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Y’all. Like what the actual FUCK happened at this damn wedding!?!
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How kinky did you sluts get omg
#no cuz why are pant legs being burnt#wtf did you guys do#911 abc#buddie 911#evan buckley#eddie diaz#ryan guzman#oliver stark#buck x eddie#ryliver
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Okay what about a Bucky x reader where buckys had a long day and the reader can tell so she dresses up like a 40’s pinup girl for him?
pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: m in f penetration, handjob, fingering, creampie, eating cum, unprotected sex, slight degredation, praise
a/n: GIRL WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY ASKSSSS YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT!! this idea is so hot god i love it!! thank u so much for requesting
Bad day at work. I’m gonna be home late. I need a drink. A lot of them. Go to sleep without me, I’ll be home later, I just need to be alone. I love you.
You looked at the text on your phone then up to yourself over and over again in nervousness. You wanted to leave him alone, it was what you always did on his bad days when he came home upset. But giving him space never did anything, it only enabled him being upset for days on end, and it was hard for you to watch him struggle.
Today you tried something different. You wanted to make it about him. Everything was about you, what he cooked, what he did, even the bedroom, but not tonight.
You couldn’t help but remember him mentioning what magazines and girls the soldiers looked at back in the war, he even showed you an old magazine Steve had found. He was joking, only trying to show you memories, but the image was burnt in your mind. Solider Buck, hand in pants, starting at the girls he didn’t know in magazines.
Which is why you had on a semi long red dress with white polka dots. It was skin tight on your upper half, accentuating the size of your waist, and and it flowed waist down. It matched well with your red lipstick and soft makeup, along with your lightly curled hair.
You look like a girl in an old magazine.
When the door opened, you knew that was it, there was no turning back. You stayed still, trying not to let your overthinking get the best of you. You stayed seated on the counter, eating chocolate you had from a week back that Bucky brought for you.
His eyes were on the floor, but he tilted his head up at the realization of your presence, his eyes widening. He wanted to feel confused, but he was too amazed to feel it. You looked perfect, sprawled out on the kitchen island in a little 50s dress for him, “What are you wearing?”
“I found this in my closet,” you lied, knowing damn well you bought it days prior to surprise him. You dangled your legs over the edge of the counter, watching Bucky get closer, “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” he answered embarrassingly quickly, “You look beautiful.”
“I wanted to look pretty for you,” you smiled, grabbing chocolate from the tray and grabbing his arm to pull him closer. You grabbed his face with one hand and used your other to gently put the chocolate to his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly and grabbed the chocolate from your hand, watching you suck the residue off your fingers, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he smiled, not sure how to react. He was so used to silence and solitude when he had a hard day at work or on a mission, but this was a different feeling for him.
“How was work?”
“Bad,” he scoffed, brushing the hair from your face, “No body got hurt or anything, it was just a mistake I made. I kept insisting on something and it turned out I was wrong and we all just argued. It was annoying.”
“I’m sorry, Buck,” you frowned, leaning in to press a kiss to his frowned lips, “Maybe I could make you feel better.”
His eyebrows furrowed but quickly raised in realization when you grabbed the belt loops on his pants to tug him closer, “I just want to take care of my favorite soldier.”
He looked speechless, mouth slightly agape in hesitance. He wanted to, God, in your outfit he wanted nothing more than that, but he was so used to the bedroom always being about you. He loved it that way, he loved making every move about making you shake beneath him, it was all he wanted to know. But your offer was tempting, “Let me take care of you.”
He nodded softly, his eyes glistening as you went in to press a kiss to the end of his jaw, then prickle more to his neck. You sucked on his neck softly as you gripped the bottom of his shirt, which he was quick to remove. He grabbed your waist and kept you planted on the counter as he closed his eyes, enjoying your assault on his neck.
You jumped off the counter, standing in front of him and having him slightly press you into the counter. You kissed lower onto his chest, then took it upon yourself to kiss all the way down to his happy trail. When you reached it, you pressed your tongue flat against his abs and licked up, all the way to his neck and kissing his lips. He was quick to stick his tongue in your throat, which you accepted for only a moment before getting onto your knees.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky mumbled, hoping you’d continue. He took your light scoff and continuations as a yes.
You unbuttoned his pants and grabbed them, pulling them slowly down his legs. You were quicker to grab his boxers and pull them down, revealing what you wanted. All ten inches of him stood straight up, tapping his stomach as your gingers grazed the base.
He grabbed the counters as you began stroking him underneath the table and gave him soft kisses, “What’s got you so hard, Buck?”
“You,” he responded fast, his breath uneven, “Your dress, fuck— You look so beautiful. If I saw you back in the 50s, I would’ve thought you were the most perfect girl I’d ever seen, just like now.”
You stood up and continued jerking him off, turning so you were in front of him. You wanted to see his face. You kissed his neck as you jerked faster, “Where would you have taken me on a date back then?”
“The movies, for sure,” he threw his head back as you collected spit on your palm and jerked him off stronger than before, “We would have kissed in the back— Fuck, that feels good— Taken you to get food after.”
“What would happen after the date?”
He realized what you were getting at as he closed his eyes, just imagining it, “Usually I’d wait to go back to my house, but I wouldn’t be able to wait with you— Oh, god, oh, jesus— I-I’d put you in the back of my car and shove my face in you, ruin you until you could never fuck another man again.”
He took a deep breath and let out a drawn out moan, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as you sped up, “I’d put you on top of me, let you ride me until you got what you wanted out of it. I’d fuck you so good.”
You felt yourself getting wetter at his words, and it was driving Bucky’s super senses insane, “I can smell you, fuck.”
He grabbed your waist and seperated you from him. He wanted to be delicate, but how could he when you looked so perfect? He found the buttons and accidentally broke a few, but undid them as fast as he could. He took no time to take the dress off of you, his breath stopping at the black lacy bra that had underwear to match. He put his hand out to trace the lace along the underwear, his hand stopping at your crotch. He cupped it slightly before you backed away, “This is about you, stop.”
“Don’t starve a man,” he whined, his eyes furrowing in desperation. He picked you up and sat you on the counter, spreading your legs as he watched you shake your head at his request, “Baby, do you want me to go crazy? I can’t cum until I eat you, be nice. I just want a little, just for a minute, okay? Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
“You’re like a starved dog, jesus,” you mocked, scoffing at him and letting him spread your legs. He always got what he wanted, and as good as it felt, you wanted to focus on him.
“You asked what I would have done to you in the forties?” He asked, sticking his hand into your underwear and rubbing you slowly, moving your wetness around to lube everything up, “I would have left that little dress on, and made you sit on my face. I’d want your smell on me for days so anytime I did anything, I’d think about what it felt like for you to hump my face.”
You breathed slowly at his confession, grinding onto his hand. He inserted two fingers, watching your mouth open as he did so. He stopped his fingers to let you adjust before moving them again, “You can’t even take my fingers— How am I gonna fit?”
His mocking tone was sending you over the edge, making your eyes close as he fingered you more rapidly, “What? Does that get you off? Me having to stuff you so full cause I barely fit?”
You moaned at his words, nodding rapidly as he fingered you at a quicker pace, “Look at you— Spread out for me with your slutty lace underwear— You look so fucking hot.”
He always made things about you when you did things, but he knew tonight you wanted him to get pleasure out of it all. He did something he was hesitant to do, but God did it feel good.
He rubbed himself slowly against your thigh as he fingered you, grinding on you like a dog in heat. You looked down, letting out the most unbelievable moan at the sight, making his eyes widen, “When you moan like that, I swear I could cum just humping you like a teenager.”
You arched your back and grabbed his arm, shaking your head, “Bucky, just fuck me, please.”
He removed his hand from your underwear and stuck his fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as he closed his eyes, licking up every drop he could, “You taste so good, look.”
He brought his fingers to your mouth and watched you take them in, tasting yourself. You hallowed your cheeks around him as he spoke, “You look like such a whore like this— Tasting yourself on my fingers. You’re meant to be fucked when you taste that good.”
He grabbed your underwear and turned it to the side, keeping on the sexy lace as he ran his dick over your wetness, making your body shiver. He stuck his head inside of you, then was slow to stick the rest of him in as well. When he was fully buried, he waited til you looked adjust to flip the both of you over, so you straddled his waist, “Ride me.”
You lifted yourself up before planting yourself back down, “Bucky— You’re so deep, fuck.”
You kept bouncing up and down, the sight of your tits jumping with you sending Bucky into overdrive, “I want you to cum inside me, Bucky, please.”
His eyes clenched shut at your words as he nodded, nearly busting at the words you just said, “I’ll fuck all my cum into you, baby, I promise.”
“Take what you want, milk me, God,” he moaned as you grinded on him, spelling your name with your hips. You grabbed your own chest, grabbing your nipples through your bra, “You’re so worked up, look at you— Greedy and fucked out— I could just fuck you whenever I wanted cause you’re always so wet for me.”
You nodded, bouncing faster and leaning down a bit to look at him, “You should— Fuck me whenever you want. When I’m cooking, showering, reading, just come and fuck me. I’ll take whatever you give me.”
“You sound like such a slut when you say that,” his eyebrows knit together, his hand coming to yo ur face. You grabbed his thumb and stuck it in your mouth, “You’re so unreal.”
Your body winced as you continued riding him, “I’m cumming, oh god, oh my fucking god—“
“Cum for me,” he mumbled, knowing he was on edge too. You moaned before you collapsed on him, but right when you did, you felt something in you happen.
He let go and you felt ropes of cum endlessly paint your insides. It was never ending, the serum had made him cum for minutes on end. You were getting so full of cum, “Bucky, you’re filling me up so much, it’s leaking.”
“Take it,” he moaned, feeling the last few drops leak out of you as he pulled out.
He flipped you on your back, his eyes now on your lower half. He nearly came again at the sight of your wet pussy leaking his cum, it was dripping out so much.
