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lovekabaneri · 29 days ago

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Hot Rod and the Lost Light in TF Mecha AU

Inspired by @keferon 's Mech Pilot Jazz AU and all the other fics shared here and on ao3, plus some really good ideas and fanart!

I was really inspired after reading the Hot Rod and Lost Light posts, where he's a titan and Roddy is just... this tiny speck of a human next to the titan, yet they somehow connect! So I wrote this! These are just rough drafts and ideas I have in my head for now. Will see if I write more on them.

-Richie Torres or Hot Rod, as he preferred to be called, was a hyperactive kid from the very beginning. He always seemed to be running at 110% to the dismay of his parents whenever they had to get him to bed. Before the invasion, he dreamed to be an athlete, then a doctor like in those medical dramas, then a fighter jet pilot, then to be a pirate or a sailor, then an astronaut, basically every profession that seemed to be action-packed and interesting. When the aliens arrived and the mech program started, it was like something in his mind clicked “This it what I want to do! This is the right thing for me!” and he knew what he wanted to work as. He became a volunteer at 21, then became an official pilot at 23 after 2 years of training and prep for a Neurolink implant. His first connection was overwhelming and he got a serious nosebleed after he was done but for the first time he felt like he found somewhere where he fits. His second time is much better and he’s a natural pilot. Then he gets to an actual battlefield after the test period he had to do to see if his brain would not turn to mush, and he somehow makes his mech catch on fire, the next time it repeats, again and again but he always gets out fine. Everyone is baffled because there shouldn’t even be anything to combust like that in a robot that was mostly metal. They can’t deny his results though, so they start building a custom mech, covered with as much fire-resistant material, then they start adding multiple exhaust pipes and vents to deal with the overheating, then metal rods and ports to expel even more of the heat. Eventually being on fire becomes Hot Rod’s thing, hence how he got the nickname, because his mech was fire and literally the only mech in the US force that used superheated air and fire to roast the aliens on the battlefield.

-He and Jazz become bffs as they both are natural at driving their mechs like it is a second skin, they both like music and sports, they both hate and fear Shockwave and are just bros that like vibing together. When Jazz is lost in space, Hot Rod is pissed and makes in HR’s problem, so he’s put on a short leave to ‘cool off’, like he could ever cool off! He takes out his frustration through training, fighting aliens even more aggressively and going out on extreme climbing.

-After a really bad week, troubles with the superiors, reports, pr stunts, photoshoots, seeing First Aid pulled out panicked and bleeding out of Vortex after the las surprise invasion where the haunted mech was almost smashed and forced to retreat, Hot Rod had to let off all the steam or he felt like his mech would spontaneously combust when he links again. He takes a few days off with permission and a note from Ratchet. Despite being retired, the old doc was still on call in emergencies and in Hot Rod’s phone, so he really owed one to the grumpy medic. Roddy goes hiking alone in the mountains, since he just needed time away from people. He likes things extreme, so after setting up camp, he goes climbing up the cliffs – it is steep, it is dangerous and he’s all alone, so he’s screwed if something happens to him but he doesn’t care, he just needed to let all the pent-up energy out. He’s pretty high up and away from any of the hiking trails or usual climbing spots when he slips and his handhold breaks off. He falls down a crevice and the only reason he’s not dead is the safety rope that was holding by literally the very last pin after he plummeted down. He’s scratched and a bit banged up but alive. He tries to get back up but the friction against the sharp rocks caused his rope to start breaking, so Hot Rod is forced to quickly find a stable place to stand, so he doesn’t fall and die. He’s all alone, in a crevasse between the rocks, sitting on a small ledge, barely big enough to hold him. He has to get out but his phone doesn’t have signal and he barely had any food or water to last him until someone might find him, if he was ever found.

-He decides to risk it and using his surviving gear and rock-climbing skills, he continues on, looking for a way out of this giant crack in the rocky mountain. As he goes further, he notices the crevasse actually has a flat bottom and it leads to some cave. It was too steep and risky to climb up, hence why he got low enough to see the bottom, but when he touches the ground with his feet, he feels a shiver/shock and almost like a breeze. He doesn’t know what but something from further in is calling him, he’s compelled to go further. He ends up in a large cave system, hidden until now from humans, and then, lodged within the rocks and dirt is an absolutely massive alien ship, the biggest Hot Rod has ever seen, (since until then aliens just opened portals or at most sent drones) bigger than the mech hangar at base, probably! He was scared but also awed by the sight. He was in wonder how such a ship was hidden from humanity for so long, how many millennia was this ship buried there? He approached the odd, slightly blocky, white alien ship, he notices some odd, faded letters he didn’t recognize on the side, done with red paint along with a face-shaped symbol that had to be some emblem. The ship was a bit of a wreck and obviously no one had been there in a long time, hence why he strode in so confidently, everything was dark and he had to use a flashlight. The halls, the doors, the items inside were all massive, it was big enough for mechs to casually walk through. “Are all aliens just giants?! Why did we get the short stick?!” – he says to himself.

-Hot Rod wanders for a long time, the ship was that massive, when he stumbles into a circular room after deciding to crawl through a vent, he was also a bit lost, it is mostly empty with some chairs and odd devices but he felt something different inside. It was like the air itself was charged with some energy. (It is the Lost Light’s control room but he doesn’t know that, yet!) He feels his hair stand up, like with static electricity and the feeling kept getting stronger as he got closer to the platform in the middle. He is curious and decides to climb up on the platform and walk around, maybe touch something. It is then that he places two hands on the metal below and he feels like a shock has run through his system. Suddenly the humm in the air becomes louder, lights start to flicker and slowly come to life, the whole ship seems to almost be groaning as the systems boot up. There’s almost a *thrum-thrumm* sound just ECHOING through the whole place. Hot Rod’s reaction is panic and “OH SHIT!” and he just jumps off and runs back. [sjnha…HHJsaonxc nc?] some gibberish sounds from somewhere above and Hot Rod just books it out of there as fast as he can, and he actually finds his way out too easily. Somehow, in his panic, he also found a way out of the cave, which was narrow and well-hidden in the forest between a few trees. He goes back to his camp and goes back to his home right after that. But even days later he can’t stop but think of the strange alien ship, there’s also this… warm, buzzing feeling in his chest, somewhere and he realized that it just FEELS RIGHT!

-Lost Light was a titan and a ship, its crew was part of the Autobots and helped fight for the cause but after an incident, it went MIA, thought to have been destroyed, along with its crew and previous captain and Cityspeaker – Rodimus Prime. But it actually was not destroyed, it crashed on Earth a few million years ago and was simply dormant after the shock caused by Rodimus’ offlining. BUT! The Lost Light woke up! He felt the connection! His processor was booting up and even if all his systems were not yet online and he was damaged and his nanites would need a while to repair him to a completely functional state, he was alive and woke up! His processor was jumpstarted when he felt that old connection light up with energy and life, just like when Rodimus connected with him! It felt like a dream or was this just his imagination? Was the captain really alive?! His systems were still booting up when he felt that small, bright, blazing spot in his control room jolt and run off somewhere [Captain… is that you?] he asked but the spark didn’t stop, it continued moving, the Lost Light just opened a few doors to one of his entrances. He couldn’t do much more but to observe as his Cityspeaker left in a hurry, he wanted to follow but he was damaged and couldn’t move, even if he desperately wanted the captain back. The only thing that assured him it was not a dream or a glitch was the fact he still felt the connection with his captain with his spark and knew that wherever the captain was, he was alright.

-Hot Rod can now dream of the Lost Light and sometimes communicates with him in his sleep through their connection, playing off some ‘human technically have EM fields’ and a bit of reincarnation stuff, but thinks it is a dream, until Jazz comes back and/or he finds out Ratchet has alien robot roommate? He tells them he found an alien ship and that maybe they can use it to get back home when the government goes after them after Jazz saves Prowl.

-Shockwave makes deal with the Quintessons, since he’s crazy and has no morals, only science and their offer was better than the army’s. He takes control over the mechs and pilots through the link. Vortex and First Aid try and escape the dream together. Ratchet and Drift along with the rest of the staff organize a rescue. Jazz and Prowl manage to save themselves and go help. Eventually, First Aid and Vortex bruteforce their way out but Vortex will miss having hand after waking up. Hot Rod is trapped and panicking, the Lost Light feels it and the titan has had enough, so the Lost Light flies out of the cave with the grace of a giant alien ship and goes to save his Cityspeaker, because he just found the Captain and he was not losing him again! Needless to say, everyone is shocked, including the bots when the ship flies in and slams into one of the Quintesson ships flying overhead, then transforms into a giant robot. “There were still titans out there?!” – one of the bots asks in shock, since they all thought all titans were gone. Hot Rod is saved and the other pilots are freed from Shockwave’s control. Hot Rod finally sees the Lost Light in person while in his robot mode and Hot Rod is just… this tiny speck on the titan’s finger, but he immediately knows what to do, goes in and with the help of the Lost Light, they fight off the invading Quint fleet.

-Not sure if Roddy and Jazz would be Avatar-ed together or not but it would be cool idea and Rodimus Prime returning from the dead and reincarnation was something I really enjoyed! Jazz just has to be able to stay with Prowl forever, plus I liked the idea of him becoming a cybertronian in the end, so with some Allspark/Space alien magic mumbo jumbo and boom! You got a couple of brave, selfless humans being cybertronians! Jazz for sure would get injured in the final battle and almost die before becoming a bot.

#transformers #tf mecha universe #mech pilot jazz au #hot rod #lost light #ratchet #drift #jazzprowl #vortex tf #first aid

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 3 months ago

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OMG hi I love your writing sooo much. I kinda have 2 requests if you don't mind, there both for Charlie. One would be like the ABC thing (idk what there called 😭) the other maybe like reader is pregnant. I feel like Charlie would go ballistic and like crazy protective.

Awe thank you so much, and dw, I can do both! I did the pregnancy one for this post since it took less time, but once I get around to writing the abc one, I'll definitely tag you in it so you can see when it's out! I hope you enjoy!

