#[listen I just really REALLY love this game okay?]

[amyisherenowitsokay]

This is random as fuck but i love the Suez Canal meme shit because at the time, I was working for a glorified drop-shipping company masquerading as a customization/swag branding company, and it was a genuinely hilarious, surreal, and giddy experience to answer phones (i was both customer service and customization specialist because I was the only one willing to listen to our vendors explain how their jobs worked, and tell people 'no you can't embroider at less than 1/4" tall letters and still be legible, yes I know you can PRINT smaller than that but that's PAPER and INK and this is THREAD and that's not how that works') and be like "hey sorry no we can't do that, we don't have that item in stock"

and they'd be like "okay well you're the fucking fifth assholes I've called to tell me that, what the fuck is wrong with all of you, don't you keep track of your inventory????"

and i'd physically bounce in my chair and get to go "so have you heard of the Ever Given?" and hear "What the fuck does the Ever Given have to do with my undyed cotton sweatpants that I need to make tie-dye bullshit on etsy????"

And in their foolishness, they activated my trap card, where I held them hostage for the next 10 minutes explaining precisely what the Ever Given has to do with their shitty etsy store and the collapse of every indie tie-dyer in the fuckin nation, apparently

So all of the actual manufacturers we worked with and who who actually had warehouses with product in them had trackers on their boats, and we were in contact with them daily for updates on what was going on . All of the boats with the inventory everyone was looking for were stuck behind the Ever Given. Like to the point we were almost sure what position in 'line' they were behind this fuckin boat. My manager and I would spend our downtime when we were at the edge of our rope fielding calls about inventory trying to figure out if we could see 'our' boats in the published satellite images or on the news. I would also play this game with the vendors, because we were all going insane fielding calls about this one specific item that I'll tell you about now

For those of you unfamiliar with larger scale inventory, all shipments are ordered basically 3 months ahead of time, meaning items for Fall for example began production in early Summer, and delivery windows to warehouses were expected just before Fall, like say the end of August, to be sorted and ready for shipping out by the time projected orders were expected to roll in.

But since the ETA for these ships to dock and unload product was, for example, the 30th, they and hundreds of other ships missed their delivery window, and ports were a mess trying to shove in the now-late ships for docking, and i learned so much about how boats and deliveries work because for 8 fucking months after the Ever Given fiasco began, a chain-shock reaction of white undyed cotton sweatpants were basically unavailable for months, and when we did get them in stock, they were gone within basically minutes of us announcing we had them, and people were hounding us literally daily for these fucking specific sweatpants that were apparently ideal for tie-dying. Dozens of people. An absurd amount of people, sometimes multiple times a day. Every other call, if not every call, was about these sweatpants. I was getting offers to Venmo me, personally, $100 or more if I was willing to bump them on the waitlist. I didn't, because 1) that's insane, 2) I wasn't the purchaser for the company anyways, and 3) the bribers were usually mean to me and I didn't believe they'd really give me and let me keep the money. (The ones who were nice to me regardless of being told 'no, we don't have them, and the waitlist currently has 54 people' though did get calls notifying them when items came in, because I was too busy to write emails, and if you placed the order with me on the phone, protocol meant I notified our purchaser directly, and she was too slammed to keep track of the waitlist, and would usually just bump that person to the front of the line and couldn't be fucked to keep track in her head of who was ACTUALLY next.)

Anyways you also activated my trap card listening to this, hope you enjoyed. Miss you Ever Given, you made 8 months of my life hell and I'll never forget the Jerzees white 100% cotton undyed sweatpants shortage of '21.

Also if you ever want to embroider a logo on a hat, make sure your text isn't smaller than your pinky finger. Mwa mwa mwa kisses

a collection of my favorite tweets regarding the Ever Given in the Suez Canal

[k-aemi]

hii! i luv ur writing, its so chefs kiss <3. could u write one wheres its like itoshi brothers and their little sister. wheres shes been manipulated and coerced into doing these things. ITS OKAY IF U DONT DO IT. ily -_-

itoshi sae & itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ listen to nii chan sis.

smut, dub/non, double penetration, squirt, corruption, slapping, blood, step/incest, view it how you want.

growing up with the itoshi brothers was not what others expected it to be. you loved football like they did! you know how the younger ones always wanted to do what their older sibling does? yeah thats what happened. when sae took you to his football games, and seeing rin join in soon, it motivated you to be just like them! youll be the third best striker aside sae and rin!

having football as your hobby now, that was pretty much all you knew about growing up. you knew nothing else about how the world actually works plus the fact youre rarely on the internet since youre busy practicing to better your football skills! becoming very unaware of your surroundings or situations at times. which the brothers may or may not take advantage of. (which they do).

of course football is your hobby and you loved it, but you lacked the skill for it. rin and sae were naturals, but guess the talent didnt fall onto you. but its okay! sae says hell teach you some tricks if you just do little favors for him. rin tells you that hell help train your body. your nii chans are the best arent they?

the brothers just think its so cute to see such a meek and timid girl strive to be the best striker when you cant even do such simple tasks on your own. you cant even dribble or aim properly, how can you expect to be the best? but youre their sweet little imouto, of course theyll just play into your silly delusions<3

"if you wanna be the best, you gotta maintain focus okay 'mouto?" rin rubs your clit in a circular motion with his thumb as hes between your legs. youre bare and it gets hard to breathe. you didnt even know what you were feeling right now, what is this feeling? does it hurt? does it feel good? you cant tell.

saes behind you, marking you up on your neck. he press kisses and bites on it which makes you whimper. was this really the training of becoming the best..?

"c-cant too much rin-nii.." you moaned out and he can only coo you. "shh...you cant become the best like this y'know..? cmon...ill start easy yeah?" you nod as you squirm under his touch. you want him to stop because this feeling is weird, but youll be the best if you endure this!

"how many positions are there, and what are the positions called.." he let out a breath on your stimulated clit and your body twitches. Sae continued to kiss your neck to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body. "T-theres...eleven positions...goalkeeper, defenders, midfielders, and forwards-!" rin licks the sensitive bud.

"good good...now which player has scored the most goals during the World Cup." huh..? you dont know! the only football players you knew were your brothers...no one else. rin laps at your bud, sucking and licking at it. "a-ah! r-rin stop!" your hand fists his hair out of pure instinct while sae grips your chin to face your teary eyes.

"answer 'mouto." his gaze pierces at your eyes. "but rin-nii keeps making me f-feel weird sae..." you cried out, your tears threatening to spill and your drool drips from your lips. rin only continues to suck your overly stimulated bud and you feel something stir up in your stomach.

you yelp in pain as you feel your clit being slapped. not too harsh, but enough for you to feel something. "you losin' focus mouto." he clicks his tongue as he rubs your thigh, occasionally squishing the soft flesh.

"on to the next lesson." sae drowns you in kisses before leaning back. "on your stomach." he commands with his stern tone. you can only comply, this training sure is tough...the methods might be weird but, guess its what it takes to become the best.

turning onto your stomach, facing saes crotch now as you felt light slaps on your ass from rin, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress any noises from your mouth. sae caresses your cheeks, eyeing at your innocent looking eyes, oblivious to the situation youre in right now. anyone normal would see this as a wrongdoing, but not you. hes glad youre fuckin' stupid for your age.

saes hand trail to his crotch, unzipping the pants, exposing his hardened cock as it springs to life hitting your cheek. you can smell the stench coming from it the sight of it intimidated you. "next, you have to know how to handle when two defenders are on you if youre by yourself." he grabs your head and his free hand with his cock, slapping it repeatedly on your cheek.

he loved hearing the little grunts eliciting from your mouth and you maybe saw a little smirk to him or were you imagining it? "got it 'mouto?" hearing your lack of response he clarifies himself again. you nod, not knowing what youre getting yourself into. if this was the training to become the best, youre not sure if you wanna continue.

meanwhile rin took out his stiff cock, rubbing the shaft between your buttocks while he grips your hips. the way it rubbed on your ass had this...weird sensation...? it didnt feel...bad you suppose but it still felt weird.