He put his finger inside of you, shoving all the cum left into you harder. You shivered at the sudden overstimulation he was causing since you just came, “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t waste any,” he smirked, taking his finger out and grabbing all the cum that had dripped out and bringing it to your mouth. You took it all, drinking his cum off his fingers as you grabbed his hand, looking at him.
“I want you to cum again— But in my mouth this time.”
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One Night With You
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(Mike Schmidt x Reader)
Summary~ Mike is a very touch starved man. He spends all his nights at work and the daytime caring for Abby if not sleeping. He hadn't been with a girl since his junior year, making him feel like a total loser. The amount of times where Mike went back and forth with his inner thoughts, convincing himself that he was the problem was getting pretty intense and it was clear that he just needed a night out to clear his mind and prove those thoughts wrong.
You've been a "dancer" for the past few months at the downtown strip club, just trying to make ends meet. There was a tough competition working against you. You were new to this line of work whereas the other girls had been in the game for a while now, but you kept pushing on desperately. How else were you going to make rent or keep the lights on? The nights were slow and building a consistent flow of clientele proved itself to be a challenge, that is until one night when you meet a new guy outside of the nightclub.
Tags~ Stripper reader, Mike is a SIMP!!!, lowkey enemies to lovers but not really, no smut (YET...)
Note~ This took me much longer than I thought since I've been super burnt out of writing lately, but I hope you guys enjoy! As always if there's anything in particular you would like to see in chapter 2, please lemme know
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Mike felt confused with the lack of responsibilities and errands to run on this warm summer night. Abby was off at a sleepover and Steve finally hired a second night shift worker, leaving him all alone with his reoccurring self doubt introspections. Dude gets one night for himself and simply cannot think of a single thing to do to pass the time. He laid there in his bed tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. He jolts up feeling frustrated with himself, "Ughh... just fall asleep already bro..." He shifts around in his bed and grunts, "I can't do this-". He sits up and sulks his way into the living room, plopping down on the couch. Mike pulls out his phone and begins to scroll.
He isn't really the social media type but had made an anonymous instagram account a while ago for mindlessly scrolling. After what seemed like hours, Mike stumbles across a video of you. You were practicing a routine for the club, twirling and moving seductively. Mike felt himself grow larger in his pants and put the phone down in shock. He stares up at the ceiling in disbelief, damn you really got him feeling this type of way this quickly? He looks down at his lap and feels helpless. He wrestles with his feelings for a while and ultimately picks his phone back up to look more into you.
He clicks on your account and "researches" a bit. There's multiple videos of you practicing, photos of your skimpy outfits, and the most captivating selfies he's ever seen. One of your posts has a location tagged in the top corner, "Deja Vu Showgirls". He looks further into the club, finding that it's not too far from the pizzeria. "Fuck it. Why not..." he whispers to himself. Mike ensures he's well groomed for the occasion. if you're there he wants make a good impression. He showers, dresses in the best outfit he can come up with, and slaps some product in his hair. He finally felt content with his appearance and hopped in the car.
You weren't surprised to see another night play out typically. Maybe 2 or 3 cheap lap dances and a couple short sets up on the stage for less than 50 bucks. This clearly isn't working for you, at this point you've spent more on outfits and shoes than you've made while working here. An older gentleman walks up to you reeking of alcohol and cheap cologne, you couldn't help but gulp at the thought of providing your services for him. Yeah you were a stripper but you still had standards that made doing your job successfully hard at times.
"Well aren't you something?" he slurs while damn near tipping over from intoxication. You sigh and snap into your persona. "I'd hope so, this outfit ain't cheap y'know!" you reply in a flirtatious tone. You grab him by the hand and lead him to a booth, preparing for the worst. He starts groping on your sides which makes you shudder. Maybe this place isn't for you after all. "H-hands off baby.... Use your eyes and focus on me" you redirect with confidence. Times like these made you wish someone could just scoop you off your feet and save you.
He drives to the location with his heart pounding out of his chest. He'd never been to strip club before so Mike felt nervous even making his way closer to where you have the slightest chance of being at. He pulled into the parking lot and shut his car off abruptly, taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. "What if she isn't here? I don't even know the girl why am I acting so fuckin' weird about this.... I really need to get out of the house more" he thinks to himself while gripping onto the steering wheel. After a few mental pep talks to himself, he finally musters up the courage to get out and make his way in.
Just as he goes to push the door to the club open, you storm out with eyes welling with tears. Mike stumbles back a bit not wanting to startle you. You're holding your pricey Pleaser heels in hand, walking barefoot and trying your best to keep it together. All you want is to curl up into a ball and quit at life. You thought that creepy dude would cheap out on a dance, not grope and hurl insulting names at you for rejecting his advances! You look up from the ground and lock eyes with a man you've never seen before. He's cute... too cute to be wasting his time at some dingy place like this.
"Can I help you?" you snap at him with a shaky voice. It was hard not to notice the concerned look on his face. "No I'm-" he stutters before you promptly cut him off. "Leave me the fuck alone then." His face goes pale hearing you say this, he didn't even get a chance to meet you yet and he feels as if he already blew it. You pace towards your car and pop the trunk, filling it with the all the contents of your locker. You pick a T-shirt out of your duffle bag and drape it over your revealing outfit. His presence is burning a hole into your back so you swiftly turn around to meet his gaze.
He walks over slow and bashfully. There's a pink tint to his cheeks and he can't keep his hands still out of anxiousness. "Dude are you good?" you ask. He looks as if he's going to break a sweat, "Yeah... I'm good. Are you though? You looked pretty shaken up back there." You assumed he was just another guy looking to get lucky with a dancer after a shift change. "Look, if you want to get some action, walk your ass into the club. I'm not who you're looking for" you reply. His stomach drops hearing your voice. It was one thing to see you for the first time, but to hear your voice even if it be out of anger made Mikes head spin. He didn't want to sound like a complete creep stalking you out to your job for a closer look but you were exactly who he wanted.
"That's not why I'm here. Fuck- look... To be totally honest, I'm not a strip club type of dude. I just- I saw a video of you on instagram and I was- y'know... impressed by your talent and beauty." Typical response coming from a man trying to bring a stripper home for the night you think to yourself. "I'm not shocked by your reaction. You realize that's what I hear like- 10 times a night, right?" you say with a sarcastic tone. He seemed a bit more genuine with his words than the others but men will do and say anything when they're in need of a quick fuck. "Not that type of girl sir. Try one of those cheap hookers down the road" you point down the street and close the trunk.
"Please... I know how this sounds, believe me I know how dudes are but-" He sighs and continues, "But I don't have a lot of experience with girls so- I thought coming here... to meet someone new would help" he says looking very serious, almost to the point of desperation. If he weren't so damn handsome you'd turn him down in a heartbeat but something in you is screaming to give him a chance. He seems to be telling the truth and damn is he starting to fluster you with the whole innocent act. "Fine. I'll give you my number but don't you dare think about blowing my phone up." You scribble your phone number into his palm with a pen from your bag and blow him a kiss while getting in your car to drive away.
Mike smirks and waves at you, watching you drive off into the distance. "That was easier than I expected...huh..." he whispers. He gets back into his car and texts you, already so eager to see you again. The message reads:
Hey it's Mike, the guy from earlier. You doing anything tonight? I could take us out to a bar or something? :)
His cheeks start to blush again from imagining you two hanging out. He desperately craves a deeper connection with you but doesn't want to come off as too interested off the bat, it could scare you off for all he knows! His phone dings and he reads it:
Shitttt I'm free as long as you're gonna be on your very best behavior!!
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It might take me a bit to get part two posted, but I'll try to give you guys as many updates as possible!!! Keep in mind I am a new writer. This is my third fic put out so far :))
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being [ruben dias]
shenanigans ensue at erling's party & later, you're interrupted by a surprise visitor.
warnings: none | wc: 4966 | 6/8
“Should I go with sapphire or teal?”
You held both options up to your chest, head tilting in the mirror with scrutiny before spinning around to do the same for your best friend. She surveyed the outfit choices. One was a jewel blue two piece with a blazer and wide legged pants. The other’s color reminded you of a hue you’d find in a rainforest, with a cropped high-neck top and maxi skirt.
“Second fit.” Aki came to her conclusion.
That’s what you were leaning more towards too. You loved the competitor, but it felt a little too CEO for a party. She wrapped up steaming out her corseted pink mini dress and summoned you to her vanity where she curled your hair.
“Should I expect to see any of your suitors tonight?” Your eyes met hers in the mirror.
Her expression soured. “Absolutely not. Why would I bring a packed lunch to a buffet?”
That nearly made your ear get burnt off as you cackled. The once perpetually booed up girl you knew had now morphed into a menacing serial dater. You were honestly impressed with her evolution. She gave the same energy she received and was refusing to claim anyone seriously until they met all of her needs.
“I can’t wait to watch your masterclass in live time.” You slipped into your outfit.
“Watch closely.” Her lips smacked post lip gloss application. “Even an old dog can learn new tricks.”
The revelation that you were back together with Ruben was still settling in with her. While she wasn’t upset about it, she was crossed that she had been robbed of playing wingwoman for you at events. You reminded her that Cindy was single and it actually worked to perk her up a little. Playing Cupid was one of her favorite pastimes.
While approaching the party, you realized that you had ventured into familiar territory. It only fully sank in once the car rolled up to the front of the building and you spotted the interior. How you failed to notice that Erling lived in the same spot as Ruben was beyond you. Well, almost.
You had been quite distracted by the later recently. The location also made you laugh, recalling that Erling had hosted the initial meeting at his place of work. He was a man that clearly liked to keep everything in close knit.
When you got out of the lift, both your mouth and Aki’s dropped a bit. This was actually what getting paid the big bucks got someone. His apartment was a sprawling penthouse, recently renovated to have the latest styles and fixtures.
“You’re here!” Cindy bounced over to give you kisses.
“We hope you weren’t too bored waiting for us.” Aki scanned a tray of treats that floated by.
“I think I managed quite fine…” Her voice trailed off along with her gaze.
