bear begging wish nikki to “just be nikki” and wish nikki sobbing, falling to her knees saying “i can be nikki. i can be anything you want me to be” is one of the most bone chilling scenes in the whole movie. he is knowingly talking to wish nikki about the other nikki. theyre not just talking in the third person, theyre referring to someone they both know isnt currently present. he wished this entity into existence, in doing so removed any ounce of free will and autonomy of nikkis body and brain, and he STILL has the fucking nerve to want her to be SOMETHING ELSE!!!!! and his greed is now destroying wish nikki too!!!!!!!!!
backing up against him to spoon in the morning. he’s still asleep for the most part, but he opens up to you. his arm folds over you, hand cupping your breast. his leg stretching over yours. you’re his for him to keep there, soft and warm, and you’re not sure he’s even conscious about it as he starts grinding his growing morning wood against your ass
have we considered you grabbing the headboard while riding it? his hands gripping your waist and you gripping the headboard for leverage going from slow experimental strokes of your hips, to slamming your pussy down around his cock over and over, while he curses and moans loudly and your tits bounce in his face ??
tbh the concept of cockwarming and they’re trying really hard to focus and you ‘lose’ and slide up and down on them once and they just. Cum practically against their own will is fnfnnffjf
wearing an itty bitty little dress in public and you reach your arms up to hug him and he puts his arm around your waist and on your ass to hold the dress down so it doesn't ride up 😞
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
I'm making a vow that when I describe a big man strong man, he's going to have a stomach
A layer of fat protecting his steel core, arms thick, rolling muscle in the forearms and biceps growing when flexed, no defining clump of muscle, just wider now. Legs with fat on the inner thighs, soft until he adjusts this way or that.
Working muscle, muscle earned through rigorous athletics, working, or training in the field.
rocky always yells “enrichment for grace! enrichment for grace!” when he has a new invention to make the humans time more interesting on erid. grace, while appreciative, replies ‘I know I’m in a zoo enclosure but could we maybe not call it that? I feel like a bear getting thrown a pumpkin covered in peanut butter.’ rocky simply gives him a thumb, not wanting to explain that a significant amount of the population sees grace as the celebrity savior scientist who rocky keeps as a controversially young trophy wife and publicly lavishes in gifts
bucky just absolutely drilling your shit and you’re being so loud but he’s kinda shy about it oh my god
Bucky had you bent over the edge of the mattress, chest pressed into the rumpled sheets, ass up and thighs trembling as he drove into you from behind.
The room was filthy with sound.
Wet skin slapping together. The creak of the old bedframe. Your broken moans echoing off the walls every single time he buried himself deep enough to punch the air from your lungs.
He was relentless.
Every thrust shoved you forward across the mattress, cock stretching you open so perfectly it bordered on too much. Thick. Deep. Unforgiving in the best possible way.
“Fuck—Bucky!” you cried, voice cracking around his name when he hit that spot inside you again.
Your fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets.
You couldn’t stop the noises spilling out of you. Every stroke dragged another shameless sound from your throat—high, needy, wrecked.
Behind you, Bucky faltered for half a second.
His hips stuttered.
“Baby… Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough with strain.
His metal hand tightened around your hip while his other slid up your spine uncertainly, fingers flexing like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“You’re so loud,” he rasped. “The neighbors—”
“Don’t care,” you gasped immediately, pushing back against him desperately. “Harder. Please—”
That completely destroyed him.
Bucky groaned low in his chest before snapping his hips forward harder, giving you exactly what you asked for. The force of it knocked a loud cry from your throat, your whole body jolting from the impact.
“Shhh—fuck, doll,” he hissed, though there was no real warning in it.
Just embarrassment.
That shy little edge in his voice that always surfaced when he realized exactly how much noise he could pull from you.
It would’ve been adorable if it wasn’t so fucking hot.
His metal fingers dug deeper into your hip, almost bruising, while he kept pounding into you at that brutal pace. Each thrust dragged another wet moan from your lips.
He leaned over you suddenly, broad chest covering your back.
His stubble scraped your shoulder as he pressed closer, trying to hide you beneath him while his flesh hand slid around to cover your mouth.
“Gotta quiet down,” he whispered against your ear, voice husky with restraint. “Can’t have the whole block knowing I’m fucking you like this.”
The words only made you louder.
A muffled whimper vibrated against his palm as he thrust deep again, cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you.
Your legs shook violently.
Slick sounds filled the room every time he bottomed out, your arousal coating his thighs and dripping down your own.
Bucky cursed softly against the back of your neck.
“You’re killin’ me here,” he groaned. “So goddamn loud… and so wet. Shit.”
His hips slowed for one deep grind instead of a thrust, forcing you to feel every inch of him buried inside you.
Pleasure hit so hard it bordered on painful.
You sobbed against his hand.
“Fuck,” he whispered shakily.