"open." youre brought back to reality from saes stern voice. your mouth just lightly propped open but his pink tip is already intruding your mouth-! your eyes shut from how big he was, you can only grip onto his thighs as his cock entered your throat, causing you to gag and cough. "breathe through your nose 'mouto." he grips your hair, forcing you to take his size.

it hurts. it hurts so much. your throat is burning, it itches. drool drip to the sheets and tears streamed down your cheeks. you tried your best but it gets hard to breathe. all your saliva slobbering over his dick, your crying, your drool, your weak helpless self makes sae twist something inside of him, just wanting to corrupt you more and more. he wants to use you to your limit and the same applies to rin.

moans filled the room from you and both the brothers. yours were muffled of course, youre stuffed full with sae-niis cock. the smell fills your nostrils and your nose hits his pelvis. you choke, how sae-nii expect you to take it all? your desperate tries to push him off were worthless, your nails digging crescents onto his thick thighs.

"youre doing so well right now 'mouto. youll become the best in no time." he cooed while caressing your head. "take it all okay?" he lets out a content sigh as he force one more thrust into you, coming inside your warm mouth. you feel the bitter taste of something gooey enter your mouth and it feels so gross. you have no choice but to be forced swallowing it.

rin continues to rub himself and get himself off of your ass, fastening his pace as hes near his end, cumming on your back and ass, and god the sight was heaven. you look so pretty covered in his cum<3 he wonders what itd be like to see your dumb pretty face cover in his cum.

"good job mouto." rin flushed his chest onto your back, you can feel his sweaty toned abs on you and the sticky cum on your back, it feels gross. everything about this does.

"a-are we done..? im tired..." you breathe out. sae can only shake his head. "just one more lesson. needa control your stamina okay? its pretty weak." sae lifts your chin up only to see your cute litte frown. "you needa run for about quite a while, how will you win if you cant keep up with running...?" rin coos you. but he was right...maybe just this last one youll endure once more.

but next thing you know, youre on top of rin-nii, sae-nii is behind you, slapping your ass. your body twitched and sae can only get off from the redness emitting from your ass and the way your body jerked from contact. he spreads your ass, seeing the way your tight hole pulses and your juices dripping onto rin.

"t-this is the last one right..?" rin caress your cheeks. "last one 'mouto." he grabs hold of your hips, lifting you up to align your hole with his cock. "her hymens still intact." sae leaves sweet kisses on your neck. hes fighting the urge to fuck your tight ass right now, but he knows itll be too much for you, hell teach you another time.

your only leverage was rins chest, pushing you down on his cock sure was a bit of a struggle, your eyes shut, it hurts, its like forcing your way into a forbidden place, not until rin uses more force to prop you down fully taking his cock in you. sae was quick to cover your mouth as you let out a bloodcurling scream.

it burns, it hurts. anything that falls under that category. you cry, its too much for you to take even. "r-rin-nii it hurts! take it out!" you claw his chest. he only shushs you, as he bottoms out in your gummy walls, god you were so tight and warm, it felt amazing, how could he stop? "shh, itll be okay soon...fuck 'mouto..." he breathes out while he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you cry. sniffles filled the room and they only continued when he starts thrusting upwards.

rins grip on your hips was so firm it probably left marks by now, but your cries and the blood he sees on his cock only encourages him further. "shes bleedin'" sae states, pushing you down to his chest, aligning himself in your hole. "wait your fuckin turn." rin continued thrusting up and youre left whimpering.

sae, ignoring rin, pushed himself in. the stretch didnt help at all. it only worsened your condition. you cant help but just cry, clawing at rins chest. he hisses but he cant blame you. you wanted this, you want to become to best, you must do what you must.

"s-sae-nii...hurts.." "i know..i know...just endure it for a bit okay?" the brothers start their thrusts, and youre left whining. this...this was the training you so longed for? you hate it. wasnt there any other way other than this!? you just cant help but let them do as they pleased...besides they were the experts, not you...what say do you have in this..?

"feel so fuckin' good 'mouto." sae-niis chest flushed against your back, nibbling your earlobe. you huffed, as fat tears fall onto rin-nii. "s-sae nii...i feel weird...in my stomach." you gasp when sae grabs hold of your chin, kissing you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

rin, so close to coming grabs hold of your ass, fastening his pace. if he knew you felt this good from the beginning he wouldnt have wasted any second. "cmon, come." he slaps the flesh, and you yelp in pain. sae releases his grip before slapping rins hand away to get a firm grip of your fat ass. roughing his pace as he was near his end.

you become dumb on their cock, your brain felt mushy, and you cant even form one coherent sentence. drool falls onto rin-nii and you dont even realize it yourself. youre at your limit, you cant take it anymore, you let yourself go, and squirt your sweet juices on both of your nii-chans cock.

not long after where they pull out to cum on your body. smell of sweat and cum fill the room, both you and rin catching up with your breathing, while sae looks like he didnt even break a sweat. rin rubs you ass again. "we gotta be consistent with your training okay?" kissing your forehead. what did he say...? it all sounds so muffled...he looks blurry. youre a bit tired, maybe youll take a nap.

a bit long sorry ^^. do you like my animation i did? >w< someone pls request kaiser nexttt

divider: puppizai, anitalenia

[iamfuckingsorry]

so i really didn't like fugitive telemetry nearly as much as the rest of the series on my first listen, in part because i spent a big chunk of it confused about what the hell i missed because i was listening to it in publishing order, and in part because mb spends a great deal of it feeling super uncomfortable about basically everything

but i'm listening to it again now and i can really see why people seem to like it.

mb's really struggling with its identity in this one oh god. it knows it's a secunit it wants to be a secunit it is not a human or a bot or anything else and it does not want to be treated as anything else but what it is. but it also. fucking hates being treated as a secunit. and it's especially bad because so many of the people on preservation are trying to be nice about it, like there's several instances of people going "oh hi--- oh wait fuck the feed id says secunit oh shit it's the secunit--- wait no calm tf down it has rights yeah i know it's scary af but you still need to treat it like a person oh god okay let's be weirdly polite and pretend you're not scared" and mb clearly hates that immediate reaction to what it is, but it seems to hate people forcing themselves to be aggressively polite around it just as much, because at least that immediate reaction is what it's used to

ah mb both wanting to be equal and being horribly freaked out by the idea of being equal because equal means human and the idea of being human is so incredibly gross will never stop being entertaining (and very very relatable)

pin lee is also just so aggressively in mb's corner, she doesn't really play /that/ big of a role in the book but she's 100% fighting for mb basically from the moment it comes back to save mensah in exit strategy, and here mb just needs to be like "ew i don't wanna do that" and pin lee feels like she would fucking. kill someone. to make sure mb doesn't need to do things it doesn't wanna do. can i also get a pin lee please.

