#'oh your shoes are just adding a little weight‚ don't worry!'

[garden-eel-draws]

Me, having finally regained 5lbs after years of struggling to maintain weight: my ass has finally returned from the war...

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Baby punks!

Listen up. I got a few tips and stuff.

1: Thrift everything. I'm not even remotely kidding. You can go MILES with the shit available at thrift stores and only spend like 10 bucks. I go to Goodwill about once a week and I find more than I even really need.

If you wanna make patches but don't have anything to cut up, just buy like 3 pairs of jeans for like 3 dollars and you'll be set up for a while. Cloth, clothes, gadgets, wallets, jackets, even shoes. If you're worried that punk is "expensive", you're not looking in the right places.

2: Five Below. They have really solid fabric paints and stencils you can get. Also check out Joann's and Michael's. They got needles, embroidery floss, fabric paints, fabrics, etc. But be wary about those two, prices are up due to inflation.

3: YouTube tutorials are your friend!! If you're confused about how to do something, take to the web. You won't get all your answers, but you sure will find how to attach a zipper to your pants.

4: Dental floss. This is brought up every time in these discussions because it works. If you need to sew something onto your pants, jacket, whatever, use dental floss. You can snatch some up at CVS. It is very helpful.

5: Find a jacket with wide armpits. Especially if it's denim and especially if you plan on adding zip-off sleeves. ESPECIALLY if you have armpit hair. Just trust me on this.

6: Do you drink soda/beer/other canned beverages? Because if you do, save them. The cans, the tabs, all of it. It can be very useful. The cans, you can turn into spikes. The tabs can be helpful for zippers, chainmail, whatever you might use them for.

7: Believe in what you're saying. Don't just claim you stand for human rights, put it into action. Learn. Understand that some women, black people, and/or other minorities are gonna be hesitant to trust you and understand why. Know when it is your turn to participate in a conversation, and don't force your way into a community or conversation that isn't yours. You're going to be in a strange place where you've been pushed away from all the bigots in your life but can't go to other minority communities because they don't know whether or not you can be trusted. And don't try to make them know that you're "one of the good whites/men/etc". You're gonna need to find community and put weight behind your words. A friend or a relative says something just a little bit off? Don't laugh it off, make them know it was wrong (my go-to is to stare at them in silence the moment they say it and not budge until they repent the comment). Nobody's gonna trust you unless you mean what you say.

8: Don't listen to the gatekeepers. Anybody who tells you "oh well, that's not really punk, you're a poser!" Is missing the point and is hence the real poser.

9: Participate in the culture! Really! Go to playlists, find local bands. Go to a punk show. Make friends, participate in rallies/protests.

10: Be you! Seriously, be you. Whatever you think would look cool or would be comfy, do it. Literally, if you wanna turn a winter coat into a battle jacket, go for it. The key to punk is expression. Don't feel like you've gotta meet up to everyone else's standards. Punk fashion should be a tool to help you find yourself and what you're comfortable in, what you enjoy. If you're doing something to fit in, you're doing it wrong, and you're doing yourself a disservice.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 4: I'm creepy?...

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

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your POV:

back at the hotel, I went straight to my room, putting all of my clothes that angel bought for me in there drawers and hangers. angel said that there weren't any shoes that work for my paws so he said to try and wear toeless socks....there comfortable but I just have to be carful were I step. walking to the lobby I decided to grab a drink, sitting on the stool "what do you want kid?" "nothing strong" sliding the drink over to me I decide to ask about what happened earlier "hay husk right..." "yeah?" "do you know who valentino is?", setting down the glass he was cleaning he turns "hes an overlord, part of the Vees ...owns a strip club angel works at" well that explains it "what's an overlord?" "you ask to many damn questions kid" "sorry...just asking since I'm still getting used to the permeant damnation thing..." "overlords are powerful demons, ranked by there power over others. humans deal in favors and money, but down here...you deal in souls. and fuckers like radio face abuse that power" radio face? that's new "you mean Alastor? "yeah kid, hes an overlord, haven't you ever seen those posters outside?" now that I think about it, no...I haven't but that would explain his whole dark and twistedness "is that why hes so creepy.." "I'm creepy?...", whipping my head around my heart feels like it just fell out of my ass "oh how you wound me dear, tell me what makes me so creepy hmm..." "well I- no I didn't mean- how long have you been standing there..." "well I heard my name and couldn't help but listen, tell me what is it that has peeked your interest in me?", "w-well husk was telling me about overlords and that you were uhm-...one" "ah yes my dear, husker is correct!, what brought up such a subject?" "oh well... me and angel ran into this Valentino guy and when I asked angel he looked so scared..." "hmm well if he works for valentino, then there's a high chance he made a contract" "contract?" "yes, a contract for his soul~" of course, a contract or a deal for a soul "husk also said something about the Vees who are they?" hearing loud static I look up, Alastors smile was tight and his expression was that of irritation, the static getting louder "oh nobody important..." "oookk..." I'm not gonna pry into that anymore, I like my second life...sorta.

Alastors POV:

so our little bunny got into some trouble with the Vees? and it seems valentino has caught interest in her, I cant have that... "tell me dear what did valentino say to you?" "hmm he asked me if I wanted to work for him, said he could make me rich or something like that" oh Valentino, how does one fine joy in taking advantage of young women, maybe he has an animal fetish or something, for once that makes my skin crawl "and what did you say?" "I told him no naturally, the guy has no boundaries, and from the way he treated angel I don't think I would want to work for somebody like him" hmm smart girl~ "well its good to know your alright!" wouldn't want my toy to be broken before iv played with it first... "i just hope angel is ok" "you need not worry about angel, I'm sure hes doing just fine dear, you shouldn't get involved" especially with the likes of such nasty people like valentino, how dare he attempt to steal my plaything, I guess ill have to show him that I don't like sharing.

your POV:

chatting with Alastor and husk I feel a bit tired, probably had one to many refills of my drink, iv always been a light weight... "its getting a bit late, I think I'm gonna head to bed now" husk takes my half empty glass as I stand from the stool "well goodnight my dear, sweet dreams~..."

I had writers block for like 30min because I just felt like adding a whole extra part for Alastor and it nearly killed me!!! but anyways I love you guys and please enjoy this chapter stay tuned~

-squerlly

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about offices and feelings(2)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader WC: 1.7k words Warning: Dirty thoughts. Pining.

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Eight minutes.

That was when the fire department was expected to show up, in eight minutes.

An eternity, in Steve's opinion, considering you two were stuck in an elevator, which had just been falling with you inside, broken.

The building's security team had someone who looked at the thing and assured him that it wouldn't move and that you two were safe, but it didn't help calm either of you down.

"Are they sure?" you asked, sounding frightened still.

Steve turned to you, finding you right in the same spot he had left you, unmoving.

"That we won't fall more?" you added.

Oh, goodness, you were shaking!

He forced himself to nod. Was he? No. But he wouldn't tell you that, of course.

"Elevators have... uh..." he looked for words, trying to remember what he had learned in the last security and evacuation protocol - which he imagined you hadn't gone through yet, considering it was a yearly training, and it was a few months away. "A braking system, you know? They stop it from falling, and... eight cables hold it in place, each able to take the full weight of the elevator. I think."

He wasn't sure of any of it but was certainly clinging to it, and it seemed to relieve you.

"Really?" you asked, looking a little less tense already.

Steve nodded quickly, and you swallowed down, patting around for your bag, but it was a little too far, and he knelt in front of you, making you nearly jump.

"Don't!" you gasped. "Don't move too fast!"

He slowed down, tense.

"Of course," he agreed quickly. "I'll... slow down."

Steve picked up your bag and opened it in front of you, setting it on your lap.

He watched as you picked up a big steel cup, drinking from a straw with big gulps, and closed your eyes, breathing in and out slowly.

"It's okay," he assured you. "It's okay, we are safe."

You nodded, still breathing in slowly.

"This is not how I thought I would start my Friday night," you laughed nervously.

He sat down by your side carefully, and you followed him with your eyes.

"Did you have any plans?"

You grimaced a bit, still not looking completely like your usual confident self.

"Hm... well,"  you seemed to look for words. "Alone time. To decompress from work."

Steve nodded along a bit.

"Long week?" he asked. "It mustn't be the easiest thing to work for Tony."

You looked away from him, looking suddenly flushed.

"Yeah," you mumbled. "That's... that's what I need to decompress for."

He sat silently there, rolled his sleeves up, feeling a little warm, and looked over at you when you fanned yourself with a hand.

"Hot?" he asked.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah," you squeaked. "I got... a few layers."

Oh?

"Like an undershirt?" he asked.

"For modesty," you mumbled. "Buttons can be a little tricky to wear."

His eyes automatically fell on your tits but caught himself just as quickly, and you didn't seem to notice.

"You can..." he gestured, looking away. "I mean... I will."

He tugged on his own shirt, half-assed unbuttoning it.

Steve didn't want you to be uncomfortable, after all.

He rolled his sleeves as high-up as possible and opened the shirt, and would have kicked off his shoes if he wasn't over-worrying about his feet smelling bad.

To his surprise, when he looked over at you, you had both taken off your full shirt - wearing just a thick top in the same colour - and were staring at his forearms, looking decidedly pleased.

Oh?

He flexed his hand, and you inhaled deeply, clearing your throat and looking away.

Oh.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"It's fine," he assured you. "I... hm..."

What would he even say?!

You chuckled nervously.

"Lots of muscles for an office job," you joked.

He laughed out, relaxing a bit more.

"I mean, have you ever seen the amount of product we get through in my department?" he joked back. "Gotta be able to carry it up and down."

You giggled.

"Yeah, I mean... lots of marketing products," you teased. "I'm sure the boss is the one who picks up most stuff."

Steve raised his eyebrows, squinting, and you covered your face with a hand.

"Sorry," you said quickly. "I didn't think it would come out mean. I know you work a lot, just less visibly."

"Like you," he added. "Tony can't function without an assistant."

You snorted.

"You tell me," you snorted. "At least it's good pay."

Again, you two fell into silence.

"Is that how you decompress?" you asked. "Gym?"

He nodded.

"Sometimes," he shrugged. "I used to be a pretty skinny guy when I was young, so I got into fitness to help with my health problems, and then it became more about how much I liked doing it."

You nodded a bit, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, good thing," you agreed.

Steve frowned a bit. Why were you looking so bothered?

"What?"

You shook your head.

"Waiting for the moment when you'll bring some health issue you probably think I have to tell me that the gym is going to solve it," you spoke, sounding very annoyed.

It surprised him for a moment.

"How would I know anything about your health? I'm not your doctor," he shook his head. "This... I wasn't.... I didn't think about weight. I mean..."

He was both confused and annoyed. Did people bring up that with you all the time?

That was rude.

"I had asthma and arrhythmia," he told you. "Heart palpitations, high blood pressure, scoliosis... flat feet, constantly had sinusitis..."

You were positively shocked.

"Wait, lifting weights fixed all of it?"

He chuckled.

"A bit," he told you, reaching for his work back and taking his inhaler from inside. "I still have to carry this around. But it helped with my heart and the stuff related to it, and with the allergies that caused the sinusitis."

You nodded along, very impressed.

"Oh, and I had chronic anaemia," he remembered. "Which is why I focus a lot on my iron intake. Lots of liver."

You grimaced.

"Oh, poor you," you half-laughed, looking genuinely icked.

He giggled a bit.

"I guess making you dinner at my home is out of question, then," he spoke, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could even stop himself.

You turned to him fast and wide-eyed.

"What?" you gasped

He swallowed down, embarrassed.

"What, what?"

"I'm sorry," he spoke quickly. "That was unprofessional of me."

You two stared at one another, and you let out a long breath that seemed like a mix of laugh and shock, which embarrassed him.

Was the idea of going out with him that bad?

"No," you spoke quickly. "No, no. I mean... that wasn't... I..."

You covered your face with your hands, looking absolutely embarrassed.

"I didn't mean it like that," you said quickly. "I'm just surprised. That is it. I mean... I- I... I..."

He wanted to calm you down through the stutters, but he was just as surprised and confused.

"I thought I saw you looking at me," you squeezed out of yourself. "And I... I-I thought you were judging me. Every time you did."

Steve raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Judging you?"

"This big, beefy gym guy," you told him. "Practically following me with his eyes, I thought you thought..."

But you didn't complete your train of thought.

"I mean, wanting to take me out for dinner was the last thing I'd think you were thinking about."

And once again, Steve let out something stupid.

"Well, I was thinking a great many things, miss."

And to his surprise, you outrightly grabbed his hand.

"Like what?" you asked, staring right at your face.

And it took everything in him not to just show you exactly what he wanted to do to you.

"We are in an elevator, probably being watched by whoever takes care of security," he half-whispered. "I'm not sure it would be considered polite to speak and do the things I want to."

You swallowed down, flushing in response.

"I'm not the only one, then," you looked at his face, all coy.

Steve had to will himself to stay proper.

Still, he leaned in closer to you, giving you space to come closer.

A kiss.

Just one kiss, and he could keep everything proper with you.

You met him halfway, pressing your lips to his and cupping his face with a hand.

It was sweet and warm, your lips were just as soft as he thought they would be, and Steve did his best to keep it appropriate.

You, though, weren't sharing the same thought, and just as you pressed your tongue to his lips, the elevator shook itself and the lights came on, making the two of you jump in surprise.

The two of you stood up, but the elevator didn't stop, just moving down as if nothing had happened.

He helped you gather stuff, and by the time you go to the existing floor, you had your shirt over yourself and your purse in your hands.

"There you are," someone spoke as the door opened.

The firefighter's team.

"We are sorry for any delays," the chief started talking. "It-"

"We are safe and fine," you said quickly. "It's great. Thank you for saving us, but we gotta get going."

Steve turned to you in a bit of surprise, but you just grabbed his hand.

You did?

"We have a prior engagement we are very late to," you told them. "Thank you."

And what else could he do but blush and follow you along?

You guided him down to the garage without even seeming to think much, and you stopped right as you go to the empty lot, and you finally looked at his face.

"I might be about to embarrass myself," you decided. "And this is going to be so fast. But I really want to fuck you."

Oh. Good, good.

Steve was a bit stunned for a moment, but not unhappy at all.

"I live nearby," you told him. "And I have two garage spots."

He nodded quickly. Good, then.

"I'll follow you," he decided. "Lead the way.”

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Goody two shoes

Chapter 2 Tears and fruit tea

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Summary: Gloria wakes up with shocking news on her part and then she have to go with her parents and older brother great

TW: finally real tw body shaming, nigerian parents, low self esteem, misoginy towards heroines, dick of a borther,

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Gloria woke up with knocking on her door, she already knew who it was, she opened the door

" Eniola is 8 am, what do you want?" she asked obviously still sleepy, the other girls was blasting the tablet screen on her face

" What?"