You followed it to a tall brunette swaying along with the chill house music playing through the sound system. His face was familiar from some pictures you’d seen in Ruben’s apartment - one of his teammates.
Speaking of which, you felt him. The flesh on your arms raised, silent alarm ringing to alert your system to someone’s eyes being stuck on you. When you picked up on his trail, you found him cracking open a bottle of water. His cheeks rose with a smile before he took a sip.
Another alarm signaled, your target closer this time. It was Aki who peered between you two like a strict father who was chaperoning a dance. She told Cindy to give you two a second as she took you by the hand and dragged you over. Your eyes widened, body tensing to slow her momentum.
“Relax, I just wanna say something real quick.” She tugged a bit more to loosen you.
That did nothing to ease your nerves about the impending interaction. If anything, it only made your stomach twist tighter. Ruben was experiencing the same thing judging by the look on his face as she saw her coming in hot with you on her heels.
“Ruben.” Her voice was flat in greeting.
“Aki.” He swallowed thickly.
“I don’t have to remind you that I make promises, not threats, right?” Aki smiled humorlessly.
Ruben staggered out a nod. He knew exactly where she was coming from.
“Good.” She gave your fingers a squeeze and released them. “I’ll leave you two to do whatever it is that people who dated for five years - separated for seven on account of one person’s decision - and reunited while ruining my favorite chair in the office do.”
Both of you were left with open mouths and flaming faces as you watched her go back over to Cindy, who you realized would have lots of questions about the exchange. You knew that Aki was going to figure out the real reason her comfort sofa had been replaced. What a time and what a way for her to reveal it.
“That was a ramble. She can’t ramble when she’s truly upset.” Ruben whispered.
Your head inclined positively. “I think that actually went well.”
His shoulders sagged with relief. You instinctually placed your hands over them to give him a small massage. If it wasn’t obvious that something was going on between you two in any onlooker’s eyes, they would’ve caught on by now.
The way he looked at you would cement any suspicions as well. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from visibly appreciating the effort you put into tonight’s look. The feeling was very mutual. You loved him in all black, especially when his shirt strained against his chest.
He leaned forward, getting as far as touching noses with you until you reared back slightly.
“Have you told everyone here about us?” You breathed.
“I haven’t shut up about you in the past two days.” Ruben chuckled.
A hand curled around the back of his neck to bring him in for the kiss he’d so badly wanted. You did too, even more so after what he said. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the craving you had for him, present company and all, but it was enough to satiate you for now.
The music lowered, but you hadn’t even noticed until you heard clinking on a glass. Your view switched from eyes you often got lost in to the reason you were all gathered here tonight. Erling waved, thanking everyone for coming out to celebrate the launch of his brand.
He went on to announce the biggest news of the night. It was the project Aki had been working so diligently to secure for him - a deal to collaborate on an activewear line with H&M. You had a timer set to drop the news on his website after the party so that it wasn’t spoiled.
“A team of hardworking women really went above and beyond for me, so thank you Erika,” He tipped his glass to his assistant and then towards your group. “Y/N, Aki and Cindy.”
You met all the kind smiles directed towards you with one of your own. If you weren’t already lit up like a Christmas tree, his move surely made that the case. Ruben’s hand curled around your waist to pull you in for a kiss atop your head.
“Let’s have fun tonight, but not too much. Pep can always tell when we’ve overdone it.” Erling wrapped up his speech.
The members in attendance groaned, man beside you included.
“Oh! One more thing.” He interrupted again. “Cheers to Ruben and Y/N! I don’t know how you got so lucky, but please don’t fuck it up. I love being her client.”
Aki whooped and the music resumed. You were definitely on fire, head to toe.
Ruben’s head fell and shook. Your arms wrapped around him as you made a small cooing sound. Poor thing, he had to take a lot of warnings on the chin on your behalf tonight. A part of you was smiling though. It was good to know that someone inside his camp was keeping him on his toes.
Celebrations got into full swing once the drinks really started flowing. Before the crowd got too involved with libations, Ruben introduced you to the people he spent the most time with. The tall brunette from earlier was John, you learned. You also did some low-key recon on his relationship status.
He’s here alone?
Poor guy has been coming to these types of events alone for a while now…
Everyone was letting a bit looser than you expected given Erling’s warning earlier. If the image of them somewhat behaving looked like Aki beating three of them in a row downing bulldogs, you didn’t want to know what full out was. Still, curiosity got the best of you.
“How do you guys act when not on your best behavior?” You quirked a brow at Ruben’s fellow countryman hitting a dance move you hand’t seen in ages.
He clutched his lower stomach subconsciously, gaze distant. “Let’s just say I don’t recall much about our treble celebrations.”
That was surprising. Even when you were younger with livers that could tolerate the cheapest of liquor in spades, he wasn’t much of a drinker. You’d only ever seen him drunk a handful of times, which was a blessing to be honest. He was the type to fall asleep anywhere.
“Sounds like it was a blast.” You hummed.
The feeling you had in his flat while taking in his accolades had made a reappearance. You didn’t know if it would ever get any easier - having to live all those moments of success he had secondhand. There would always be that voice in the back of your mind whispering that you should’ve been present for them.
“Hey,” Ruben must’ve sensed your longing, and tilted your chin up. “Remember what I said?”
You nodded and smiled, nuzzling into his palm. “I do.”
“Good, I just want you to focus on this. We’re here tonight because of you.” He beamed.
It hit you then that things must’ve been the same for him. The last time he’d been in your life, you weren’t anywhere close to being an owner of a multinational company. He’d missed your university graduations, the ladder climbing, your ribbon cutting ceremonies and all of the big projects that bore Bana’s credit.
“All those times you doubted yourself, those moments where you wanted to quit so badly…they never stood a chance against your belief in yourself.” His thumb ran gently across your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see how much more you achieve.”
You squeezed him tight. If there was anyone who had faith in you just as much if not more than yourself most days, besides Aki, it was him. Sometimes, you used to think that you were only doing it for him, pushing past the disappointment and doubt just so that he didn’t see you as a failure.
Hearing him say those words only validated the realization that your past thoughts had never been the case. You proved to yourself that with or without him, you were going to get to the point you were at currently.
“Come,” You took his hand in yours. “We can’t let them have all the fun.”
Ruben laughed as you downed the rest of your wine and pulled him in to dance with you. He spun you around, pressing his chest to your back. You peered at him devilishly over your shoulder while moving your hips in time with his.
That only lasted for so long before you felt him getting a little too excited. Your body pivoted to face his again, fingers joining behind his neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you swayed and forgot the present environment in a more appropriate manner.
You didn’t know how many songs had passed until you came back to earth. There was noticeably more space in the apartment, a few bodies had cleared out while you were under his spell. A sight that caught your eye proudly was Cindy who was making hushed conversation with John on the sofa.
“This outfit of yours is doing something to me.” Ruben spoke into your ear.
A shiver ran down your whole body. He knew what he was doing, activating your senses like this and walking you right into his trap. You rolled your eyes mostly at yourself. That was exactly where you wanted to end up anyways.
“‘You trying to seduce me, Dias?” Your lip pinned between your teeth.
“Always.” He kissed your neck.
Just as your gaze was about to get lost behind your eyelids, you spotted Aki blowing kisses at a bottle of champagne. All of the lust fueled urges you were feeling took the back burner to newfound nurturing.
“You’re gonna have to put a pin in that.” You patted his chest.
Ruben gave you his best puppy eyes. “Hm?”
Your head nudged towards your friend who was now making a move on the poor alcohol, a finger trailing lazily down its side. He made a small ah sound, understanding what you meant immediately.
“Why don’t we take the party back to mine?” You looped an arm around hers.
Aki squinted at you. “Don’t you have knock to boots with that giant meany?”
It took everything in you not to laugh in her face. This was definitely the perfect moment for you to get her out of here. The next stage in her drunkenness would be a wildcard. You’d either be subjected to a long winded proclamation on how she felt about everything, or impromptu karaoke of Santana’s greatest hits. Neither of which suited the occasion.
“I have a bestie I’d much rather cuddle with tonight.” A little flattery always did the trick.
Her expression softened and she pulled you into a hug. The words muffled into your chest signaled that she’d slipped into the love bombing phase of intoxication, which you greatly preferred to her jazz rendition of Maria, Maria.
You began walking towards the door while dragging her slowly along. A hand raised to wave goodbye to Cindy and then Erling, the other stroking Aki’s back. Ruben was about to approach, but your eyes widened and your head shook quickly. The lion was almost out of the den.
As if she was an actual predator, Aki stiffened. Her glassy eyes found him instantly and you could see him holding his breath, waiting. She took your hand and dragged you the rest of the way to the door, her tongue sticking out tauntingly towards him.
Before the lift close, you saw Ruben laughing. He blew you a kiss, which luckily had gone unnoticed by your bodyguard. It found itself tucked into your pocket, remembering how you used to do the same back then.
You couldn’t wait to feel the weight increase as you collected those yet to come.
The following day at the office found your team one player down.
Given the night that transpired, you weren’t too surprised by that. You had to actually make good on your promise to bring the festivities home by dancing with Aki. Ultimately, that worked in your favor. It got her parched enough to drink water while also purging out some of the alcohol in her system.
What was surprising was the fact that she wasn’t the missing person. While her ability to bounce back was the quickest between you two, you weren’t placing bets on her peeling out of bed shortly after you did. And it was a good thing you didn’t take the risk.
She listened to the silence of the space, noticeably devoid of any fingers moving across a keyboard or faint music floating down the hallway like usual. Her hands then dramatically snatched the sunglasses from her face as she posed the same question rattling around your mind.
“Where’s Cindy?”
The inquiry hung for a second before a proverbial lightbulb went off in your head. You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself, but you had a pretty good idea concerning the reason behind her discernible absence. At least, you hoped that was why.
“I think she’s cashing in one of those bonus days.” You smiled.
Aki shrugged, slipping her glasses back on. “Fair, poor thing works too hard.”