also the bit where mb talks about people seeing it on tv or something? i can't remember if it's the documentary or if it maybe comes up in another context but there's definitely a part where mb talks about how it wouldn't mind that actually. and knowing what happens later on i'm just like. ahhhh foreshadowing!! nice!!

and it gets to do proper secunit stuff! it's so happy about it, like "yes i liked this plan better. partially because it was a better plan but also because it was a secunit plan, not a combatunit plan". like i know we all (me included) wonder if/what kind of sexual abuse mb's been through the way it reacts to maybe being percieved as a sexbot and stuff, but it also clearly doesn't want to be perceived as any other kind of construct either. it's not a comfortunit, it's not a combatunit, it's a secunit goddamnit (insert bones "im a doctor not an ---" gif here)

and the way it just. doesn't understand the preservation bots at all. jollybaby probably thinks it's being all cute and friendly including and mb just finds it. annoying. the other bots are a variety of genuinely friendly and lowkey an ass but doing the same Nice and Polite thing that some of the preservation humans do to it, and mb feels all sorts of ways about it, like if all of them are playing some kind of weird game where they roleplay as happy content bots even though they couldn't possibly be since they're not really free

and its relationship with indah, and the way it goes from "ugh i hate this human" (because said human is very much treating it like a dangerous murder weapon, very fair reaction) to "ugh i still don't like this human but i wouldn't necessarily /hate/ having to work with her again" (because said human has actually started to realize that secunit 1. fucking loves saving people is just can't help itself, 2. is actually fucking amazing at its job, and 3. maybe really does deserve to be treated like a person)... like they're not friends by the end of it but they're much, much closer to something like coworkers who don't work the same way but are generally fairly okay with each other. god it just can't fucking help making some kind of connection with humans can it

anyway i dunno where i was going with this, my memory is too shit to actually pull up any specific examples and i'm all just about vibes, but it's just like

good book actually

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

geese - itoshi rin

fem!reader

set in the same universe as the reincarnation for the hunger games rin fanfic linked HERE. can be seen as a part 2 for it, hence why this is a fem reader.

walking home with rin from school and taking a stop at the beach nearby has practically become routine for the two of you.

he was the captain of the school boys team, and you were the manager. you were both dating and also next door neighbors, which formed the convenient habit of you both always holding hands, whether it was being on cleaning duty at school or when you were both walking home in the sunset.

another long day of practice had just ended, and the soft glow of the setting sun illuminated both of your faces as you both leaned on the railings of the beach, listening to the ocean waves. suddenly, rin’s nose crinkled and his eye twitched. “it smells like shit here.”

you looked down on at the sand before laughing. “right on the money. there’s goose shit everywhere.” at rin’s stiffened body, you cackled, gripping onto the railings for dear life. “well, it’s spring after all. they’ve just come back from migration, and it’s mating season for them. you can’t really blame them.”

rin gripped the railings, his eyebrows knit together. “annoying lukewarm birds.” he muttered under his breath, making “birds” sound as if it were some derogatory, socially unacceptable slur. you snorted, slapping his arm playfully.

“i’ve always liked geese. did you know that geese mate for life?” you asked, elbows on the railings as you stared off into the glowing golden sunset. “i always found it cute, because they apparently form extremely deep bonds and stick to each other for life.”

rin glanced at you, and he could feel the familiar warmth creeping up at face when he saw your small smile. “you really believe that sort of stuff? they’re probably just lukewarm idiots who are too lazy to find someone else to mate with. just mating partners, nothing else.” rin replied, raising his eyebrows.

“rin! way to ruin the moment!” you exclaimed. “see, this is why animals don’t like you.” you muttered, yanking your hand away from his and stuffing it into your pocket. “i think it’s really cute that they’re loyal and stuff, since most animals are polygamous.”

“sure. absolutely romantic, how they don’t wanna cheat on their partner, as if that isn’t the bare minimum in a relationship.” rin snapped back sarcastically. “what, do you find it romantic that i don’t actively cheat on you with other people?”

“what? no!” you huffed. “you’re so annoying.” you turned your back on him, this time with your eyes lingering on the wide, azure ocean. after a few moments of nothing but the waves crashing against the shore, you spoke up once more. “i wonder if when geese die, they find each other in another life, and they also mate for life in the next life.”

rin’s lips pressed into a thin line, staying silent. “you know, i’ve known you for over a decade, and you’ve said some pretty stupid things before. but this might just be the most stupid thing i have ever heard from you.” rin said, pulling your hands out of your pocket and cupping them in his.

you pouted, furrowing your eyebrows. “wow, thanks. love you too.” but you then smirked, raising your eyebrows. “do you think we might’ve been geese in our previous—“

“don’t even go there.” rin interrupted. “let’s go home. your dad will kill me if you arrive home even a second after six-thirty.” he held your hand, and you both began walking in the directions of your houses.

although rin certainly didn’t like the idea of having been a geese in his previous life, he did like the thought of also having been with you in his previous life. that maybe you were both meant to find each other in this life too—

okay, now he was the one with stupid ideas. it was best to not let it distract him; he had practice tomorrow and needed to finish his homework quickly…like he understood his homework in the first place. maybe he should just crash at your place tonight.

whether it was as a geese, as a person in his previous life with who knows what, or as the star soccer player itoshi rin, he would always love being with you.

a/n: sunrise on the reaping absolutely killed me. this was inspired by the whole geese romantic subplot in the book (haymitch and lenore dove…oh how i love you both). @levihanmyotp you wanted the rin fluff fanfic, so you get it, hence why this is a part 2 to the hunger games fic😒

[ninelieswithme]

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Mark and you laid in his dorm room, lights dim, him still wearing his iconic suit, mask strapped tightly onto his handsome features.

Your fingers raking over his stomach as if he was a huge house cat, chest rising and falling.

Him looking down at you, his heart melting with love when you two locked eyes.

A hand coming up to your cheek, thumb brushing against your lip.

You always did have beautiful lips..

“You know you’re the only thing in the universe I would die for, right? The only thing I’d kill for”

He said, staring up at you lovingly, through his goggles.

“Lil ol’me huh” you laughed, half asslingly believing marks words.

He chuckled at your comment, nose doing its usual cute scrunch.

“Yea.. Lil ol’you” he mocked dragging your hand from his hard abs towards the centre of his chest

Flattening your palm down onto his chest, where his heart is, “your the reason I breathe, your the very reason I live.. I live for you”.

You hated yourself for this.. but with such a strong confession, it freaked you out, alot actually, but you shoved the distasted feeling down, your smile faltering while you kept your hand on his warm chest.

“That’s uh.. a bit intense” .

You tried easing into his lovesick delusions.

He smirked, shrugging his shoulders while laying on the small bed.

His eyes frenzied with earnest intensity “yea well, deal with it. I’m crazy about you mama~”.

You coughed on air swatting close to his face, with a peachy blush on your face.

“Mark!!” You laughed at marks comment, him grabbing your hand, just intensely starting at your e/c irises.

Without breaking eye contact he kissed your hand, placing it back gently onto his chest.

“What can’t take the fact, that one day you’ll be my pretty mama one day~”

He tapped your nose lightly with his finger, his other hand squeezing yours gently over his rapidly beating heart.

“Think of it.. pretty little babies running around.. seeing you nice and motherly over them.. you can’t tell me you don’t want that sweetheart~”

You rolled your eyes not playing into his needy thoughts he’s been having recently, just soothing his body.

He let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed your touch. His body relaxed under your gentle hands.

leaning into your touch like a cat seeking affection.