" Read it"

" The worst hero ever, does Spider Thorn know she have to catch the thief not letting them go, I can't believe on what I'm about to say but it seems that we have to rely on spiderman not a spiderwoman" she quoted and there was tape of her and Hobie

" That asshole of J. Jonah Jameson" Eniola was fuming

" Eny calm down is not that bad" she yawned and sat down on the bed, her bestfriend followed her

" Yeah but the comment....."

" Let them be at the end of the day I'm still doing my job"

" Alright, anyway Miles and the group are going to look around are you coming" the girls sighed

" Nah Ikenna is back I'm going to lunch with the family, so after" she explained

" Are you going to be okay?" her friend gave her a worried look

" Yes don't worry" she smiled soon after Eniola left

After some times Gloria was finally ready to see her family, she didn't know why she was that nervous, well she knew her older brother was consider the perfect son, from education to job. He was the CEO of a big tech company in London. Even if they were sibling it never felt like they were, he was way older than her. Many people mistaken them for son and daughter.

The closer she got to her destination, the more her spidey senses tingled, since she got bit everytime her brother was near him her sense pricked

" There she is" she could hear her mother voice, she put on a smile and walked over, she hugged her brother

" Oh my god Gloria you've grown so much" he smiled

" Hi bro, is been a while" she sat down

" Now that everybody is here we can start ordering" her father said

" So how is NYU going?"

" Is going well, I'm almost done with coding project, how is London?" she explained

" A little bit gloomy, it reminds me of here"

" I have a friend from there his name is Hobie and....

" He? I hope you are not doing anything stupid" her mother warned, she rolled her eyes

" Gloria don't roll your eyes at your mother" her father pointed a finger at her

" Sorry mom, but you are exaggerating I said that he's a friend and I'm almost 20...and...." she stop and sighed

" Sorry mom but you don't need to worry, he's just a friend and he's not even my type" the waiter finally came with food, she hoped that with food the tension would have loosen up, but she was wrong.

" Is it not too much?" her father pointed at her food, she closed her eyes she knew exactly what was about to come

" I skipped breakfast to come here and....

" Your father is right, and too much food will make you sleepy and if you are sleepy you will study less" she exhaled deeply, she started to eat

" Mom I appreaciate that you are worried about my health but the food portion is fine" she

" I'm worried because if you gain weight....

" Mom please stop this a celebration for my coming back, I wiil be so sad if Gloria starves" Ikenna added, stopping their mother ranting, the lunch went completly in silence, with only some questions and answers.

" Oh I forgot what about that girl you were seeing what's her name... Amara...no Amaka yes Amaka"

" We are still together and going strong" he said all bashful, making all the family smile

" So when are you going to her father's house?" their father asked, the man smiled

" Very soon" they all clapped their hands

" Congratulation bro" she patted on his back

" Oh we are going to have grandchildren soon" their mother sang excitedly

" Mom I haven't proposed yet, I don't know if she will say yes"

" She will you are a good man" they continued to eat the atmosphere was , she looked at her phone and giggled

" Who is it?" her mother asked

" Uhm Eniola, her and Miles are near with some our old classmates from V.I.S.I.O.N" her smile deminshed

" So you are leaving soon?" she nodded in response

" Alright but first get changed" she looked at her mother confused

" Uhm what's wrong with what I'm wearing"

" Wait you are going to meet your firends like that mba agaghị ekwe omume, you stomach is showing is not looking good, like if you were some pounds lighter...." she stood up and all eyes were on her, her heart was beating fast, like somebody was about to rip it out

" Mom I'm going to go like this, and I thought you said I was beautiful"

" Yes you are, but I'm worried about you"

" Then please be less worried, you are always up my ass"

" Gloria..."

" Dad please as much I respect you I'm not in the mood for your shouting" she massaged her temples

I probably look like Miguel now

" Mom I know you love me but please let me be , I'm not a kid, I have my own job, and all my successes should make you think wow I have a responsible daughter"

" Alright sorry I didn't mean to make you feel a certain way"

" Thank you, I need to go, see you"

" Are you not coming home?" Ikenna asked

" No I will explain you later" she tip the waiter and left, not know that her friend saw what happened, she started to leave

Why do mom and dad do this everyday, first they compliment me and then demoralize me the worst way possible. Or are they saying the thruth do I really look that hideous?

Suddenly she felt a hand gripping her arm, she turned around and it was Hobie, he had a terrified look that turned into an angry one.

" Have you lost your mind? You could have been hit by a car" he shouted at her, she finally understood the situation.

" I'm sorry I... I don't know what got into me" her lips where shaking the the boy noticed her eyes becoming glossy

" Is fine are you alright?"

" Uhm yes I just need a cold drink" she dried the thin layer of sweat on her forhead, they walked towards a cafe the punk artist eyes never stop following

" Oh is that is not our girl Gloria" the cafe honour shouted making the girl smile

" Hi Aileen can I have alarge mango fruit tea with apple poppoing ball" they seated down

" So what about your new fine boyfriend" Aileen asked them

" No... no he's a good friend Hobie" the girls answered nervously

" What does your friend Hobie wants then?"

" What she order" he answered bluntly, he was not even answering he was still staring the girl who was seated in front of him

" What?"

" You literally got almost hit by car

" I got distracted okay" she tried to avoid his piercing black eyes, he gave up on having an answer they remained in silent, with the sound of people and children chatting

" Here you go your two mango fruit tea"

" Thank you how much..."

" Is on the house especially after you helped my kids passing their exams"

" Alright" the lady left them to the enjoy the drink

" So you helped her kids to pass their exams'" she nodded at the question

" Yes, many of their classmates were paying alot of money for tutors they even have one for every subject but they couldn't afford it so I offered myself, I had to convinve my parents though"

" Why? You are helping people who are in need"

" Right? But it seem that they don't get it, they thought it would have distracted me from my studies, they said if they couldn't afford it they should have never gone to VISIONS"

" Oh they are some capitalistic cunts" he commented leaving the girl speachless for later on bursting in laughter

" Yes they are"

" But trust me they were not like that before"

"Really?" he looked at her skeptical

" Yes, when they came here they lived in a bedroom apartment in Queens, after some years they had me we were still living in poverty they were kind, lovable and they were my parent"

" Then the money came and they literally froze the same people who told me that they would have supporting they.........." she felt tears going down her

" Sorry I don't know why I'm saying all of this" she laughed trying to dry her tears

" I'm so stupid"

" No you're not, some parents fucking suck and you should be feeling soffocated by those twats" he dried her tears, she didn't expect his hands to be this soft and warm, she felt her face heating

" Thank you" she whispered, he smiled making her more bashful

" We should go and meet the other" he cleared his throat

" Yes we should" they stood up

" Did you liked it?" she pointed at the drink

" Yes it was sweet" he smiled looking at her

" Good"

AN: Sorry this is another long chaoter epsecially for the mobile reader, I'm writing this on my lapton and I noticed that is too long on the mobile app.

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Day 4 - Hiding an Injury

Hmmm this one was a toss-up, but I'm happy with this!

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TWs: burns, blood, torn skin, overworking

Mariano wasn't entirely sure that he hadn't died on the way to work that morning. He just couldn't be positive, because it felt like he'd been pulled into hell. There had been another nightmare, another case of his magic sparking during the night.

Bastian had helped him get his stomach bandaged this time so he was at least rested, but that didn't change the fact that he still had a twelve hour shift to get through. No one else could fill in to close, so he just decided to suck it up. It didn't make it more fun, though, especially since he didn't want any of the teenagers to realize he'd been injured. They had enough to worry about without him adding to it.

The kids were more than happy to do the reaching and bendingsince they got to tease him about getting old. Abby was sincerely excited to learn how to clean the ice maker, too. She happily hopped up onto the stepladder, scraping at the ice buildup like it had personally wronged her.

Really, Mariano was feeling decent until Abby went on lunch.

A small rush filed in, with impatient business people lining up to try the new seasonal drink. Jason had thought that a gingerbread mocha would be popular as winter started to roll in, and he'd proved right. People were seeing the little sign they'd made and deciding to give it a shot--and others were hearing the pleasantly surprised reactions when the people ahead of them tried it.

Mariano had already gone through the first gingerbread crumb container and the backup crumb container. He felt a weight settle into his stomach as he scooped up the last bits inside for the latest mocha. "I'll be right back," He said apologetically as the next person stepped up and ordered the umpteenth gingerbread mocha of the hour. "Just getting more from the back."

His side throbbed as he walked to the storeroom and reached up above his head. Mariano swallowed down a whine as a chill shot through his gut. Abby was right there at the tiny table with only one earbud in. She needed to finish taking her break in peace.

"Need any help, gramps?" She called casually, seeming to realize what he was doing. "Don't throw out your back."

He laughed, managing to keep his voice from sounding too strained as the bandages rubbed against the raw skin of his burn. "No, no, you're on break. I just need more gingerbread." The crumb was almost in reach as he started inching the package forward with his fingertips. He needed to have another talk with them about not putting heavy things up so high.

"Good god, they're like sharks for that stuff." She snorted. He didn't hear her getting up. "Weird holiday sharks. They don't want blood, they want cinnamon and ginger."

"Maybe we need to tell Jason to have worse ideas in pre-calculus--" Mariano's flat joke was cut off by two things happening at once. He felt warmth start to drip down his stomach, blooming into the bandage as the burn tore open, and he felt his hold on the box slip.

He cursed as the box's weight dropped onto his face and sent the world exploding into stars and the smell of blood. He staggered as the thunk of the box hitting the floor filled the tiny area and made Abby yelp in surprise.

As Mariano brought his hand up to cup his nose, he felt his shoulder hit the wall. Abby's shoes squeaked around the corner, and he heard her gasp. "Oh--shit." She hurried closer. "Oh that's--that's a lot of blood."

Mariano blinked hard, shaking his head. "It's--it's alright. It's okay. Noses bleed a lot." He sounded like he had the worst cold of his life.

"No--Mariano, your stomach is like, gushing blood." The tremble in Abby's voice made him look down. As she'd said, blood was spreading along the lower half of his sweater, right over where he'd burned himself the night before.

"...Ah." He said, settling into a familiar calm. "Abby, I'm sorry. Could you get the first aid kit from the bathroom and bring it to the office? I can handle this, it looks much worse than it is."

"What's going on?" She demanded, not moving just yet. She was getting louder, and sounding more nervous. "What's happening? Do I need to call emergency services?"

"I have a burn on my stomach, and I think I just stretched the skin too far." Mariano said, meeting her eye and keeping his voice level. "It's not an emergency. I've dealt with this before. Take a deep breath."

Abby nodded, taking a deep breath in and holding it. She let it go after a few seconds, seeming calmer when Mariano nodded again, encouragingly at her. "Okay. First aid kit, office, then I'll go finish up the rush." She darted towards the door before he could stop her. "And you can't tell me no! I'll just finish my break later!"

Mariano couldn't help feeling warm about her being so insistent. He took a seat in the peeling computer chair, promised Abby that she could have whatever pastry she wanted in exchange for the first aid kit when she came back with it, and took a deep breath. Abby had the customers handled, and as he peeled his bloody sweater from his stomach, he knew he had himself handled.

[swimmingcleaner]

The Ultimate Guide to Ethnic Dresses for Baby Girls

The Ultimate Guide to Ethnic Dresses for Baby Girls: Stylish, Adorable, and Oh-So-Traditional! When it comes to dressing up our little princesses, nothing trumps the charm of ethnic wear. Baby girls dressed in traditional attire? Still can't breathe; that's how taken my heart has been! From a family function, festival, or just a Sunday when you feel like celebrating your culture, ethnic dresses are the ultimate show-stoppers!. But with so many choices available (and a toddler who won't sit still), how does one choose the perfect outfit? Don't worry, dear reader! We'll walk you through the colorful world of baby ethnic fashion for girls. Get ready to LOL, for the beautifulness, and some major "awwws"!

1. Cotton Skirts for Girls: Comfort Meets Elegance

For starters, there are the unsung heroes of ethnic wear—the humble cotton skirt. These are not only adorable but also super practical. Unlike fussy dresses, a cotton skirt lets your little one move, groove, and occasionally chase the family dog without discomfort. Try pairing it with a cute blouse or even just a plain top to bring out the old with the new. Add a dash of accessories like bangles or a teeny-weeny bindi and voila! Your little baby girl is ready to steal hearts. Why Cotton Skirts Rock: Perfect for summer weddings or hot festival days (because sweat is not cute). Easier to maintain—spills? No problem, toss it in the wash. Can be mixed and matched with any other outfit. Pro Tip: Pick dresses that have an elastic waistband. Toddlers hate buttons or zippers unless they are trying to undo them! 2. Toddler Girl's Birthday Dress: Princess Vibe Activated Ah, birthdays—a magical day where mom and dad prepare for weeks, only for the birthday girl to cry over an uneven slice of cake. Still, the outfit is non-negotiable. A birthday frock for baby girls is a must-have, and ethnic-inspired frocks bring a fresh twist to the celebration. Envision a frock with zari embroidery or delicate mirror work. The meeting of olden designs with the modern styles of frock is genius through and through. She's going to look absolutely royal for the 'Gram but so comfortable that she can just blow those candles.

Birthday Frock Checklist:

Soft fabrics are in order to avoid any "itchy dress" tantrums. Frocks should come with fun elements like sequins, ruffles, or even a mini dupatta! Go with sparkly shoes for some added oomph.

3. Kurta Set for Kids- Miniature Elegance

You see what's even cuter than a baby girl? A baby girl in a kurta set for kids. It's traditional, stylish, and oh-so-classy. Be it for Diwali, a casual family dinner, or any other such occasion, the outfit of a kurta set stays fittingly perfect. Kurta sets come in all styles—from embroidered to printed and even pastel shades for a modern twist. Pair the kurtas with leggings or churidars, and do not forget to add a matching dupatta for that "aww" factor. Why Kurta Sets Win: They are actually practical for all-day events, allowing maximum comfort. Available in a range of sizes and designs to suit every occasion. Perfect for twinning moments if you also plan to wear a kurta. Styling Tip: Throw in a teeny weeny jutti - traditional Indian footwear to complete the style. Caution Ahead: Be prepared for a deluge of compliments by aunties at the event. 4. Chaniya Choli for Kids: The Teeny Little Twirl Machines When the Garba or the wedding occasion knocks, the chaniya choli for kids is the real deal. This Gujarati-inspired outfit throws vibrant colors, intricate embroidery, and those gorgeous mirror details. Bonus: Seeing your little girl twirl around in the skirt as if she is the stage star. Spoiler: She is. Chaniya cholis are versatile enough to fit in everything from Navratri nights to photo shoots.