Then he pulled his hand away just enough for you to gasp in air—and immediately cry out again when he picked up speed.
The headboard started knocking against the wall in a punishing rhythm.
“Buck—Bucky, oh my god—right there—”
“Quiet, sweetheart,” he begged, but his own voice cracked with arousal.
His face was burning hot where it pressed into your hair.
The terrifying Winter Soldier—the man who could dismantle a room full of enemies without blinking—was somehow shy about how loud he made you in bed.
You loved it.
So you deliberately moaned louder on the next thrust.
Bucky choked on a breath behind you.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he growled, though there was a breathless laugh tangled in the words.
His arm slid beneath your stomach suddenly, hauling you upward so your back arched deeper.
The new angle was devastating.
He drilled into you harder immediately, each stroke punching stars behind your eyelids.
“Yes—fuck, yes!”
The cry tore out of you loud enough that you were positive the neighbors could hear every word.
Your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm started building hard and fast.
Bucky made a helpless sound.
Then his hand returned to your mouth—except this time two fingers slipped between your lips.
“Suck,” he whispered.
Shy voice.
Commanding tone.
You moaned around his fingers obediently while he kept railing you from behind, hips snapping forward with brutal precision.
The wet sounds in the room were obscene now.
Your muffled cries.
His uneven breathing.
The slick drag of his cock driving into you over and over again.
Bucky was losing control.
You could feel it in the way his thrusts turned erratic—deeper, rougher, desperate for the way your body clenched around him.
“You feel so good,” he rasped into your ear. “So tight. So loud for me. Fuck… shouldn’t like it this much…”
That did it.
Your orgasm hit like a wave.
Your entire body seized as you came with a scream that his fingers barely managed to muffle. Your pussy pulsed hard around him, milking him while your legs nearly gave out beneath you.
Bucky groaned brokenly behind you, hips stuttering as he fucked you through it anyway, dragging the orgasm out until you were shaking.
Only then did he finally ease you down onto the mattress.
But he didn’t pull out.
Instead, he followed you down completely, covering your body with his own while staying buried deep inside you.
Slow rolls of his hips replaced the punishing thrusts from before, keeping the pleasure simmering low in your stomach while you both fought to catch your breath.
“Gonna be the death of me,” he murmured softly against your temple before pressing a kiss there.
His voice had gone bashful again.
Sweet.
“Can’t believe how loud you get,” he admitted. “Makes me crazy.”
You turned your head enough to grin at him despite how completely wrecked you felt.
“Good,” you whispered. “Want the whole world to know what you do to me, Sergeant.”
Bucky groaned immediately and buried his burning face into your neck.
But his hips still gave one firm, possessive thrust anyway.
You moaned again—quieter this time, but not quiet enough.
“Baby…” he warned weakly, half laughing, half desperate.
The stickers were the greatest thing you've ever purchased in your life.
Simple little gold stars, and a laminated chart from some classroom stock website with big bold colourful letters that said 'Super Star Chart' and a bunch of stock art pictures of stars and space on it. But for you, this is your new greatest gift, your kind of boss is ever the praise hungry beast, and has been almost feral since you wrote their name on it and started adding little, twinkling gold stickers next to it.
Each shoot, photo session, and live stream they do and behave for you add a sticker, watching them bounce and clap happily. Endlessly babbling about the reward they want when they fill the chart with stars, planning a private shoot so they can play dress up with their human assistant, there is a rack with skimpy clothes and barely there lingerie hand picked just for you as their reward. But, all this good behaviour soon took a turn, at first it was a shoot that dragged long due to their antics, and then they skipped a live event to sulk over you being away sick, slowly the stars began to decrease.
By the time they realised the number had gone down, there was only a few dozen compared to the nearly full it had been before.
Diva's breakdown was massive and swift, the demon sobbing and wailing as they sat in their dressing gown, legs kicking and tail thumping against the bed as they lament the loss of their stars. Reaching for you they plead, eyes full of tears as they promise they have been good, very good, almost perfect even, please give them back their stars! Sobbing dramatically when you shake your head and remind them of their mistakes, letting them cry and crash out as you approached the sticker chart, gently taking another star as they practically wail for you to put it back, don't take another star, scrambling off the bed and wrapping themself around you as they push your hand back towards the chart.
The removed sticker falls uselessly to the floor as you are half crushed in the demons embrace, tears coating your shoulder as Diva sobs louder, dragging you towards their bed as they continue to throw their tantrum.
Not even your squirming and reminding that this will just lose them more stars seems to stop them from pulling you into the messy silk sheets.
Okay, maybe the stickers weren't the greatest thing after all...
God it’s so fucking funny that the copyright trial scene exists in the book. Literally the one scene where Grace isn’t present or narrating and it’s entirely so Stratt can have a “fuck you I’m doing what I need to save the goddamn world” moment. Andy Weir straight up broke his entire framing device solely so he could give Stratt this moment.