You focused on lessening the load for her upon her return. The more technical aspects of client management wasn’t particularly your favorite thing to do, but you’d suck it up for the sake of her finally getting the rest she deserved.
About half of the day passed when your best friend dragged herself into your office. She ran out of what little steam she had, which you completely understood. You commended her for even being able to lift a toothbrush into her mouth this morning.
That left you the sole survivor of Erling’s launch party. It took you back to the days when you first started Bana. Like that dollar and a dream saying, all you had was yourself, a laptop and an unhealthy amount of delusion.
You welcomed that energy and channeled it into the work laid out before you. One thing you never wanted to lose was that initial hunger. It was the motivation that would keep you going even when things were slowing down like they sort of currently were.
Any leads that Cindy had marked out, you followed up on with fervor. While you were at that, you worked on updating the company’s website and portfolio to reflect the latest projects you’d worked on.
When are you gonna give me a tour of your place?
You huffed out a laugh, typing.
Meet me there soon. Mine looks best at sunset.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, you didn’t have to worry about keeping him away from your home radius with a ten foot pole. It also helped that Aki was definitely going to be out of commission until the next day at the earliest. So there was no chance of a still awkward potential run in.
You wrapped up the last few emails on the list you had to send out and made your way back. Hopefully he wasn’t too eager to come over since quite the mess had been left from the previous night.
As soon as you got home, you cracked your windows to air out the loft and got to cleaning. Given that you didn’t know how much time you were working with, you put on an hour timer for extra encouragement. Dishes, sweeping, dusting and surface cleaning in that order all while you carried out laundry.
When the timer ended, you’d just returned from throwing the trash down chute at the end of the hall. With Ruben still not being there, you put your freshly cleaned shower to the test and then got into some loungewear straight from the dryer.
I’m downstairs.
You felt giddy as replied to him which floor you were on before you sent the elevator down.
“Hello MTV…” Your arm stretched above your head.
Ruben jogged over and tackled you inside playfully. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth until they were cut off by his. He peppered your face with kisses and moved down to your neck.
“I missed you.” His nose nuzzled against your skin.
Even though it had been less than a day since you last saw him, you related to his remark. The hours you spent apart felt like days and sometimes even months, as exaggerative as that sounded. When you weren’t with him, in the back of your mind if not the forefront, you were always thinking about the last and next time you’d see him.
You stroked his hair gently, “I missed you too.”
Though you might not have millions of followers on your social media, you gave him the brand marketer’s version of a house tour. You’d argue that it was better. He got all the details from the imported quartz countertops, your treasured surgical steel knife collection, custom made sofa and floor to ceiling tiled bathroom all the way down to the thread-count of your duvet.
“And now, as promised.” You dragged him back to the entirely windowed wall of your living room.
He’d arrived just in time to catch the sunset. It was luckily a good weather day in this perpetually drab city, grey skies making way for the blue he donned week after week. Hues of yellow, orange and a dash of pink illuminated the space, bathing you both in the sun’s warm kaleidoscope.
“I think your view is better than mine.” Ruben marveled.
That might’ve been true. The only thing you would change about your flat was to have a balcony like his. There was a unit with one a few floors up, but it was already occupied. You definitely weren’t staking out the developer’s leasing page on a regular basis to see if it became available.
Once the sun had disappeared, you settled onto the couch and lied on his lap. Unlike him, you reminded, you were not some Michelin star chef and also still had yet to do a grocery run. That left your trusted friend, the delivery app, to do all of the work for tonight’s meal.
Ruben wasn’t objected to the idea. In fact, he welcomed it a bit too eagerly. You almost took offense until he swiftly interjected that he’d been craving something different lately. It still had to be somewhat healthy though, special footballer diet and all.
You put in an order from one of your favorite spots. It was a small family owned Greek place that always used the freshest ingredients, something you were sure both your bodies would thank you for after a long day.
While you ate your mouth watering wrap, you curled up beside him and put on a random trending movie on Netflix. It quickly became background noise though. He was more interested in hearing about your recent events and how life had been since you moved to Manchester.
“There’s something else we have to talk about.” Ruben took a sip of water.
Your back immediately straightened. Those words were never the precursor for something pleasant. When matched with that tone and a more serious expression, you certainly weren’t excited to hear what was next.
“Should I be worried?” Your brows met as you tried to fight off the millions of scenarios that flooded your head.
“It’s nothing particularly bad, it’s just,” He scratched his beard. “Now that I play for City and we get so much media attention, being with me will come with a lot more than it used to.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that he wasn’t going to spring a surprise on you like the fact that he had a situationship he’d never really cut off, or that he was harboring a secret love child.
Funnily enough, the WAG thing never really crossed your mind. He’d only ever been the oddly cute buck toothed boy you fell for on the playground, even when you were watching him play before his senior debut. It was weird trying to reconcile that version of him with how others saw him.
“Oh no, do you have stalkers now?” You half-joked.
“Be serious!” Ruben warned through a grin. “I don’t, but some people do go a bit overboard with player’s partners. Taking pictures of them out in public, digging into their pasts, leaving malicious comments. I’ve been told that there’s some news about us so…”
The importance of what he was saying wasn’t lost on you. You’d heard about how intense things could get when publicly dating a footballer. With his looks and status, you honestly anticipated him having some fans that were obsessive in an unhealthy way. The fact that you hadn’t even really been out together publicly but already were exposed kind of proved that.
You appreciated him looking out for you. He knew none of that could ever change things, but still felt it was necessary to check in with you to confirm that you knew what all getting back together brought. It only made you want him more.
“All I do is work and I barely use socials anyways.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I guess the only thing I have to do is make sure I don’t leave home looking like a bum.”
He shook his head. “Impossible, you look good in anything.”
Your eyes did a full circle. There he was with his sweet words, trying to seduce you again. You had a thought to give him a taste of his own medicine and so you followed through with it. In one quick move, you straddled him and brought your lips to hover just over his.
“What about nothing?”
Ruben instantly sealed the gap between you and him. Even better, he muttered into your mouth. You swallowed his words, feeling them travel all the way down to stoke the flames already licking within the molten pit in your stomach.
Your tongue moved against and over his own while your hips dug deep into his. He trembled beneath you, hands falling to massage your ass. Most of it was left half exposed by your ridden up shorts, making your flesh rise to meet his fingertips and palms
Everything about him was so divine. The way he smelt, felt and tasted. You wanted to engrave each inch of him in your memory so that you’d never forget any of his being ever again. Your lips met his forehead, his cheeks, chin and neck.
They grew hungrier the more they feasted. You tugged on his shirt that was unhesitatingly removed with his help. Across the expanse of his shoulders, your lips traversed next, and then down to his firm chest. You became something of a woman possessed as your teeth pinched his nipple.
“Y/N!” Ruben gasped in shock.
You pulled away quickly, worried. “Did that hurt?”
“No, it just…” His eyes narrowed as a sly expression took over his face.
Instead of telling you what it did to him, he decided to show you. His hand trailed up your waist until his thumbs ran along the underside of your breasts. You shivered, teeth baring with a smile. His fingers moved lower and began moving quickly, digging into your sides.
“Traitor!” You yelled and leapt from his lap.
“You started it.” He reached out a hand. “Come back, I won’t tickle you again.”
Your confidence in that statement was nearly zero. The escape you made from his clutches was made far too quickly for his revenge to be satiated. And his gaze still lingered with challenge. You took a tiny testing step towards him.
When he surged up to grab you midway, you shrieked again and easily dodged. Ruben gave you a look that screamed you were just delating the inevitable. You gave him one right back that said catch me if you can.
He might’ve been fast, but you had home court advantage. You easily weaved around your furniture to the kitchen. In the corner of the furthest end of the island, you gauged his stalking as he did the same.
“Ready to forfeit?” Ruben tested.
“I thought you liked to earn your wins.” You taunted before taking off again.
Your muscles fired up as you darted towards the bedroom. If you could make it under your covers, you’d at least have a few moments of extra protection from his treacherous digits. The neatly tucked duvet came into view and celebrations were imminent.
At the buzzer, he threw you onto the bed and launched an attack on your stomach. You tried to curl up, writhing and twisting your body in an attempt to fight off his fingers. It was to no avail, his hands had infiltrated beneath your shirt to tickle your bare skin.
Right as you were about to cry uncle, you heard your doorbell chime. That halted both of your actions. You sat up onto your elbows as he removed himself from your body. His brows raised as if to ask if you were expecting anyone.
You weren’t. If it was Aki, she wouldn’t have rung your bell since she knew the code. Though she could’ve been adhering to respecting your privacy had she heard you and Ruben scuffling from outside.
The bell rang again and you peeled yourself from the bed, straightening your shirt and shorts along the way to see who it was. You hoped it was her and not some disgruntled neighbor. Surely, you weren’t being that loud.
When you opened up, you took it back. You would much rather be staring down the barrel of aggravated eyes than the ones you met. It wasn’t as if you weren’t happy to see her, far from that, you were just stunned.
And truly in a pickle given the other visitor currently residing in your bedroom.
“Mom…” You regulated your breathing with a smile. “What are you doing here?!”
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you're stunning
Rodolfo Para x f!reader
For @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy challenge.
Prompt: It's your choice
A/N: #6! Four more to go for my 10-part drabble series! The challenge ends in 2 days so I can do it lol. Although I may be a rebel and post one a day late, since I will be working the homecoming game on Friday.
tags: borderline smut. nothing to explicit, but it's enough.
To see others in this series, you can find them at my masterlist here.
Rudy doesn’t love like other men you’ve been with: a race to the end, to see who finishes first and forget about the other. He doesn’t even undress you quickly, instead opting to touch you above your clothes.
It’s a wonder the bed sheets haven’t gone up in flame from the heat rolling off the two of you; you’re sweating and panting before he’s even done anything other than touch you, his fingers tracing your jaw.
“I need you Rudy,” you practically beg, lips parting as his thumb traces the outline of your lip. You capture the tip of his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue and savoring the taste of him.