Yandere mafia boss when reader is pregnant

Afab reader because you know, pregnancy, but no pronouns are used so technically gn! reader.

Warnings: Technically yandere character but he doesn't really do anything yandere-esc here besides be overprotective, pregnancy, the vague idea of abortion is mentioned, somewhat abusive parent mention (not reader or Charlie dw), mentions of vomiting.

Also-the idea of a Charlie having sex with a kidnapped darling makes me feel gross, so for the sake of my sanity, reader is with willingly with Charlie, he's just kind of yandere for different reasons.

Divider credit goes to @kyejiz

-Charlie wasn't planning on having kids, he really wasn't. His childhood was fucked up enough, courtesy of his father being the previous leader of his mafia, and he really had no desire to put a different child through that, no matter how aware he is of his shortcomings. So he always tries to be careful when getting intimate with you, just to be on the safe side.

-But no precaution is 100% affective, and eventually, you end up beating the odds and becoming pregnant.

-When you tell Charlie, he's...stunned, to say the least. How could this have happened? You two were so careful, how did you still end up pregnant? Holy shit, what were you gonna do? Did you want to keep it? How could he possibly be a father? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-

-He tries to appear calm and collected, keeping a brave, stoic face on, but from the way he's clasping his hands, and the way his leg's bouncing up and down rapidly, you can tell he's freaking out. You can't blame him, especially with his job, but his nervousness is starting to make you nervous. What if he's upset? What if he wants you to get rid of it? Will the kid ever have a normal childhood? What are you going to do?

-He's fully prepared to ask you what you want to do about it, but before he can, you whisper out that you want to keep it, and he feels a strange rush of relief flood his system. he's not sure why, keeping the kid will be much more difficult than simply getting rid of it, and besides, how could he possibly be a good father when he's never had a good example of one, or when his job is...well, what it is?

-Still, as soon as the initial shock is over, he's over the moon. He's gonna have a kid! He's gonna have a kid with you! He's gonna have a kid with you now! He can't believe it!

-His immediate reaction is to pick you up (gently) and twirl you around, smiling uncontrollably as your new life together flashes through his brain. He can worry about his job and all the little things later, for now, he just wants to celebrate this new milestone with you, and only you.

-Immediately begins preparations for the kid. he's buying everything you two could possibly need in bulk, regardless of how soon you'll need it. A crib, clothes, toys, diapers, blankets, anything that comes to mind, he'll buy. He'd rather be overprepared than underprepared, and besides, he's practically rolling in money, so spending too much isn't really a concern for him. Only the best for his child!

-On top of preparing, he becomes 10x more protective of you. It doesn't matter how early you are in your pregnancy, or how capable you normally are, he is not letting you do anything, no matter how low-effort the task is. He's following you around the house, helicoptering around you every second he can, picking things up for you, cleaning literally any sort of mess or disturbance you've made regardless of how capable you are, anything that could possibly be considered taxing on you is no longer something you're able to do. He doesn't mean to stress you out, that's the opposite of what he wants, he's just super nervous about your wellbeing throughout your pregnancy.

-Nobody's allowed to touch you besides him. Nobody. Not that they could before, but especially so now. On the rare occasion you're out of the house, he's always by your side, glaring at anyone who dares stare at you for too long.

-Speaking of his protectiveness, he's amping up the house's security as much as possible, if he hasn't done so already. He refuses to let anything bad happen to you in general, but he double refuses to let anything happen to you while you're pregnant, or to the kid once it's born. He's a powerful man, and with the job he has, he knows what attention he attracts and what his enemies are capable of. He can't let them hurt you or the kid, he can't even risk them knowing he has a kid. If he lost either of you...he wouldn't be able to cope.

-His fears are exactly why he doesn't let anyone besides your personal bodyguards know you're pregnant. Even them knowing stresses him out, but he still has a job to do, and leaving the house is inevitable, no matter how much he tries to put going out off. He just has to trust that the bodyguards will take care of you while he's gone, but he'll definitely be stressing when he has to leave you behind for a bit.

-He can't keep his hands off of you, even before the bump starts showing. He's constantly holding your stomach, cuddling up to you, picking you up and carrying you around, any form of physical touch he'll be doing regularly. If you're stressed and need him to back off he will, but he'll be very twitchy while parting for you.

-Lord help you when your bump does show, his hands are gonna find a new home on your stomach. He loves the feeling of your child kicking at your stomach, it calms him down whenever he has doubts about having a kid. It makes him feel like everything will turn out alright.

-He refuses to be like his father, he refuses. His dad wasn't necessarily unloving, but he was a mafia boss, and Charlie was meant to be an heir, so most of Charlie's childhood was stripped from him in preparation for his future career. Instead of being able to play with kids his own age, he trained to fight, to kill, to do business. He was taught to trust no one, to never show his emotions to a living soul, and to utilize his anger for furthering business. Pair all of that with his parent's constant fighting, and boom, ruined childhood.

-So needless to say, he's scared. He loves the kid already, and he's sure he always will, but what if love isn't enough to make him a good parent? What if he still ends up being hard on the kid, just like his dad was on him? He doesn't want to shove this life onto an innocent child, especially his child, but what if he does? How could he be a good father when violence is all he's ever known?

-You'll have to reassure him a lot during your pregnancy, even if he never explicitly tells you his fears. It's kind of obvious based on all the parenting books he's bought, or all the blogs he's scanned giving advice on how to be a loving dad. Sources he'd normally never turn to, but right now, he's desperate. He just needs you to remind him that it'll be ok, that the thought he's putting into all this is enough proof that he'll be a good father.

-He's the best comfort you have when pregnancy symptoms start to kick in. Pregnancy cravings? he's got everything you could possibly want stocked in your ridiculously large kitchen. Morning sickness? He's up with you, holding your hair back as you do what you have to. Sore? he's massaging whichever part of your body needs soothing. Tired/grumpy? He's doing whatever you need, no matter how stupid or ridiculous your requests may be. You're carrying his child after all, it's the least he could do.

-Pampers you to high heaven. Whatever you want, you'll get, no matter how expensive. It doesn't even have to be something you need for your pregnancy specifically, literally anything you want he's providing. Your happiness has always been key to him, and he's not about to let you feel unloved or neglected during your pregnancy.

-He won't ever tell you this, but it pains him to see how uncomfortable you are at moments. He's less ballistic about it than he would be if it was literally anything else causing you distress because he knows that this is natural and just how pregnancy works, but he's still very on edge, especially when you're showing visible signs of being uncomfortable. He abhors seeing you in pain, even when he knows he can't help you the way he feels he needs to. He doesn't want to make you feel bad about yourself though, so he'll keep his worries to himself, watching over you carefully as you go through your day to day life.

-Once moving around becomes more difficult for you, he'll do whatever he can to get you from place to place without letting you strain yourself. This usually ends with him carrying you around himself, but on the off chance he can't or you won't let him, he'll try to bring whatever you need closer to you, so you don't have to walk as far. It can seem a little overbearing, but he means well.

-He's constantly chattering about your kid, what they'll be like, how they'll turn out, what they'll be interested in, the big moments he can't wait for, all that good stuff. He'll love the kid no matter how they turn out (for the most part), but he still enjoys speculating with you.

-He's so excited to be a dad, and he's especially excited to be a parent alongside you!

-...Let's just hope he doesn't pass out when the baby comes, he's desensitized to a lot but childbirth isn't really something he's seen a lot of (or at all).

Hope you enjoyed!

#x reader #my ocs #ocs #oc x reader #my writing #original character #my ocs <3 #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere thoughts #sweet yandere #soft yandere #yandere x darling #yandere mafia boss #yandere mafia #mafia au

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pansy-picnics · 5 months ago

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First off I need to just mention that your Uknighted dream art is top tier elite and i am in love. Like you have no idea.

Okay, now thats said, do you have any soft ot3 headcanons/scenes that you can imagine happening but can’t figure out how to write etc etc.? 💕

God is all of them an option bc the answer is all of them

I SWEAR I. HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND THOUGHTS TAKING UP SPACE IN MY BRAIN (Both for ukd and for the entire family tbh) that i just CANNOT bring myself to draw or write or anything. If i had the time to be able to draw everything that popped in my head it would be OVER for yall i stg. And then theres my in progress fic i have up right now which i last updated in like (checks notes) January but i swear i’ve been THINKING about updating it again and that counts right

- Ummm. this is just something i find very funny but i absolutely love the idea that before they “Formally” announce their relationship, the public have just been spreading rumors left and right about the princess’s “affair”. cass and rapunzel somehow NEVER notice this but for a while it seems like eugene cant go ANYWHERE without someone either awkwardly being like “Soooo how are things going with the princess ^_^;;;” or just straight up asking “Hey is your wife cheating on you?” with no hesitation.

and eugene, being the attention whore he is obviously just Went with it and was like “Well yeah duh. Who do you think set them up”

EVERYONE GOES CRAZY.

before long literally EVERYONE has heard about it. rapunzel’s fucking Parents have heard about it. people in other KINGDOMS have heard about it. Meanwhile eugene’s having the time of his Life. He’s got disguises just to go in and listen in on the servants’ gossip. at this point he’s just started Making shit up and every day he’s spreading a proposition thats somehow even more absurd than the last. Most of them don’t even make sense. Like “Oh yeah no the reason rapunzel and cass are always sneaking off together isn’t because they’re having a steamy love affair it’s actually because they’ve been making blood sacrifices to the underworld to make sure zhan tiri never returns. Just girl things yk?”

��No see you’ve got it all wrong thats not cassandra at all. That’s shorty. He and rapunzel are having a book club together. It’s not going very well because shorty keeps eating all the books.” Or his personal favorite, “Wait you thought RAPUNZEL was the one having the affair?” gets them EVERY TIME.

Cass and rapunzel finally declare things officially only for everyone to become even MORE confused and they finally realize eugenes been fueling the fire for the past 3 months and he had just Assumed they were already aware of it

eugene: ….Wait you guys didnt know about that?

raps: i

raps: NO????

eugene:

eugene: um. Oops

cass: THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN “OOPS”?????