How to Choose the Perfect Chaniya Choli:

Opt for light-weight fabrics that will not weigh your child down so she can dance and twirl freely. Ensure the waistband is adjustable because, Lord knows, kids grow faster than you do! Accent it all with bangles, a sweet maang tikka, and maybe even a little potli bag. Mom Tip: Always have an extra outfit on hand. Kids and desserts are a mishmash. 5. Blending Modern with Traditional Who says ethnic wear can’t be trendy? These days, you’ll find fusion outfits that combine the best of both worlds. Think denim jackets over lehengas or crop tops paired with cotton skirts. This blend ensures your baby girl looks traditional but also stands out from the crowd. And of course, do not forget to play with colors. Bright hues such as mustard yellow, fuchsia pink, and turquoise blue are always winners. And how good they look in photographs!

6. Fabric First: Baby-Friendly

Let's be honest here; sometimes traditional outfits are stunning but not so baby-friendly. Always prioritize soft, breathable fabrics like cotton, silk blends, or georgette to keep your little one comfortable. And remember: babies have a talent for spilling things. Go for outfits that are easy to clean and maintain. No use spending a lot of money on heavy zari work if it is going to be drenched in chocolate pudding in 10 minutes.

7. The Art of Accessorizing

Accessories are the icing on the cake of any ethnic outfit. For a baby girl, the less, the merrier. Steer clear of heavy jewelry and opt for lightweight ones like: Bangles (soft ones to avoid scratches). Hair bands or clips with ethnic designs. Anklets with small bells for that sweet chhan-chhan sound. 8. Where to Shop? From boutique stores to online platforms, the world is your oyster. Look for brands that specialize in kids' ethnic wear to ensure quality and comfort. Bonus points if they offer matching parent-child outfits (because why should only the baby have all the fun?).

Conclusion: Dressing Up, Smiles, and Memories

The most important thing about ethnic dresses for baby girls is that it should balance tradition, comfort, and cuteness well. Be it a casual breezy cotton skirt or a dazzling chaniya choli for a festive occasion, there's something magical about your little one embracing her cultural roots in style. And remember, the real joy isn’t just in the outfit—it’s in the giggles, the twirls, and the unforgettable memories you’ll create. So go ahead, dress her up, and get ready for a flurry of compliments (and probably a few requests for pictures).

[frost-eyed-autumn]

He breathes out the loudest, gustiest, most inconvenienced sigh he can possibly manage, rolling his head back.

"You still - don't - get it, do you, pipsqueak?"

The pitch blackness didn't bother him one bit. The Mafia worked by night, and while there was no moon nor city lights to fill in the gaps here, the red glow from his Ability sufficed just fine. As a matter of fact, it worked even better in some ways, since red didn't make the pupils contract in darkness like other wavelengths of light.

He still only had the impressions of shape, but that was all that he needed, stepping forward with slow, deliberate steps.

"You're already caught by my Ability. You have been since the moment I touched you. Furthermore, so long as you're touching a common solid object that I'm making contact with, like a concrete floor, I don't need to be able to see you so long as I already know where you are. If you weren't stuck stationary to one spot, that might be a different story, but since you can't move, you've already lost."

He plants a shoe on the side of Edward's head, forcing it down against the ground, while his hands shove into his pockets.

He had so many options of how he could really hurt this kid if he wanted to. Ping-pong him between the walls. Beat him unconscious with kicks and punches. Apply so much Gravity that the little punk's lungs collapsed under the weight and he asphyxiated. He has enough restraint not to do any of it, but the thoughts of it sure are tempting.

Besides, he's sure that other brat in the armor was probably crawling to Ango right now, begging him to come save this little punk from his wrath, and he was already fed up without adding two more dissenting voices into the mix.

"You almost managed to impress me for a moment. Its not a lot of people who have the guts to defy me like that, but I'm starting to realize its just to make up for a lack of brains. I'm done playing around with you, you fucking brat."

He almost wants to grind his heel into the side of his head, but he restrains himself.

"If you were smart, you would have simply taken up my offer and apologized and we could've all shaken hands on it and been on our merry way. It would have taken a lot less time and energy than this childish little tantrum you put on. I'm sure you think you're being a real tough guy right now, but real strength knows when you've bitten off more than you can chew. I bet you think you're being oh so noble too playing the martyr for your brother, but all you've really done is prove that you value your pride above everything, including him."

Now that he thought about it, Edward somewhat reminded him of someone. Another blond bastard "brother" that was too busy deciding for himself what was right for his younger to see past his own nose. It hadn't crossed his mind before, but now that he saw some resemblance between Edward and Verlaine, it only ticked him off even more, pressing Edward's head down a little bit more underfoot.

"I'm sure you've probably already got a come-back lined up for how I'm wrong, but if you really gave a damn about how your brother felt and whether he was happy, you wouldn't wave him on to go traipsing up on stage without you and tell him not to worry about it. I'm sure that kid's mind must be going a mile a minute with nothing but worry, and you probably didn't even think about that, did you?"

God, he really wanted to beat this kid to a pulp right now.

"Say whatever you want about me and us mafia types, but at least I know how to tell the difference between necessary sacrifice and prideful selfishness that puts the burden back on everyone else."

It took all his willpower to move his foot from atop Edward's head instead of crushing it like a gods damned grape, swiveling to strut across the room. He didn't even check if the door was able to be opened or not, slamming his foot into it so that the entire wall the door was attached to splintered apart and came crashing down, letting light flood back into the dark space.

Pausing in silhouette, he cast a nasty glare back over his shoulder, curling his lip back in a sneer.

"I can't stand people like you. Go ahead and go prance on stage like a pretty little trick pony for the government's publicity parade. Maybe one day you'll wise up and realize what a stupid fucking farce it actually is, and what's really important."

He was done with this petty squabble, striding away with heavy, angry steps to make his way back to the Port Mafia's headquarters (and damn the stupid "award").

Only once he had disappeared from sight where that fool of a brat couldn't retaliate and drag the fight on did he let his Gravity finally fade so Edward could get back up.

｡*◯ ⃝ ☁️ ꜜ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⭒ ݁ . ⠀ ⠀  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ` as stupid as he thinks — For edward too that moment of floating . after being kicked directly in the stomach, saliva and eyes widening in that pain. echoing clap was heard.

𔓕 𓂅𓄹࣪ ،،⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ I'm the stupid one, well thanks for the seconds movement ! ❞

𓇢 ᛫ ᤲ ✦𓈒⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀for just as he hit the ground, using his hands to save his fall from too much damage and also to touch the ground. spark escalated through the floor boards all the way to the lights. knocking them until it was completely dark in the room. perhaps he couldn't beat him in terms of one on one abilities but perhaps he could out smart him.

𔓕 𓂅𓄹࣪ ،،⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ but makes me wonder if you can use your ability against something you can't see ! ❞

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 / HQ 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

‿︵ 1.8k words + comfort/fluff fic + self indulgent omfg

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : repost of my old works :]

"[Name], I brought pizza-" Kuroo yells out before stopping to hear bits of a muffled conversation that must be coming from the television. His timing could not have been much better. It was finally Friday, and Kuroo's only plan in mind is to cuddle with you on the sweet couch while watching unfunny sitcoms and pigging out on chips and soda.

And hey, there might be room on the clock for some Netflix and Chilling.

He forcefully flings his shoes from his feet one by one, not bothering to set them on the small shoe rack by the door before grabbing the warm pizza box he bought on the way and trudging to the living room.

"Hey, [Na-]" He stops in his tracks, greeting interrupted by the sight before him.

There were pens, highlighters and paper ripped out from notebooks everywhere, from the floor to the couch to the coffee table. Speaking of coffee table, there laid two plates of lasagna, one bag of chips, and three used cups with some orange juice residue on them.

And instead of you on the couch, there was a large, shaking blanket cocoon. Why the hell is it shaking?

It would be best for Kuroo to assume that the cozy looking cocoon is just you rather than a caterpillar monster who just devoured his significant other.

He sighs as he glances at the television. Of course you're watching Barbie in the Pink Shoes, a movie that you would put on when you felt cock-a-hoop over something... or when you felt the exact opposite. Kuroo hoped it was the former.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. In fact, after school you crashed into the couch and cried for probably an hour. Barbie movies usually cheered you up, but this time it made you feel even shittier.

You had a lot of missed assignments, and to make matters worse you had three major exams coming up. Ever since the teachers decided to give the students more tasks to accomplish, school became very overwhelming for you to handle. Thus resulting in you hardly reciting in classes and putting out minimal effort in your assignments.

As expected, your grades went down tremendously. It was very unlikely of you, but it was just near impossible for students like you to keep up with so many tasks all at the same time.

For the past week, you did consider asking Kuroo, one of Nekoma's top students, for help. But the little voice in your brain told you not to, in fear of becoming a burden. He was a student too, he's probably drowning in assignments as much as you too. You didn't want to add one more task in the pile.

All that worrying and studying and keeping up with everything led to your current state; a tired, overwhelmed, blanket cocoon.

You were so deep in thought that you jolt at the added weight on the couch.

"Don't take my appendix!" You gasp, looking up at the person who joined you in the couch before sighing in relief. It's just your obnoxious boyfriend.

Kuroo's eyes widen at the sight of your current state. Boy, do you look like a mess. Bloodshot eyes from crying, disheveled hair, chapped lips, red nose, and dark eyebags.

"[Name?]"

"Hi, Kuroo. Not in the mood right now."

Now he was really concerned. Your voice sounded so lazy, so throaty, so out of character. In fact, you sounded even lazier than Kenma (which was honestly impressive).

You flop back on the couch to morph back into a blanket cocoon, ignoring your dejected boyfriend. That didn't stop him from checking on you, though.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, gee I don't know!" You blubbered sarcastically, sitting back up and clenching your fists. "Exams are coming up and I still don't know the defined value for a fucking Boltzmann Constant, my hair is a mess, I cried for like an hour, I haven't gotten any sleep at all!"

Your breath hitches at the lack of oxygen in your lungs before tears start to well up in your eyes. Here comes the waterworks.

As you felt your mind going hazy from all the crying and the worrying and the ranting, you decided to stop there. One more word could send you puking all over the couch. Your emotions were all over the place, and your body was tired. It was too much.

Luckily, Kuroo sensed your exhaustion, and so without hesitation, he captures your shaking form into his large arms and pulls you closer to his chest. "Shh," he cooes, tracing small circles on your back.

He moves his arms down to your torso as you straddle his lap and bury your face into his neck, crying some more. Usually, straddling his lap meant that you were initiating some sexy time, but that wasn't the case unfortunately.

You sobbed a bit more as Kuroo rubbed your back comfortingly and whispered comforting words until all he could hear were a few muffled whimpers and whines. The sight of you looking so weary and pale, the sound of your cries, and you looking sad in general broke his heart.

Kuroo's your boyfriend, and he knew that you were silently blaming yourself for not keeping up and for breaking down like this, but it isn't your fault.

There was a recognizable increase in graded student work, and it took a huge toll on the students including him and you. Only a robot wouldn't get tired over the amount of work distributed to the students. Not to mention that exams were coming up.

"I'm just so tired, Tetsu. I don't think I can-" You release a gasp, taking in as much oxygen as you could to continue your sentence. "I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm so tired, so tired."

A pair of soft, plush lips attack your own as you finish your small rant, reducing you into a pile of lovesick jello.

"Oh baby, you don't deserve this." Kuroo sighs, letting his left hand rest on your torso and bringing his right hand to caress your cheek. "Why didn't you ask me to help you sooner?"

"I didn't want to become a burden to you! You've tutored me a few times and you know that I'm hard to deal with."

"Now that's not true, [Name]." Kuroo holds your chin gently and tilts your face up towards his so you can make eye contact with him. "I may poke fun at your intelligence sometimes but I enjoy tutoring you. You're never a burden to me, never will."

If it was another person saying those words then you would think that they're just saying that to make you stop crying. But with Kuroo, it's almost fascinating how you can immediately detect the genuineness of his words. There was no room for doubt, because you knew that what he was saying was true.

Damn him.

"Thank you, Tetsu." You breathed, wrapping your own arms around him and giving him a warm peck on the lips. "God, I love you."

You both sat there for a while, before you felt your boyfriend shift in his position to stand up. "Where are you going?" You asked, arms still around him. You were like a little koala clutching your branch as if someone's gonna pop up and steal it.

"I'm preparing a bath. You need to get cleaned up." Kuroo chuckles, gesturing to the food stains littering your shirt.

You were too conked out to take offense at his words, so you give him a little thumbs-up as you slowly recoil your arms from him.

Once he left to go to the bathroom, you took the time to actually view the state of your living room which you created. And good golly, the place looked like a landfill.

Guilty, you pick up a few stationary tools and the pieces of notebook paper from the floor. You then stack the used cups together and set them aside with the two plates of lasagna you have consumed awhile ago.

A few minutes later, you felt two strong arms grab you by the torso and before you knew it, you were hoisted up Kuroo's shoulder.

"Kuroo, put me down!" You squeal, punching his arm.

"I will drop you if you keep moving." He snickers as he brings you to the bathroom.

"You sound like you're about to sell me to the black market."

"I was...considering it."

"KUROO, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

"I'M KIDDING! I'M KIDDING!"

He laughs before putting you down gently, meeting your fuming eyes. At that point he felt like he was about to be sold by the black market by none other than his significant other. Figures.

"Ta-da!"

Your eyes follow Kuroo's direction, taking you by surprise;

You were met with a rose petal bath, and beside the bath is a wooden bath caddy that had your favorite book and a plate of pizza on top of it. Beside the tub stood your favorite scented candles lit up.

"Oh, my god Kuroo."

"Ah, do you not like it? I can run to the store real quick and buy bath bombs." He responds quickly, leg stretched out the door like he was already about to sprint to the nearest Bath and Body Works.

"No, this is amazing! Holy shit, thank you Tetsu." You giggle, earning a prideful grin from Kuroo.

"Ohoh, you're gonna start stripping in front of me? I mean, I don't mind."

"Get out."

"Aww, [Y/N]." He pouts in faux annoyance before making a beeline out the door.

You sigh at your boyfriend, before stripping off your clothes and stepping into the bath tub. The water was cold, but you didn't care. You were just grateful that Kuroo put in all this effort to cheer you up, even just a little bit.

God, you wanted to kiss that smug face of his.

After the 30-minute bath (which honestly felt like 3 minutes), you grab a towel and the pile of clothes Kuroo has laid out for you to change in.

"Hey! How's your bath?" Kuroo calls out from the couch.

"Amazing." You sigh, making a little note in your head to thank him for his unexpected pampering tonight. You look at your boyfriend, expecting a huge prideful smirk plastered on his face, but instead you were met with him pouting. "What? You weren't expecting that answer?"

"Aren't you gonna tell me how much of a great husband I would be?"

"Define 'great husband'."