You can see his pulse quicken, and you want to kiss him at his pulse point, like away the sweat that’s starting to form there.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” Rudy whispers against your skin, sliding your shirt up, pulling it off of you.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You ask, hands wrapping around the hem of his white shirt, marveling at the contrast between the color and his skin as you tug it over his head.
“You never called me Rudy.”
You never thought you needed to. The sleep is burnt from your body as Rudy hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down until you can kick them across the room.
Rudy shifts so that he’s kneeling between your knees; he bats away your hand when you try to reach for his belt buckle. His eyes linger on the stitches at your temple, the bruises you collect through each operation, the little scars picked up from everyday living.
Your whole body bushes beneath his gaze.
“You’re stunning; you know that?”
You’ve heard others say it - but not once had you ever felt like it was anything other than an excuse to move forward, but when Rudy says it you know he’s telling the truth.
Rudy takes his time with you, refusing to let you touch him until you’re nearly broken from the overwhelming feeling of him, and when he finally bury’s himself in you, he doesn’t fuck you. He holds you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world, pressing into you enough to stretch you out, hands caressing every inch of your body he can reach.
He doesn’t stop when you come undone beneath him; he talks to you in slow Spanish, kissing you when it gets too much.
He doesn’t leave after he finishes, a rush of belt bucking and searching for socks.
He presses a gentle kiss to the stitches on your temple, rolling you over so that your back is pressed tight against his chest, hands drawing soft circles on the sensitive skin of your stomach. Outside it’s dark, stars rolling across the sky, and you fall asleep again to the warmth of him.
#my fics#fall4rudy#cod rudy#rodolfo rudy parra#rudy x reader#rudy cod#rudy parra#cod rodolfo#rodolfo x reader#rodolfo cod#rodolfo parra
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okay one more theory - eddie and buck get into an accident on the way to the wedding - which explains why everyone else is still clean, ryan’s possibly spoilery, missing shirt, and oliver’s burnt pants
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SteveTony Weekly - July 30
Hi friends!! So someone (hi @till-i-get-back-punk ) commented on last week’s bonus rec list, surprised that I’m @areiton so--as a reminder, your friendly neighborhood rec curator is indeed arei! I started the STW because I love reading and was running out of fic recs and occasionally that’s still true---so always feel free to send me new things to read via asks. I don’t do requested rec lists often, mostly because I’m crazy busy, but I’ve been thinking of a series of mini-lists for the holiday season--more on that later.
Now on to this week’s list--as always, remember to share the love--comment/kudo if you’re enjoying the fic!
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poor flesh and fluttering hearts by deathsweetqueen
Steve blushes so adorably when Tony walks into the kitchen, staring down at the plate of pancakes that he made for himself and the rest of the team.
His brown wings, the colour of burnt umber, shake out before folding around his broad form.
For a moment, Tony is confused and then, he looks down at himself, noticing the way he strode into the kitchen in just a pair of silk boxers, arc reactor and shiny red scars on vivid display.
He shifts uneasily on his feet and immediately hates himself for the action.
Why should he feel so awkward, so self-conscious just because perfect fucking Captain America finds him an absolute mess of a person?
The Way of Things by Sineala
The Avengers have been around a long time, and they have a lot of traditions. But when Steve finds out that the team has a tradition he's never been informed of, he learns that there's something Tony hasn't been telling him, either.
Fixer-Upper by imafriendlydalek
Tony leads the way up the steps to the house, and as the door swings open with a long creaking sound - note to self: oil door hinges - Steve’s eyes widen. He steps inside, turns slowly on his own axis as he looks around.
“Tony, this place, it’s…” There’s a sense of wonder in his voice. Tony smiles inwardly. It is just the kind of thing Steve would like. Steve, who has a keen appreciation for fine aesthetics, who has a healthy - okay, sometimes more than healthy - sense of history and an acute desire to preserve things he deems worthy.
“This place is a dump.”
Well, so much for that, then. Tony shifts his weight to one leg as he takes an appraising look. “It’s a bit of a fixer-upper, yeah, I’ll give you that, but it’s not past saving. Just needs some TLC.”
Steve uncrosses his arms and shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Well listen, you ever want an extra set of hands with some of the work, just give me a call.”
Big Boy Toys by extantecstasy
Steve finally gets fed up with Tony’s juvenile pranks. When Tony models for a sex toy, Steve seizes the opportunity. Or, it seizes him.
Glitch by iam93percentstardust
And I'm not even sorry, nights are so starry
Blood moonlit
It must be counterfeit
I think there's been a glitch, oh, yeah
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“Ms. Potts, my name is Steve Rogers, and I’m Justin Hammer’s roommate," Steve says.
“Oh, what does that asshole want now?” she asks.
“I don’t think he wants anything—except to make a quick buck and ruin Mr. Stark’s reputation.”
Trust Fall by Sineala
Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.
Tony Stark vs. the Heteronormative Agenda by sweatervest
Nat leans her hip against the table and folds her arms. “Short of making out in public, I don’t think anyone will make the jump to ‘they’re dating.’”
Steve glances at her and then over at Tony.
Nat follows Steve’s gaze. “You did make out in public.”
“Steve never got his Time’s Square victory kiss,” Tony protests.
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Or, five times the general public was determined to believe Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were just close friends, and the time Tony made sure they knew otherwise.
through thick and thin by earliebirb
“We should break up,” Tony declares, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their bedroom. The colorful twinkle of lights of the New York City nightlife is truly a mesmerizing view.
“Why?”
“I don’t love you anymore.”
Steve scoffs, utterly unfazed.
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by ceealaina
Steve’s going to ask Tony out for New Year’s Eve. Really. He absolutely means it this time. He just... has to work up the nerve.
The Emperor's New Clothes by Captain_Panda
No, Tony wasn't "flirting with him."
Tony was trying to drive him crazy. Steve Rogers would not stand for it.
Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething
"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."
The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge
Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.
It Started with Two Men by Missy_dee811 for tarialdarion
Steve remembers and confronts Tony but there's more to Tony's confession than Steve had ever thought possible:
“Tony, I –”
Tony cut him off with the wave of a hand. “Why can’t you understand that everything I do, I do for you?” He was sobbing now into his hands, covered in blood. It was jarring to see Tony like this. Steve didn’t know how to respond. This didn’t go as planned, he thought to himself. He hadn’t expected a heartfelt confession. In truth, he had expected more lies, more deceit. He felt like the world’s greatest asshole for using his best friend as a punching bag.
Make It Clap by shetlandowl
Steve is a sophomore at BU and Tony is finishing his graduate degree at MIT when they begin their relationship. This story is told as 31 snapshots from their first two years together. The story is told in sequential order, though not always in sequence (i.e., some chapters capture events only hours apart, while some chapters are from events weeks or months apart).
Ice Ice Baby (The Hockey Fic) by youcancallmearrow
Tony Stark is a star center, sidelined by a slip in sobriety. Steve Rogers is a goalie, suspended for a punch thrown off the ice.
When the two meet, they're trying to get their lives back on track, both off and on the ice. It turns out, the saying is true: A burden shared is a burdened halved. At least until Howard Stark gets involved.
(A get together fic full of fluff, supportive friends, dad Rhodey, and hockey! But if you know nothing about hockey, you'll be fine, because neither does the author.)
Tonight we're gonna make it all come true by gottalovev
Steve Rogers is one of the best players in college football and is ready to prove it. The road towards becoming a professional football player? Is totally crazy. Falling in love with Tony Stark, the young quarterback from Stanford, may be even more life changing.
i don't have a choice (but i'd still choose you). by frostfall
There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—
Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.
Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.
Anthony Edward Stark.
(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)
#stevetony weekly#stevetony fic#stevetony fic recs#rec list#fic recs#fic rec list#stevetony#stony fic#stony fic recs#stony#steve rogers#tony stark#iron man#captain america
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I guess I overthink the pattern of the use of different colors with Buck now and I NEED to talk about the use of the orange range of the color wheel in his wardrobe.
Because like, it's the therapy color, is the color he's wearing when we find out he's seeing Dr. Copeland (on 4x02). (Go back to therapy Buck)
But looking for all the colors he wears, I noticed he's wearing a darker shade of it when he first talks to Mackey which is the thing that starts the lawsuit which is interesting when you look at the way Buck's loneliness makes him do stupid shit and yes, the lawsuit happens before the therapy, but the therapy session is literally where he talks about hiding "his true feelings" so the use of the same color he's wearing here is interesting (on 3x04)
Because he turns loneliness into resentment leading to the whole mess with the lawsuit and it all starts in fucking burnt orange. And it's also the color he's wearing in the situation that ends the lawsuit mess, so nice little full-circle moment where he thinks he's not enough without the uniform but saves 2 people without it (on 3x06).
But what are other moments baby boy is in this color?
When he's at madney's apartment stress baby proofing it before he tells Maddie about the therapy but is also very vague about why he needs therapy. And also when he tells Maddie about how she called him sad and lonely and how he's fine but just wants to be "finer" which, you know, doesn't really feel like he's being completely honest. (on 4x03)
Also when he finds out about Daniel and we all know he represses the shit out of that information. And the thing about the scene where he finds out about him is that he's making light of what Maddie's baby box means to him then he gets hit in the face with a 30-year-long lie and he just walks away (on 4x04 and 4x05).
Also when he's lying to Chim about not knowing about why Maddie left. A lighter more yellow shade, but still in the same range.
And outside the family drama, we have the first time we see him and Taylor in what could be interpreted as a date. They're grabbing lunch, no hookups in the bathroom or leaving him with his pants down in a parking lot, just them talking, hanging out. Buck is talking around his point because he needs something from Taylor, I wouldn't say he's hiding true feelings here unless we want to discuss how soon after we see them reconnect, Buck decided he wanted more with her and the hiding thing is him saying she's just a friend, but it's a possibility (on 4x11)
But it is interesting when you pair that with the fact that he was also wearing that color on his first date with Natalia because if we want to talk about Buck hiding his true feelings, that boy being all bashful about his death is definitely high up on the list (on 6x15).