"You know, sometimes I can't believe you're real," he murmured softly.

“Really now? What’s that supposed to mean” You smirked, feigning an offended tone, feeling marks stress spike.

He cracked one eye open, knowing you too well and your annoying games to get a rise out of him.

Smirking, his free hand lazily traced patterns on your arm. "Just that... gorgeous girls like you aren't supposed to actually exist. It's like, laws of the universe or whatever. Beautiful inside and out, hilarious, amazing in bed-“

“MARK” you cut him off, face flush as a tomato, levitating an empty soda can on his counter at his face, the poor lover, so star struck over your eyes to even flinch, as if you hung the stars in the sky.

The soda can hitting him, He laughed heartily as the can gently bounced off his forehead, catching it with lightning-fast reflexes to toss it back playfully very gently.

"Okay okay, okay! No need to use your powers against me~" He tugged you closer, trapping you in his arms while wearing a mischievous grin.

The soda can not even hitting you, from marks crushing speed, forcing you onto his godly body.

“Then don’t give me a reason to then Grayson~”

You said pulling back enough you were straddling him.

He let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer to his bulge. "Or what? You gonna fly me into the sun for daring to compliment you?" His said, voice holding a mischievous note to it.

“Mm I could” you smirked, putting your finger on your chin, faking a pondering face, mark letting out a strangled whine, thighs rubbing against his cock in the tight spandex he was wearing.

“Whoa there, gravity girl! No sun-toshing the boyfriend, alright?" His hands gripped your waist tightly. "I'm too handsome for space dust anyway~.”

“So cocky!”

You swatted at him.

He caught your hand mid-swat, his hand wrapping around yours to pull you closer.

"Cocky? Nah, just confident. Confident that my girl loves my face too much to turn me into a supernova."

His eyes then grew lidded, the feeling of your plush thighs so close to his cock, got him acting up.

You smiled at marks neediness, cupping and peppering his face full of kisses.

He moaned into the warm kisses, his strong hips thrusting up into yours, cock rubbing against your hot cunt and thighs, while his tongue tried snaking in.

His hands slid up to cradle your head, fingers threading through your deep hair. "Mmm, that's the stuff right hereeee,".

You rolled your eyes at his neediness, tugging a strand of his black hair, his head rearing.

A guttural whine leaving his lips.

He’s such a sexy whiner~

Lips making contact on his Adam’s apple and neck.

Red blushes starting to cover his neck.

He groaned softly as your lips met the sensitive skin of his neck, his head tilting back to give you better access.

His hands gripped your hips possessively, holding you closer. "You're such a fucking.. tease," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Kissing me like that..."

Mark rutted into your clothed cunt in a frustrated attempt for pleasure, the friction making his cock twitch.

He hated teasing with an addictive passion.

“True but I don’t knowwwww mmm beg~” you smirked reducing Mark to nothing but dirt under your shoe as if he wasn’t one of the most powerful man in the galaxy

He let out a playful growl, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass, as he begged, his voice taking on a whiny tone.

"Pleeease, babe? I'll do anything, you know I’d be your slave~, be your fuck toy~ just touch me baby”

“I’d fuck you so good baby~ just give me a chance~~ I’d reach so deep you’d need me to just walk straight for weeks~”.

You felt yourself get wetter.. him and his damn mouth.

You smirked at his neediness, eyes hooded, head reared up wanting to be marked up by his queen.

“Mark me baby~” he whimpered, tugging on your lose hair very gently, a silent plea.

You sucked at his frosted skin, It taking its succulent time to bruise, the wetness and swirling of your tongue on his neck, only tightening his cock in his boxers underneath the tight suit.

Eventually targeting his lips next, tongue prodding for entry into Marks mouth.

You pulled at his ravenette hair, kissing feverishly over his face and neck, his lust barely contained.

His hands squeezing harshly at the fat of your ass, delivering a sting to your ass, his hand then rubbing your plumb flesh.

“Mm’Love this ass baby~”

his hands tensed around your plush ass, lifting his hips to grind against your core.

His kisses became sloppier, more desperate, as he tried to convey just how much he loved these intense, passionate.. raw love~

He was hard as fuck, and always is around you.

But fuck theres more blood in his aching cock than his brain at the moment.

he caught your bottom lip between his, sucking gently before letting it go with a wet pop.

His hands slid up to your waist, holding you firmly in place.

"Seriously though... fuck, you’re dangerous."

He nipped at your lips again, threatening to break the skin.

Alone in his euphoria, you took him by surprise, tugging his yellow mask off with force, slicked black hair falling forward in pieces, while you grounded your slobbering cunt against his throbbing cock.

He mewled, hands on your ass again, rocking his hips, cock soaking into your cunt with more vigor.

You held onto the black suit for dear life, fingers tearing at the fabric.

His hands were moving, gripping your thighs tightly as he lifted his hips up to grind against you, a low growl escaping his throat.

He was so fucking hard, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his tight supersuit.

He loved getting you all worked up for you. "Mmm, baby...".

“Mark!~”

You whined, feeling your cunt grow wetter against Marks boner, the slickness dampened your panties, Mark feeing the warmth.

Making him buck deeper, feeling pre collecting at his tip through the suit.

“Mm please le’me fuck you.. I swear.. I’ll be gentle”

You kissed him to shut his whines.

Grinding your core against his cock, mark whimpering.

His hips moving in sync with yours, creating a delicious friction.

He could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it was driving him wild.

“Goddamn, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

The teasing growing too strong for Mark, eyes hooded or closed the whole heavenly experience.

You didn’t remember when or how it happened.. but mark snapped.

One minute he’s your whining good boy the next he’s a bitch in heat.

The teasing too intense for his sensitive cock.

Flipping you onto your back easily, making you yelp.

He was between your legs in an instant, his hands going to your thighs to spread them wider.

"Off," he growled, referring to your panties. He was done playing nice.

You knew the drill pulling them to the side.

He let out a dark laugh, "Like that? Jesus."

He husked out a laugh unzipping his suit enough to free up his aching length, the tip already leaking pre.

looking at your exposed core, fucking delicious..

He wrapped a calloused hand around his beating cock, the thing sporting a few ropes of pre.

Diving his tongue into your fleshy walls.

Eating your cunt as if a man starved

His tongue explored every inch of you eagerly, tasting your sweetness.

He let out a satisfied hum, continuing to stroke himself with his free hand, while he bucked his fist as if on heat.

“Fuck, you taste so good." His tongue circled your pink clit before sucking it gently.

"Is this what you needed, baby?"

You panted, this felt so fucking good, you thought biting your lower lip when mark nipped and sucked your bud.

“Huh~ Gravity Girl?”

He slowed his sucking.

He pulled back, his face inches from your pussy, his hand still slowly stroking his thick length.

You gotta tell him how good he was eating you out.

His eyes locked with yours, challenging. "Tell me how good my tongue feels in your cunt, baby."

“S-So Ah~~ Good!” Your needy cunt salivating, poor you just wanting more sucks.

You flailed your legs, bucking your cunt.

“Marky~ Baby.. Please”

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, the cause of the throbbing pain of your bud.

His lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction.

Nothing more delicious then sweet pay back~

He loved reducing you to whines and moans.

“Is that all you've got?" he mocked, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.

"You want my mouth back on you?" he asked, his fingers splaying your thighs wider.

"You want me to suck and lick until you're screaming?" He could see your hips bucking, trying to pull his face back down.

He chuckled darkly. "Say it."