- this is kind of random but i PROMISE its going somewhere bear with me. In my head eugene is NOT the captain of the guard because a character becoming a cop is literally a fate worse than death. instead i like to imagine he does some kind of social work and is also an author…Eugene has a rlly strong connection to literature and is a great storyteller, hes got a flair for the dramatic and a strong imagination and seeing how much the flynn rider books meant to him in his childhood, i think he’d absolutely want to create something like that for other people 🥹

Anyways one of my favorite ideas w them is a modern au where rapunzel and eugene are both starving artists who are making a webcomic together…Eugene is still trying to publish his first novel and is writing for the comic in the meantime. theyre aspiring towards turning it into a graphic novel. Cass is literally just forcing everyone around her to read it. You’ve already read it? Read it again /J. She’s their number one hypeman but she’s trying to act sooo chill about it to keep up her Cool stone cold butch aesthetic. She’s like going to cons with them and hands out business cards and helps sell merch and she has a side account on twitter where she gets into heated arguments with anyone who hateposts about it.

Bonus points: it’s a fantasy comic about a lost princess, her knight girlfriend and her rogue boyfriend and is loosely a reference to the events of the canon show

- OH OH something that DEFINITELY fits this category has to be the girls taking eugene to the lagoon for the first time…….I think cass and rapunzel still spend a lot of dates there just the two of them, and no matter what it is very much Their Spot ™, but after things become official it just. Doesn’t really feel right to keep it exclusively between them anymore. i have a LOTTTT of thoughts on this…..rapunzel bouncing around and showing everything to him and cass just being dragged along for the ride…picnics together by the water while cass and raps are eagerly telling him all the stories of what he missed out on. it’s their quiet place i think they escape to whenever they don’t want to be bothered at the castle LOL. eugene officiates the cassunzel wedding there….. not to mention if/when they have kids 🥹 Augh. They make sooo many memories there i think🫶🫶🫶

- Not a specific scene so much as just a silly hc but rapunzel LOVES it when they “fight” over her. Usually it’s just a playful thing and rapunzel finds it so cute and endearing. They have the exact same banter every time and the same fake “duel” for her hand and raps will NEVER get tired of it

- oh and SPA DAYS. God cassandra’s self care routines by herself have always been SHIT. I love that girl but i think she absolutely reeks. Her hair looks like something died in it and whenever it gets too long she just grabs the nearest sharp object and cuts it off in one swoop. Eugene and rapunzel are UTTERLY horrified by this and they do not let that shit fly as soon as she’s living with them. They have little self care nights at least once a week, sometimes just with the three of them and sometimes the rest of the family gets into it too, it depends on the day. eugene helps do her hair for her and they pick out all sorts of fancy products for her skin and her curls and just absolutely SPOIL her. at first shes kinda whiny about it but once she realizes how much better she feels on a day to day basis she reluctantly apologizes for ever doubting them

#God sorry it takes me so long to answer these asks i need like to set aside at least 3 hours just to gather my thoughts #And then they just sit in my drafts and i progressively add onto them over a period of like 2 months #tts headcanons #tangled cassandra #uknighted dream #new dream #cassunzel #princess rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #ask #tangled asks #pansy rambling again #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #tangled

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livingincolorsagain · 1 year ago

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for @fiprobably’s prompt: Non-AU: Sam and Bucky going shopping for groceries. Except Sam is away and on video call with Bucky, who is the one actually doing the shopping. Them arguing back and forth because why can't Bucky just find that specific orange juice brand Sam likes and how can Sam want to get snacks that high in calories they're supposed to be snacks not protein bars and Bucky is so goddamn insistent on the canned peaches and Sam isn't having any of it there is literally fresh peaches over there—

Bucky doesn’t like grocery shopping. He hates it, actually. He would rather do the laundry, or the dishes. He loves doing work in the backyard, or cleaning up the garage. Anything but the groceries.

That’s why it was mostly Sam’s job. Sam doesn’t mind it, Bucky is certain he actually likes it. He writes down a list and plays his shopping playlist—because Sam has a playlist for everything—and he pauses his music to make small talk with everyone and gets a lot of free samples and freshly baked goods for it.

But Sam has been running a fever since he came back from his latest mission a few days ago, and despite the fact that he keeps saying he’s fine and he can do it, he actually can’t stay awake for more than a few hours at a time, and even going to the bathroom is an effort, so leaving the house is out of question.

Bucky can’t really hold off grocery shopping any longer. The fridge is starting to look kind of sad, and the pantry is running low on everything, and if Sam was to actually leave the bed and check the kitchen he would side-eye Bucky to hell, because Bucky, you’re a Wilson now and no Wilson household should look like that.

So, after he gives Sam his pills and checks his temperature one last time, Bucky puts his best pair of sweatpants, Sam’s old sweatshirt and his bravest face on, and makes the short drive to the grocery store.

It’s a random Wednesday morning, so the parking lot isn’t full. Bucky grabs a cart and pulls out the list. He’s barely inside the store when his phone starts vibrating. He pulls it out of his pocket, frowning with worry when he sees it’s Sam video-calling him.

“Everything’s okay?”

Sam’s face is half buried in the pillow, his one visible eye barely open, and when he says, “I’m making sure you’re getting the right stuff,” his voice is croaked and small.

Bucky snorts even as his heart twists fondly.

Sam makes a small noise of protest. “You always get the wrong orange juice.”

“It happened once.”

“And it was awful.”

“They were out of the brand you like, and it was years ago, can you let it go?”

“It’s burned into my brain.”

Bucky lowers the phone as he bites back a smile. “Jesus, fine.”

So, that’s how it goes. Sam supervises as Bucky goes from one aisle to another, arguing about every single item Bucky chooses, because no, Bucky, that’s the worst kind of beans and get the whole wheat spaghetti instead and wait, I can’t see, go back. No, that's too far. Go back a little. A bit down. Y’know what? Just take a picture and send it to me.

Bucky can’t stop smiling.

“Don’t forget the snacks,” Sam says, yawning. Alpine moews in the background. “Bring Alpine some snacks too.”

“She already has a lot of snacks.”

Sam lifts his head a little off the pillow and turns it away from the camera to what Bucky assumes is Alpine napping on Bucky’s side of the bed. “Daddy says no snacks for you, baby.”

Bucky sputters. “I didn’t say— fine!”

Sam smiles, burying his face back into the fluffy pillow. “That’s what I thought.”

Bucky shakes his head, but he can’t stop smiling, because Sam’s eyes are drooping and he’s fighting it. “Go take your nap, I’m almost done anyway.”

Sam stubbornly opens his eyes wider. “No.”

“I only have the snacks and cat litter left, there’s no way I’m gonna mess that up.”

“But—“

“Sam.”

“Fine,” Sam says. “Love you.”

Bucky’s smile grows. “Love you, too.”

“Salt and vinegar chips.”

“I know, Sam.”

“Just making sure.”

“I’m hanging up.”

He hears Sam laughing just as the call cuts off.

check out this post if you wanna send me a prompt!

#some liberties were taken but i hope you enjoy it fi <33 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #onlysambucky #sambucky fic #a writes sambucky

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newtthetranswriter · 1 year ago

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'Ello, 'ello, 'ello! I just saw your post about making GO2 x readers. I was wondering if you can make an Aziraphale x reader? The reader is a rank lower than Aziraphale, but more chaotic when they got on earth. Reader's a freaking simp to Aziraphale and tells everything they like about him to Crowley.

Bonus if Crowley literally yeets the reader to Aziraphale for swooning too much.

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A/n: Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy it. It was nice dipping into the Good Omens fandom for writing. Requests are currently open, just make sure to check my rules and character list before requesting thanks, and enjoy. Also very small season 2 spoilers so read at your own discretion. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Having been on earth for the past 6000 years has been wild. I have witnessed and maybe participated in multiple wars, seen the rise and fall of empires, but the best thing I have witnessed on earth is my fellow angel, Aziraphale. I just love his fascination with books, and the workings of human society. The fact that he even is so kind as to help the demon Crowley with tasks that they both happen to be assigned to is amazing, he is such a kind individual and needs to be protected.

Over the years I have noticed that whenever I’m around him my brain goes fuzzy, like it becomes impossible to think of anything other than him. I have no idea how to tell him this, I mean it’s not like he would feel the same about me. After all that we have been through together I think it’s best if i just keep these feelings to myself, as I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship.

Well keeping it to myself is far easier said than done as I was currently pestering my favorite fallen angel, and some things may have slipped out.

“I don’t know when I started feeling this way, I just think he’s so sweet. And the look on his face when he thought his books were destroyed in that church back in ww2, he was so sad and then he realized you saved them he was so happy. I love how he takes care of his books like they are the most important things in this world.” I said, talking the demon's ear off as he just rolled his eyes at me.

He just continued to sit on the park bench while we were waiting for Aziraphale, watching me pass in front of him. “Why are you telling me this, I don’t care.” He said hoping I would just sit down and shut up.

I just rolled my eyes and continued knowing it would probably still be a few minutes before the angle showed up. “I just wish I knew what he was thinking in that pretty little brain of his.” I sighed as I sat next to Crowley. “Who am I kidding, he would never like me like that. I’m one misstep from being a demon, he’s so straight laced while I like to cause trouble. He wouldn’t even look my way if we weren’t both angels.” I said exasperated.

The demon next to me just sighed before hoping the other angel would show up already. “Just because you are more of a morally gray angel doesn't mean he wouldn’t look at you. I mean look at me, I’m a demon and he talks to me.” Crowley said, jestering to himself. “ And trust me he does like you, talks about you whenever you aren’t around.” He said, trying to cheer me up.

“Yeah right, there is no way Aziraphale, the perfect angel who runs a book shop that is really just a cover for his hoarding problem, would like me. But it’s whatever, I've resigned myself to watching from afar. I’m fine watching him light up every time he finds a rare book, or finds a new food he likes.” I said in a dreamy voice. “Anyway I’m done talking about it, he should be here soon.”