And the second date too, where he's all this is the real Evan Buckley but we can hear the narrator's voice going "this was not the real Evan Buckley" (rip math powers :/) (on 6x17)
He's also wearing it after the blackout when he lets Eddie walk away after he pretty much told him to break up with Ana and Eddie tells him he's doing it and when we see him alone in the loft after (on 5x03).
This particular interpretation of this particular chain of events can absolutely be called a stretch, but, how excited Buck looks asking Eddie if Chris already knows he's going home and the way he walks into the loft looking defeated and the way he says "hey honey I'm home" to the ceiling can absolutely be seen as "this is not the home I want to be in" considering the way Buck is bad with being alone, he just spent 5 days at the station with most of the people he loves and the first thing he does when he notices Eddie in the locker room is to ask about Chris, maybe he was waiting for an invitation from Eddie? Feels plausible to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He's also wearing it when Taylor kisses him and consequentially when he goes to see Eddie after he wakes up. Because when he's talking to Taylor he's making light of the way he went up that crane and when he's talking to Eddie he's severely downplaying how affected he is about the situation so Eddie won't worry about him (all of the below are on 4x14).
And there's the major I'm hiding how I'm truly feeling moment that he's wearing this color, because he's wearing it during the will reveal.
Because let's be real, Buck is not saying anything about how he's really feeling in this scene, Eddie completely shifts his worldview in 5 minutes but he doesn't say it. He just accepts it.
And that leading to him standing by the door, not going in, watching Eddie and Christopher? Come on.
(Side note, he's wearing this burnt orange/ochre color in every major conversation he has in this episode, except for when he's talking to Carla about how it's all affecting Chris, where he's wearing grey, and when Taylor comes back and they get together, where he's wearing black, so neutral colors in a sense, there's also the uniform but the uniform doesn't count, I think the uniform counts as neutral, except for when he's telling Christopher about what happened when he's wearing red and honestly, I think it's the only bit of the episode that he's being honest about how he feels about the situation which is interesting with the use of color with him)
I'm gonna tell you it's also the color of the couch his mother picked for no reason really I just noticed and felt like sharing lol
I can't think of any other uses of this color so I think this is all for now.
#911#911 meta#buck#i feel crazy skoaoskaoksas#i guess i do clothing metas now oskaoskaoskoas#but the use of color with him is fascinating oaksoaksas#ill be back once i figure out more crazy shit to say oskaoskaoskaoskas
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lavender haze - aemond targaryen
aemond targaryen's lover was known as the green witch of pentos, he knew from the moment he saw her that she'd be a hard conquer. in which he realizes that not all women want to be wives. *smut
(warning: edging, oral, female dom, magic sex)
His eyes always held rivers inside of them, but she was ocean. How could a mere river understand the depths of her sincerity? He was a child, a stupid kid who needed a mother instead of a lover. Therefore, you paid him no mind, even when he keeps visiting your lonely stall. He a regular customer, and he always made sure to buy something.
"Back again, my prince?" her sweet voice brought a smile to his face as he continued touching the different teas that she sold. "Of course, did you miss me?" he teased, hoping to gain a small reaction from her.
She gently leans on the doorframe, the same coy smile playing on her mouth. He was an adorable little thing. "Why wouldn't I?" she teased back as he continued pacing around the store.
Honestly, he already knew it like the back of his own hand — but he didn't want to leave so soon. He wanted to gaze upon your delicate figure longer. "I suppose that you're right, a man like me is definitely renowned around the realm for his handsome looks." he joked and she chuckles, her voice bringing shivers up his spine.
Aemond couldn't understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't a great beauty — nothing like those whores from Volantis, and yet her charms have seemed to trap him. "You flatter yourself too much, my little prince." she responded as his heart skips a beat.
Her little prince.
Such fine melody it sounds like.
He reaches towards the shelf, loudly grabbing an herb from the upper corner. To his surprise however, she was already standing behind him — and he could feel her warm breath on his pale ears. "Do you need help with anything?" she questioned seductively, like a temptress and he willingly resigned to her.
Her hands trail up his, landing atop his hand that was still grasping the herb. If this was heaven — then he'd stay here forever. He breaths slowly, trying to act like he was calm. He mentally curses, realizing that there was a bulge in between his pants.
She looks down and chuckles darkly. "My, my." she whispered as the shop suddenly grows dim and the curtains began to drop down, shielding them from the passersby. Aemond didn't care — he didn't give a fuck that something supernatural was happening.
He only wanted to breathe the nectar of life. And he wanted to take it, straight from the source. "I see how you stare at me," she admits with confidence as she throws the herb on the ground, finding it useless. "You want me," she asserted, while placing his hands on her breast.
It was as warm as he imagined. She pushes him on the wooden shelf, carefully placing her legs in between his. He bites back a moan, his hands continue rubbing circles along her clothed breast. Her dress was almost sheer, and she wasn't wearing any underclothes.
"Do you lust for me," she questioned as his hips bucked her way. She laughs before allowing her hand to trace down his thighs, teasing him and mocking him. "Yes." he replied with fervor as his lips found her perfumed neck. Her eyes darkened, imagining the different things she'd do to him.
"What will your mother think of you?" she chuckled as he ravished her clothed body. He's never lusted this badly over someone — he's never burnt this way before. She takes his hand once more, guiding the rough limb up her skirt and on her vagina. "What will she think of her dear son when I fuck him dry." she mumbled while her hands roughly pulled on his hair. Forcing him to stare at her face.
His eyes were wanton, and the bulge in between his pants only grew bigger. He wanted her. He needed her.
His eyes watch as she kneels down, her eyes staring up at him like a trained fox. This woman has enchanted him, and he will never be free from her power. He groans loudly, trying to unbutton his tunic.
She slaps his hands away, deciding to unbutton his pants herself. "Be patient, my prince." she breathed out while he leans on the wood. Anticipation building up inside of him.
She pressed a kiss on his thighs, her hands cupping his large cock. He involuntarily spreads his legs, and his eyes closed from the sudden stimulation. She hits his legs hard, earning his attention. "Look at me when I fuck you, boy." she commanded darkly and he found himself listening.
He tried his best to open his eyes, writhing as she gently teased him. She began to undo his pants, he moaned once more as it sprung to life. She wrapped both of her hands on it, licking along its length and chuckling as he tries to buck and create more friction.
He will not cum without her permission. She made sure of it.
She places her lips on its tip, trying to tease him and earn a reaction. He closes his eyes, and she pulls on his hand. "I told you to look at me," she scolded and he moaned loudly, feeling her hand rub along his member.
He couldn't understand why he was feeling this. Why his arousal felt better than touching himself.
She goes down once more, his eyes watching in delight as his member disappeared from his view. "Ahh," he moaned loudly — he could almost swear that everyone in Kingslanding was able to hear him.
She swirls her tongue inside of him, smiling as his breathing became labored. He placed a hand on her head, pushing her deeper and moaning as she gagged on his length. He was big. More than she was used to.
She rubbed her thighs together, trying to create pleasure for herself. She moans loudly, sending vibrations up his penis. "Fuck," he cursed as he tried not to close his eye.
This woman was something else.
She bobbed her head, allowing her saliva to become lubrication and speed up her thrusts. "Y/N." he moaned her name for the first time, as she places a hand on his thighs.
Her beautiful prince. Reduced to a moaning whore.
Then, she went deeper — sucking on his dick like it was some kind of fruit. His eyes rolled back, feeling his edge creep closer. "Cum for me, riñītsos. (little boy)" she commanded as his hips bucked in pleasure, feeling his seed seep down her throat and coating her face white.
He leans back, almost falling if it weren't for the wood keeping him still. She wipes her face with her forearm, standing up and silently zipping his pants. His hands reached for her, rubbing circles and staring in her eyes. "Marry me," he proposed, as his eyes held nothing but sincerity.
She looks away. And takes a deep breath.
"No." she responded plainly, as if she'd done this a thousand times. "Please," he pleaded and she only places a kiss on his forehead. "No." she repeated.
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Truth or dare part 2
Part 8 of series
Unprotected sex, underage drinking 17+
"Well granted the fact I can't do this at Lydia's, I thought I could get my fill in the car... as long as you're ok with that.
"I'm down handsome. " You said smiling
Stiles pulled into à empty parking lot. He put the Jeep in park, he turned and kissed you. He broke the kiss and got into the back seat. You followed by getting on his lap. His hand slipped into your pants, running his middle finger over your clothed clit, Causing you to moan. He pulled your panties to the side and ran his finger through your folds.
"Mmm, baby you're so wet and I haven't even started yet." Stiles growled in your ear
His touch maked you whimper, you craved his touch. With each part of your body he touched made it feel like it was on fire. Stile lays you on the seats, and removed your pants and panties, and pulled down his pants and boxers.
He had trouble trying to get between your legs as there wasn't a lot of room in the back seat.
"Why do they make sex in cars look some much easier in the movies." Stiles huffed
You made him sit down as you hovered over his lap, taking his hard cock and guiding it into your pussy as you slowly sunk down on him, both of you let out moans of pleasure. Stiles placed his hands on your hips helping guide you back and forth, every once and a while he would jerk his hips up, making you yelp.
"Mm fuck.. baby you're so tight...FUCK." Stiles growled out
RINGG
"FUCK!"You yell grabbing your phone " It's Scott what should I do?"You ask as Stiles keeps fucking you
"Answer it just be quite baby."Stiles says as he jerks his hips up again hitting you g-spot
You answered your phone "Hey, where are you guys?" Scott asks
"Th-the jeep broke down we're trying to..Fuck fix it." You sat trying not to moan
"OK are you ok?" Scott says with concern
"Yeah just burnt myself, bye love you see you soon." You say hang the phone up and tossing it up front
Stile moves you faster, as he bucks his hips up. Moans erupting from both of you, the bliss you were experiencing brought tears to your eyes, Stiles kisses your neck and then your lips quieting your moans.