Your ego starting to dwindle from marks teasing.

You turned your head away.

“Please..Mark.. don’t make me beg-“

Before you could finish he pulled your cunt closer to his face, pupils blown when your scent hit him.

"Either say it, or I'll make you..." He pressed a slow, deliberate kisses to your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding your center.

“Tell me how much you need my mouth on this pretty little pussy, baby. Beg for it."

You sucked the lemon, biting your lip at his big eyes waiting for you to speak between your thighs.

“..yes please mark.. I want you so bad~”. You spoke, playing into his kink.

A triumphant smirk crossed his face as he heard you beg so sweetly. He loved it when you surrendered like this.

“That's my girl," he groaned approvingly. Without hesitation, he dove back in, his mouth covering your cunt completely.

His tongue delved deep inside you, curling and thrusting rhythmically.

He could feel your legs trembling as you tried to pull him closer.

He added his fingers, spreading your lips wider to allow his tongue deeper access.

He could feel you getting closer, but he pulled back abruptly.

“Mark!!”

You whined, tears fat and beading at the corner of your eyes.

He sat up, licking his lips. a wicked grin playing on his face.

So sweet~

He knew you were right on the edge, and he loved pushing you close to the breaking point.

“You're so close baby, aren’t you~" he said, his voice low and husky.

Without much of a growl, Mark tugged your bagged shirt, the fabric flying into the corner of his dorm room with a thud.

His eyes darkened as your breasts spilled free.

No bra?~

Dirty girl

He captured a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly while pinching the other between his digets.

His other hand went back to stroking himself rapidly.

“Fuck, these tits..." He switched to the other nipple, biting.

You yelped, mark just swirling his toughest over the light pink wound.

The pleasure euphoric, your cunt wetter then the ocean right now.

Eyes rolled back, ass arched, heart beating fast.

You pulled on his suit a silent plea to just ditch the thing then just leaving it unzipped.

He got the hint and quickly shed the suit, revealing his muscular, chiseled body.

He kicked it aside, the black and blue flopping to the floor, now completely nude before you.

His massive erection jutted out more than it did when unzipped, red and angry, pre-cum dripping down its sides.

You raked fingers over his chest, his abs contracting, a whined leaving his throat, while he pushed you back down onto the small bed.

He wrapped an arm around your lower hips, pulling your legs to snake around his hips, gripping tight as he began to rock you back and forth, grinding your wet cunt all against his abs.

Your breasts smushed against his chest, hard nipples dragging.

He gripped your ass tightly, as he ground you down harder.

He could feel your wetness coating his abs, making them slick.

His whimpers growing loud, his pretty cock coating your belly with pre.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, leaving you winded.

Finally registering the warmth against your abdomen, the pulsing wetness

His cock happily at home, resting above your entrance.

You looked down

Dick lying flat against your belly, your curves exaggerating its size.

He wrapped a hand around it, squeezing hard as he began to slowly jerk off against your skin.

"Look at this fucking thing," He murmured gruffly.

You clenched.. fuck this guy and words~

“So fuckin.. big.. so fuckin’n-needy~”

He rubbed his thick head up and down your stomach, leaving a snail trail of pre behind.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you up so that his length nestled between your breasts.

He began to thrust his hips, breast-fucking you slowly.

Mark having obvious urges to mark you with his pre.

And it was working, you were hot and bothered everywhere~

Pre slick all over your body.

Mark's lips crashed into yours in a searing kiss as he continued sliding his cock up and down your breasts.

He swallowed your whimpers, his tongue delving into your mouth to dominate yours.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping firmly to angle your head just how he wanted.

Feeling your tits engulfing his throbbing cock was Devine.

Panting heavily between kisses, the pleasure overwhelming.

His hips jerked erratically as he chased his release, his cock throbbing and leaking more clear globs of pre.

He stopped mid thrust, moaning, not bucking his hips, just very tense.. eyes wide in euphoria.

A especially larger gush of pre oozed from his tip, his eyes relaxing back to a hooded state.

Close one…

With a silky squelch, Mark pulled away, relaxing you back onto his bed, one of his hands on your wrists the other wrapped tight on his cock.. this time his tip was kissing your folds…

Rubbing his slick up and down, to coat himself in your wetness, pre and arousal mixing.

You whined like a slut, trying to egg mark on to fuck you.

He chuckled darkly at your desperate whines, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wider.

Teasing your entrance with his tip, pushing in just an inch, then a little more, and more.. before pulling all the way back out.

He repeated this tormenting motion a few times, watching your face contort with need.

“So fucking eager,"

“Mark.. please~~”

You pleaded back.

Mark growled at your pleading whimper.

He grabbed your hips hard, completely forgetting your wrists, trying to get control.

Your nails digging into his pecs only made him harder.

He pushed in another inch, making you moan loudly. Watching your breasts bounce with each whimper, losing his mind.

“Please what?"

You swallowed your pride.. for the greater good of your swollen bud, hickeyed tits and well your deep itch for his cock~

“Please.. f.. Fuck me~”

With a savage snarl, Mark slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

Tip kissing your cervix

You both cried out, the sudden fullness taking your breath away.

He stilled for a moment, savoring the tight heat of your pussy wrapped around his massive length. "Like this?"

You couldn’t breathe from his sheer size, needing time to recover.

Panting in a blushed frenzy

“Y-Yes.. perfect”

You said tensed up begging not to cum 3 seconds in.

Mark pulled back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you.

He paused there, looking into your face, watching your desperate expression.

“God don’t stare at me like that~”

Then, with a smirk, he snapped his hips forward, filling you up again in one swift motion.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly.

Your nails digging into the muscle of his back while he railed you.

The headboard slamming against the wall, the sound echoing.

He loved the feel of your nails digging into his back, spurring him on.

Each thrust was deep and powerful, the bouncing your tits, a fucking view to see.

But

One only

ONLY

he can see..

He wrapped an arm around your waist to angle your hips better, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

“Nobody else gets to see you like this. Don't even think about letting another guy touch this fucking perfect body."

He spread your legs wider, watching his thick length sliding in and out of your small body with unthinkable speed.

He imagined other men trying to handle these curves, touch your tits, hear your dirty moans.

His expression darkened. "You only spread your legs like this for me, right?"

“Yes Mark~ yes~”

"That's right, baby. Only I get to see this sexy body, only I get to hear those sweet moans."

He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly.

"Only my cock gets to fuck this tight pussy."

Your back arches nipples hardening.

“Yesss mark~~”

He watched your back arch beautifully, your tits bouncing perfectly with each thrust.

He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders.

This position made him go even deeper, hitting that spot perfectly with each snap of his hips.

"Fuck, look how deep I am inside you..."

Marks cock spasmed, twitching around your velvety walls.

Starting to grow sensitive, whimpering.

His movements became more erratic, losing control as his orgasm approached.

The sounds of your wet pussy taking his cock were driving him crazy.

He thrust harder, faster, completely losing himself in the feeling.

"I'm-so-fucking-close,"

he panted between thrusts, his voice breaking.

He held your legs tightly over his shoulders, burying himself as deep as he could go.

He was so close, his balls drawing up tight against your ass.

He looked down, watching his length disappear inside you over and over again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill this perfect pussy up..."

He tightened your legs over his shoulders, pulling you flush against him.

This new angle had his thick length stretch you even more.

Each thrust jiggling your tits deliciously.

He whimpered softly, sweat covering both of your bodies.

