Fabien Frankel's crashout over how they handled Criston and calling out the writers' inconsistencies, oh you can tell he must have done a celebratory dance once his last day on set arrived. Even going as far as saying they want to derail his career š He is obviously joking around but you can tell he is also being serious š
He was good on Task so I am excited to watch his future projects that can allow him to show his full potential and for his directorial aspirations.
Here is the video clip if you want to check it out (it's worth watching): Fabien Frankel interview
John "christ, kid, slow downā" price who can hardly keep up with his younger partner in bed. He's gotten used to distracting you with his mouth or hands, you even broke his pride down enough to invest in toys after begging for a fourth round in a day. He's old and hasn't exactly prioritized his health, which means he often ends up on hid back breathing through his teeth while you ride him to your heart's content.
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Simon "another? C'mon, please love I'll be goodā" riley who even in his forties has the energy and want to bend you over every surface he can manage. Seriously, you're pretty sure his dick his permanently half-chubbed. You, the one nearly half his age, have to shove him away and whimper before he lets up to go take a cold shower. He says its all the love he has for you, you're pretty sure he's just a freak.
kinda funny how seventeen (in their own words) go out to party and drink until eight in the morning and then go to work hungover the next day but there hasn't been any huge scandals about that. like there have been so many people in the industry who have gotten canceled and even arrested for doing bad shit while partying and drinking but seventeen are like. yeah. our youngest member is a hardcore drinker and we're worried about his liver (exaggerated for content). we drank till the sun came up last night so sorry if we're a little out of it during this episode (also exaggerated for content probably) (emphasis on probably). but dont be worried we're not alcoholics we're very responsible. and then they drop the funniest content ever. like theres no record of them slipping up while drunk and the closest thing they got to a controversy around the whole thing was back in 2020 when mingyu was accused of going to a gay bar (im crine) anyways seventeen never change plz
Summary: Tony's soundproof tech protects people's ears, not their eyes.
Warnings: some smut, poorly written story, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pet names (Sweetheart, baby), proofread but i'm not good at that
Word count:Ā 455 (flash-fic)
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
[A/N] Just a slight idea I wrote. I started off on a roll but it quickly fizzled. I wanted to post something though so I might extend it later when inspiration strikes again.
Bucky was good in bed. Everyone in the tower knew that by now because you werenāt exactly quiet. How could you be though? You had never been fucked this good in your life. Youāve truly been missing out. Youāre making up for lost time with all those exes of yours and climbing on Bucky every chance you get. It got so bad that Tony actually soundproofed both of your rooms.
Of course, sometimes you didnāt make it to either of your rooms which caused you to be temporarily banned from that area āuntil further noticeā
Bucky actually preferred to have you in one of your rooms, cause then he could see if he could make you scream any louder. One of these days he is actually going to split you in two. At least thatās how it felt.
Today was no different. Bucky had you faced down on the mattress, relentlessly pounding into you. His fingertips gripping your hips so hard they were surely going to leave permanent dents.
You were boneless. Sprawled over the mattress, your ass only now slightly in the air since your knees gave out. You were gone. As far as you were concerned right now, you were in space due to how many stars you were seeing. All you could do was moan and scream and let out the occasional heavy breath.
The soundproof system Tony built worked for the ears of the people on the outside. But there was a slight flaw. Some people just donāt think before entering.
You were too lost in pleasure to even process what was happening other than the feeling of Buckyās thick, long cock buried deep between your thighs but you felt him slow down.
"OH MY GOD!" the intruder yelled.
āCan I help you?ā you heard Buckyās deep voice say with a tinge of irritation laced in it. You felt a cool piece of fabric get draped over your sweaty bare skin and a hand placed gently on your lower back to keep it from moving.
āCan you lock the door?ā you heard the other person say but you still couldnāt tell who.
āThe door was locked!ā
āBucky,ā you whined, moving your hips against him.
āI know, sweetheart, Iām here,ā he whispered, his other hand reaching to gently stroke your hair. His head snaps to the intruder, āGet out, Wilson!ā
āYou two need to calm down,ā he said before rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.
āNowā he started as he removed the sheet. He flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you, āWhere were we?ā
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. Bucky let out a deep chuckle at your neediness.