"Hey!"

bonus:

While you were having your bath, Kuroo took the time to tidy up the mess you made. As he was stacking the papers, he finds your practice test for the upcoming exam. Curious, he takes a look at the first question.

What is the value of Boltzmann's constant?

3.14

He heaves a long, deep sigh; as if he's forcing all oxygen in his lungs to escape his lips. You're gonna need a lot of tutoring.

[soupbabe]

Stardust Crusaders w a Chubby s/o!

Gender neutral reader babey!! Also added Iggy (platonic) to replace Old Joseph because the most I got was sugar daddy Joseph. He has that Speedwagon Foundation money, that's it.

Also this really do be showing who my favorites are out of them skdndkkd

~ Jotaro Kujo ~

He doesn't care what you look like, but that doesn't stop him from checking you out occasionally. You look different compared to a lot of students he's seen at his school and he highkey low-key likes what he's seeing

Looks just aren't that important to Jotaro in my opinion, he knows what it feels like to be given unwanted attention or people only wanting him just for his looks and nothing else. Why would he act the same way to you?

That being said, if you are in a relationship with him he's surprisingly sweet.

When y'all are alone he likes to give you little complements while you're cuddled up beside him or on top of him, playing with his hair.

Not the biggest on pda because he knows that the rest of the group *cough cough* Joseph and Polnareff *cough cough* would tease him to hell and back, but sometimes Star Platinum would be sneaky and give you surprise hugs from the back while he rubs his cheek against your chubby ones

It never fails to make you let out a little chuckle and you kiss him on the cheek to show appreciation to both Joot and Star <3

I fully believe that his favorite part of your body are your big arms. Like they're so soft omg and when the group can rest for a bit he likes to rest his head on them and silently enjoy how soft they are

You like to tease him about how soft he can be and you'll get one out of three reactions: Him pulling his hat down to hide a flustered Jotaro, a playful (but still scaring looking) glare, or a flick to the forehead

~ Noriaki Kakyoin ~

I feel like he wouldn't be too shy about his attraction to you, complimenting you at random times but it wouldn't be overbearing. It's mostly just to see how cute your face looks when your face heats up and you try to quicky push away the flustered feelings

How couldn't he not find you attractive? I like to think that he's a huge art nerd and your figure reminds him of those people in paintings who radiated beauty and gracefulness

Uh yea doesn't matter if you literally go feral in fighting, that's all that comes to his mind when he sees you sjsnsjsk

Somewhat shy when it comes to pda, but he is touched starved so he'll always link his slim fingers with your soft and chubby ones while you guys travel

Loves to lay his head on your fluffy stomach, twirl his lil hair noodle and he'll fall asleep within 5 minutes

This is a very good thing to exploit when he's up late playing on his Game Boy that sneaked in while preparing for the trip to Egypt

Just fuckin uh y a n k him into cuddle time and he'd probably won't complain too much. You're warm and it's very nice.

His favorite body part is your thick thighs, he likes to lay between them while he plays his game. You're his favorite gaming chair technically.

Eh don't worry though he gives lil celebratory kisses to them everytime he wins a game

~ Jean-Pierre Polnareff ~

Absolutely adores plus sized bodies! There's more to love and hold onto, you know?

Your biggest supporter, supplier of confidence, and the booster of your ego

"Oh Mon cheri/Ma Cherie! You look so amazing in those new clothes! Your curves look wonderful as always!~"

He's beefy as all hell and he will lift you up. Literally doesn't matter how heavy you think you are you are getting treated like royalty

Squeezes your soft frame like a teddy bear sometimes.

Enjoys pda, but like it's mostly having his arm around your squishy waist and if you aren't comfortable with it he'll respect it 1000%!

Will absolutely show you off to anyone and everyone! He almost got decked by Star once for annoying Jotaro because he kept going on and on about you and you just laughed at it

Enjoys having you lay on top of him, ngl it's like his own weighted blanket and you get to be able to bury your face in his big bara tiddies

He likes to touch you a lot and enjoys holding you close at night. I just think it's because he wants to double check to see if you're actually real. He's lost a lot of loved ones and has been learning to cherish them more before they're gone and having you here with him and staying for as long as you have makes him fear that he'll lose you for a tiny bit so he takes any opportunity to get to be with you.

I think he'd just admire your stretch marks! It makes you unique and he loves the way you laugh when he places lil smooches all over them

~ Muhammad Avdol~

Absolute sweetheart the love I have for this man is immeasurable ajdjsksjsn he's so gentle with you it doesn't matter how you look he would love you regardless your size

He seems like a man who is proud of his knowledge and appreciation of other cultures, his favorite thing is to feed you his favorite foods, watching your eyes light up while he tells you interesting facts about how they make it and where it comes from

Really not one to go wild on pda, hand holding or draping an arm around you around you to keep you close is what he's comfortable with

He seems like he'd know how to bake omg he'd absolutely lose it if you baked with him because he can just sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your tummy, while just acting like the close proximity between your faces isn't making your face show visible signs of your mind going 'y/n.exe has stopped working'

His robe is absolutely huge on you and it's your favorite blanket when the group has to sleep in the desert.

I can imagine it smelling so nice like what comes to mind is white sage?? Anyways, his coat is definitely a comfort item you wear on those days where you do feel a bit insecure. It's big, soft, and smells like the man that brings you the most comfort.

His chickens adore you so much!! Literally they would have to or else Muhammad would not be in a relationship with you lmao, he believes they have good judgement and they're like his kids.

They love to be by your side and they love to be in your lap, you're just so soft it's like heaven to them

Yea his favorite body part is your plush tummy! He just finds it cute and it's his favorite thing to either rest his head on or grab onto while cuddling! If you wear a crop top (or shirtless if you're a masc person and crop tops aren't your thing :) ) and his face just burns up omg you're so handsome/beautiful how did he ever get so lucky

~Iggy (Platonic. Of course.)~

(IM SO SORRY BUT I'M LAUGHING AT THIS PICTURE SO MUCHS SKSHSKNSKSKS)

You're his owner, the only one who can pet and dote on him like the little feral baby he is <3

He lets you take a piece of his coffee gum and occasionally steals treats for the both of you to share sometimes

Although the majority of it goes to Iggy because it's all covered in dog drool

When it's car ride time he loves to lay in your lap or sometimes he forces has you carry him around because he enjoys being able to relax in your big arms

If people start staring at you inappropriately, including any of the Crusaders, expect them to get barked and growled at

If anyone decides to make rude comments surrounding your weight, enemy or not, they're getting their hair ripped out and their left shoe shit in <3

You make sure to buy him extra gum and call him a good boy

He's like your furry little bodyguard, if anyone does or talks some shit, they're going to get hit

[cheesygroove]

With a roll of the ice

pairing: Wheein x f!reader

c & ws: smut; ice play; sensory deprivation; mentions of alcohol; a lil swearing.

wc: 2k~

requested by anon

Round ice cube molds. You could have just gone for a regular plastic ice tray, the cheaper option at the store. But if it can serve a sexual purpose, why not? The process of moving to a new place with your girlfriend had you overanalyzing the simplest home utensils you needed. It was good to have that kind of freedom to choose.

Wheein just had the simpler intentions for it, though. One night, you came home to find her drinking alone at the still empty living room, lights all turned off. The lighted up fireplace was the sole reason you could see her, sitting with legs crossed and a glass in hand. A bunch of bottles, a second glass and her sketchbook, as well as her drawing materials, were all scattered around the floor.

"Whee, what are you doing...?" you asked while taking your shoes off. "I thought your group photoshoot was tomorrow," you worried about her drinking; better to not have to deal with a headache on the next day.

"I'm just having some coke. The alcohol is for you," she explained. "Can you get the ice for us?"

Not wanting to ruin the mood she set up, you used your phone flashlight to walk to the kitchen. There, you grabbed an ice bucket and emptied the silicone trays inside, shaking it a little to prevent the round cubes from sticking together.

"I would have picked it up before, but I didn't want it to melt before you arrived," Wheein said when you came back and placed the bucket on the floor.

"It's okay, babe," you assured, kissing her cheek tenderly after sitting by the fireplace with her. "Anxious because of work?"

She let out a sigh. You knew her really well.

"Getting better already, actually. It's good to have you here." Wheein smiled at you, stroking your knee with her hand. "I just needed to relax a little. Tomorrow is going to be a full day."

You nodded, reaching for a glass and the bottle of flavored vodka. Being so close to the fireplace, you reconsidered the idea of picking a drink that would burn you up even more. The current warmth was nice and it felt cozy, but it could be too much if you added more heat to it.

"Settling for the coke too? What a saint you've become," Wheein teased. A soft drink could be nice too, you thought, leaving your now full glass on the floor to look at her. She held a round ice cube between her thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly by moving both fingers in opposite directions. Well, now that brought you some thoughts back.

"This kind of... feels good," Wheein said, puppy-like eyes entertained with the water now dripping from her thumb, "it doesn't get sticky when it melts a little. And it rolls."

Right. It rolls. You pictured something like that, back at the store, wondering if it really would have this effect against her skin. Not simply dragging the ice across, but rolling it, gave a different perspective to everything. You bit your lip in excitement, now knowing your fantasy was real.

And well, why not feel this for yourself? One hand went to the bucket, but you needed both to get the ice out — it got stuck together. You appreciated the round shape inside of your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue, feeling your warmth slowly melting it. You sucked on the ice a little bit, stopping when Wheein's eyes met yours.

"You look really sexy doing this," she remarked. A side smirk allowed one of her dimples to show up, which turned into a laugh after you touched your own cheek, feeling the small ball formed by the ice. "So pretty."

You admired Wheein for a moment. Weak shadows danced around her figure, following the movement of the flames; hair recently dyed red held up in a neat bun, leaving her neck fully exposed. Around it she wore a bandeau, neatly positioned so that it didn't cover her Caddo tattoo. You found that detail particularly inviting, and added to the fact that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra...

"Why don't you try this too?" you suggested. The ice had melted already, but the cold sensation it left in your mouth, somehow, had you feeling hotter between your legs. "You'll find the temperature contrast sexier than me."

Wheein's gaze went down to your mouth, filled with desire for your humid lips.

"Can I try it from your source?"

"Please do."

Wheein really did move first. The coolness of your mouth warmed up in hers, as she simply stole that from you by chasing the kiss with all her greed. You felt like the flames from the fireplace itself had engulfed you when her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the floor with her. Although when your lips parted, she was the one craving to cool it down.

"Oh my," she was able to say while gasping for air. Holding you by the back of your neck with both hands, she placed a few more quick presses against your lips before speaking again, "Hmmmm. I liked that it was... unexpected. Your mouth felt so soft from the cold."

You smiled when her fingers delicately caressed your cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Wheein had her eyes on something else while doing it, though. Still holding your weight over her body with your elbows, you looked over your shoulder to discover that she eyed the ice bucket.

"Wanna try that again? With more than a kiss?" you asked, full of a smug satisfaction because the question wasn't even necessary — Wheein's pleading face spoke for itself.

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"Love, you really trust me a lot for this, huh," you said while tying the bandeau to the back of her head to use it as a blindfold. Depriving her from the sense of sight was part of your original fantasy, a way to allow her to have a better focus on the hot and cold feeling.

Wheein sat between your spread legs, backing herself into your lap after you moved closer to the fireplace. The orange light of the fire was now able to fully glow on her naked body. The air felt thick and hot when you breathed in, and a little sweat started building up on your back.

"I trust you more than I probably should," she whispered, leaning on your shoulder to place a few kisses along your jawline, "but you always repay it well."

"Right," you agreed, gently undoing Wheein's bun and letting the hair fall on her shoulders, making contact with your bare chest. One hand gave it a gentle tug, while you stretched the other arm to reach for the ice bucket, taking a round ice out. It quickly started wetting your palm, being just perfect for what you wanted to do. You got her hair out of the way with a harsh pull, pressing the ice against her neck. "I always make you feel so good."

Wheein's first reaction was to recoil at the sudden cold feeling, gasping loudly, but you held the ice in place with a strong grip on her neck.

"Shhhh, Wheeinie," you whispered on her ear as her gasping slowly turned into moaning, pleased with you using your palm to roll the ice against her skin, "this is just a massage. We haven't even started yet."

When it melted into a piece too small to be rolled, you simply dragged it across her chest, stopping at an already hardened nipple. The sensation of her skin under your cooled fingers felt softer than usual, the increased sensitivity having you muttering a curse against the back of her neck. Your other hand fetched for more round ice while you still held her boob, squeezing her nipple. Water dripped from your fingers and rolled down her stomach.

"More. Please," Wheein begged impatiently. Her hands were on your thighs, which were reddening from her burying her nails on them every time you did something right. You hoped to see a mark there by the end of the night.

"If you keep hurrying me up, I won't be gentle," you warned, shoving the ice against the boob you had neglected before and holding it strongly. Wheein's scream at the sudden shock ended up in a loud cry, her back arching at you circling the cube around her nipple. "Is that what you want, huh?"

"Uh-huh," she was able to shout out in agreement between her delicious moans, head now dropped backwards onto your shoulder. You moved your body to the side so you could whisper directly at her ear.

"What a slut you are."

Wheein lustfully mumbled a few yes yes yes I am when you stressed that word, like she had done many times before. She gasped in surprise when you stopped rolling the ice on her nipple, and gasped even harder when you took that same nipple in your mouth. Sucking the cold out of it. What was left of that cube you used to roll down her body, leaving behind a trail of water and stopping just before her pussy.

"Did you make a mess on the floor, Wheein...?" you asked.

You had inclined your head forward to look at the space between her legs. With all the action, Wheein had her knees up and under her chin, throbbing cunt fully exposed to the hot air. She was dripping on the floor, so much was the arousal.

"Hmmmmm, no. There's a lot of ice melting here," she lied. You smirked while thinking of how you would punish Wheein for that, one hand drowned in the bucket and getting really cold. The round cubes were now slowly turning into water altogether, coming out already humid — which meant that you didn't need to wait before using it on her.

"I would've been way nicer to you, Whee," you said, "but you don't deserve it."

Ring and middle finger squeezed her labia on each side, making the hole wider for the ice. Her reaction to the intimate contact with the cold immediately showed that she wanted you to put it in, her nails definitely leaving your thigh scratched this time. Instead, you simply stimulated her entrance, rolling and rubbing the round ice against it, even letting just a tip in. Wheein moaned sweetly, whispering your name, almost begging you to fuck her.

You took the ice into your mouth before it fully melted, wanting to taste her liquid even if the water was mixed in. Wheein grunted in annoyance from that, but there wasn't time to take her protests further — the same fingers which squeezed her open before now slid with ease inside of her, producing sweet wet sounds with each pump in. Part of you wanted to grab more ice, to roll it on her skin, to do anything, but you couldn't do much when her moans and then screams of pleasure filled your ears. Your hand was soaked with her climax in almost no time.