Just as I finished the sentence, said angel walked up to us. We both greeted him before checking in on whether any of us have heard from hell or heaven recently, thankfully not. After about ten minutes of quick catch up, Aziraphale stood up and turned to us. “Would either of you care to join me for lunch?” He asked with a bright smile.

I was about to decline when Crowley spoke up with a wicked smirk. “Oh I’m not in the mood to eat right now but our dear Y/n would gladly join you.” He then pushed me off the bench towards the angel ignoring my glare.

“Well then, shall be off than Y/n.” Aziraphale said as he reached for my hand. I hesitantly accepted it, not missing the thumbs up Crowley shot my way as me and the angel walked away.

As we approached the small dinner we had picked for lunch Aziraphale took notice of me being more quiet than usual. “Is everything alright? You’ve been oddly quiet.” I could hear the concern in his voice as we took our sets.

I gave him a small smile before responding,”Everything is fine just feeling a little under the weather I guess.” I said hoping he would accept the answer and leave it at that.

“Oh, are you sure you are up to getting food then, we could go back to the bookshop and I could make you a nice cup of tea?” The angel asked, making my heart swell and blush rush to my checks. “You do look a bit warm.”

I silently cursed myself of course he would notice me blushing. I tried to think of an excuse. “I’m fine really, it’s just a little warm. Let’s just order.” I watched as he let out a sigh before waving down the waitress and placed our order. I relaxed slightly hoping he finally let it go.

After about thirty minutes, we had finished eating and were now walking back to Aziraphale’s bookshop. It was an awkward silence, I could tell he wanted to ask me about something but I wasn’t sure what. As we turned a corner on to a less crowded street he stopped suddenly, I turned and looked at him confused. We were only a couple blocks from the bookshop, why did he stop all of a sudden.

“You’re hiding something from me.” He said out of nowhere, his tone wasn’t angry but more concerned. “I heard you talking with Crowley before. I didn’t hear everything but I could tell it was something about me because you ended the conversation saying ‘he should be here soon.’. And I don’t want to over step but if there is something you need to tell me please just tell me, I promise to listen. I’m really good at Listening.” I could tell he was worried that it was something bad.

I froze for a second before walking up to him. “It’s nothing bad, I just don’t know how to tell you this.” I said, looking away slightly. “Look, you don’t have to respond now or ever actually, but I like you, a lot. And I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just needed to get it off my chest. I love how much you love books, and helping people.” I finally got the words off my chest hoping to at least still have one of my best friends.

There was a pause before he smiled at me and grabbed my hands. “How could I possibly not feel the same way? Yes you tend to go about things in a less than angelic way but that’s part of what makes you so amazing. I love that about you, I love that I can talk to you about my rare books and you will listen, I love that you get along with Crowley cause let’s be honest he’s not the easiest to talk with. It’s amazing to have you here. So I do feel the same, and never be scared to tell me your feelings. I am here to listen.”

I just looked at him in shock. Crowley was right, Aziraphale does feel the same. I was at a loss for words but I settled on giving him the biggest smile I could before pulling him in for a hug. As I pulled from the hug, he placed a hand on my cheek and smiled. I knew that whatever came next, we would have each other's back. Little did I know that what came next was a very naked Gabriel who had no clue who he was or why he was here. This was gonna be fun.

#good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens x reader #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale

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tua-five · 6 months ago

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Season 2 Episode 10

Today's episode starts off sad. A painful reminder that Ben is gone.

Reginald was cruel enough to blame it on the kids, but at least had the decency to let them have the day off.

I also love it shows that each and every one of them affected the timeline. Even Klaus. How he was named and knew the connection (probably through last name), I don't know. And of course, they think Five was being held hostage and then Five says he does feel like it sometimes.

Which brings another thing to attention. The news specified "hostage" not kidnapped. Kidnapped requires moving the victim, whereas hostage does not. However, that has nothing to do with my point. Hostage also requires the attention of a 3rd party. So they believed that they held Five hostage in order to do something or get something. What exactly did they think that was? I really want to know how far the conspiracy theorists went.

The siblings all had a lot of balls to tell [Viktor] that they won't help [him] and Harlan. For the first time, [he's] asking for help. Admitting that [he's] scared. And they tell [him] they have other priorities. They tell the one who literally keeps ending the world no. Good choice. Also, little do they know that it literally WILL be their priority in just a few measly hours. They make up for it by all joining in the car. That was really sweet.

And wow, I forgot that Ben told [Viktor] to tell Klaus that he was too scared to go into the light. That it wasn't his fault. I almost started crying again.

The only thing I can think of, is Diego should've shut his dang mouth. I mean, I know it would've happened anyway, but still. Diego saying there's 7 of the siblings and 2 of them. Oh yeah, you're right. See what I can do? Boom. A billion commissioners. Idiot.

I am proud of Diego, however, with the bullets. He's never done anything like that (assumably), and it's a lot at once, too. He did it to save his dumb brother that everyone believes got themselves into this mess.

There's a lot going on here, and I'm writing as I watch, so it's a little difficult to find the words to voice my thoughts on this. I'll try my best.

[Viktor] being able to calm Harlan, being able to go into the little bubble that was created, is impressive. It might not seem like it, but it actually really is. That I'd such a huge energy force. Anyone else would probably be dead.

Lila being able to mimic everyone's powers is way too overpowered. And somehow, without practice with any of the powers, she's already stronger and can master them. Despite Five being too tired to blink, Lila was still able to.

Klaus being about to hit the ground, but being caught by ghosts. Another show of his powers and how great they can be.

And of course, Five being the dumbest most idiotic person and pushing a 300-pound Luther out of the way of falling bricks. Luther literally survived a chandelier being dropped on him without a scratch. However, I do know that Five doesn't truly know that, so fine. But still. His love for his siblings makes him dumb.

Another thing about Five. He was too tired to blink with Diego, but then he goes and fights Lila, blinking around the room. There's 2 logical reasons he's able to do this. 1 being, he's had enough rest that he isn't tired anymore (though 2 minutes barely feels like enough time), or 2, he's running on adrenaline now. Out of fear. For himself and his family. He sees Allison dying, thought Luther was going to die (supposedly) by the bricks, etc. He's mad and confused, and he's afraid. He won't admit it, but he is. I'd like to believe it's the latter. That he's running on adrenaline. It just makes more sense.

Okay, hold on..

It seems I have remembered things wrong..?

The siblings are just now figuring out that Lila is "one of them". Klaus says, "Eh, but there were only 7 of us." Somenwhere somehow, my brain went to the hargreeves siblings knows that they are 7 of 43 gifted children born on the 1st of October 1989 from women who were not pregnant when the day began. I assumed that Reginald Hargreeves told them so. However, here, the siblings say that he never told the full truth. That they should consider the possibility of there being more of them out there. Meaning they didn't know about the other 36 children.

I went back to the first episode. To rewatch Sir Reginald's speech after the bank heist. And he says, "Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us lifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of The Umbrella Academy." So here, he hints that there are more "powered" people out there. However, the siblings now seem to not know that. So Reginald, either gaslit them, and/or they blocked that out. They're kids, so right now, all they're thinking about is the hundreds of people in front of them. The news cameras. The people they just saved and those they killed. The victory of their assumed first mission.

Can we talk about the amazing lines in just 30 seconds?

Luther saying "Love shouldn't hurt this much." Diego saying "I know what it's like to love dangerous people. Difference is... they love me back." Him saying that they can be her family if she let's them. Lila pausing to look at the others, and they all smile at her!! Like they truly will!!?

And then, dang, I did not remember The Handler just killing everyone so quick.

What's so sweet is Lila saying, "They're my real family." To the one she's called mom for so long. She's calling them family after she just tried killing all of them.

It's also sad how I'm sure Five is using his very last energy to go back in time. "Seconds. Not decades." He's dying, a gun pointed st his face, and his father's words echo in his head. And he uses that.

So much can change in a matter of seconds.

He saves his family with the last ounce of hope and will he has. Successfully.

Oh, and may I just say. With how accident prone and apocalypse prone, the siblings are, they should've known to take an extra briefcase. Just in case, ya know?

Cause yeah. "Shit" is right.

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hotluncheddie · 1 year ago

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✨hello✨ I’m havin thoughts again and now you bear the brunt of them (I’m so sorry it’s because your writing makes me feral 😈)-

Just thinkin about how Steve would be the service top to end all service tops- like that man would be *so* invested in his partners pleasure yk, like that man gets off on getting his partner off

So enter Eddie- and maybe Eddie’s never had a relationship like this before, where they’re properly dating and all that. And then maybe for whatever reason, Eddie gains weight, gets chubby, a belly, thicker thighs n all that sexy shit,

And Steve is just like 👹🥵😍🥰😘 because now there’s more?? For him to discover??? About Eddie??? And he just gets so invested in seeing how different parts of Eddie get more sensitive, how different positions work better for them, and basically just Steve having the absolute time of his LIFE because all he wants is for Eddie to feel good and it’s like every wet dream he’s ever had:

someone allowing him in and discovering everything they like *with him* and he likes Eddie soooo much and he’s just so happy that the person who’s letting him in is Eddie!! And he gets to do this with Eddie!! And Eddie likes Steve so much too, and he just feels so comfy with Steve because Steve always makes him feel so good about himself✨

Anyways this started as something smutty and then I had to insert schmoopy ass shit into it at the very end because I’m literally incapable of having any other thoughts??? So now I’m leaving this here I’m so sorry

AAAAAAAAAAAAA *goes outside* *rips all my clothes off* *fucking howls at the moon*

dude!! don’t apologise!!! thank you thank you for sharing such big brain JUICY thoughts with meeeee!!!!

i’m just obsessed with like service top steve, service mouth steve, service dom steve like feeds into his praise kink SO well. just wants eddie to feel GOOD. steve just loves hearing it and seeing it and making it happen, just makes him so HARD, fucking LEAKING over the noises and faces he gets eddie to make.