āDonāt worry, baby. You know Iāll take care of you,ā
in which jack abbot accidentally fucks huckleberry's twin sister
smut, age gap (reader is mid 20's - jack is late 40's plus), slight daddy kink (though daddy is never used) lets assume she's on birth control
he's got you up against the wall, pulling moan after moan from your lips. deliciously sinful sounds, but somehow sweet at the same time.
sinful and sweet, just like your dress. he doesn't reach for the zipper yet with his steady fingers, wants to take you in like this.
he's desperate to touch the bottom of your skirts, to feel the skin uncovered there. to feel the tops of your thighs. but he's too busy cradling your head. last thing he wants is for you to hurt yourself.
a whimper leaves your lips and he pulls away. jack's thumbs brush over your cheekbones as he looks in your eye. "you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
you go to nod, but he's still holding your head, strong hands with a firm hold on you. it tells you all you need to know in this moment.
a nod isn't enough. if you want to feel good, you'll have to use your words. "i'm okay," you tell him and he starts kissing you again. you shut your eyes and tip your head back. if it wasn't for his hands holding you, you would've smacked your head something good.
he mutters a good girl and eases one of his hands away from the back of your head. he traces his hand down your body, down the corset portion of your dress to the lace trim that's just a little bit longer than the skirt beneath it.
finally, finally, his fingers graze over your skin. warm, rough and steady. a man who has seen so much, and you want to know all about it. you want to know. his past, his future, his wants and dreams. him.
all of him.
his stubble grazes your cheeks. it's a burn that has you moaning against him. your hands are on his shoulders, manicured nails digging into him. he didn't get a good look at the colour in the bar robby and whitaker took him to (celebrating their engagement or something, he'd forgotten as soon as he got a good look at you). but they'll leave marks.
"fuck," he groans against your lips, a mix of lips and clashing teeth.
he drags his teeth over your bottom lip and you're ready to melt. but his hands are holding you up, steadying you, grounding you.
he pulls your leg up, hooking it over his waist. just your underwear and his trousers separate you. but you can still feel him, heavy and throbbing. you think, anyway. it's hard to think when he's got you like this.
"please," you whisper, whimper, when he starts kissing down your neck. your breathing is ragged, eyes barely open. but you're a fucking beautiful sight.
a sight jack can't get enough of. he pulls away from your neck to just look at you. utterly ruined and he's only got you against the wall. still in your dress, with one strap hanging off your shoulder. he wants to get you on his bed, skirt pushed up around your hips while he buries his face in your cunt.
"what do you need?" he asks gently, voice all low and gruff.
him. you need him. you need his hands on you, gripping your hips as he thrusts his cock into you. you need his lips on you, swallowing every noise he'll pull from you. you want the weight of his cock on you, heavy before he pushes in.
you open your mouth. it's how he's looking at you that's throwing you off, like he wants you as badly as you want him. like he's gonna do whatever he can to make you orgasm again and again and again. you want so badly to tell him all you want him to do to you, but you can't.
you can't say it, and he won't move on until you do.
his hands cradle your face sweetly. thumbs moving over your cheeks before one brushes over your lips. "we can stop," he offers.
you go to shake your head, but you can't with the way he's holding you. he raises his eyebrows at you and you know he wants your words. he wants to make sure you're doing good before he pushes things further.
what an incredible man.
"i don't want to stop," you tell him, voice sure. "i want to keep going." you remember his question from a moment ago. "i need you to fuck me."
he smiles again, not making an effort to be sexy and seductive. it's sweet and kind, and so damn reassuring. he brushes his thumb over your cheek again.
this time, when he places his thumb on your lips, you take it into your mouth. you suck the digit, eyes falling shut and a stream of moans leaving your lips. "tha's it," he whispers, free hand returning to your leg.
it's still around him and he moves his hand higher, touching your underwear. he doesn't move his hand up, just lets his fingers rest against the frilly trim around your underwear. he wants you on the bed before he pulls your underwear down your legs.
he pulls his thumb from between your lips with a pop. "good girl," he mutters again. this time, when he drops your leg, you let it fall to the floor. "you like that, huh?"
it's the only time he allows you to nod. eyes pretty and fixed on him.
finally, he leads you to the bed. "such a pretty. dress," he mumbles when you scooch back against his pillows. your knees are parted and he can finally see the colour of your underwear. white, a small, darker patch forming in the centre.