"Mmmmhm... Can't believe you didn't..."

You laughed when her words kept trailing off — Wheein was absolutely spent. She tiredly dropped into your arms after her orgasm, trying but failing to sound her complaints. Now any warmth was welcome, yours or from the fireplace, her hands pressing yours against her body to hug her tighter.

"What? You really wanna complain when I left you in this state?" you scoffed while gently removing the bandeau she wore as a blindfold.

Wheein sat up to face you, narrowing her eyes and pouting her mouth. She trembled a bit, still lacking the necessary balance, but kept her posture.

"I... I... Fuck." She gulped and shook her head, recollecting herself. "I just wanted you to roll the ice inside of me!"

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[ryanlockheart]

percy could still remember the very first time he'd laid eyes on andrew. he had spotted the handsome redhead amongst the crowd in the audience his freshman year of college. somehow, he'd managed to score one of the leading roles in their production of into the woods, which had most of the upperclassmen seething... but percy had the tenacity and energy to pull it off. he never let himself slip up ever... until he got distracted by a certain boy in the crowd, but he'd played it off so well that no one was the wiser. he'd come up with some line to keep things moving, but andrew had never left his mind for even a second. when he'd seen that sweet face amongst the crowd, percy was laying it on thick, batting his lashes, flirting up a storm. when the night came to an end, the only thing on percy's mind was andrew. the butterflies in his stomach had never subsided since them. now, though, nate was also a culprit. at first, he'd felt guilty about — but then andrew had fessed up too, and everything was okay again. "they're so big, 'm sure you noticed that though," percy said with a giggle. "i think that could be arranged, couldn't it, nate? maybe after he gets a taste of that fat cock... i think we should do it 'til he cums twice. i think he could do it." he glanced between the two of them, his devious side showing for all to see. percy had never felt so free. it was like all the weight he'd been carrying on his shoulders had finally been lifted. maybe percy should've been worried about drew's fixation on nate, but down on his knees, face covered in slobber and pre-cum, he never even considered it — not even for a second. he was just splitting his attention between the two of them, showing off for the chestnut-haired boy. percy was palming himself through the damp, pink fabric, desperate for more. "'s okay, daddy. i was just teasing you. 'm not sure i'd be the best for your first time. 's better to have nate, he'll know what he's doing," he breathed out. percy slapped andrew's slick cock against his cheek, a little pout to his pink lips. "definitely, daddy. i would've let him pound me 'til i was so far gone i was pissin' all over you. and then i'd ride your face, make you cum just from getting a taste of his load," he went on. he was committed to the fantasy. as long as the other boys were cool with it, percy was going to keep playing it up. he was going to make sure nate knew just how slutty percy could get. they'd barely even scratched the surface. "'s true. you get me locked up, and i'll do the freakiest shit you've ever thought up... there was one time drew put a toy up there with his cock. i fuckin' managed to find away to cum, even with it on," percy admitted, his alabaster face flushed pink. "am i at least gonna get to watch?" he questioned with a little pout. "or maybe i'll just follow you two and eat your ass while you fuck andrew, daddy... promise it'll be the best head you can get."

"don't get it twisted, though... 'm a slut for feet too, nate. my daddy just can't help himself," percy teased. "he's gonna have to share sometimes. we'll be milking every load you've got outta you. we're gonna worship you head to toe. 'specially after the gym? 'm gonna have to bury my face in your pits." did percy like all the gross sweaty things because he'd been told it was wrong? perhaps.. but that didn't matter — not when he had the sexiest guys ever just egging him on. every monologue, percy just became more and more enthralled and lost in the haze of it all. there was no turning back now, and honestly, there was no waste of time. he was right where he wanted to be, right where he needed to be. "oh, i do. sometimes, i'll hide and watch him. he'll be whiffin' a sock a good hour or two before he finally fucks my shoe," percy agreed with a nod. "that's when i'll come in and start jerking my cock off, just watching... might've even added my own loads to my shoes too sometimes." he could't be the filth he'd admitted. it was an intimate detail that he didn't share with anyone, not even their closest friends... but nate was the exception. he was precious, and he was a part of them. "'s true about the parents house. i was so horny. we'd been in the car for like seven hours, and i couldn't help myself... so what i was really thankful for that thanksgiving was the best pair of feet anyone could've asked for on my face," percy went on. his soft feet were quickly gliding up and down nate's hard cock. he held his tongue between his teeth as he did his best to focus. it was hard, especially knowing that his boyfriend was right beneath them, worshipping nate's huge feet... but he hadn't fucked up yet, and he certainly wasn't going to now. "i wanna be that pair that makes you cum, daddy," percy breathed out. he was shocked to see his boyfriend in such a frantic state. this was his first time breaking out and letting loose, so how was he to judge him? percy knew there were plenty of times when he got that cock-hungry gleam in his eyes, and there would be nothing to quite satisfy him until he was absolutely exhausted. "tsk, tsk, daddy... had no idea that i was getting topped by such a little bottom slut," percy teased with a giggle. "you've been wanting this awhile, haven't you, baby? been wanting a bunch of sweaty guys to come and use your pussy? we're gonna make it come true, baby girl. you're gonna be our little cumdump, and after everybody's painted that pretty face in cum, nate and i are gonna piss all over you. we're gonna make sure everyone knows whose you are." it was new for percy to step into a more dominant role, but for andrew, he would've done anything. he wasn't going to rain on the redhead's parade... even if he knew that, there'd be a moment when he was just as insatiable, if not more. instead, the little devious percy let his feet slip away from nate's cock. it was promptly replaced by a dainty hand as he leaned up to whisper in the brunet boy's ear, "watch this." his legs extended, dangling his tiny feet right in andrew's face. "why don't you your lil princess's feet wet for your daddy? know you've been dyin' for a taste all night long."

nate still could recall the first time he'd met the couple. it was maybe his third night on the job at the dance club down the street from his apartment. he was practically naked behind the bar, only a pair of running shorts hugging his waist. the couple had approached him. percy had ordered the gayest drink imaginable — the cosmopolitan — and andrew had matched that energy too with his vodka soda with cranberry juice. they'd started talking a bit towards the end of the night, even traded numbers. nate never imagined bartending would be his full-time gig, but he found himself loving it. of course, it was pretty easy when he had nate and percy coming in to keep him company. little did he know, a few months later, they'd be nestled in some airbnb in florida, ready to rip the clothes off of each other. truth be told, nate would've happily just watched, but it was becoming clear with each passing second that percy throated andrew's cock that this was all for him. "i just hope he's ready 'cause these fuckers have been on all day, and i ran a mile this morning while you two slept in," nate answered, wiggling his socked toes. "i might knock him out 'cause they're so fuckin' rank, but 'm sure he likes that. we'll make him our little foot stool." nate was just palming himself slowly, waiting for the right opportunity to strike and make his move, to have the two of them all over his lithe body. "let's get one thing straight, baby girl. if i ever catch you usin' a toy, 'm slippin' in that pussy right along with it. 'm grabbing you by the ankles, foldin' you in half, and i'm poundin' you 'til you cry," the muscular boy remarked. no one had ever gotten nate this worked up before, but the two boys were a whole new phenomenon. they were making him feel things he'd never even thought were possible. they were making him fantasize about filthy things that wouldn't have ever crossed his mind before... and he loved it. "'s where you were meant to be. goonin' off some feet. i'll make sure he paints your face real nice, baby... but y'know what? i don't think we're gonna let you cum 'cause, let's face it, you could cum off his feet anytime... no, we're gonna make you cum with our feet once we're all done," nate expanded upon their little fantasy, a grin on his lips. "i wanna see it. think i'll have to finger you 'til you cum, perce. wonder how many fingers you can take," he hummed. "sounds like the perfect night with my two little sluts... don't you two worry, 'm gonna take care of you two. drew'll be takin' your cock too, baby girl. we'll probably have a line down the block if someone catches us in the alley," nate went on. "maybe i'll slut you both out. let some strangers raw you both. maybe they'll even use percy as a urinal too. bet you two sluts are already leakin' just thinkin' about it."

"you two can knock yourselves out on these feet," nate chuckled. "wanna see my two pretty girls gooning off my feet. you know how hot it'd be to see you two all stupid 'cause of my feet? you all can have whatever you want... as long as you behave — pits, feet... hell, you can have a go at my ass if you want it that bad." before the two of them, he'd never even considered dabbling in foot stuff, but they had jumped right into it... and honestly, it was sexy that they wanted to slather their tongues all over his soles. no one he'd ever been with before had dared to venture down to his size thirteens. "your plan worked, baby girl. i'm all yours," nate promised with a soft smile on his lips. his toes wiggled against andrew's face, eyes fixated on the redhead. he could hardly believe everything he was hearing. nate would've never expected them to be so kinky just from looking at them, but he loved that all more about them. they weren't afraid to try new things, and nate needed that. he needed that spontaneity in his life, or else he'd go stir-crazy. "well, next thanksgiving, you'll have two pairs to get off to... it'll be our filthy little tradition," he said, winking at the smaller male. those tiny, soft feet came to envelop his aching cock, and he was groaning out in pleasure. nate was in heaven. he had an inkling that if angels were real, they'd be as soft as andrew's tongue and percy's feet. how percy was even managing to stroke him was beyond him. "don't know how he's doing it, but g-god... it feels good," nate stammered out. "i wanna taste them. i wanna sniff 'em... i wanna try his shoe out for size... but i want you to cum from my feet first, baby girl." he was fighting back the urge to buck his hips up into that grip. nate was barely hanging on by a thread, but he was determined to make it. "we're gonna make that pussy a cunt, baby. we're gonna stretch you out to the brim," nate breathed out. he was grinning now, seeing the usually so calm and collected andrew reduced to a frantic, insatiable whore. "promise you won't be without any of that, princess... i'll make sure i tell 'em all to wear some rank socks you can get off too. maybe you can keep a few for when perce and i aren't around," he suggested with a smirk. "shit, baby girl... that's almost a hundred loads. you think you can handle that? you want all that cum that badly? i'll make it happen for you though. we'll make it happen." nate could hardly believe everything he was hearing, but god, were the images floating around in his head amazing. he would be thinking about this little fantasy for months to come. "it'll be a regular thing, baby. i'll show it to everybody. hell, 'm sure my boss'll love it too. he'll want a go at that pussy too once i show him. i'll get a raise pronto," nate chuckled. "maybe we'll even post it online. bet all your friend's'll be beating down our door then... but for now, get to work on perce's feet. want 'em nice and sloppy for my cock... you do a good job, and i'll let you clean my cum off his pretty little feet."

andrew had been in awe of percy since day one. he could recall their first time ever meeting in vivid detail— it was a crisp fall evening, and his roommate dragged him to a school production of 'into the woods.' musical theatre wasn't andrew's thing, but he found himself absolutely captivated by the boy who played the little beanstalk boy. it took everything in him not to boo whenever he wasn't on stage. andrew could hardly believe that such confidence could be held in that tiny body. he let his roommate go home alone and waited in the auditorium for percy to come out, presenting him with flowers that someone else had left behind. he offered to walk the smaller boy back to his dorm, and the rest was history. as he walked across campus to his dorm, he felt like he had been shot with cupid's arrow— years later, that feeling hadn't gone away; but now, he could feel the dull ache of another of those pesky little arrows. "of course you do, angel... you think i didn't see you trying to play footsie with him under the table?" andrew smirked, curling a strand of percy's hair around his finger. "oh, i want a taste of that cock... and i'm not afraid to admit it. 'm just annoyed that i couldn't get under the table and let you two play footsie on my face." andrew should've been furious. his boyfriend was gazing into another man's eyes as he throated his cock, for christ's sake! instead, his cock was practically throbbing in his jockstrap, making the fabric damp from how much pre-cum he was dripping. it was the hottest thing drew had ever seen. "i just kept adding more every time i played with my little cunt, and as soon as i slipped percy's dildo in... i knew i needed your cock," he said, stroking percy's cheek with the palm of his hand. "the thing is, princess... i thought about it, but you bring something else out of me— just like nate does. when i look at you, all i wanna do is dick you down and worship your pretty feet." percy and nate satiated different needs— but together, they were a lethal combination. andrew couldn't keep his head on straight, whipping back and forth between his two boys. he finally had everything he needed, and percy had someone else around the help drive him insane. "g-god, baby... really? you woulda just taken that fat cock right there, spread your legs, and made me eat his load fresh out of your pussy?" andrew gawked, surprised by the filth coming out of percy's mouth. his cheeks were bright red, and he was very clearly into it. "i need that, daddy. wanna suck your toes while you're giving my baby every inch of that fat dick— i'd look so pathetic, gooning out for your feet while you give my boyfriend the dicking of his life." if it were anyone else, andrew would have been freaking out— but this was nate. the three of them had something special, and it was undeniable now. "he turns into such a submissive little slut when he's got that cage on. he gets so desperate to cum that he'll do anything you ask him to," andrew said with a grin. "after you go to sleep, i'm gonna have perce help me put a plug in... if he gets to be your urinal tomorrow, i get to be your cumdump. you can take me to the bathroom or pull me into an alley and fuck a load into me whenever you need to bust, and your cum from tonight will be the only lube— and, when you're done, my princess will be right there to take your piss down his throat."