His eyes rolled back as he felt his release building at the base of his cock.

He buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

His wet tongue licking at your soft sweet skin.

his thick length throbbing inside you.

He looked up at your face through your bouncing breasts, his face contorted with pleasure.

“Love’these pretty breasts.. so soft.. warm~..”

You clenched, blush intensified.

Your velvety walls too much for him to handle.

With a final, deep thrust, he let out a needy groan, his cock pulsing as he released his hot sticky seed deep inside you.

Painting your womb white with ease

He held himself there, buried to the hilt, tip past your cervix, fill you up with his thick load.

You felt the vivid warmth he had filled you with

Placing a hand over your womb, feeling the warmth.

Mark stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his large body draped over yours.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs over his shoulders.

Nuzzling his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply, marking you further with his sweat and his seed.

“M’love you.. you’re so perfect.. my perfect girl”

The creamy texture smeared all over your belly, dripping onto the covers, Mark still buried deep inside.

His expression soft, looking down at you with adoring eyes, his voice gentle and filled with love. "Baby... you feel so perfect..."

He slowly lowered your legs from his shoulders, gently kissing each thigh before settling between your legs.

“You did so well”

He paused with a shit eating smirk

“Mm but’Looks like I need’a make you cum again.. huh?, you’d like that wouldn’t you~~”

“You deserve it for being such a good girl~”

You mewled, trying to deny his god-like sex.

He chuckled darkly, his still semi-hard length sliding back inside you easily due to his previous release.

Hardening quick

You tried disagreeing but the wetness between your legs says otherwise, your hands shoving his chest weakly..

“Mm’no.. no.. not y-yet”

"Shh, don't deny your man what he wants." He smiled kissing your temple, and teary cheeks, moving slowly again, his hands roaming your body possessively.

“I want to feel you cum on my cock again~..."

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Dust and Destiny pt.6

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Stark!reader

Summary : Bucky Barnes and you used to be lovers , madly in love. But you lost him in the blip and lost him again after the blip because he need to “find himself”.

Warning : cursing

Words : 2.1k words

I am so sorry for the late post :( im not feeling well and just getting better now :)

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The unspoken tension

Joaquin is still standing there, wide-eyed, arms crossed as if he just walked straight into a live grenade.He turns to Sam, muttering under his breath, “Okay. So. Just to be clear. That was not a normal team meeting, right?”

Sam sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not even close.”Joaquin exhales. “Good. Because I genuinely thought I was about to die in there.”

Sam huffs out a laugh, but it’s tired. Joaquin hesitates, glancing toward the door. “So… what the hell was that?”

Sam looks at him. Really looks at him.

And then, with a heavy breath, he says, “That? That was seven years of grief, heartbreak, and trauma finally catching up to all of us.”

Joaquin frowns. “I mean, yeah, I got that part. But what’s the deal with her and Barnes?”. Sam sighs. “That, my friend, is a whole other can of worms.”

Joaquin raises a brow. “Give me the short version.”

Sam rubs a hand down his face. “The short version? They were in love. She lost him to the Blip for five years. She risked her life to bring him back. And when she did?”

Joaquin waits. Sam exhales sharply.

“He left her.”

Joaquin blinks. “Damn.”. “Yeah,” Sam mutters. “Damn.”

Joaquin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, uh- remind me to never walk into something like this again.”. Sam snorts. “Oh, trust me, you don’t need reminding.”

Joaquin crosses his arms, still processing everything. Then, after a beat, he turns to Sam and asks,

“So… how did they even meet?”

Sam lets out a breath, shaking his head like he’s been waiting for that question. “Man. That is a long-ass story.”

Joaquin smirks. “Good thing I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam huffs a laugh, leaning back against the table. “Alright. Buckle up, Torres, because this one’s a rollercoaster.”

Joaquin raises an eyebrow. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Sam exhales, glancing toward the door where you and Tony had both walked out. His expression softens just a bit.

“It was back where Sokovia Accords kinda shit, tony versus Steve beef,” Sam starts, voice lower now, like he’s telling some old legend. “Bucky was still on the run, brainwashing still messing with his head. And her?” He huffs. “She was still just Stark’s daughter back then. Smart as hell, but young.. hell, we were all young.”

Joaquin leans in slightly. “So what happened?” Sam smirks. “She met him. And from the second she did? It was game over.”

Joaquin tilts his head. “Love at first sight?”

Sam chuckles. “More like enemies to whatever-the-hell-this-is.” Joaquin grins. “Sounds messy.”

“Oh, it was,” Sam confirms. “She was supposed to hate him. Did hate him, at first. But that girl’s got a heart bigger than her damn ego, and Bucky?” He shakes his head. “Man, I don’t know what it was, but something in him just… gravitated toward her.”

Joaquin listens, intrigued. “And then what?” Sam gives him a look. “And then they spent years dancing around each other. Fighting, saving each other’s asses, getting way too close but never close enough. Until finally?” He exhales. “They stopped running.”

Joaquin nods slowly, piecing it all together. “And then the Blip happened.” Sam nods. “Yeah.”

“And she lost him.”

“For five years,” Sam emphasizes, voice tinged with something sad. “And when she finally got him back?”

Joaquin already knows the answer. “He left.”

Sam sighs. “Yeah. He left.”

Joaquin leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. “Okay, yeah, I definitely shouldn’t have come here today.”

Sam snorts. “Told you.” Joaquin shakes his head, still wrapping his head around it. “So what now?”

Sam glances toward the door again, his expression unreadable. “Now?” he says. “Now we wait for the fallout.”

Joaquin smirks, tilting his head as an idea sparks in his mind.

“Or…” he drawls, crossing his arms with a grin. “Let me be the knight in shining armor.”

Sam immediately groans. “Oh, hell no.”

Joaquin raises an eyebrow. “What? She’s single, I’m single, and let’s be real, have you seen me?” He gestures to himself. “I’m a damn catch.”

Sam looks like he’s fighting for his life not to smack him upside the head. “Torres. Listen to me very carefully.” He leans in, lowering his voice. “That woman? She’s been through hell. And if you so much as think about playing games-”

Joaquin holds up his hands, mock offense on his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about playing games? I’m just saying, maybe she needs a distraction.” He smirks. “And who better than me?”

Sam deadpans. “You really got a death wish, huh?”

Joaquin just shrugs, still grinning. “Hey, if Barnes doesn’t want her, someone’s gotta step up.”

Sam stares at him for a long moment. Then, he exhales, shaking his head. “You know what? Fine. Go ahead.”

Joaquin blinks. “Wait, really?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. Go be her knight in shining armor.” Then, his lips twitch into a knowing smirk. “Just don’t cry to me when Barnes rips your head off.”

Joaquin falters slightly. “…He wouldn’t actually-”

Sam claps a hand on his shoulder, grin widening. “Good luck, lover boy.”

Joaquin swallows, his smirk faltering slightly as he glances at Sam again.

“He’s really gonna rip my head off?”

Sam doesn’t even hesitate. “Oh, absolutely”. Joaquin blinks. “Like… actually?”

Sam crosses his arms, giving him a pointed look. “You see the metal arm, right? The one that could punch through a truck like it’s cardboard?”

Joaquin shifts uncomfortably. “Okay, but-hypothetically-what if he, I don’t know, doesn’t kill me?”

Sam huffs out a laugh. “Then you’d be the first.”Joaquin scoffs. “Come on, he’s not that bad.”Sam just stares.Joaquin hesitates. “…Right?”