"thank you," you say, pulling your dress over your knees. but its too short and it keeps slipping back.
jack wants you to let it. let it pool around your hips while your straps fall down your shoulders. you're beginning to look like a mess and he can't get enough of it.
"can I?" he asks, his hands resting on your knees.
"yes," you say without him having to prompt you.
jack hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear. he pulls them down your legs and shoves them in his pocket. its unserious, and he fully expects you to fish them out when you eventually walk out his front door.
"holy fuck, princess," he groans. a fitting name for your pretty pink outfit.
he's between your legs in a matter of seconds. wide shoulders holding you apart as he grips your legs and kisses down the inside of your thighs. "fuck," you gasp as he nips and sucks at the skin. he's gonna leave behind marks and you can't wait to see them.
"you're fucking soaked," he says and you shiver.
his fingers finally touch you. they move over your silken folds. you moan and reach for him, tangling your fingers in his hair to keep yourself grounded.
stubble burns against your thighs. he pushes a finger into you as his lips find your clit. tongue moving in slow, precise swipes. a litany of moans leaves your lips like a mantra. he could listen over and over again.
his name slips from your lips. he wasn't sure you even remembered it when you first got to his place. but you do. Jack. its soft and desperate all at once. and he wants to give you everything. he wants to give you everything you want without you having to ask him.
he eats you out like a man starved, like you're an oasis in the desert. his finger pumps steadily. you want more more more. more until you're writhing on his sheets. you want him inside of you. his tongue, his fingers, his cock. whatever he will give you.
he bites the inside of your thigh. it's not enough to break the skin, but it has you gasping, arching your back. "gonna add another," he whispers and you nod desperately, feverishly. his middle finger, the longest of them all, prods you, stretches you. you moan, tugging at his silver curls.
if he can pull these noises from you with just two fingers, what're you gonna be like on his cock?
jack looks above the silky, sparkly material of of your skirt. a pretty young thing dressed in pink. were you even out with them, celebrating robby and whitaker's engagement? or were you some girl he picked up at the bar. god, wasn't he too old for that? for fooling around with you, with a girl he'd never seen again?
but you're moaning so prettily. gripping his curls to keep him in place. and he works you with dedication. pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm while your legs shake around him. quivering beneath his warm, rough fingers. fingers that are currently inside of you. fingers that are definitely going to make you cum.
fuck, he's got at this. he replaces his tongue with his thumb as he talks to you. words you can't hear because everything is fuzzy and blending together. you're so damn close, you can't concentrate on anything but the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, of his thump pressed against your clit.
when you come undone, its an addicting sight. jack feels you clench around him, feels you tugging on his curls like you need to hold onto something. he slows his pace, helping you ride through it. "you're doing so good," he whispered, his other thumb brushing soothing circles over your thigh.
he pulls his fingers from you. your breathing is ragged as you push yourself up on your elbows to watch him. and what a sight he is. tongue moving over his fingers, a delectably sinful groan leaving his lips. like it's the sweetest nectar he's tasted. fuck, you're exhausted but you're ready to go again.
"you're incredibly fucking hot," you manage to say between breaths. it's the most you've said since he had you against the wall, his mouth on yours.
jack chuckles. "thanks, princess," he says, calling you that name again. good girl, princess. you're ready to combust. but he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. on those pretty pink heels he's sure must have been killing your feet on the walk back to his place. "let's get that dress off you."
you turn around and pull your hair over your shoulder. his fingers brush the exposed skin just below your neck. he grips the zipper and pulls it down slowly. titillating torture that's really to give your trembling body a break.
he pauses, the zipper almost at your ass. it can fall away from your body at any moment, and jack wants to let it. but it's your call, your choice. "you okay?" he asks.
"i'm okay," you say.
with your confirmation, jack pulls your zipper down the rest of the way. he lets it fall to the floor, pool at your feet. his hands find your hips as you turn to him, gripping the bottom of his shirt. your nails scratch against his stomach and he damn near moans, low and uncontrolled.
"jack," you whisper and tug at his shirt. he gets the hint, pulling it over his head. he drops it to the floor and reaches for your hips again. skin soft and warm, he wants to touch every part of you. he wants to cup your ass, trace your body until he reaches your tits.
but your fumbling with his trousers, trying to get them open. "sorry," you say, hands shaking when his fingers dance up your sides.