"he's not exaggerating, daddy. there's something about feet that just does it for me... and yours? i'm close to gooning already, and i haven't even gotten your socks off yet," andrew assured, giving nate's socked sole an open-mouthed kiss to prove his point. "percy and i are gonna be the nastiest little cocksluts you've ever seen, nate. we put this entire plan together, piece-by-piece, just to get that perfect cock— we aren't going to go soft on you now, daddy. you're gonna have tight, slutty holes to empty your load into every single... even if i'm probably gonna start at your sweaty feet." nate was falling into their rhythm with ease, and andrew wasn't surprised. from the beginning, andrew had known that the boy was perfect for them— even if he was unsure how that would actually work. "sometimes, i think that percy leaves them out for me on purpose... he loves to catch me going crazy over his socks and stuff," he giggled softly. "but don't let that innocent face fool you... he loves a pair of sweaty feet, too. i've had him pull me into a room at his parent's house just for a taste of my toes, daddy. we're both filthy little footsluts." andrew was rendered silent as nate whispered into percy's ear. he should have known what was going on, but he was too fixated on nate's feet to realize— it wasn't until percy's socks hit the floor, and his feet were wrapped around nate's big cock, that he realized what was happening. he took both of the discarded socks into his hand and brought them to his face as he gawked at the scene unfolding before him. "fuck, you see how tiny they look next to your big dick? 's almost the best part," andrew huffed. he brought nate's large feet back to his face, but he didn't take his eyes away from percy's. "how do they feel, daddy? do you see why i'm so obsessed with them now? it starts with the footjobs, but then you're gonna want them on your face— hell, you probably want them already." it took every bit of strength in andrew's body not to crawl up there alongside them— he wanted to let his tongue explore every inch of nate's cock and percy's feet, or tease that leaking tip with his own toes. but he remained vigilant, and channeled that energy into giving nate the best tongue bath he would ever get. andrew took the other boy's toes into his mouth one by one, letting his tongue slide between them before sucking them as he looked into nate's eyes. "fuck, thirty guys?! my poor little cunt's gonna be so sore and stretched out... i won't even remember my own name when they're done with me, daddy," andrew gasped in disbelief. a few months ago, he would have shaken it off— but now, he couldn't get the thought out of his head. "i wanna be covered in it, daddy. their sweat, their spit, their cum, their piss... all of it. i won't want it to end, i'll just come up with different ways they can use me. i'm gonna just keep pushing myself further and further— once y'all see me bust a load from just a pair of feet on my face, you guys won't even recognize me." before he finally came clean to percy, andrew kept finding ways to explain his feelings away. percy helped him understand his feelings, and nate was helping him realize his true potential— he didn't want to be a slut, he needed it. "i want you two to fill me up and let them watch, and once i'm stretched out and loaded up... all the rules go away. let all of those guys pound their loads into my worn out hole, let them put me in the center of the room and get me gooning off their sweaty feet. i want every single guy to shoot at least three loads... two in my pussy, and then i want everyone to cum on my face at the end," andrew went on. "film it, and show it to whoever you want... your friends, your co-workers, your bosses. if you need a raise, invite your boss over to fuck a load into me or get his feet worshipped and i'll get it for you; i don't give a fuck who it is, as long as he has your stamps of approval— does that tell you who's a bigger slut, daddy?"

[let-love-run-red]

Could I get a werewolf fanfic with Garcello where he like- Finds the reader hurt in the woods because of family issues (haha not self projecting wdym--) And takes them in and Annie and Garcello don't know what to do and then the reader wakes up to find herself in a tricky situation with 2 werepeople if that makes any sense? Pls and ty djjddnjdnf

Of course you can anon! Garcello would be such a fluffy werewolf I love him. I'm sorry this took so long for me to get to!

PS: This is the type of werewolf I imagine Garcello and Annie to be

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You ran through the woods. You couldn't see well through the rain, and it was dark in these woods despite the bright full moon, so you just hoped you wouldn't trip over anything. You were hurt, not physically at least, just emotionally. Your family had always had their, difficult, moments. But usually it was all things you could handle.

Not today.

Not this time.

You tripped over something, probably a root, and went sprawling into the mud and leaves. You sat for a moment with tears streaming down your cheeks as you sat up. Your clothes were now covered in mud, just great.

You took a deep breath and looked up, trying your best to see through the rain. Everything just seemed like blurry shapes in the dark. You sniffled and stood up, trying to keep yourself warm in your soaking wet clothes. You turned to look around at the small clearing you were in, startled to see two pairs of glowing eyes looking at you from the bushes.

You stepped back, worried about what it might be. They were up too high to be a fox or raccoon, and the bears in these woods were usually solitary, but you didn't know of anything else large enough to have those eyes. You watched as two figures stepped out of the bushes, two hulking figures with fur and sharp claws.

The larger of the two, the one in the front, had glowing yellow eyes. The fur covering it's body was a mix of dusty brown and teal green. It walked on it's rear legs, but hunched over and supported it's weight on it's knuckles as well, almost the way a gorilla would walk. It had a short bushy brown tail, and tall pointed ears. It would look almost friendly, if it weren't for the long pointed fangs poking out from it's snout.

The second one, the one behind, was smaller. It had fur as black as the shadows with glowing red eyes. It's ears were shorter, and it's fur was longer than the first creature's, but the fangs and claws were just as sharp. Just as dangerous.

You took another step back as the larger of the two took a halting hop-step towards you, only to feel your shoe catch in the mud on the ground. You fell backwards with a cry, doing your best to catch yourself before you fell to the ground and your head connected with the earth with a thud. Your vision faded, the last thing clear being the glowing yellow eyes of the creature.

***

When you came to you were in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar bed, wearing unfamiliar clothes. You sat up quickly, regretting it as your head pounded. You lifted a hand to your head and grimaced. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around the room to see sunlight peeking through the curtains over the windows. You threw the blanket off your legs, looking down at them. You were wearing a pair of basketball shorts that were a little too big for you. Your knees were bruised and scraped from your fall.

You stood up out of the bed, slowly making your way to the door and peeking your head out of it. The door opened up to a short hallway, with a door on either side. The hall opened into what you assumed was the living room, you could just see the side of a couch. You stepped out of the door, trying your best to walk silently on the hardwood floor.

"Well what were we supposed to do Annie? Just leave here there?" You heard a male voice snap. You paused. It was coming from the end of the hall, just around the corner. The kitchen must be there then.

"Anything other than take her home Garcello! What are we supposed to do now?" A female voice, probably Annie, asked. You heard a huff.

"What now Garcello?" She pressed. You took another step down the hall.

"I don't know. But I wasn't going to let her freeze to death in the forest." The man, Garcello, responded. So he had brought you here? He was the one to rescue you?

"You're the one who gets to explain that to her." Annie said. Her voice sounded close, and you were about to turn to run back into the room when she came around the corner and almost ran into you. She had brown eyes that had a slight red tinge to them, and jet black hair. She wore an oversized sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants. She paused, looking to you in surprise.

"O-oh, hi. You're awake." She said. She turned to look back into the kitchen and cleared her throat before turning back to meet your eyes.

"How, how long have you been up?" She asked you, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms. You heard heavy footsteps and another person appeared from around the corner.

He was tall, easily 6'5", and broad too. His shoulders looked like they wouldn't fit through a doorway. The white T-shirt he wore clung to him tightly, showing off his dad bod. He had the same teal green hair with dusty brown roots that the creature from the night before had. Were these, it couldn't be...

"Hi, you're awake." He said, copying the words Annie had used. You swallowed and nodded slowly, looking between the two.

"What do you remember?" He asked, standing next to Annie in the hallway. You wanted to run back into the room and lock yourself away, but he seemed safe and welcoming. And this place was definitely better than the one you came from.

"Um, I saw two, things, in the woods, and the, I fell, and I think I blacked out." You explained as you looked between the two of them.

"Do you remember what they looked like?" Annie pressed you. You nodded, how could you forget.

"They looked like, I don't know. It sounds crazy." You said, shaking your head with a chuckle. The two exchanged a glance and Garcello cleared his throat.

"Werewolves?" He asked. You paused before nodding. He crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks before blowing out a breath.

"Um, yeah. That, that was us." He said, looking to Annie. You hesitated.

"We uh, we found you and we-" Annie cut him off with a harsh clearing of her throat. Garcello rolled his eyes. "I didn't want to leave you there alone." He explained, lifting a hand to scratch at his stubble. He offered a shy smile, showing his eerily sharp canine teeth.

"We can take you back there and you're welcome to head home. We just wanted to make sure you were ok." He finished, shifting his weight from foot to foot. You felt your heart drop at the thought of returning home. You couldn't go back, not after what had happened, You shook your head violently ad Garcello tilted his head.

"No, no I don't want to go back." You said firmly. Annie excused herself, walking into the door on the left side of the hallway. Garcello watched her for a moment before turning to you.

"Did something happen?" He asked. His voice was soft and calming, it made you feel safe, even though you didn't know these people. You felt safer here than you ever had with your family.

"I just, my family. They're not good people." You said softly, scratching your arm and looking down at the shirt you wore. It was a band shirt, Mystery Skulls. It was soft and worn thin and the design on the front was faded, it was well loved.

"I'm sorry," Garcello paused. "you're welcome to stay." He offered after a moment. You looked up at him curiously and saw his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. The tips of his ears that poked through his hair were the same blush color and he scratched at his stubble again.

"If you don't have anywhere else to go." He rushed to add. You met his eyes, that same soft shade of honey gold you saw in the wolf's eyes last night. He wasn't human, that was for sure, but sometimes humans were worse than monsters.

Humans had driven you into the woods last night, and werewolves gave you a safe place to stay when you were alone and hurt. You nodded slowly and Garcello smiled softly.

"If it's not a bother, yeah. I'd like to stay."

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 11

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I am not from the US and I've only been in New York once when I was a kid (I don't remember much lol I was six, I think), so I apologize if some of the places are inaccurate but I tried my very best to do my own research. Anyway, this is one of my favorite chapters I've written and I hope you guys enjoy it as well!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The first whisper of the Monday air, brushed among the streets of the Upper West Side as you and Bucky decided to grab your running shoes and spend this day outside in the open air, hoping to burn all the calories you consumed last night. With a bottle of water in both your hands, you reached Central Park, catching your breaths. With sweat dripping down your forehead to your eyes, you saw a vacant bench and took the liberty to sit on it with Bucky behind you.

"Do you," Bucky sat beside you, panting and squinting his eyes and shaking off the sweat on his face, "do you run everyday?"

"Not everyday." You chuckled, taking a sip of water. "Four times a week."

"Why do you even like running? I feel like I'm in hell." He sighed, resting his neck on the brace. His breathing was restless and uneven but soon calmed down after a few moments.

"It takes my mind off things. I got a lot going on up here, y'know." You replied with much honesty. "Other people do it to keep in shape but I do it because I need it."

"I've never considered running. I just go to the gym and lift weights. Well, I have my own gym but if I'm being honest with you, I've been slacking off since the day I got here in New York."

You smiled and lifted your eyes to look at him. His face was glistening under the bright morning sun.

"Maybe it's a good thing we ran today." You nudged his shoulder with yours, his sweat-drenched skin rubbing up against your own. "You should run more. The more you do, the less you'll hate it. Trust me."

"You know what, as long as I'm with you, I will." He chuckled. "Ain't running with anybody else but you, doll."

There was a warm sensation moving up towards your cheeks. You didn't know if it was the heat of the sun or the warm blood rushing in but either way, you just knew that a pink flourish was becoming visible on your cheeks.

During that moment all you could muster was: "S-sure."

You hid your face by facing the opposite of Bucky and looked at the crowd that Central Park held. There, across the field lay a dozen picnic blankets on the bright green grass where a bunch of families and couples were reading, eating and talking audibly. Some were sitting underneath the tree for some shade. Some were walking their dogs on a leash and a poop bag ready on hand. Some were tourists with heavy backpacks just walking around. The chirping birds soaring in the air grabbed my attention, making you look up at the sky in which the bright sun hurt your eyes. You closed your eyes after that, trying to regain most of your vision. Once you did, you opened your phone and checked if Peter had left any messages. Unfortunately, there weren't any.

Peter was very vague about where his corporate retreat was, sticking to his notion that in order for him to take his mind off things, he also needed to be away from his real world, whatever that meant.

You sighed, texting Peter anyway, telling him everything was fine and that Bucky had been with you ever since he went away. You asked him how he was and hoped that everything was fine and well, and that he was enjoying his corporate retreat.

"Hey, let me take you somewhere nice today." Bucky said while tapping your sweaty shoulder, making you look up from your phone.

"Why? Where are we going?"

Bucky stood up, typing on his phone and looking around the park. "Wherever my car takes us. I figured since the bar doesn't open on Monday, you and I could do something fun that'll help you relax. Come on, you can go shower in my penthouse. I already have clothes sorted out for you in the guest room."

Your mind was still processing the part where he said that you could go shower in his penthouse.

Confused, you asked. "Wait, now?"

"Yes. Now, get up on your feet. My car's waiting on the road."

He didn't give you much time to comprehend his words, and respond, as he grabbed your hand, pulled you up from the bench. And as you ran, hand in hand, amidst the crowd, there it was again, that after feeling of spontaneity, fleeting; that same feeling you couldn't seem to explain really well — that same feeling you were wishing to avoid.

You and Bucky jogged towards the streets where a black and white Maserati with fully tinted windows was waiting on the side of the street. You thanked Bucky as he opened the door for you. He gave you a cheeky smile in response then hopped in beside you, introducing you to the driver named Howard. Howard nodded his head and smiled at you through the rearview mirror.

Once the car revved forward, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, weary that your sweat was getting all over the expensive leathered seats of Bucky's car. You moved a bit forward in an oh-so-subtle movement, pushing your body against the strap of the seatbelt across your chest and did your best as you could to avoid sweating all over the seats. With one strong swift move, Bucky pulled your arm back, throwing your back against the seat and told you to relax.

You greeted Leonard with a smile and a wave once you arrived in White Wolf. You and Bucky exchanged some small conversation in the elevator which led right into the penthouse, something about the last time you were here. You both laughed at the memory as you teased him about it.

The penthouse didn't change as much the last time you were here; the only difference was there was no woman with little to no clothing waiting for Bucky to arrive. You looked towards the huge glass windows, your lips curved downward as you were hoping to get a good view of New York that was hiding behind the draped curtains. Bucky led the way towards the guest room in a well-lit hallway on the second floor. You walked under little chandeliers hanging from above. On the walls were duplicate Van Gogh paintings, and framed photographs of nature that blended well with the color scheme of the paintings, as well as the penthouse.

"I picked out some clothes for you that I thought you might like and had my assistant bring them over here." Bucky said, opening the door.

Feeling a bit guilty, you said: "Bucky, you didn't have to."

"I insist. Besides, I'm in charge of you for the whole week." He smiled, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "I told you, I can take care of myself."

"I'm older than you so you do what I tell you." He just dismissed your remark, and added: "Now go shower. I'll meet you downstairs for some brunch."

With that, Bucky closed the door behind him, leaving you in a state of awe as you looked around the guest room which was twice as big as your room. It was like a duplicate of the living room but smaller, and with a king-sized bed in the middle on the far back with clothes and some towels draped along the edge. A telescope stands near the glass walls. Beside it sits two dainty cushioned chairs, and a miniature coffee table. There was a flat screen 32-inch television facing the bed.

You walked near the curtains, slithered your finger between the noticeable gap and took a small peek outside.

You stepped into the insides of the bathroom which was near the size of your room. Everything felt so unfamiliar to you but you bathed everything in and relaxed as soon as the small prickle of the cold shower water hit the soft spots of your body.

You got out of the guest room, feeling fresh from the cold shower. You wore some cropped halter top, heathered trousers and slipped on some fuzzy slippers that were quite big for your size, even though your feet were already big. You quickly assumed it was Bucky's.

"Did you, by any chance, get me some shoes too?" You joked as you approached the kitchen, eyeing the bagels on a big plate on the rectangular island in the center. You hopped on one of the high stools, grabbed one and smeared cream cheese on it. "Just kidding, I love these fuzzy slippers."

Bucky's back was facing you, busy flipping some pancakes on the stove. "You're not wearing that outside. And yes, I do have some but they're mostly Peter's. Don't worry he hasn't used them yet."

"That's alright. We're the same size."