and like i just have this image of newly chubby eddie wearing his leather jacket, maybe going to steves work to talk to him. but his new belly is peeking out the front, pushing the flaps of the jacket apart and steve just sees it and in his head he’s going crazy. because this eddie is so hot and still so confident and so happy because everything's over and he can relax and god his jeans look so good now with all the meat eddie has on his thighs and steve is just a blushy stammering mess.

like steve who’s just obsessed with being able to bury himself between eddie’s newly thick thighs, them squeezing his head and he’s just able to open his mouth and taste and feel. and maybe his hearing has gone a bit but its okay because eddie is SO loud all the time so steve can always hear what feels good. and eddie never stops taking never stops telling him how good he is, how amazing and perfect it feels.

maybe they’ve not been dating that long and steve’s just still fixated on the fact that he fucking loves sucking dick. but maybe eddie gets kinda insecure. ‘i barely ever even to touch you stevie’ and steve goes so red because he didn’t really realise it was so noticeable but, like, he just doesn't need eddie to do anything back, because he always gets off on eddie’s moans the feeling of eddie around him and it just the perfect environment for him to rut against the mattress and finish. mind and body foggy and gooey and delicious. he’s ruined so many pyjama pants that way.

and when he tells eddie all that, eddie just gets gooey and calls him cute and kisses him silly. but then eddie makes a point of spending some nights on just steve, making him moan, whispering the praise right in his ear so he really gets it, knows how good eddie feels with him, how much he thinks about steve when he's alone with just his hand (oh and steve would just LOVE that, getting eddie off even when they’re apart). eddie making them switch positions so eddie can see the look on steve face when he finally tips over the edge.

or maybe eddie’s had like a little experience with a couple random guys just from like parties here and there. but it always felt like he was performing, like he had to put on a roll, like he couldn’t really enjoy himself. he always had to pay to much attention to if the other guy still liked him, was still into it. so he had fun, got off but it was never a space where he could really let go. but with steve, with steve its like his fucking soul is being bared.

because steve is just so obsessed with eddie loosing himself and just enjoying it. like steve has to spell it out a bit but eventually eddie gets that steve gets most turned on by eddie being truly in it. just thinking and moving in whatever way feels good. and eddie leans into it. same way he leans into his weight gain. he likes how it feels, how his body has changed, likes eating and doesn’t wanna stop. and steve is SO SO into that, eddie being happy and comfortable and it’s just makes everything hotter. so eddie gets naked way more, wants to try different positions, see what feels best. finds out that he has all these new sensitive parts, all these bits that just light up where steve squeezes them with his big, massive hands. likes slipping into sub space sometimes because he just knows steve will always take care of him. it just feels good, makes them both feel so good.

like they are the ultimate switch couple, you KNOW they’re trying out every dynamic under the sun, just for the fun of it. pushing matching kinks and playing around to find more kinks and it would just be so fun and gooey and full of love. like so many nights these set ups and bits of foreplay just turn into one sinking into the other, holding each others hands and looking into each others eyes and just making love.

and i feel like i mention this all the time but i’m obsessed with chubby stoner eddie who just likes snacking on the couch with the tv on and steve under his arm. and i think steve would get a little hot just watching eddie be comfy and indulging and the way him getting full makes his t-shirts fit and i just know that steve would sink to his knees and suck eddie off while eddie just keeps doing what he’d doing.

full horny stoner bf meets sometimes stoned oral fixation bf who loves giving head and loves feeling a belly press against his forehead while he’s doing it. match made it fucking heaven.

and like chubby whiny eddie who just wants to get looked after because he’s worked a letting these walls he’s built down. knows now that he has someone he can be loved by and he needs to accept it and keep it. because its special, steve is special. and steve who just so so wants to do that for him. has all this love in him that he’s never had reciprocated until now, and he just want to give and look after and be good. so when eddie is full and sleepy and squirming on the couch, just begging steve to fuck him. steve so happily obliges because when eddie wants to get fucked steve is at his fucking service. and its always so good and so hot and so full of love.

(this was so many tangent parts aaaaa sorry!! and sorry the reply took to long i kept just getting little lines in here and there until i felt like i kinda answered it???)

#heheh #👹👹👹👹👹👹👹#ty ty for this!!!#rly hope its okay!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #chubby!eddie #ask #they’re in love #steddie wg #drabbles

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theguardianace · 8 months ago

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Can I politely ask you to elaborate on the Aroace Nene fic you talked about some time ago? Or just simply how you see her in your brain after finding out she's aroace? If it's not much to ask, of course

OMG YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! absolutely. i will ramble about aroace literally anybody on the drop of a dime this is one of the best anons to get actually

nene's story is actually the one i have the least about, to be perfectly honest. i have a plot for both emu and tsukasa's stories, but haven't quite figured out one for nene. honestly, i think nene's the type of aroace to not really... care about it that much. she'd never cared about love or romance to begin with, so when she realized it was because she was aroace, it was mostly like "hm. cool. im gonna go play animal crossing now".

as for finding out... i think it would have happened in middle school, back when she was Online Gamer Nene TM full time. with how much she loves games and storytelling, it really only makes sense she'd want to engage with fandom content like fics. however, just... seeing the way people sexualize her favorite characters, or only write/draw shipping content... she didn't care for it. she didn't want to engage with that. not that there was anything wrong with it! people can do whatever they want with fictional game characters. she just. didnt care about it herself. which led to her feeling even more isolated even within her favorite hobbies. i think this would sort of lead her to playing a variety of games so she doesn't have to worry about getting absorbed in fandoms she doesn't care to be a part of. she still checks, every once in a while. for games that she really likes. i think its through this that she eventually stumbles across a popular aroace headcannon, goes "what", googles it, and is like "wow. thats me. sick". and then moves on

but like. even when she's moved on. it's still really nice to know, yknow? it explains why she felt like the odd one out not wanting to ship stuff, or even care to entertain it. there's people out there just like her. it makes her less anxious, a little more sure of herself.

she doesn't ever tell anyone. not even rui. (i mean, they hadn't talked in ages. how is she supposed to? "hi, we havent had a genuine conversation in years, how are you? by the way i discovered im aroace and you probably don't know what that means and honestly i dont really care about it myself. have a good day".) (and once they do start talking again, it just... never came up. she never felt the need to, and he never felt the need to ask.) until my epilouge chapter where they all end up coming out like WHAT WERE ALL AROACE THATS SO SILLY anyways

in casual life, i think nene would have been the type for adults to go "oooh, you have a crush on him, don't you? look at you, all red and shy just thinking about him" when shes simply Just Like That. it was really annoying. she knew she didn't like them like that and that was that. but shes too scared to say that so she just took it. definitely didn't help the "nene needs to learn how to make friends" department. honestly, her only relief from it was with rui- both her parents and the kamishiro parents recognized that the two really did care about each other, but it wasn't like that. also no way in hell they're ruining the one friendship their kids have.

later with emu, i don't think there was any point where people even considered a romance, at least not at first glance. it wasn't like people at school even knew about emu (minus when she snuck in, but why would this hyperactive pink thing be looking for that shy second year?). and people walking the streets didn't really assume they liked each other like that since they were two girls. nene's mom was a little curious if they were dating since emu comes over so often and is so physically affectionate, but she never really pressed. she was mostly just happy nene has friends over that aren't just rui. (also, emu's aroace too, so nothing in her demeanor even made nene consider it could have been romantic. shes just Emu.)

for tsukasa, it's a similar thing. by the time people have realized the two are friends, nene's confident in herself and her feelings enough to shut down the people who would even dare assume she likes a buffoon like that star in that way. there's those people that go "oh but you're mean to him and girls are mean to boys when they have a crush on them" but she's tough enough to go "ew" and move on. (she did complain about it a little to rui on a walk home once. if he ended up in her classroom the next day to "grab her for lunch" and weaponize his dangerous reputation to intimidate them when she wasn't looking, it was sheer coincidence.)

also, i think out of the four, nene falls most on the loveless scale. tsukasa, emu, and rui are all beings made of love despite the fact they don't fall in it. nene's a bit different. she cares about her friends, and she's super good at making them (despite what she thinks), but she doesn't really... love them. not in the ways people usually want to describe love. she would kill a man for them in a heartbeat, don't get me wrong. she just experiences those sorts of feelings differently. it's care, and determination, and hope, and happiness, but not... love. not completely.

anyways aroace gamer nene so real fic will happen once i figure out how to tie these ideas to a plot 👍

#i say i dont have much on aroace nene and then drop this #lol #ace answers an ask!

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dabihawksluvr · 23 days ago

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jesus christ dude. I understand headcanoning characters as queer or gay or whatever but your "dabi is a misogynist" post reeks of your own internal misogyny. maybe do some soul searching and figure out why you talk to the women you're talking to in that post as they're lesser than you. and hell, what made you post that in the first place???? absolutely insane to put in the main tags. also using c.ai because you can't come up with your own plot is fucking embarrassing get a grip

Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this one today <3

First off, it's pretty obvious that Dabi has some form of his own internalized misogyny because at one point he called both his mom and Fuyumi the 'weak ones' in the family (literally said that the females in the family are all weak-willed). Maybe he fixes that with Toga, because he obviously treats her loads better especially when she goes back to her childhood home. But you cannot tell me, for one iota of however many brain cells you have left in your head, that Dabi was 'never' negative about women in general?? It doesn't need to be spelled out, it's right there if you just pick up the context clues given.

And it doesn't make me love him any less either, if anything it makes me love him MORE because of the angst that can be made with the thought that any Y/N!Female could be the ONE woman he finally gets better for in that aspect. And I love stories where those kinds of guys realize their mistakes with hating all women, it's glorious and makes me weep every single time I read about it.

Oh, and fun fact, I am biologically female. So if you're trying to say I'm 'misogynistic' because I identify as male, oh boy are you SO wrong. I just find it funny that ever since I started identifying as male (around a month ago I specifically came out as DemiBoy) suddenly the influx of 'anti-man' comments are coming straight for me whenever I bring this stuff up. So go on, I honestly need a good laugh today and your anger is hilarious to me.