Sam exhales, shaking his head. “Listen, Torres. I like you. You’re a good guy. But if you go anywhere near her?” He whistles low. “Let’s just say, I don’t think they make caskets pretty enough for what Barnes is gonna do to you.”

Joaquin rubs a hand over his face. “Shit.”

Sam grins, clapping him on the back. “Hey, at least you’ll die pretty.”

Joaquin groans. “You’re so supportive, man.”

“Hey, I’m just being honest,” Sam says, shrugging. “And I’d rather you hear it from me than from Barnes- because trust me, his warning would involve a lot more broken bones.”

Joaquin throws his hands up. “Okay, but let’s think about this for a second. Maybe just maybe he doesn’t care anymore. Maybe he’s moved on, and he won’t even—”

Sam cuts him off with a laugh so sharp and disbelieving that Joaquin physically flinches.

“Oh, Torres,” Sam says, shaking his head. “You sweet, naive little idiot.”

Joaquin frowns. “Why do I feel insulted right now?”

“Because you should,” Sam tells him. “Barnes still cares. Deeply. And if you think he’s just gonna sit back and let you swoop in like some knight in shining armor?” Sam chuckles darkly. “You got another thing coming.”

Joaquin clicks his tongue, thinking it over. “Okay. Alright. But what if she actually wants me to swoop in?”. Sam raises a brow. “You sure you wanna test that theory?”

Joaquin hesitates. “…Not anymore.”

Sam laughs, shaking his head. “Smart man.” Then, after a beat, he smirks. “But, hey—if you do wanna test it, just let me know first. I’d love a front-row seat to the ass-whooping Barnes is gonna give you.”

Joaquin glares. “You are the worst wingman ever.”

Sam grins, completely unbothered. “Nah, I’m just trying to keep you alive.”

But Sam knows better. Joaquin will try even after the warning.

…..

The compound is quiet. Too quiet.

You’re sitting in the kitchen, nursing a drink, staring blankly at the countertop. The day had been… exhausting. Between the mission, the confrontation with Bucky, and Joaquin’s sudden presence stirring things up, your brain feels like it’s been through a blender.

And then, because the universe clearly isn’t done fucking with you, he walks in. Bucky stops when he sees you, his jaw tightening. For a second, he looks like he’s debating whether to turn around and leave.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Barnes. I’m not gonna run just because you’re here.”

His lips press together, and then because he’s just as stubborn as you… he steps further inside, heading toward the fridge. “Didn’t say you would.” You snort. “Right. Because you’re the expert on not running.”

Bucky freezes for half a second, his fingers gripping the fridge handle a little too tightly. Then, he exhales through his nose, pulling out a water bottle. “You’re never gonna let that go, huh?”

You scoff. “You left, Bucky. Twice. What, do you expect me to just pretend like that didn’t destroy me?”

His blue eyes flicker to you, something dark and guilty lurking behind them. He doesn’t say anything.

You shake your head, taking another sip of your drink. “It’s funny, you know. We used to- .” Your cut your words, your voice falters slightly, but you push through it. “Now I don’t even know what we are.”

Bucky swallows, gripping the water bottle like it’s the only thing grounding him. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Yeah?” You let out a bitter laugh. “Well, congratulations, James. You did anyway.”

Silence. Thick. Heavy.

And then, because fate has the worst timing, Joaquin’s voice rings out from the hallway.

“There you are, Stark! I’ve been looking-” He stops in his tracks when he sees you and Bucky, the tension in the air practically suffocating. “…Oh. Shit. Should I, uh—?”

Bucky’s entire posture shifts. His jaw clenches, shoulders tensing, like he’s preparing for battle. Joaquin notices, and because he’s either bold or completely reckless, he smirks.

“Well,” Joaquin drawls, stepping further inside. “This is awkward.” You sigh, rubbing your temple. “What do you want, Torres?”

Joaquin leans against the counter next to you, eyes glancing between you and Bucky like he’s trying to piece something together. “Was just gonna ask if you wanted to take a walk.” He smirks again, looking directly at Bucky this time. “Unless you’re busy?”

Bucky’s grip tightens around the water bottle. You glance between them, realizing exactly what Joaquin is doing. And for some reason… you let him.

You set down your drink, standing up. “You know what? A walk sounds nice.” Joaquin grins, throwing a glance at Bucky. “Cool. Let’s go.”

As you walk past Bucky, you swear you hear the plastic of the water bottle crack in his grip.

You don’t look back.

….

The night air is cool against your skin as you and Joaquin walk side by side, the compound fading into the background. There’s a quiet ease to the moment, but the weight of everything still lingers in your chest.

Joaquin exhales, shaking his head. “Man… I really should’ve stayed home today.”

You snort. “Yeah? What gave it away?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, counting on his fingers. “The insane tension, the death glare from Barnes, the way you looked like you were gonna throw a punch at any second.” He smirks. “Seriously, Stark. That was some heavy shit back there.”

You sigh, rubbing your temple. “Yeah. Welcome to my life.”

Joaquin glances at you, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to read between the lines. “So… you and him. That’s some real history, huh?”

You hesitate, then nod. “Yeah.” He hums in thought. “And you still love him.”

and you still love him. It’s not a question.

You swallow hard, keeping your gaze forward. “Doesn’t really matter.” Joaquin watches you for a second before shaking his head. “You say that, but I don’t think you believe it.”

You huff out a dry laugh. “You a mind reader now, Torres?”

“Nah.” He grins. “Just really observant.”

Something in his tone makes you pause, and when you turn to look at him, there’s something in his eyes… something unreadable, but warm.

He tilts his head slightly, studying you. “You know… I get the feeling you don’t let a lot of people in.”

You hesitate, caught off guard by the shift in his voice. “Not really.”

Joaquin nods, like he already knew that. “Well, if you ever wanna let someone else in…” He gives you a small, knowing smirk. “Just say the word.”

Your breath catches slightly. It’s subtle- not a declaration, not a grand confession. But it’s there. The interest. The possibility.

And for the first time in years… it makes you think. You shake your head, smiling just a little. “You really don’t have a survival instinct, do you?”

Joaquin chuckles. “Hey, what’s life without a little risk?” You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully. “You’re insane.”

He grins. “You have no idea.”

And as you both make your way back toward the compound, you realize something..

Bucky Barnes may still hold pieces of you… but Joaquin Torres?

He’s starting to see you.

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[spring002]

now playing. . . you love me by kimya dawson

the sun was peeking through the blinds, you could see the lighter strands of scaramouche's hair appear more purple than indigo, he laid on your lap. "what do you want to do today, name?" he asked you as you messed with his hair, disheveling it from its usual jellyfish like shape. well, actually, his hair is growing out. it would look so pretty with some bows. imagining it makes him appear more princely than before. so cute, you thought.

"hmm, i don't really want to do anything other than hanging with you. wait, did you have work today?" scaramouche must have work since he already had a day off last week. if he ditches again, his mother would definitely be mad. he'll be skipping his lessons to become the ceo of the raiden company. if he does it again, i'll scold him. as you were lost in your own thoughts, scaramouche just got off the phone.

"not anymore." did he really just get out of work just to hang out with you? how romantic.... and incredibly irresponsible. you huffed, stopping yourself from petting his head,

"wouldn't your mother get angry that you ditching?" you were initiating scolding mode. but when he placed your hand back in his hair, tangling your fingers with his locks, you melted instantly. so much for scolding mode.

