overview: spencer and reader spend the day together and feel like little kids again

genre: fluff

a/n: ok i think this concept is so cute but i feel like i wrote it dumb LMAO but its fine i'm excited tho lmk if y'all like it at all :)

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the setting sun peaked through the trees as you and Spencer walked around aimlessly. it wasn't often that you had days off, let alone enough to spend together. and the city was curiously empty, the usual bustle of the day having died down by evening. most people are itching to go home on a random Wednesday night.

"i really don't like the look of those clouds y/n." Spencer warned, pointing towards a large, dark gray cloud.

"i already told you i checked the weather and they said no rain!" you countered, though you had to admit the cloud looked pretty hefty. "it will probably just pass us over."

he hummed a hesitant agreement and carried on with the conversation you two were having. you looked around as the two of you talked, taking in the peace of the moment. the light breeze, the the hum of distant cars as you neared a park, the way the sunlight sparkled in Spencer's eyes as he talked, a golden tint covering the world around you.

he watched you soaking up the beauty around you, wondering if you ever saw your own. you were truly the most beautiful person alive. inside and out. he smiled to himself as your eyes lingering on the empty playground.

"you wanna go to the playground?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"is that weird? like were fully adults why is that twisty slide calling my name?" you giggled.

in a surge of confidence, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the playground with you, the rouge on your cheeks masked by the flush of a quick run. when he was around you, he felt like a kid again. you did too.

you tried not to think about how your hand tingled from holding his. it was only a couple of seconds and probably meant nothing, but you couldn't shed that wonderful feeling.

you guys raced to the slide, giggling like a bunch of school kids at recess. he beat you to the twisty slide, climbing quickly to the top and sliding down head first right off the end. you followed immediately after, arms stretched in front of you like superman and landing on the floor next to him.

"God, this reminds me of making a 'best friend' every time i went to the playground as a kid," you laughed, standing up and offering him a hand.

"cant say i relate to that," he chuckled, grabbing your outstretched hand and hoisting himself off the ground, sending a surge of electricity through his veins.

"oh come on! you never met another kid at the park and you two swore to be best friends forever and then never saw each other again?"

"nope," he replied, popping the p, "i didn't go to the playground much when i was little, nor was i the most sociable kid."

"hmm..." you hummed, "well i think you need to experience that."

he chuckled, but this time it was your turn to grab his hand and lead him somewhere. you two ran to get under the jungle gym, his long legs struggling to fit underneath.

"what are we doing under here?" he laughed, grunting as he pulled on his legs so he could sit criss cross.

"you're making your first ever playground best friend." you answered simply, sticking out your pinky. "do you...state your full name.."

"Spencer Walter Reid." he laughed, looping his pinky with yours.

"do you Spencer Walter Reid pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"i do." he answered, shaking your intertwined pinkies up and down after he was met with silence.

"ok now ask me," you whispered.

"do you...state your full name.." he echoed.

"y/f/n." you giggled.

"do you y/f/n pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" he asked, stifling a smile.

"i do." you answered, pinkies still linked in front of you.

"ok now what?" he whispered.

"by the power vested in me by this playground, i now pronounce us best friends forever. we may now kiss our thumbs." you announced.

he laughed confused and you both leaned in, pecking your own thumbs on the pinky promise hand, only the distance of your linked hands between your lips.

he blurted a fact on the history of kissing, how it was used in the olden days to seal the deal. he also mentioned how all the pinky promises he's ever done never involved him kissing his thumb, you laughed and said that it must be a Vegas thing.

you two used just about every piece of playground equipment, truly feeling like little kids again. giggling and screaming and being immature, your inner children completely taking over.

a clap of thunder interrupted you two while taking turns jumping off of the swings. your eyes grew wide as you looked at each other, recalling how you swore it wasn't going to rain.

just as you opened your mouth to say it still might not rain, it started absolutely pouring. the both of you were drenched in seconds, grabbing haphazardly onto eachothers hands and breaking out into a sprint, running as fast as both of you could in the direction of Spencer's apartment (which was much closer than yours).

but he did not have the long distance endurance, and to be honest neither did you and after a few minutes of running, you guys were still about half a mile away, huffing and puffing and soaking wet.

Spencer wasn't sure if most of his breath was lost from running, or from holding onto you this long. maybe a mix of both?

"lets just walk! were soaked already so who cares!" he shouted over the pitter patter of the storm, still hand and hand with you.

"who are you and what have you done with Spencer," you laughed, lifting your joined hands above you and twirling underneath.

he only chuckled a response, this time he lifted your intertwined hands allowing you to twirl again, humming a classical piece horribly off key.

the two of you started dancing down the sidewalk, spinning and jumping and swaying and leaping and laughing til you could barely stand. his lanky limbs flying left and right as you took turns humming different styles of music, even opting for an Irish jig at one point. and all in the pouring rain.

this was arguably the most fun either of you had ever had and we all know what happens to time when you're enjoying yourself. before you knew it you guys had arrived at his apartment.

water dripped from the both of you as you ran up the stairs, slipping and sliding all over the place.

"let me give you some of my clothes to change into so you don't have to drive home all soaked," he offered, unlocking the door and beckoning you to come inside.

"thanks bestie," you giggled, suppressing a shiver as you stepped inside.

he grabbed two towels, handing you one as you followed him into his room and watched him searching his dresser for something to give you.

he gave you a pair of sweatpants and told you to pick any sweater you wanted, causing you both to turn a deep shade of red as you realized you were sharing clothes.

he grabbed some clothes for himself and went to go change in the bathroom, letting you use his bedroom for more privacy. it was always the little things he did for you that made your heart burst.

you pulled his sweater over your head, taking in the smell of him that lingered on it. you smiled to yourself as you did, realizing you're already close enough with him to recognize it.

you finished changing and walked out of his room, seeing him reading on his couch, lounging in comfy clothes.

the sight of you in his clothes left him speechless, he imagined if you two were dating this might be a common occurrence. he shook his head of the thought and stood up as you offered him a smile, grabbing your keys off of the counter.

"thank you for today Spencer, it was.." you looked up at him trying not to get lost in his eyes, "..so much fun."

"thank you for making me feel like a kid again, there aren't many people who can do that. i don't know what i would do without you" he smiled, stepping slightly closer to you.

you couldn't believe your ears, or what was about to come toppling out of your mouth. he was just being so sweet and sentimental, your brain short circuited.

"love you forever." you blurted, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

to your surprise (and delight), he stuck out his pinky, which you gladly looped with your own.

"love you more." he professed, leaning in to kiss his thumb.

him admitting this gave you an incredible rush of confidence and as you both went in to seal the deal of the pinky promise, you tightened your pinky with his and pulled your hands down, pecking his lips with your own.

it was a quick kiss but you still felt like you were on top of the world.

Spencer barely had time to process what had happened before it was already over. he couldn't believe it. the perfect kiss with the most perfect girl and he nearly missed it.

he pulled you back for one more, slightly longer kiss, just to make sure. you both smiled into it, floating around on cloud nine.

you pulled away and smiled widely at his lovesick face before giving a small wave and walking out the door, scampering down the stairs and out to your parked car.

he snapped out of his daze and ran to the window, waving goodbye to you with the worlds dopiest smile on his face. it dropped suddenly as he realized he never truly asked you out on a date.

"y/n!" he called from the window. you looked back up at him and waved, "do you wanna go out this weekend?"

you laughed before calling back at him, "its a date!"

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mrwinterr · 3 years

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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