"i got it," he says and leans in to kiss you again. you forget his trousers for his curls, tugging them as he sits you on the edge of his bed.
your mouth is watering as he steps back and pops the button on his trousers. he undoes the zipper at a normal speed, but your mind is replaying it in slow motion. steady hands you're already addicted to, steady hands you want all over your body.
he pushes his trousers down a little way and sits beside you. he grunts, pushing them down the knee.
you gasp.
"oh," you say, taking in the prosthetic. jack raises his eyebrows at you. maybe it wasn't fair to have you bare before him before he revealed this to you.
he pauses before he takes it off. but you're biting your lip and reaching for him. pushing him down, you climb on top of him. it doesn't get much more reassuring than this. "can i ride you?" you ask him, voice all breathy.
his hands find your hips again. this time, he lets them slip down, around the swell of your ass. "because of the leg?" he asks you and you shake your head.
a pout forms on your pretty lips. lips he wants to feel around his cock, but he's more desperate to get inside of you. cock swelling, throbbing with need. and you on top of him like this just isn't fair. "i wanna show you how good i ride," you tell him.
jack can't deny you anything. he knows nothing but your name, and he's ready and willing to give you everything he can, everything you want. if you want to ride him, he'll be the last person to stop you.
but he taps your hip. "let me take my leg off first," he tells you and you nod, climbing off of his lap.
jack takes his leg off. you watch him, eyes sparkling with fascination. his chest aches with need, want for this to be more than a one time thing. to have you in his bed again. giving him time to make himself comfortable before you pounce. before you sink your claws into him.
who is he kidding? you already have.
but you are a stranger, a pretty face in passing. a friend of a colleague at the most, a girl from the bar at the least. he won't have you after tonight, so he's gonna savour every moment of it. every touch you place against his skin, every pass of your lips against him, you cunt clenching around him. he wants to remember all of it.
you gasp again when he frees himself from his underwear. big and heavy, just like you thought it would be. "can i?" you ask, getting to your knees. your hips sway as you crawl the short distance towards him.
jack watches as you wrap your hand around him. you stick your tongue out, tapping his head against it. your tongue then follows the path created by your fingers. but jack reaches forward and grips your cheek, stopping your movements. "keep going and i'm gonna bust right here," he warns.
your grin is downright sinful. you kiss his head and move back up his body, pressing kisses along his chest as you do. you bite and nibble, but you leave no marks behind. he doesn't ask you to, even if he wants to you. he'd wear them with pride, with nobody to wear them for.
you sink down onto him. "fuck," he gasps as your eyes squeeze shut. he's so big and you're so wet but you're still struggling to take him all. you're gasping, trying to sink down onto him.
but he's shushing you, holding you, telling you how good you're doing. "nearly there, princess," he says with all the love and kindness in his voice. you don't even have daddy issues, what's wrong with you?
"tha's it, atta girl," he says and your brain is mush. utter mush. his words. his cock. his hands on you. it's everything you want. it pulls a moan from your lips.
"tha's it," he says again and leans up. his arms wrap around your back and he kisses you, distracting you from the burn. you could cry from just how big he is, but you don't. you do all you can to control your breathing in front of him.
he's got you. that's what his hold on your tells you. his kiss is addicting and grounding. you hold his shoulders as you sink down fully. your breath hitches, but it's such a satisfyingly full feeling. him. stretching you, filling you.
"jack," you whisper again, pulling away from his lips to press your forehead to his freckled shoulder. it's thick with muscle, but you can't concentrate on that right now. your eyes are shut, your breathing out of control.
"you're okay," he says and brushes your hair away from your face. "you're okay, honey," he whispers and cradles you close. it's just what you need while he's inside of you, filling you so fucking good. "move whenever you're ready."
and you do. you give an experimental bounce and jack groans. fuck, you're squeezing him so damn tight. he wants to throw his head back, wants to get lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of you. but you need him. you need him to hold you, to keep you safe while you ride his cock.