"hmm, nah, she'll be fine." you trust his word. after that, you two were quiet, listening to the ambience of the city in the background as you disheveled his hair.

then out of the blue, scaramouche asked, "okay, why are you so quiet, name?"

"what? i didn't even say anything." you spluttered out, pausing your destressing moment with his hair. again, he patted your hand and put it back on his hair. he sighed,

"exactly. by now, you'll be blabbering about some game you're interested in." he's right. you would be raving about a new game or an item you just bought. it wouldn't be bad to ask right?

"can i braid your hair? or add bows to it? i think you would look so pretty."

he quirked a brow, "is my hair long enough for it?"

"it's a bit shaggy so yes." you examined his hair, running your hair through it, detangling it from the process. scaramouche winced a little from the pain as you whispered a sorry and pecked his forehead. after a while, he finally just said,

"alright." however, you don't exactly have the bows on you right now and the only way to get them is if you get them from the bedroom. "scara, honey," you spoke, getting his attention. "i need to get up to get the bows and hair items."

instead of moving away, he stayed still on your lap, you could feel your legs getting number. your nerves were tingling as you tried to wiggle your boyfriend off. "scara, c'mon." you were afraid to get out the big guns. you tried to imply it, "scara, y'know what would happen if you don't get up?"

scaramouche slowly raised up from your lap and said, "honey, i think, i'll get it for you instead. you deserve to sit down and such, is it in the bedroom-" you nodded. "-okay, will be back..."

he was back with a plastic bag filled with bows, ribbons, different clips that varied of different color. you smiled as he placed it on the other side of you and settled into his spot, being your lap. "thank you so much, honey."

he laughed as if he wasn't scared of you earlier, "of course, honey." you picked up a teal ribbon and asked if he liked it. he shrugged and told you it was very pretty. you giggled as you braided it into his hair. the end result? very frizzy but very cute. the teal really helped to bring out the deep indigo color. "do you think this color would be cute on you? orr this color?" you showed him a red ribbon with lace trimmings and a dark blue ribbon with lacy patterns. he chose the dark blue because it would fit better with the teal. "you're so right, scara."

"aren't i always?"

[juukai]

thank you @rhonuscorner @amarynthian-chronicles and @r0tting-rat for the tags!!! I certainly didn't expect that many 😭

last song- I'm back baby - markiplier and schmoyoho, though I've been listening to a loooooot of tub ring and will wood lately.

favorite color- purple and blue! and all the colors in between really, I love that gradient. (some shades of green are also fantastic)

last movie- uhhhh. I honestly think it might have been Beaches (1988)? correct me if I'm wrong, kate lol my daily vc chat throws movies on sometimes but I can't remember if we watched one after that surprise viewing our other friend chose randomly.

last show- boyfriend is showing the vc group castlevania. it's reeeeally good. never watched it or played the games, it's been fun.

sweet/spicy/savory- sweet!! though honestly I love spicy food too, I just crave sweets constantly.

relationship- boyfriend and I are approaching our 2 year anniversary. yes, he's aware I'm also married to the bots, it's okay. he's married to like three characters from ff14 at least.

last google search- "ball python morph for sale" looking to see what the cost would be to replace the girl I just lost, she wasn't a standard bp so I want another morph. she was a banana morph but I'm thinking either a blue eyed lucy or something with an albino lavender gene, though... especially a lavender/dreamsicle cross either as piebald or blackhead. beautiful babies.

no pressure tags!! @hexcii @caterinasmeanrighthook @brizybot @rosescarletful @engel-hageshii aaaaaaaand @crabsnpersimmons (sorry if any of you don't want to be tagged :'D)

Get to know your moots!

Thank you so much for tagging meeeeee @driftingmoonmenace!!!!!!!!💖💖💖

Last Song Sven Figee - Forsaken. I first heard it as the end credit song in a nature documentary about the North Sea that I watched in early december. The whole soundtrack was peak, I often listen to it while writing or drawing, but the end credit song had vocals and it's a pretty powerful song imo.

Favorite Color Yeah no I can't possible pick just the one lol. First, any combo of green/blue (but if we're gonna be specific, phthalo green.) But I'm also really fond of blueish purple shades.

Last Movie Vaiana 2 (Moana 2 but I'm a European peasant). It was... okay. I loved the first one but I didn't have high expectations for the sequel and I was right.

Last Show I'm currently rewatching GoT while waiting for the second half of Outlander's season 7.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory Savory. I used to be a sweet tooth but not anymore I guess. I still like it occasionally but give me savory any day any time. I don't do spicy lol.

Relationship My aroace ass says Viva la Single.

Last Google Search Floor plans for old stately homes I can rebuild in Vintage Story (which is like Minecraft, but difficult. Minecraft but realistic. Minecraft for adults. Highly recommend if your enjoy MC but want more of a challenge with very immersive gameplay mechanics and eldritch horror).

Tagging @scarredlove @juukai @sandcastlekings @mochi-bons

[arcanegifs]

cmon you guys stop it with the garen hate smh his lines with Kat in LOR are so fucking funny ksdjfksdjfksdjfks

If you really want more lesbiabs in League you can also watch/read Leona and Diana!!!!!!!

DOOMED YURI SAVE US ALL

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i loovoooove infodumping woowoaow

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Okay, with Hollow Knight done, I can finally start focusing on other games ... I definitely loved playing all of HK, though. I haven't had that much fun with a game in ages, even if I did have to use a guide. There were so many times where I could have thrown in the towel, but I really did learn how to play the game super quickly--I beat it in Steel Soul Mode twice, I completed both speedrun achievements simultaneously unlocked all five endings, AND beat the Pantheons to succeed at getting 112% completion. Overall, it was a VERY fun time, and I think it was a nice break for me ... now I can return to Limbus feeling refreshed and ready to fully engage with it.

[shima-draws]

Rewatching a playthrough of Danganronpa and it actually shocks me how chill Monokuma is. Even when Kyoko goes around stealing his shit and he finds Makoto with it later he's like. Yeah okay. I don't hold it against you or anything it's cool. LMAO

He has every available opportunity to just kill everyone whenever, especially when they break the rules, but he never does. I really love villains who stick to their own rules so it's fair for everyone else :")

[clumsyclifford]

thanks for tagging me @4thbrighteststar

rules: shuffle your On Repeat and let people pick their favorite from the first five songs!

here goes fingers crossed y'all get normal songs

lemme tag @igarbagecannoteven @allsassnoclass @kaleidoscopeminds @burstingsunrise anddd @daydadahlias

(commentary on each song under the cut)

wish you were sober: i had a moment with this song several years after everyone else did

chemicals: had a moment with this ALBUM.

stuttering: god okay i don't know WHY this is still on my on repeat except for, i assume, that every time it plays when i listen to my on repeat it self-reinforces its position. i WAS listening to it, and them, a lot, back when i saw them live earlier this year, no shame, but its time is frankly up

kissinginacarcrash: surprised to find this on here! i'm studying for a telltale concert im going to with my friend. this is one of their better songs imo

bet on it: ...i was afraid this would happen. my sister and i jammed out to all three hsm soundtracks on a long drive earlier this week. there is nothing like belting out bet on it and scream in a car with your sister. so then i kept listening to those two songs. scream is also in fact on this playlist right now.

[anonyanonymouse]

I'm really excited for the character songs but I am keeping my expectations as low as the ground

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[margindoodles2407]

GUYS GUYS DID YOU KNOW.

THE LEGEND OF ZELDA