"Aww baby I'm being so gentle why are you crying." Stiles says, He kisses you gently as you tighten around him.
"Fuck, Stiles im.. going to cum." You say as you Barry your face in the crook of his neck.
Stiles picks up his pace even more causing you to scream as you came. He kept a gentle pace as he came.
"Fuck, princess I forgot to wear a condom. I'm sorry." Stiles says panting
"It's ok, I'm on the pill and I'll get plan B tomorrow, I promise." You say slowly getting up and putting you panties and pants back on
Stiles pulls his pants back on as he gets back into the driver's seat and starts the jeep back up. You slide into the passenger seat and put your seatbelt on. Stiles starts to drive to Lydia’s.
"I can drive you to the pharmacy tomorrow and go in with you if you'd like." Stiles says gently rubbing your thigh.
You shook your head yes. About twenty minutes later Stiles pulls into Lydia’s driveway. You get put grabbing tye whiskey, you and stiles walk up to Lydia’s door and knock, she opens the door laughing faint music playing behind her. She moved aside to let you both in, you walk in to see Scott and Allison who is already drunk. On the coffee table there was a bucket of wine coolers, you place the whiskey on the table and you grabbed a wine cooler. An hour later and about six wine coolers, you were officially drunk.
"GUYS, we should sit in a circle and play truth or dare." Lydia blurts out
"OK, every one get in a circle, Lydia rember they're siblings nothing weird." Stiles says pointing at you and Scott
"Duhh, I'm not dumb stiles." Lydia exclaimed sitting down
"OK truth or dare scott." Lydia says
"Dare." Scott says confidently
"I dare you to tell us your deepest darkest secret." Lydia says
"I one stole a candy bar." Scott says laughing
"Truth or dare Stiles." Scott asks
"Truth," Stiles says nervously
"Is it true you suck at lacrosse." Scott says
"OK one you suck, two I'm getting better." Stiles says flipping off Scott
"Y/n truth or dare." Stiles says looking at you
"I'm Not a whimp so dare." You say
"Kiss Allison." Stiles says
"Are you ok with that Allison?" You say looking at her
"Fuck yeah come her girl." She says pulling you to her and planting a kiss on your lips.
Scott looks at Stiles in shock that he would dare you to do something like that. After about six more rounds of truth or dare, everyone started to get tired and wanting to leave, you and stiles say your good byes before you head out to the jeep for him to drive you home. You get In the jeep and wait for Stiles, he finally gets in the jeep and starts it, and he takes off. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, Before Stiles spoke up.
"I had fun did you?" Stiles ask
"Mhm."You say
Stiles places his hand on your thigh, you reached for the radio and turned it on. Maps by maroon 5 was playing, you slowly swayed your head to the song.
"Do you want pizza?" Stiles ask
"Sure."You say looking at him
Stiles pull into pizza Palace and puts the jeep in park. He gets out and walks to your side and opens the door.
"M'lady" Stiles says slightly bowing
You laugh and get out grabbing his hand and walking into the small Diner, and finding a booth and sitting down.
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With every image of that 100 episode thing I see, the more questions I have. Like why r eddie’s n buck’s suits so dirty?! N is one of bucks pant legs BURNT?!?! Like what is HAPPENING with them????
Somebody put a bomb in the wedding cake…..
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-uh uh uhhhhhhhuhghhhhbbbnz. Z...
Daryl was in the kitchen,the teal counters were a mess with flour and chocolate chips. He never was exactly a clean chef but it didn't mean what he made tasted bad,quite the opposite really.
"Whadya making there?" The smaller man leaned over the counter and grinned.
"Hm?Oh just some cookies for you Orly" He pulled out the hot tray and sat it down on the counter.
"Its gonna take a bit,so don't try to touch em or you'll get burnt,again"
"Hey they smelled too good last time and something came over me!" He giggled and smiled at Daryl.
Daryl pulled him in and kissed him on the lips,between kisses Orlando couldn't help but giggle.
"Yknowwwww..since these cookies are gonna take some time to cool,we could get a bit rowdy,whadya say?"
Daryl put his hands on Orlando's hips,it was a definite yes. Orlando gripped Daryls buldge that was hard in his military jeans,rubbing his hand up and down it. He grunted and his grip tightened on Orlando.
"Why dontcha help me get undressed big guy?I got a lil' surprise under these clothes."
Daryl practically ripped open Orlando's shirt,exposing a lace piece of lingerie,it was a beautiful maroon color and it drove him wild. He bit his lip and took off Orlando's panties and nylons off,he realized how wet the poor guy was.
"Holy hell man you are soaked" he cupped his hand over Orlando's cunt and slipped a finger into him,he was warm inside and incredibly wet.
He gripped daryls shoulders before reaching his hands down into Daryls pants,stroking his length up and down,precum lubricating Orlando's hand and making him able to go harder.
Daryl stopped fingering Orlando and lifted him right above his groin,spreading his legs apart.
"Ah shit I forgot,I need to out a condom on." He looked embarrassed, but really Orlando found it hot. He pulled a large packet from his pocket,almost all military men kept condoms on themselves.
"Oh one more thing before you go shovin' that into me." Orlando got on his knees and took Daryls cock into his mouth,taking it all the way in. He grabbed onto both sides of Orlando's face,thrusting into him,but he stopped once he was on the brink of cumming.
Daryl ripped open the packet and put the condom on his manhood.
"Ready?" He looked at Orlando for consent again,he nodded.
Daryl lifted him up once again and spread him open,Orlando gripped his shoulders. He grabbed his length and lined it up with Orlando's entrance,teasing him with putting it in.
"Please I need you,don't tease me like that"
"Are you sure you don't want me to be slow?" He said in a teasing manner.
Orlando slowly lowered himself onto him,squirming to fit the whole thing into him. Both of their hips met eachother,he had taken the whole thing in.
"Are you alright?"
"I..need a second to loosen up" He reached his hand down and played with his clit,it just turned Daryl on more to see him play with himself.
"Ok,phew. I think I'm ready for you to move."
He grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him gently,humming a song inside his head to keep a good rhythm that'd feel good for the two of them.
"Jesus christ you feel absolutely amazing." He knew that it wouldn't be much longer till he came, at this rate ot looked the same for Orlando.
"Please touch me..please "
He shifted his position to be able to rub off Orlando,he slumped forward on Daryl,muttering gibberish and moans into his ear. He gripped his shoulders,tensed and bucked his hips on Daryl one last time before cumming.
Daryl pulled him close to him and kissed his head,pulling out of him and massing his hips.
He whispered into his ear, "so..about the cookies. Think they're too hot still?" He chuckled
"Its been a hour I don't even think they're warm..."
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After an amazing session with my 🌹, this little scenario popped in my head…
Let’s talk about how bakukiri are away on a mission and their poor chunky gf has been deprived of dick for too long, so she decides to buy a rose.
She completely gets hooked on it (just like me🙈) and continues to use it even when her big….strong….thick dicked pro hero hubbys come home
I wonder if they’ll get jealous over the toy or will they add it in on the bedroom fun
(make sure your eating, and staying hydrated bby….luv you)
Thank you bby and I send you all my love and kithes ❤
WARNING (18+) NSFW Content| Minors DNI
Degrading
Impact Play
Spitting
Aged Up/ Pro Hero Characters
Now, allow me to paint a picture.
Kacchan and Kiri have been gone for a whole week, shitty extras and unmanly villains. They were completely burnt out and stress. All they wanted was to get to their shared home and bury themselves inside of their chubby little princess.
Kacchan couldn't wait to dive between your thick thighs, lapping at your soaked pussy while his fingers dig into the soft flesh. The thought had him so worked up that Kiri had to suck him off in the car.
Kiri didn't mind though. He was excited too. Words couldn't describe how much he missed you, or the cute little dumb expression you'd make when he was slamming his cock into your slutty brown cunt.
They couldn't wait to see you! It must've been so hard for you to go so long without your daddies; they knew how much their slutty girl loved to cum, so you must've been miserable.
Or so they thought.
Imagine their surprise when they walked into the bedroom and saw you with four fingers in your cunt and the rosebud on your clit, hips thrashing against the bed and head rolled back against the pillow as you came.
"Ehh?" Katsuki's bag dropped on the floor with a loud thud. "So this is why you didn't hear us calling? Too busy stuffing that sloppy pussy like a whore."
Your eyes fluttered open, traveling towards the angry red pairs that were locked onto your sopping cunt, watching as the slick poured down your thighs.
"d-Daddies?" you panted, trying to catch your breath. They weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow. "i- What are you doing here?"
Kirishima clicked his tongue and settled on the edge of the bed. "We live here, baby. Did you forget that?" His large hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you towards him. "Forget that this is our house? That is our pussy?" His hand slammed down on your sensitive cunt and your hips bucked forward.
"Eijiro!" you whined, trying to squirm away. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? Chunky little bitch." Katsuki spat, yanking your arms above your head and slapping your tits. He loved the everything jiggled when he hit you, it had him throbbing in his jeans.
"I'm s-sorry. I n-needed to cum. Missed you so much" you whined.
"Aww. You hear that, Kat? Our poor baby needed to cum." The feigned empathy in his expression was overshadowed by another harsh smack delivered straight to your clit. "Stupid whore" Katsuki growled, pinching and tugging both nipples until they were hot and throbbing. "You didn't need to do anything but sit your pretty ass home and wait for us, but you wanted to be a fucking slut."
"Katsuki- please!"
"Don't worry, baby." Kirishima cooed, "We'll give you exactly you wanted."
Now, you were spread wide on the bed with your feet nearly touching the headboard while Kirishima and Katsuki fucked into your swollen cunt. The stretch was insane and they were relentless, ramming into you so hard that the pictures fell off the wall. Katsuki pulled at your nipples while Kirishima pinched your clit , both you using enough force to maintain that perfect balance of pleasure and pain.
You were sobbing. Tears and snot running down your face while your mouth hung open. Kirishima took this opportunity to lean forward and spit in your mouth. Katsuki gave you a sharp smack on your cheek, making sure you swallowed it.