"fuck," he grunts when you do it again. and again. you're not even moving that much, as much as you can manage in your current state. but it's enough to make jack feel like he's gonna bust, like he's gonna spill inside of you.
fuck, his cock was made for you.
you were already sensitive when you were sinking down onto him. legs quivering as you bounce on him. you sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and jack hisses. fuck, it hurts. but it feels so damn good all at once.
you're already exhausted. but, by the way this older man is looking at you, so kind and caring and like you're the sexiest thing alive is stirring something feral inside of you. you want to sink your teeth into his flesh and shake like a rabid dog.
its the way your riding him, so damn desperately. you're making such desperate noises and they're going straight to jack's head. you're going straight to jack's head. "fuck, baby," he grunts. you've got some magical stranglehold on him, making him spill this quickly.
your noises are desperate and strangled, cut off every time you sink back down. you're hardly holding yourself up with his help, his strong arms and big biceps around you.
you shake as you finish. a cry leaves your lips, nails digging into him. your legs spasm, your movements halting.
"so fucking good," he groans, still moving you. just little moments. but your clenching around him, body limp against his as you whine.
jack finally finishes. he still you, his chest heaving. he looks at you, takes in your sweaty body against his. you weakly lift your head to look in his eyes.
"you're incredibly fucking hot," you whisper, your voice weak.
jack kisses your head. you feel so safe and warm in his hold. so at home. "do you wanna stay for the night?" he offers, voice like honey. you nodded your head, blinking slowly.
he gives you a moment to gather yourself before you go clean up. this older man is so damn sweet. he gives you two fantastic orgasms and let's you stay the night.
when you stand up, jack points you towards the bathroom. he watches you go, eyes fixed on your frame. jesus, for a second he thinks he can see himself running down your leg. but he's sure he's imagining it.
jack has one hand under his pillow when you step out of the bathroom. you pull your hair up, use the hair tie around your wrist to secure it in a neat little bun.
you're gorgeous. but you're only his for a night.
"thanks four letting me stay," you say and crawl into the bed beside him. a little awkward and unsure, until he pulls you into his firm chest. you lay your hand over his pec and look up at him.
"not a problem, princess," he says and chuckles to himself.
Princess. you like that. you kiss his collarbone and close your eyes.
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"morning, princess."
your eyes are bleary. you blink and sit up from a pillow. not where you remember falling asleep, but thats fine. you didn't expect him to let you sleep against him all night anyway.
"good morning," you manage and accept the mug of coffee he offers to you. you sip it. not quite sweet enough but you don't expect him to know the obscene amount of sugar you take.
he's smiling down at you. all sweet and soft. he's wearing a dark shirt and grey shorts, revealing his prosthetic leg. something you don't imagine many other people get to see. but you do. because you've made him feel comfortable.
you look around. at the mess of clothes on his floor. on the sun threatening to break through the curtains. you sip some more of the bitter coffee. "what time is it?"
"nearly eight," he says and sits on the bed beside you. he brushes loose hair away from your face.
just ask to see her again. it's that easy.
you take another sip and nod. but realisation dawns on you. "eight am?!" you shriek and jump out of bed. "im so sorry, jack, but i gotta go," you say and grab your dress from the floor. "fuck, my brother is probably waiting for me."
jack zips you up. "can I drive you anywhere?" he offers.
you kiss his cheek. "thanks, but its not too far! it really was nice to meet you!"
you kiss his cheek again at the front door. Jack watches you disappear down the street, a spring in your every step.
there you are, gone from his life just like that. he shuts the door and returns up to his bedroom, picking up his discarded clothes from last night. his bed is a mess and he wonders if the sheets smell like you. like your strawberry shampoo.
he picks up his trousers. the ones you had been so desperate to get off of him. he checks all the pockets, makes sure they're all empty before he throws them in the hamper.
except their not all empty. there, in the left side pocket, is your underwear from last night.
fuck, he's never gonna get you out of his head.
a/n: i didn't think I'd get this out before i started my shift but now that i have, i can start chapter two when i get home :D
trinity santos: gives a homeless guy she's known for 15 hours a place to stay and then covers his share of the rent for 10 months while he finishes school, consistently worries he'll be taken advantage of because he's a nice guy never mind the fact she's literally letting him live with her rent free, identifies and scares the shit out of a child molester where the system is otherwise failing, talks a stranger who attempted to end his life into seeking help, doggedly pursues a potential child abuse case and when she's wrong accepts it without pushback and turns her attention to treatment and being a good doctor, turns away from her charting that's stressing her out to go comfort a friend who lost a patient, invites mel out to do a stress relieving activity after what she sees is an incredibly taxing day, etc etc etc
some random tiktok commenter always: oh my god i can't stand santos she's so mean to everyone
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