I'm not using C.AI anymore btw (the bot is too negative/mean now for me to get any joy out of using the site), but even if I was...cool? It's not like I'd take whatever was written and copy-paste it as my 'fanfiction', you weirdo. I just used it for fun, in fact most bots I made on the site were kept private *unless* it was an OC or 'original' plot of mine.

As for me posting all that stuff to begin with - have you SEEN how some in the fandom write Dabi??? Some make him out to be an absolute dick, far worse than anything I've ever thought about him. Like, making him into an even worse abuser than Endeavor ever was. But at least with MY headcanon, he can be redeemed because his reasoning for seeing women as 'weak' is based on actual canon rather than just a sexual fantasy about someone being abused and liking it (nothing against those who like that stuff but it wasn't my point when writing my post).

Or, on the flip side, fans who write him seem to forget his more 'mean' points of his character and it just feels disingenuous to me. I prefer being close to canon with how I see characters, not against the fandom versions in any way but in my head I always stay close to how they're portrayed by the OG creator/writer. And I also like angst, I am allowed to 'bump up' certain character traits if it fits my headcanons and if you don't like it then tough tits.

Also, you are a coward. Sending me an anonymous 'ask', at least be up-front and let me know your username so I can rightfully block you. Because I'm only writing this as you left yourself unknown, I cannot go to your account and erase you from my side of Tumblr because you might get some (much needed) backlash for this.

Go fuck yourself, and anyone else like you who thinks you can talk shit and get away with it. Fucking coward.

#bnha #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #dabi #lgbt

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hotpinkboots · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! I see Mr. Djarin and I must request 👀 Could we get Mando having some sort of fear of losing y/n? I love how you change your blog theme throughout the holidays and events btw it's so cute 🥰

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~𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 x Reader: Separation Anxiety~

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"oh sorry guys I don't write with any anxiety topics"

also me: DIN WITH SEPARATION ANXIETY!!!!

Also my black text thingy STILL ISN'T WORKING (TUMBLR FIX NOW PLS DARLING) so I just didn't use any color...which is entirely against every cell in my body because I like the text color to match the character, but it's not working so I'm forced to just leave it all BORING :(((

ALSO DJDJDHDSHAWOWI THANK YOU SO MUCH ⭐REMEMBERRR THIS IS ALL PART OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 EVENT THINGY! Any requests I get with Mando will be done BEFORE any other requests in my inbox! This goes all week long!⭐

Note: this is a little bit after Grogu went bye bye with Luke. I made Mando all dumb and clingy C:

~Enjoy~

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𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓

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~He seemed to be fine for a few days, he obviously missed the kid but didn't really show it much. Maybe just a bit quieter than usual.

~which basically means he was silent because he already doesn't talk much

~He seemed a bit more unfocused when he picked up bounty hunting again. He came back injured more often than he used to.

~Because his brain was completely focused on you instead of what he was doing. Would you be gone by the time he got back? What are you doing? Are you hurt right now???? No, you're fine. BUT WHAT IF-

~Worried you might just decide to leave him. The Kid left him because he wanted to go, would you leave just because you wanted to as well? Maybe it would just be better for you to, anyway. Life with a bounty hunter? You can't like him enough to stay in a life of danger.

~It doesn't matter how long you've been with him, he'll still worry that you don't like this life.

~Grogu left because it was his "destiny" or whatever, he didn't want to leave, right??

~Okay so basically he's just a mess you get the point

~He always seems to be hovering over you, now. Watching from the doorway, and when you say something about it, he just says he was checking on you.

~It gets annoying and then he's annoyed and embarrassed that you're annoyed and now he's stressed and kind of sad. He thinks he's being oversensitive and now he's even annoying himself. help him omg

~He starts getting way more violent than he used to be during hunts. Anything to protect you.

~Din's just realizing how important you really are to him. Doesn't understand how much something means to him until it's gone, he's learned, so now he's around you and just...looking at you and appreciating you and being so freaking worried over something that doesn't exist and isn't happening

~Super stressed out if you ever need to leave to do something, or even if you just want to go shop around or get something to eat.

~It comes off as him being super annoyed, but he honestly just doesn't want to see your back when you leave, and he's scared of you getting injured, kidnapped, ect.

~He used to always be fine with you doing literally whatever you wanted because he knew you could handle yourself. Now he's worried about the smallest thing happening and does not want you going anywhere.

~(Y/N): I'm going out to eat

~Din: we have food at home

~Clings to you and then tells you that you're the one following him when you say something about it. He gets embarrassed.

~But then he feels bad and realizes that's a form of gaslighting you so he rejects what he said and tells you that you're right.

~Really, he's just an emotional mess. He gets over it slowly, but Din really just wants to make sure you're safe and that you're happy with him. After Grogu left with Luke, you're the only person he has to take care of. He likes feeling needed by you 🥺

~So now you're the baby!

~He did already have separation anxiety due to his parents :( so now it's worse. It's not permanent, but he definitely starts overthinking about you and your safety.

~Just be patient with him, he'll be okay.

~The man just worries a lot and loves you.

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GRRRHRHRE I WANNA GO DEEPER INTO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE OVERPROTECTIVE AND WORRIED MANDO

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drawnecromancy · 5 months ago

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Get To Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer, questions are from @davycoquette (and like Ceph, i'll link the template riiight here :))

If you see this post and consider yourself part of writeblr, please consider yourself tagged. I don't actually feel like I know enough people who would nod and go "yes, my blog is a writeblr", to tag anyone except @isabellebissonrouthier and @literarynecromancy LOL (also Ceph already tagged Jez so I can't tag him)

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr ?

Well, that's the thing isn't it.

This blog isn't a writeblr. I've defined it in the past as an art blog, because i made it in 2017 primarily to show my drawings to other people. The thing is that said drawings tend to be part of a bit of writing anyway, so of course I'm including that. And it's also a personal blog.

This is just my house man.

What led you to create it ?

Accidentally answered this earlier - I wanted to show my art to other people.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community ?

My friends ! I, genuinely, do not interact with the writeblr community much beyond my friends/mutuals. I have no idea how I stumbled into having genuine writeblr mutuals in the first place.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you ?

I tend to reblog on @irianeth without further comment because my brain is empty 99% of the time

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash ?

...i don't know ?

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today ?

Probably go in the writeblr tag and see how people do it ? I have no idea. Have fun I guess.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately ?

I've been a bit frustrated at my inability (largely due to time and energy constraints) to keep poking at my novel, Le prix du sang. [Hélianthe et Atropa tag] Genuinely I would like to be able to write a bit on it soon because i want this story out of my brain and into people's hands.

Other projects I've been Thinking about... Mostly roleplay stuff with @lee-thee-bee [Neseah tag]. There's so many AUs rolling around in my brain you have no idea. I can grab almost literally any character and go "here's an AU where shit goes differently". Sometimes it's better sometimes it's worse. Been rotating a funny one lately including fake kidnapping this time around.

How long have you been working on them ?

Le Prix du Sang ? Oh boy. I think it started before university, so probably in the 2017-2018 ballpark... Man, that's like 6 or 7 years.

Lee and I've been making Neseah since December 2023, I believe. Not even a year old but there's So much.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started ?

LPDS : I had a weird fucking dream. I was a woman, armed with a crossbow, running away from an entire village trying to kill me for being a witch. I eventually ended up in the living room of a sexy vampire who was basically offering me a job (helping him massacre the village) in exchange for letting me live. We massacred the village. I woke up like "hold on, if you change some things, it could be a short story". ...and then, the short story got out of hand. The village massacre is essentially just the first chapter.

Neseah : "Hey, do you want to do roleplay sometime ?" "Yeah sure !"

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them ?

24/7 for the Nesean guys as of right now.

Hélianthe and Atropa I mostly think of when I'm writing them, since I've got a Lot of things down for them I don't feel the urge to rotate them every second anymore. That, and it's no longer a hyperfixation.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say ?

Is it a dreaded question ? I reply "Fantasy". That's the truth.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.

You mean, this long ass list that should be updated with everyone from Neseah ?

Highlights include : Alan, Hélianthe, Atropa, Anne de Monthaut (I LOVE YOU ANNE), Valiandra (The Emperor - he has his own tags bc I think about him SO much), Benadryl (we love Ben).

Not included yet on the long list, but will be included shortly : Maran of Neseah, Nelvaren of Neseah. Insane wizard son and unhinged ghost father. Also Nadir, who's basically "what if Nelvaren was a 25 year old trans catboy". (if you're wondering, yes, Nelvaren's also trans.)

Who’s the most unhinged ?

I think probably Valiandra. Due to the Horrors.

That and also the fact that sometimes he is his own parent in increasingly fucked up ways.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write ?

Maran and Nelvaren - due to being roleplay characters, mostly ! Spontaneity and being able to Just Get Into It feels important to me to sling stuff back and forth.

Hélianthe goes also fairly smoothly because he's fucking ridiculous.

Do you ever cringe at them ?

(Side-eyeing Hélianthe) You could say I do, yes.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters ?

All and none at all.

Sometimes shit Just Happens and Just Makes Sense (Alan dramatically revealing stuff about his past, him being Margot in Le Prix du Sang). Other times, a character presents me with an idea, and I rotate it, and go, no. Most times I'm between putting them in situations to see what happens, and/or building from things I want to write about.

You gotta be able to reverse stuff you don't actually want in your writing.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters ?

Yes ! It's a lot of fun ! I don't get a lot of them and I'm 100% sure it's because I also don't send enough questions to others ! I want to get bettter at this tbh.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account ?

If they seem nice !

What makes you decide against following ?

If I feel like I wouldn't vibe with them or their writing !

Do you interact with non-mutuals often ?

No. But that's because I don't go to the writeblr tags. Due to not being a writeblr.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle ?