Bucky turned around, a big pan on his right hand. He approached you and flipped a pancake on top of a tower of pancakes on a plate.

"You like the clothes I picked out for you?" He asked and sat down on the high stool.

"Yes, thank you. But seriously, you didn't have to."

"Okay, so let me get this straight... You let me pay for food and alcohol but not clothes?"

You laughed. "It's a different thing! Those were cheap, these," you touched the fabric of your shirt and trousers, "are obviously expensive. They don't have that thrift smell my clothes have. And besides, I need food but not clothes so you paying for my food was a big win for me."

Now, it was his turn to laugh, shoving a piece of pancake into his mouth. "Okay from now on, all I should hear from you when I give you stuff is thank you."

"But... why?"

"Because social convention dictates us to."

"I know, but, why are you giving me stuff?"

"How else am I going to keep you around?" He winked as he continued to chew.

"Bucky." You warned.

"Okay, okay." He chuckled. "The thing to know about me is I love spoiling people — people that I trust and I'm obviously comfortable around you."

Not knowing any other way to answer, you just said: "Oh, well... Thank you."

"And of course, the thing I said before too." He laughed and you threw a bagel at him in response.

You and Bucky enjoyed your little brunch while planning the day ahead of you: go around Fifth Street, and perhaps Broadway, maybe go to the Chelsea market and as Bucky said: "Just go wherever our feet take us!"

Once both of you were done, you headed down White Wolf, with Bucky's Maserati waiting in front. You greeted Howard as you climbed in.

"You know what would be nice?" You started once the car moved forward. "Capturing people's moments in a crowded street." You said, picturing Fifth Street in your head.

"Oh, that's right." Bucky replied. "Here." With his large hand, he handed you a camera. But it wasn't just any camera. It was yours.

"Wait, is this my camera?" You asked, taking it from him. He nodded in response. "Bucky, what the hell, you went through my stuff?"

"Not me. Howard."

"Howard?!"

"Don't worry, miss," Howard spoke, glancing through the rearview mirror where you saw your own reflection, "I didn't take anything else and put everything back in place. I just did what Mr. Barnes told me to do."

"James." You scolded.

"What are you James-ing me for?" He said, leaning against the seat, clearly stifling a laugh. "He's the one who went through your stuff!"

"You are such a child." You rolled your eyes. "You're the one who told him to."

"You heard him, he didn't take anything else."

"Next time you pull something like this, you ought to let me know okay?"

He lifted his eyes to look at you, teeth biting his inner cheek, a smile wanting to reveal itself. "Okay."

You sighed but you also couldn't help but smile at your camera. It had been a long time since you've operated it as you have been so busy in the bar and hadn't had clients for a while now. You closed it immediately, seeing as the battery was just at fifty percent.

You and Bucky got out of the vehicle as soon as Howard reached Fifth street and entered the Lacoste building with no rush. You held your camera close to your chest, the strap feeling a bit heavier on the back of your neck as the hours passed but the weight of pleasure of taking photos of the street from the inside of the glass windows overwhelmed that.

All the stores looked so unfamiliar to you. The stores you usually go to had dimly-lit rooms with low ceilings, and instead of tiled floors and walls, they had chipped to almost rotten wood walls. The smell of new clothes in these designer stores filled your lungs, the bright incandescent lights nearly caused blindness to your eyes, the amount of men and women dressed in suits, stockings, and skirts were nothing you had ever seen before, designer clothes were hanging on racks color-codedly, or by season, or by new and old collection, the eyes of the security guards in each entrance lurked from miles away until you get inside the store, and today, you have seen Bucky's sleek, black credit card get swiped into the little machines a hundred times. He bought some clothes for himself, and Peter, whom he actually promised to.

Bucky even handed you some clothes, told you to put them on and when they did fit you, he immediately went towards the counter.

Feeling as if everything was too much, you refused but all he said was:

"From now on, when I buy you things all you have to say is thank you."

Overpowered, you just nodded and said exactly what he wanted you to say: "Thank you." And as hours passed more shopping bags were in my bags (yes, you insisted to carry what he had bought you, and when he refused, you gave him back his words, a little taste of his own medicine: "From now on, when you buy me things all you have to do is let me carry them.")

"Ah, throwing my words back to me. I see."

As you walked around a whole lot more, side by side, exposed elbows and lonely fingers constantly brushing against each other, you talked about things you both loved. Nothing about Bucky's hotel business, nothing about the bar, just the things in life which made you both happy — photographs, paintings, and everything about art. He saw the world through yours. You were just beginning to see his but the details weren't enough for you. You craved more of what was in his mind and in his life — no, not the business, parties, booze and all that.

But the things that separate him from that world, and the things he grew up with before that.

A lot of questions swarmed in your head, trying to think of ways to ask them but Bucky merely insisted on knowing you. All of you. But just like him, you too had your guards up, especially around your family issues.

Then you reached Chelsea market. You didn't know how but you did. You spotted Bucky's car parked on one street and told you to leave all the things he had bought inside. After saying your goodbye to Howard who, afterwards, drove towards the bumper-to-bumper traffic in Manhattan, you and Bucky headed to wherever your feet you. You were feeling a ton lighter without the shopping bags dragging your hands and you could now freely touch and open your camera.

Bucky, with a Grande Starbucks cup in one hand, looked around with a big smile planted on his face. You walked around, seeing the art district of New York through your lenses. You grabbed Bucky's attention by calling his name and when he turned around, you snapped a shot of him. Eyes wide. Brows furrowed together. Lips in a state of bafflement.

"Hey, delete that!" He protested.

You laughed, turning your body in the opposite direction. "No way! It's a good picture!"

"No, it's not!"

You kept on laughing, mumbling a bunch of "sorry"s and "excuse me"s along the way, the camera still shoved in your face.

Your lens caught a familiar name from afar, printed in neon red: Wanda. You stood there in the middle of the crowd, leaving Bucky to wonder what had happened.

"Let's go there." You said, making your way across the street where it was.

"Where?"

"Just follow me."

Bucky held no questions no more as your feet treaded towards the building of Wanda's studio. Once you reached it, you merely stood meters away from it, looking at the sign.

"Wandavision." You mumbled under your breath then bit your inner cheek afterwards, contemplating if you should go in and say hi but that didn't matter anymore because standing behind the tall glass windows was Wanda herself.

Again, she gave you that oh-so-sweet smile of hers, long red locks cascading down her shoulder as she walked towards the door. You gestured to Bucky to come with you, no questions asked.

"Y/n!" Wanda exclaimed, wrapping her arms around you as you and Bucky entered the building. "Oh, it's so good to see you."

"You too, Wanda."

"And who's this dapper man of yours?"

Beside you, Bucky's body vibrated, a chuckle coming out of his mouth as he offered his hand. "I'm Bucky Barnes. Nice to meet you."

Wanda shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, too." She gave you a knowing smile, taunting you, but you dismissed her assumptions by shaking your head no, and then she pouted.

Wanda led you further down her large, wide studio, giving us a tour.

"I'm quite surprised you came by, Y/n."

"We were just walking around the market and saw your studio." You replied. "Wanda, what you have here is... so beautiful."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that. I've wanted this since I was a little girl. It's always been the dream."

The inside was bright, with fair white walls, floor and ceiling, and smelled of fresh lavender. On one corner, it smelled of fabrics, make-up, and hairspray. Framed photos of Wanda hung on the walls. There was a dressing area on a corner, and a comfortable couch, perhaps, for visitors as well as the models. A mini kitchen stood in the far back. On top of the cute marbled island was a coffee maker, and a mini fridge. There was one room solely for the post-production process, her main office. A giant paper backdrop had taken a huge space on the floor. Around it were different kinds of large lights, tripods, chairs and other expensive equipment for photography.

She had it all. Everything you've pictured yourself having.

Wanda had it all.

"You've come at the right time. There's not much going on today but I have tons of clients coming for the next few days but really, feel free to come by anytime you want."

"I will, thank you."

Howard picked you right up outside Wandavision. The whole ride was filled with uncomfortable silence.

"Your friend's really nice." Bucky said, trying to clear the atmosphere. "She's a bit too chatty for me but she's nice."

"Yeah." You answered, your head pressed against the window. "Really nice."

"Are you okay, doll?"

You hummed. "I am. Just a bit tired s'all."

"Listen, I just have to head to the White Wolf but Howard will drop you by the apartment, okay? The shopping bags are already there but you don't have to worry about them, I'll take care of them as soon as I get back. Just take a rest, okay? Maybe a short nap. I'll grab you dinner on the way. How does that sound?"

Tired to even tell him you didn't need to babied, you just said: "Okay. Thank you, Bucky."

You did as Bucky told you to. You ignored the bags sitting on the couch, placed your camera on your nightstand and took a damn nap. When you woke up, instead of feeling better, you felt sick to your stomach. Your phone lit up, a message from Bucky displayed on the screen:

"Sorry for the delay. I'm currently stuck in traffic. I'll see you in 20."

You sighed and with an empty stomach, and an occupied mind, you put on your jacket, anticipating a cold rush, grabbed your keys to the bar and headed down. You went straight behind the counter, jumped over it and found an unopened vodka.

You drank the vodka, drank all your troubles away and as you sat there on the floor, weeping, the place you worked at felt too much familiar to you. So much so that you began to hate it and to hate the kind of life you had been living. Who were you fucking kidding? No, you didn't like juggling two jobs. It sucked. Even though it had been giving you the ability to pay half of the rent, it still sucked.

This wasn't what you wanted.

A few moments have passed. You were already on your second bottle. There was a sound coming from the back which began to startle you. A certain Steve emerged from his office, a look of concern evident on his face.

"Stevieeee!" You stood up, well, tried to anyway. "You're here!"

"Y/n, what the hell." He took you in his big muscular arms, his one hand carefully yanking the bottle of vodka on your hand and placing it on the counter. "You're drunk. You should go home. Where's Peter?"

"He's away. He left. Wait, why are you here?"

"I just had to take care of some things."

"Is Nat back there with you? It's okay, shh, shh, I know about you too."

"Oh, God. Did she tell you?"

"Puh-lease! You imprinted your scent on her like a werewolf."

He just sighed. "Let's get you to your apartment."

"Don't worry, Stevie, I won't tell. Hey, call Bucky. Grab my phone. It's on my ass." You giggled and then hiccuped. He carefully grabbed your phone from your back pocket, let you enter my password which took forever, and then called Bucky.

"He'll be here in a minute or two." Steve said, sliding your phone back in your pocket. "Let's get you seated, alright?"

He sat you in one of the booths. "I'll get you some water, okay?"

You didn't respond. Your eyes were fixated on the photos on the wall. With your breath rapidly increasing, you stood by your knees, and grabbed as many photos as you could. Steve slid in the booth with you, handing you a glass of water. You took a small sip, avoiding his eyes.

"What happened, y/n?"

You didn't give him an answer to his question and just downed the water. But you did ask him something. "Why'd you buy my photos, Steve? Is it because you pitied me that day?"

"What? No, I truly believe you have amazing photos."

"But what?"

"What?"

"There's always a but. What is it, Steve?"

"But nothing, y/n."

"Liar." You muttered. "You're a liar."

"Look, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."

"I don't need help. I'm not a child!"

"You clearly are, especially when you're behaving like one. You come in here, drink an expensive bottle of whiskey, cry on the floor and ask me a bunch of ridiculous things. It's okay to ask for help sometimes."

"I'll pay for the bottle if that's what you're asking."

"No, I don't care about that. I care about what's going on with you right now because this isn't you, y/n."

"Oh please, you don't. You just pity me! That's why you bought those two photos, that's why you let me put my photos up here in the bar. I'm no good, Steve! I'm no good."

"Y/n — "

Then, a door slammed, a running Bucky coming inside. "Hey, doll. I'm here. Hey, hey, what happened?"

"Let's just go, Bucky." You stood up beside Bucky who held your waist for balance.

"Thank you for calling me." Bucky told Steve.

"Just take her home safely."

"I live right upstairs." You groaned.

"And make sure she doesn't drink anymore or do anything stupid." Steve scolded, his eyes locked on yours.

Bucky held you all the way towards the outside of the bar, and guided you towards the steps that led to the sidewalk. A black limo was on the street. With the windows rolled down, Howard asked, "Is everything alright, Mr. Barnes?"

"Everything's okay, Howie. You can go back now."

"Wait!" You exclaimed, slipping away from Bucky's arms and headed towards the limo. "Howard, take us somewhere."

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

You didn't give him time to wait for an answer as you opened the door and climbed inside the spacious limo. Bucky climbed in, confused.

"Y/n, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

You gave no answer, instead, you gave Howard the address. "450 West 15th Street."

The ride was more silent and shorter. He tried offering you food he had bought but you kindly refused, dreading to get out of the limo. You held on to your photos so tight that marks, scratches and folds were visible even in the dark.

When you reached your destination, you quickly hopped out, with Bucky following you.

"What are we doing back here?"

You were standing in front of Wanda's studio, the red neon lights illuminating on the concrete street, giving a bit of life on this side of New York.

You sat down on the floor, against a big pot of plant, your eyes never leaving the sign. Bucky, still confused, followed suit anyway.

"You know, my parents told me I'd never make it here. The day I left my home to live here, they told me, 'you'll never amount to anything. You'll never have a good life in New York. You'll never make it as a photographer. That's not a real job.' And I told them I will make it that I'll work my ass off, blood, sweat, tears, I'll do anything to prove them wrong. But don't you just hate it when they're right? I left my family, lost my communication to my siblings for this ridiculous dream I've been chasing for years. Everything I've done here feels like nothing."

At this point, you didn't want to hear anything or anyone besides yourself. So you were more than glad to hear nothing from Bucky, and to feel his fingers interlaced with yours.

"Wanda and I met in college; a year younger than me. We shared a love for photography and arts. Then we kind of just lost touch after I graduated. And then I saw her a week ago. She looked so happy and so content and I could feel her pity on me, her eyes, her touch. It was the first time I felt so small and I didn't think I could feel smaller but then we went here. Everything I wanted for myself, the things I pictured myself having and doing... She's living it. She's out there and I'm not. And I really hoped that by now, I've proved my parents wrong but turns out they're right. They were right all along. I don't amount to anything. I'm nothing."

"Wandavision." You laughed bitterly. "Wanda's vision. That right there. That's fucking clever."

"Let's get you home, doll. Please?"

"I want to stay, Bucky."

"We'll talk when we get back. Please, y/n."

You didn't agree to anything but he lifted you up anyway, guiding you towards the limo which was still on the street.

The partition was up. Even though Howard was inside the limo as well, at that moment it was just you and Bucky.