You came so many times but they didn't care. Just kept fucking you until they were satisfied. By the end of the night you were ruined. Completely fucked out with cum oozing from all of your holes.
What lesson did we learn today, kiddos?
Don't touch other people's belongings.
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Headcanon idea! Reader and Bucky getting ready in the morning. I feel like our soft boi would get all distracted just from watching you get dressed and put on makeup lol :)
morning bucky headcanon
sometimes you forget your boyfriend is from the 40s
then this fucker does shit like waking up at the crack of dawn and you very quickly remember
"rise and shine beautiful :)" / "what time is it?!?" / "7 a.m." / "what the fuck" / "i thought i'd let you sleep in :)" / "that's not sleeping in, buck" / ":("
okay, so adjusting to your sleep schedule was a little hard for him, but he eventually came around
you insisted he could wake up earlier and you'd join him, but he really liked getting ready with you so that was a no-go
he was still up a little earlier than you, though
he fucking loves that confused look you have on your face when you first wake up, eyes fluttering against the sunlight
then a soft smile spreading on your lips when you look up and see bucky
he can feel his stomach do backflips in his abdomen every time. he gets to wake up next to you every morning and he couldn't be more content
he'd always brush his teeth as you picked your outfit out for the day
"i can't pick, which one should i wear?" / *incoherent gargling noises* / "yes, of course, why didn't i think of that?"
he gets discracted. so. easily. by you
":0" / "you're staring with your mouth open again." / ":]" / "you don't even have your pants on." / "why are you staring?"
bucky really only has to worry about clothes in the morning, so sometimes he just goes ahead and makes breakfast while you finish
bucky can only cook one thing and that is scrambled eggs with toast, but damnit if he doesn't do his best
"i tried to make pancakes this morning." / "that sounds delicious, buck." / "it didn't go as planned." / "bucky?" / "yes, doll?" / "is that the smoke detector going off?" / "yeah :,)"
if you insist on making it that day, though, he sits and reads a book while you finish
by read i mean steal glances in your direction as you got ready in the morning, putting on your makeup or doing your hair
he is absolutely enamored with your morning ritual, studying the way you work
he happily assists in any help you need getting ready, from clasping necklaces to zipping up tricky dresses, he's there for it
"hey, buck, can you-" / "yes." / "i didn't even finish what i was saying." / "the answer is still yes."
this dork is also a hummer in the morning
walking around the kitchen? he's humming a soft song
you both are reading a books together? humming lowly to himself
as long as he's near you, this man always has a song in his heart
"you're very pretty" / "thank you, love" / "so pretty" / "you burnt something again, didn't you?" / "beautiful and smart" / ":)" / "but the answer is yes, i did." / "it's okay, honey :,)"
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You're Mine
Warnings- stalker/yandere tendencies, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, penetration, dubcon/noncon, squirting, breeding kink, etc
WC- ~1.7k
This is for @ultimate-astridwriting ‘s Watch It Creep collab!! (thank you for letting me participate ily)
Dabi had never been one for shopping, going out in public just to have people gawk and point at him was never very appealing. He didn’t need new clothes, there was no one he wanted to impress. Except you. When you went shopping, he couldn't help but love it.
Your constant late night trips became his favorite time of the week. Every time you get new clothes you would blast your music and try on all different outfits with the new pieces you had just bought. Dancing and singing in the mirror, feeling yourself up. Watching you strip and pull clothes snug over your curves over and over never failed to get his dick hard.
On goes a pink tank top and low rise skinny jeans. You take off your bra and brush your nipples over the shirt, looking in the mirror to see them peek through the thin fabric covering your chest. Off goes that outfit, your flawless tits on display, perked by the touch of your own hands. You bend over to pick up a dress to try on, the black thong you wear riding up your ass and giving Dabi an ideal view.
He has a chair pulled up right in front of his window, the perfect view down to your apartment, directly across and down one floor from his. The buildings in your area are packed tight, no more than 10 or 20 feet between the both of you. He takes a seat, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his jeans as he hears your music blast even louder through the thin walls and small expanse of grass that separates your buildings.
He wishes he had a teleportation quirk, that he could hold you in his arms instead of desperately attaching himself to your vulnerable moments. So innocent, you never pull your blinds closed. He often wonders how an angel like you could exist so close to him, in his neighborhood, in his world.
His cock slaps against his stomach, coming to life when he glances up, seeing you peeling off a tight dress. If only it were his hands, his everything pressed up against you, guiding you in your dance while you grind back onto him, hips rolling against his. His rough and scarred hands pump up and down his cock, spreading the minimal precum, the pain of the dry tug spurring him on.
When he glances up from his lap you're putting your pajamas back on, leaving your room to go get ready for bed. Not to worry, he has more material to get off to. His eyes search his room, looking over the various photographs of you hanging on his walls. He’s taken many over time, mostly just normal pictures of you in your apartment or around the neighborhood. But even the most average photos of you entranced him. How could they not, you were just so beautiful.
His eyes run over the photo taped to his wall on the right. He has it placed right next to his window so he can see it when you walk into a different room in the middle of your “session”. The photo depicts you licking dripping ice cream off of your glowing skin on a hot day. Your face is a mix of innocent and erotic, your arms squished together slightly, pushing your breasts up through your low cut shirt. To Dabi this photo is not only perfect because it was captured at the right moment, it’s perfect because it's you.
He tugs harder at his cock, spitting on it roughly and imagining you on your knees for him. How you would wrap your hand around it, cup his balls, swirl your tongue on the tip paying special attention to his piercings all while keeping your eyes glued on him. How he would grab a fistful of your hair and shove your nose to his hips, feeling the contractions of your gagging throat hugging him just right. He’s panting in seconds, making eye contact with the photo one more time before spilling into his hand. He gives a few more pumps, milking himself. He leans over to his desk, wiping his hand off on the matted washcloth that lies there just for this, the one that hasn't been washed in weeks.
When he stands, he sees you walk back into your room with only a small towel wrapped around your body and a face mask, relaxingly flopping onto your bed with your phone. The sight is almost enough to get him going again but he restrains himself, after all he would see you later tonight.
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Your door creaks, swinging open into your dark apartment. Dabi gets his lock picker from the door handle and shoves it in the pocket of his pants. He slips silently into your living room, he never stumbles, he knows your apartment like the back of his hand. How could he not when you're so obviously begging for him to come over? He has to listen to his baby’s needs.
Your room is down the hallway to the left, right across the bathroom and 14.6ft from your couch. Your room’s door is open, like always. He sits on the edge of your bed, the dip of his weight on the mattress making you roll slightly towards him. He reaches for your face, your skin so soft against his burnt hand. You stir slightly when he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the drool from your lip, but he knows you won't wake up, you never do.
Your blankets only cover one of your legs, you must have been too hot. But this is better for both of you because it gives Dabi a nice view of your night attire. Your legs bare, all the way up to your hips. Your unblemished skin begging to be marked by him. You always wear an oversized t-shirt, probably stolen from one of your many ex boyfriends. And only some nights do you wear panties. Dabi counts his luck as he slowly moves your sheets off of you, his breath taken away when he realizes tonight you aren't wearing any.
Your pussy glistens in the moonlight that filters in through your open window, you could never be bothered to buy curtains. Dabi can't resist the need to touch it, to touch you, to claim you. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.
His slender fingers slide through your folds, slightly pinching your clit to watch your pretty little hole twitch and clench at his touch. He slips one finger inside of you, it goes in easily with all of the slick that's gathered and begun to drip down to your thighs. You let out a small mewl when his finger curves to your g-spot, and he adds another for good measure. You never wake up though, you've always been a heavy sleeper.
But he needs you now, he wants you awake. So he kisses you gently, his mouth molding against yours with a softness he didn't know he was capable of. But soon need and lust take over. His soft kisses turn rough, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip. You begin to wake up, he's causing too much commotion for you to stay asleep.
Your eyes blink open to meet his bright blue ones, panic beginning to set in your mind. You take a deep breath, preparing to scream for help but his hand is covering your mouth in an instant before you can even open it. He leans down to whisper in your ear with a gravelly tone.
“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll make sure you can never talk again”
His hand heats up just enough for you to know he’s not bluffing. All throughout his threats, his fingers never stop thrusting into you. Your tired mind is conflicted between fear and lust, you don't know which one to give in to. Your eyes widen and you nod, choosing to comply with him.
You let out a small moan, bucking your hips back against his hand. This causes the nastiest grin to spread across his face, his evil intent sparkling in his eyes.
“You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?”
You nod feverishly, your brain not thinking straight. Dabi lets out a low groan at your eagerness, palming himself through his jeans. He begins to unzip them, undressing both himself and you until your bare skin presses against his. The piercings on his cock sting your skin, so cold against your sex.
He kisses your neck, down to your chest and across your torso. “I'm gonna make you feel so good”
He aligns his cock with you, shoving in his entire length in one go. The wind gets knocked out of you, you're breathless as he begins to fuck you at an ungodly pace, never waiting for you to adjust. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ears, kissing you sweetly as if you were in love. Tears begin to fall down your cheek but he licks them away, he knows you want him.
He fucks you harder, curling his hips into yours. The piercings lining his cock drag against your walls so nicely, the previously cold metal beginning to warm up from your shared heat.
“I bet you like that, don't you slut? Prancing around in front of your window every day for me to see. You know what you do to me. Thats why we are where we are right now; me fucking your tight hole and you taking it like the good little bitch you are.”
You moan at his words, his cock bruising your cervix so nicely. His hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles against your sensitive nub. Your entire body shakes, clear liquid squirting out of you all over him. You grip him like a vice, milking him with your orgasm. He moans loudly, spilling thick white ropes and fucking them into your womb.
“Yeah, you fucking take it, youre mine”
He slows down after a minute, pulling out only to shove his fingers back into your abused hole, keeping his cum safe inside of you.
“You better hold that, I’ll be back”
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