@bitchfitch's Arlo lives in my mind rent-free. I need to throttle him so bad but also I want to have a nice day with him and braid his hair or something. I am very normal about this goat. Also Adonis. Every so often I'm just like man, I wonder what Adonis and Ione are up to right now.

@isabellebissonrouthier's Chrysanthemum Clawe - Chrys is so fucking funny. I didn't expect she'd be my favorite but she's a disaster and I love her so much.

@logarithmicpanda's [SPOILERS FOR HEART OF STONE THAT WOULD TAKE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH PROBABLY]. Besides it, there's Ordyr my best friend Ordyr, I want to go hang out with her. And Orion. Funniest little shit I've ever met I need to redraw that slurping the source image.

@jezifster SHADOW. And Veronica to some extent but she scares me, while Shadow just makes me laugh so hard I want to study him like a bug

#tag games #like don't get me wrong. writeblr sounds like a nice community.#i'm just terribly bad at getting involved in communities because i am inconsistently around #so im basically just happy if a friend thinks of me when a tag game is going on is all #i'd tag mal in the last question but they don't share their writing online at all so it'd feel like using a spotlight when they dont want i

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bobtheacorn · 5 days ago

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For the writer goal ask meme: 🫘💥👾!

[from this!]

🫘 Spill the beans. What’s a new project you’re doing this year?

I got this twice, and I SWEAR I was gonna answer a lil bit differently bc it's fine to have multiple projects (but watch out!!!!!). But literally as I was typing this out I...... forgot..... what the other project was.... and I have ruminated on it for at least 30 minutes, so it's gone-gone. Sorry the brainfog is real y'all lmao

👾 Do you have any “bad” writing habits you want to break?

Feeling super compelled to write when I'm doing literally anything else, but then blue screening the second I sit down in front of the computer 💀 That's a tough one.

I'm also trying to break myself of "editing" as I write. Bc then I end up "editing" the same part(s) over and over again without making PROGRESS. I need to start cruisin it and not constantly look over what i've already got. I been trying to train myself outta this by writing on paper! Like the whole damn scene or whatever. And THEN as i'm typing it up, make edits and stuff.

even if I do read over it I CANT make edits on paper with the same ease as the computer so there's no point

it takes me longer to physically write it by hand, so i'm pausing longer to Think abt each sentence before I even commit it to paper

i've not got my face stuck to a screen half as much.

Genuinely and for real, feels good feels organic. And

Purple! Gel! Pens!!!

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you’re most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I'll be real, I'm pretty excited to be working on 'project aster'. I love to be like "give that man a BABY!" just truly shocked it's sth that pulled me (as if I didn't start (and then not finish 💀) a "Donnie accidentally/on purpose clones himself and makes a baby girl" fic bc whoever the hell originally came up with that idea is a flippin genuis, I HAD to ride the serotonin wave)

I'm not gonna ramble abt PA rn bc i'm still cookin, but I WILL drop a snippet from the Dad-atello one, because I actually read through it the other day and it still makes me laugh:

"Alright, Dad," Donnie says, in all seriousness, "I know this is going to be difficult, but I need you to power through your depression-period memories and tell me whether I should start her off with baby formula or turtle food."

Splinter shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

“Dad, what do you mean you don’t know you literally raised four - count them, four - one, two, three, and four - mutant turtles!”

“Well, yes, technically,” Splinter fumbles. Donnie has to allow him that. Technically. “But that does not make me an expert! Besides, this one is baby-shaped! You were all shaped like slightly-larger-than-average turtles with weirdly long and adorable limbs!”

Donnie throws his hands up in despair.

"Of course I would perfect the turtle-human hybrid!"

Splinter goes on, clearly wracking his brain, “I don’t think I started feeding any of you people food until Raphael was walking."

"Frankly, I’m afraid to ask, and yet I must: What did you feed us, Dad?"

"Mostly, bugs and fish and dog food.”

"Is that why Mikey barked for the longest time?" Raph asks cautiously.

"We'll never know," Mikey says blithely, because even at twenty-two he is still the Youngest Sibling and if he doesn't say something Unhinged to throw them off every once in a while he isn't living up to his full potential.

Leo frowns at him.

Donnie drags his hands down his face.

"Dog food, Dad…"

"I was a homeless, freshly-mutated single father of four strange little turtles….!! If Leonardo had not spoken almost immediately, I would have raised you all as pets!"

#rise donatello #rise fanfic #asked #love 'donnie clones himself and makes a baby and now hes a dad about it'#like the fandom trope of all time for real

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pavlovianfuckery · 9 days ago

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baby, i could be your LÖVBACKEN or your GAMLEHULT

AO3

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

Summary: Brain misfired again, so you're sorry and I'm welcome. Been writing 90% of this while in painkillers because I cracked my ribs like a dumbass AND i broke up with grammarly, so if there's anything weird (other than the usual) please give me a shout

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: Human furniture kink (done so very badly because this man would not have the patience or possibly the capacity to take it even a little bit seriously), Blowjob stuff, Vaginal fingering (just a little, do you want ice with that though?) Dry humping or something? there's a clit clip involved too so consider this your warning, no use of y/n

Length: 5500~ words

In hindsight, telling him that you'd 'be there with bells on' had perhaps not been the best move on your part. Not like you could've known that it would end up being quite so…literal. But on the other hand, this isn't the first time he's taken something that started partly as a joke and actually given it to you, even if it might not be how you'd imagined it.

It hasn't been that long but your knees are already starting to ache. You'd been so sure that being on the soft rug would help make it easier, but you're soon proven wrong, the thick pile digging into the skin until it feels like kneeling on steel wool. Your neck isn't much better off. Keeping your head bent down and simply staying still has turned out to be more taxing than you'd thought it'd be, but you don't dare adjust yourself. Almost every movement sets the tiny bell on its clip jingling, and right now, you're supposed to be quiet. After all, furniture doesn't make noise.

He's not making it easy, though. Lounging in the plush armchair he's seemingly absorbed by the tablet in his hands and you can't tell if he's actually busy or just pretending to be, but either way, he's not looking at you. At least you don't think so, but it's impossible to tell when you're not allowed to move, much less look up.

The clip putting a gentle but insistent pressure on your clit is bad enough, but he keeps reaching over and touching you. Even though the touches are sporadic and almost absentminded, it's enough to keep you off balance, and right now, balance is something you desperately need. Holding his drink steady on your back is hard enough as it is when it's in a tumbler, but you suppose that you should be grateful that at least he isn't in the mood for wine tonight. As he reaches for the glass, his fingers brush over you, and you're a just a hint too slow to completely hold back from leaning into it, making the amber liquid slosh against the sides of the glass. For a second you tense up, expecting the liquor to spill, but the glass is just empty enough to keep it from happening, at least this time. That doesn't mean that the thoughtless movement won't have any repercussions, though.

Ting…

At first you think that he might not have heard it, but it seems luck isn't on your side today.

"You know…" he voice is almost gleeful as he slides a hand over the curve of your ass, "you're really bad at this." You can't quite keep from shivering as his fingers settle against the back of your thigh, and the effort to squash the impulse to spread them wider isn't entirely successful. Despite being prepared for him to do something, it still catches you off guard when he pinches you. He doesn't do it by halves either, making you grit your teeth to keep from making a sound. It feels like an eternity before he lets go, leaving you aching in more ways than one. Rather than setting the glass back down he drains it, and even though you can't see, you can almost hear the wheels of his mind turning.

"Looks like I'm due for a refill," he nonchalantly puts the tablet on your back before getting up, giving your ass a playful slap as he goes past. "Don't go anywhere."

Aside from the sound of him moving around in the kitchen, you're left with only your own thoughts for company. At least it gives you the opportunity to stretch, slowly rolling your shoulders and your neck before leaning against the side of the armchair, careful not to drop the tablet. Tonight he's been almost sweet in a strange kind of way, though it might not look like it at first glance. Not that he'd ever admit it. He's always enjoyed teasing you and seeing you frustrated which helps this whole thing feel a bit less selfish, but it's pretty obvious that he's not getting quite the same enjoyment out of this that you are, that this is all for you, even if he's being a bit of an ass about it. Besides, you have no doubt that he'll get his by the end of the night one way or the other. He always does. Before long, the sound of his returning footsteps pulls you from your thoughts.

"Now, then…" He sounds almost annoyingly cheerful as he swirls the drink around. The dull clinking sound of ice makes your stomach drop, a single thought flashing through your mind; Of course he's going to be a bit of a bastard about this, why wouldn't he be? "Lets give this another try, shall we?"

It's mostly stubbornness that keeps you still, nails digging into the rug as the freezing glass is briefly pressed to your skin. The feeling of it almost instantly sticking makes you wince. Surely it shouldn't be that cold? Did he fucking plan this part in advance just to mess with you? You honestly wouldn't put it past him, and he all but confirms it when he peels the glass back off of you and puts a goddamn coaster down, as if you really are nothing but a piece of furniture. It's actually almost sweet, in an absurd kind of way. Aw, he doesn't want to give you frostbite, what a gentleman. It's not all positive though, because the coaster makes it that much harder to keep the glass from sliding around.

If he notices your distress he doesn't show it as he gets back in the chair, grabbing the tablet off of you and busying himself with it without sparing you as much as a glance. It's uncomfortable, but thankfully the spot where he first set the glass down stops hurting quite quickly, and for a moment you think that you can do this. That if you just concentrate, this will be easy.

And it almost is, at least until he starts touching you again. It's more of a tickle at first, simply running the tips of his fingers distractedly over the parts of you that are most readily within reach. Across your lower back, down your side, whisper-light touches over the backs of your thighs until you're sure that he must notice how desperate you're getting to be touched properly. There's no way he can't tell or that he isn't doing it on purpose.

"So is this actually working for you, or…" Clearly not expecting an answer, he brushes against your lips before gently cupping you. The feeling of him parting your lips and dragging the tip of a finger through the wetness there has you letting out a low gasp, but he doesn't seem to notice it. "Sure fucking feels like it. You want to know what I think?" The monologue really isn't necessary since you're not supposed to respond, but then he's always seemed to love the sound of his own voice, so he keeps going anyway. "I think you need to cool down a little bit."