So, you cried, like how the skies cried, in Bucky's arms. You wept for all the unpaid rent and debts, for the menial job that you ended up in, for your failed career as a photographer, for your selfish parents, for your isolation from your college friends, for your insecurities, for your dog that died when you left for college, for your former lover that abused you, for the books you left unread, for all the wrong choices, for all the money you wasted during your college days, for all the toxic people you've ever met, for all the alcohol stains you had to wipe for years, for all the food intake during your peak of stress in school, for the only cherries you tasted, for the drunk sex you've always regretted, for the drunk kiss with Peter you've always regretted, and for the incoming mistake you were about to do.

"Kiss me." You whispered, lifting your head from his chest. "Kiss me, Bucky."

He shook his head no. Your noses touched. "Why not?" Your breaths moved together.

"Because right now, you're a mess." He whispered. "You're very vulnerable and drunk. I can't."

"I'm giving you all the consent I need. Kiss me."

"Not like this, doll."

Instead of going for your dry lips, he placed his lips on your forehead, his mouth and breath lingering. "Not like this."

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Don’t Hate the Player - Oikawa Tooru

Chapter 5: I Like You...

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Warning: this also contains some text in between! It’s right after the black line ❤️

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Synopsis: The most popular female gamer on YouTube. Debatably the most popular volleyball player alive. A bad breakup sent you packing to Argentina for new perspective. Who knew the new perspective had a witty personality and beautiful eyes? Tooru only sees a broken girl whose heart he wants to mend — his goal is to be the best neighbor possible... and maybe a little something more

You made your way up the apartment stairs, mind still spinning over the messages from your ex. He was just such an idiot... finally messaging you the minute you were happy.

Then there was Tooru. He was so sweet and funny and he always knew how to make you smile. And he was? Sitting on the steps?

“Tooru? What are you doing?” You asked. He was in an awkward position, face towards the steps, half-leaning against the wall.

“Oh! Sunshine,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was... just tying my shoes.”

“Oh...” you trailed off, obviously not believing such a shitty excuse. His positioning made no sense for tying his shoes, and he was doing an awful job of hiding the grimace on his face. “You want me to wait for you?”

“Nah, it’s alright!”

You shrugged, muttering out an ‘okay’ then went to drop your bag off in your apartment. You made your way back to the apartment stairs a moment later, to see Tooru taking deep breaths, in the same spot he was in moments ago.

“Do you need help tying your shoe or something?” You joked, moving to take a seat on the stairs next to him. “You know, if you Google ‘Oikawa Tooru,’ ‘injury’ is one of the first things that comes up.”

“Wow, how dare the volleyball fans give me away like that,” he said weakly, turning to you to show you a smile.

“Is it your knee?”

He sighed. “Yeah. I fell on it on my way up the stairs. I’ll be okay though.”

“Is this like a, you need to go to the hospital injury? Or like a you need to go to bed and rest injury?”

He grinned at you. “To bed. I’ve had the hospital-type injury, so I can confirm it’s not that.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist, moving slowly to pull him up into a half-standing position, taking most of his weight on the side with his bad knee. “Alright, let’s go inside then,” you grunted, helping him up the stairs and to his door. He went fumbling in his pocket for his keys. “You’re not light y’know, Tooru,” you joked.

He laughed in response. “It’s all muscle Sunshine. Maybe you just can’t handle a strong guy like me.”

“Who’s carrying who right now?”

Tooru finally got the door opened, and you helped him inside to sit on his couch, recliner out so he could put his feet up. “I’ll go get you some ice,” you explained, running to your apartment to get some things he may need. You came back, dumping your collection of items—bandages, ice packs, neosporin, bandaids, tissues—on the table.

“Wow! You’ve got the whole collection. Pretty sure you missed your calling as a doctor.”

You rolled your eyes at him, checking over his knee to make sure there weren’t any cuts or scrapes on it, then settling for just an ice pack and elevation. “You okay? You need anything else?” You asked once you were confident the knee was being well-taken care of.

He grinned. “Nah. It’s like I’m back with my mom. The only thing missing is a Spider-Man bandaid and a kiss to make it all better.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but thank goodness your mind worked fast. “Can you believe they didn’t have Spider-Man bandaids at the store? Well, hopefully this’ll do...” without giving it a second thought, you leaned in, lips gently brushing against his own for only a short moment, then pulled back.

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were wide. He cupped your cheek and pulled you back in for another short kiss. “Yknow,” he started, his voice soft, “This feels so different from our actual first kiss.”

“Well yeah. This time I really like you.”

“You didn’t like me before?” He teased. “You sure seemed to.”

“You know what I mean. This was way more nerve-wracking than our actual first kiss... I like you, really.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like we’re doing everything out of order.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, standing up. “Let me know if you need anything. I’m just one door over.”

“You’re leaving?” He whined. “But... we just kissed. And said we liked each other-“

“You never actually said you liked me.”

“I thought my lips made it quite obvious.”

You huffed. He opened his arms wide. “Come cuddle with me. I’ll heal five times faster with you here with me.”

“That makes no sense,” you rolled your eyes, but your legs were still taking you back to him, plopping down next to him on the couch and scooching into his embrace.

“You wanna believe it too though.” He grabbed your face one more time, planting a kiss on your lips, then moved his hand to rest in your hair, slowly running his hand through it. “This is perfect. Right here, with you.”

“Shut up and get some rest, Tooru.”

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Sorry this one is a little shorter, but i hope the fluff made up for it ❤️ don't worry teru will show up in tomorrow's chapter!

[animesmutfest]

Tamaki x Fem Reader

Tamakis POV:

As I drink my tea my phone rings and it's from bunny (you). I answered excited "hey gorgeous what's up?" I say excited. "When I get home you better be ready for me" she says in a serious voice. Now blushing as I knew what that meant I simply respond saying "yes mam" and she hung up. That means she's upset or sexually frustrated. Or both honestly and when shes riled up she can be scary. But there was a part of me that liked her being dominant in bed. I look at the clock and noticed she should be home in about 15 minutes. I drink some water before showering and sat on the edge of the bed with my towel around my waist. Soon I hear the front door open and slam shut. Her heels clicking towards our bedroom and the door slowly opening. She wastes no time taking off her shoes and jacket as she walks over to me and kisses me roughly. I kiss her back and moan a bit as her tongue slipped into my mouth. After a few kisses she pulls away just a little.

Neutral POV:

"So tamaki..." you say trailing his lips with your own. "Y-yes mam?" He stammers. "When we're you going to tell me about that slutty new coworker of yours?" You say walking to grab your cuffs. His face now flushed red as he remembers who you speak of. "I-I honestly didn't think she mattered bunny. You know I'd never give anyone that kind of attention" he says. "Well let me let you in on something. She's been telling people how she wants to fuck you. And guess what honey I'm not to happy about it." You say growling a bit at the last part. "I swear bunny on my life I had no idea of such things!" He says defending himself. "Oh don't worry love I know you would never betray me like that but it has put a weight on my mood today and well I just want to fuck you so hard that your moans turn to whimpers" you say cuffing his hands. His heart now racing at your lewd words. "P-please bunny... use me how you want" he says softly while looking at you with lust filled eyes. "Good boy" you say taking off your shirt and pants leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You look b-beautiful bunny" he says. "Thank you baby" you say before kissing him deeply. You straddle him lap and connect the cuffs together behind his back so he cannot touch you. Your mouth moves down to his neck as you leave marks all over him causing him to moan in pleasure.

You loved how one day he could be an absolute monster but if you say you are calling the shots he completely bends to your will. It's the best of both worlds to have a submissive and a dominant husband. You lay him back on the bed and take off his towel revealing his hard cock. You kiss his stomach and slowly trail your tongue down to his cock. Sliding it in your mouth as you slowly bob on him. "Aahhh b-bunny that f-feels so good!" He moans as you slurp him down. His body tensing up as you deep throat him. "She knows I love touching her this is torture" he thinks to himself as you slide his cock down your throat. "B-bunny p-please I need to touch you!" He cries out in ecstasy. You ignore him and pick up the pace as he tries to buck his hips into you. You push his hips into the bed so he can't more and suck harder than before. "Fuck baby I'm gunna cum!" He moans and just as he was about to release you stop and pull him from your throat. "Bunny w-why'd you s-stop like that? I was about to cum" he whines as his cock twitches. "You don't cum until I allow you to" you say smirking. After he had calmed down just a bit you take him back into your throat going just as hard. "Y-your driving me insane bunny!" He moans throwing his head into the mattress. And just as before as soon as he was about to cum you stopped. You did this about five times, edging him then stopping. He was a mess on the bed squirming and tears brimming his eyes. "I think he's had enough" you think to yourself. You grab his cock and stroke it slowly as it twitched in your hand. "Whose dick is this baby?" You say seductively. "It's yours!! B-bunny please let me c-cum!! I'm losing my mind please I'll do anything just let me cum!" He cries. You smirk and shove him back in your mouth once more. His body trembles from constantly being denied sweet release. "F-fuck bunny!! Please... I need to!" He moans gripping the sheets under him. You take him as deep as you possibly can and grip his thighs. Moments later his cock swells as it has every time he was about to cum. "C-cumming bunny!! Please don't stop!" He yells and you comply not stopping for him. "Fuuuckkk!" He cries as he shoots his cum deep inside your throat. You slurp up every drop as you remove him from your mouth. His body littered with sweat. You kiss his cock before pulling him up and undoing his cuffs.

He grabs you and throws you on your back on the bed quickly tying your wrists to the headboard and your ankles to the a pole to keep them open. His eyes filled with anger and lust as he climbs between your legs. "You are such a naughty bunny" he growls before ripping off your bra and panties throwing the torn fabric on the floor. "Now it's my turn" he says opening his mouth to reveal his tongue has been changed to a thick tentacle. Your eyes widen at the sight and he smirks loving the fear in your eyes. He then remembers something. He grabs a silk scarf from your drawer and covers your eyes with it. Going back to your legs he admires your wet pussy before laying on his stomach and running his fingers through your folds. You jump at his touch as your sensitive from earlier. "So wet from just giving me head. So fucking sexy" he says slapping your inner thigh. He stick his tentacle tongue out his mouth dripping with saliva and slowly licks your pussy from top to bottom. You moan feeling it slither across your clit. He then slips the whole thing deep inside your pussy making your body jolt. "F-fuck!" You moan aloud. Begins to fuck you with it going as deep as he can. Your legs even tremble a bit from the pleasure. He rubs your thighs softly as he pulls out slowly and begins sucking and lapping on your clit. "Ngh~ mmm T-tamaki" you moan softly. The cups on his tentacle sucking on you adding more pleasure. Your fist balled up as you feel yourself close to cumming.

He stops devouring you leaving your body feeling needy. As you can't see him your heart beat pounds through you chest in anticipation. Suddenly you feel him grab your waist and rub his cock on your pussy making you gasp a bit. “I’d rather make you cum with my cock sweetheart” he says smirking. He slowly sink himself into you making you throw your head back. "So t-tight" he moans before pulling out and thrusting hard into you. It was amazing honestly, it was painful but the pleasure was even more overwhelming. Your toes curl and your body tenses up as he stretches you. Normally even during sex he was never a talker but tonight he was an animal. The vulgar things he moaned in your ear as he pounded you drove you mad. You couldn't speak only cry out and moan at the animal he'd become. "T-tama I- mmmnph~" you moan weakly at him. “What happened to my dominant little wife huh? Or is it that you just wanted me to fuck you senseless from the start?” He says as he slows his thrusts a bit. “N-no I~” you moan but was cut off by a rough kiss. You both moan into each other feeling pure pleasure. “What was that baby? Use your words” he moans before slamming back into you. He reaches up and removes your blindfold. Your eyes a glowing white from too much pleasure. He smirks at how gone you looked from him fucking you. “So fucking beautiful” he moans as he grabs your hips again to deepen himself. You throw your head back as you were close to cumming. Your pussy clenches down around him causing him to growl a bit. “Cum on me while I fill you up bunny” he moans as he feels himself about to cum. Your moans grow louder and louder until you finally release around him and just as he said after another hard thrust he cums deep inside you. “Shit! So fucking good baby” he growls as he rides out his climax. He pulls out slowly and releases your arms. Your body falls on the bed as your body twitches. He watches in amazement but feels himself getting turned on again.

You get enough strength to get up and stumble to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and get in letting the water fall on you head. “Damn that was amazing” you think to yourself as your legs still shaking. You quickly clean yourself up before hearing the door open. You look to see your husband coming in the shower. But something was off it’s almost like he was feral. He looks at your naked trembling body and gets on his knees. “W-what are you doing?” You stammer. Crawling to your feet he lifts your leg over his shoulder still looking at you. “I’m sorry bunny. But I need more of you” he says. You look at him as he slowly licks up your pussy. You moan and jump still sensitive from literally ten minutes ago. He moans tasting you more and more. Your hands slowly reaching for his hair. He laps at your clit at a nice pace as he strokes his cock to your voice. You could feel yourself already soaking wet. “Mmmmmph tamaki your driving me crazy today” you moan as your breathe gets heavy once more. “Good” he says as he slurps up your pussy juices. The noises turning you on even more. “I want you... to cum on... my face baby” he moans into you. You were close already and that sent you over the edge. You grip his hair and gush on his mouth as he slurps it up. Without another word he picks you up and takes you out the shower and sits you on the sink. He kisses you passionately as you wrap your hands around his neck. “Can we do it again bunny? I don’t know what’s come over me but I need you” he pleads as his cock throbs against your stomach.

You look him in the eye as you grab his cock and slide it in yourself both of you letting out moans. “T-thank you baby” he moans before he sets a slow but deep pace. You both blush as you tried to keep eye contact but you shut your eyes from the pleasure. “You look so gorgeous when your mind melts from me pleasing you bunny” he moans to you as he speeds up. “I love when you make a mess of me daddy” you moan back causing his eyes to widen as he grips your waist and pounds you. Your moans turn to cries of pleasure and your toes curl. “C-cumming baby! Ahhh god~” you cry as you cum hard on his cock dripping some out a bit as well. He doesn’t stop or slow down though instead leaning close you your ear a whispering. “That bitch could never make me feel like you do bunny. I’m yours and yours alone” he moans as he licks your ear. You dig your nails into his skin as your body shakes. Suddenly he thrusts so hard that he enters her cervix causing them both to moan loudly. “There she is” he moans before repeatedly thrusting like that. “Y-yes baby! F-fuck me” you cry out as tears of pleasure roll down your face. Turned on even more he grabs your neck and chocks you as you reach another climax. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt a bit on his lower stomach. He smiles in delight at the mess you made. “I’m gunna fill up this tight little pussy baby” he moans as his thrusts become sloppy and needy. “Fuck yeah bunny I’m cumming!” He moans throwing his head back as he shoot straight into your cervix filling you up completely. As before he slowly pulls from you panting. With weak eyes you look at him panting still and cum dripping from you. He leans over and kisses you tenderly. “Can I do it one more time?” He asks drooling over you.