Setting the tablet down somewhere out of sight, he plucks the glass from your back. There's the cli-clink of ice again and before you have time to wonder what he's going to do this time, stray droplets of below-freezing liquor hits your skin. The first touch of cold had been bad enough but the suddenness of this has you instinctively twitching away, making the glass wobble precariously. You only just manage to straighten up in time, but not without making a sound.

Ting…

Shit.

As the tinkling sound fades away there's a few moments where nothing happens. You're not sure if he's waiting a few extra seconds just to make you sweat, or if he's simply considering his next move. The leather of the chair creaks as he shifts, leaning over the armrest and giving you his full attention for the first time since he'd put the clip on you. Then there's ice pressed against the back of your neck, leaving a trail of droplets behind as he drags it on a meandering trail downwards.

"See? Completely useless." The entire time he's talking he's still drawing the ice over you, slowly working his way back and down, making you shiver. Stopping to take a quick swallow of his drink before putting it back on the coaster, he adds; "You look good like this, though."

You can't quite decide if you should feel flattered or insulted. Despite his comment about cooling you down, the ice sliding over you has almost the opposite effect. As he moves it ever closer to your neglected cunt, you're torn between pulling away and leaning into it, and the first touch of ice against your lips knocks a gasp from your throat. It's light, barely brushing against the sensitive skin, but not for very long. There's a moment of hesitation, then he pushes the ice into you.

The cold burn of it has you gritting your teeth again, but at least it's something, and you can't stop yourself from clenching around it on pure reflex. It doesn't bring any real relief, but at least it's something to focus on besides the discomfort. It's a struggle, but you actually manage to stop yourself from outwardly reacting as much this time, aside from a quick rush of breath. For a few moments he simply watches as you try to fight the shivers, grip on the rug tightening to keep from squirming. Reaching down he flicks the bell a few times, making the clip tug on your clit, enjoying the little twitches it elicits from you.

Half expecting another quip, the feeling of him sinking his fingers into your cunt catches you by surprise, making a whimper start to bubble up your throat. Not wanting to give into it you bite your tongue, desperate to hold it back. You almost manage it, too. But then he's pressing gently down, hooking his fingers over the ice and pushing it into your front wall over and over. The sound of his fingers unhurriedly thrusting into you is almost embarrassingly sloppy and it's made even worse by the ice very slowly starting to melt, dripping down the insides of your thighs. The thought of the precariously balanced glass on your back is the only thing that keeps you from moving, and besides hoping that this doesn't end with you doused in freezing liquor, all you can do is wait for it to be over.

Between his fingers stroking you in exactly the way that he knows will make you fall apart and the constant pressure of the clip, it doesn't take long for the tension between your thighs to start winding tighter and tighter. The growing pleasure refuses to be ignored, which is somehow worse than the discomfort. Aching to give in to it, you no longer care about the breathless little noises starting to fall from your mouth as release draws closer with every thrust. But of course he stops before pushing you too far, leaving you just short of the point of no return. Instead he withdraws completely, leaving you empty and more than a little frustrated. The sound of the ice being dropped back in the glass and him proceeding to knock the rest of the the liquor back doesn't make it any better, either. Once the glass is completely drained, he smacks his lips with a pleased sigh.

"Taste damn good too." Snatching the coaster off of you, he puts it and the now empty glass somewhere else, though you're a bit too relieved that it's not on you to notice precisely where. Then he has the audacity to snap his damn fingers, gesturing for you to get in front of him. If it had been anyone else you'd be more likely to bite their ankle than obey, but he's always made obnoxious work for him and this time is no different. As you start getting up, he stops you. "Not like that. Crawl for me." You don't have to be looking up at him to be able to tell that he's smirking.

Still, there's something comfortable about listening and simply doing without needing to think. Painfully aware of him watching every move, you shakily crawl across the rug. Once facing him you hesitate, not sure what he's going to do. Then there's the tip of a shoe digging into your side and nudging until you've moved to where he wants you, still on your hands and knees in front of the chair but lower than before. He makes a bit of a show of it as he leans back, putting his legs up and resting his feet on your back with a contented noise. Then he quickly retrieves the tablet before leisurely crossing his legs at the ankle and going back to ignoring you.

Where the ice failed to cool you down, this works a lot better. Probably because with nothing other than the solid weight of his legs to occupy you, it's not exactly the most exciting thing in the world. As the minutes tick by, you'd almost call it boring. Not that it lasts very long. It starts with an uncrossing of the legs and then there's the tip of his shoe again, but rather than pushing you, he simply rubs it gently over your ass, then down the back of your thigh, following the same trail his hand had gone earlier. Down and then back up, down and up. Thankfully it's not quite as distracting as him touching you directly but it certainly isn't helping, and at this rate you're not sure whose patience will run out first. Trying to discreetly stretch your neck, you can't quite keep from grimacing. It's embarrassing how fast you've gotten stiff just from being in one position for a while. Apparently you're not as sneaky as you think, because he lets out a low chuckle that's almost bordering on derisive.

"You had enough already? And here I was starting to enjoy myself." As he swings his legs to the side and off your back, you can't keep from sagging in relief. Not that they had been particularly heavy, but being able to move freely after being stuck in the same position feels almost too good. As you straighten up it's a bit shaky and slow, but the way he's looking at you would make the discomfort worth it, even if it hadn't been part of the point to all this. "I wouldn't get too comfortable just yet, if I were you. Still got some use for you."

"Do you, now?" Finally giving in to the urge to stretch properly for the first time in what feels like hours, you can't hold back a groan. Logically you know it can't have been that long, but between the tension and the static position, it might as well have been.

"Oh, I can think of a couple of things, actually," he hums, summer-sky eyes darkening as his gaze shamelessly slides down your body. "Come here." It would be hard to resist even if his knees weren't casually drifting apart, leaving you with the perfect space to slot yourself into. Pulling you closer, the thing that instantly draws his eye is the gleam of silver. "Open your legs for me, doll."

Not waiting for a response he pushes a knee between yours, gently coaxing them apart until you're all but straddling his leg. The way the tips of his fingers glide up the inside of your thigh is almost ticklish, but you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to.

"Look at you…" The feel of him slowly dragging a finger through your slick folds is nearly enough to make your knees shake. Pressing against your entrance, the breathy little noise he makes when you twitch against him goes right to your core. But instead of giving you what you want and sinking those lovely fingers into you properly, he pulls away, flicking the bell with a nail. "Does that hurt, sweetheart?"

"It's fi-" Clearing your throat, you try again. "Fine, it's fine." If it comes out as more of a whine, that might be because he keeps tugging on the damn thing. Not hard enough to be painful, but enough to make you remind you that it's still there.

"Yeah?" He grins up at you before giving the clip a small twist as he pulls it, sending a twinge of pain through you and driving you up on your toes with a gasp. "How about now?"

"Now you're being a prick."

"Aw, it can't have been that bad." When he reaches for the clip again your first instinct is to pull away, but this time he really is gentle. After easing it open and taking it off of you, rather than letting you step away he pulls you close, resting his chin on your stomach and looking up at you through lowered lashes, mouth set in a small pout. "Want me to kiss it better?"

"Maybe I do." Reaching down to pet his hair you can't quite resist giving the soft curls towards the back a small tug, enjoying the way it makes his eyes slide shut.

And then there's the buzzing of a cell phone. Groaning, he rests his forehead against your belly for a few seconds before pulling away and fishing it out of his pocket. You can't see the caller ID, but from the look on his face, it can't be anything good. Frowning at the screen, he lets it keep ringing a few more times before rolling his eyes and answering it.

"What?" It's very nearly a snarl, and you can't help feeling just a tiny bit sorry for whoever is on the other end of the line. It sounds like this might take a while so you sit down on the soft rug to wait, resting your head against his leg. "And you felt the need to call me because…?" Since you can only hear one side of the conversation and only half paying attention you're not sure what the problem is, but you can feel him tensing up. "No, absolutely not." There's a brief pause, and then; "A little busy here, so if you'd just do your damn job…" At that point you more or less tune out, taking it a bit personally. "A little" busy? Maybe you should do something about that.

Going slow as to not arouse suspicion, you wrap a hand around his ankle just to test the waters, but he doesn't seem to really notice. When rubbing your hands up his calves doesn't even make him blink, you decide to keep going. Sliding your hands up his thighs and gently squeezing does make him look at you for a brief moment, but it's not until you reach his fly that he really reacts.

"Behave," he mouths at you, brows going up. While you absolutely can behave, he probably should have specified if he wanted you to behave well or not. When your hand goes to his fly again, just dragging a nail over the metal teeth, he reaches down and grabs your wrist with a small shake of his head. Fine, be that way. Sighing, you nuzzle the inside of his thigh before biting down. The fact that it can't have hurt through the denim doesn't stop him from letting go of your wrist as if he's been stung and grab the back of your neck instead. As you try to pull away his grip tightens and he's clearly on his guard now, but if anything, that just makes you want to keep going.

It's only the work of a moment to quickly slide a hand up and pop the button on his jeans. That's as far as you get before he pushes himself against you. If he thinks that nearly smothering you with his crotch is going to dissuade you just because there's no more room for your hands, he's sorely mistaken. It does limit your options somewhat though, and you're not about to try and pull his fly down with your teeth. There's something correct and almost relaxing about being trapped between his legs, though. Sighing, you mouth at him through the denim, and it's actually kind of nice. Very nice, even. Pulling his scent deep into your lungs you can feel him twitch and swell through the saliva-damp fabric, and you can't quite stop a needy little whine from escaping. God, why'd he have to pick up the fucking phone?

"And what do you expect me to do about it?" Letting go of your neck he casually slips two of his fingers between your lips, effectively shutting you up. Even though it has no business feeling as good as it does, it still makes your mind go a bit fuzzy at the edges as you give them a slow suck. Even though they're more like a pacifier right now you still can't keep from quietly moaning around them, mimicking what you know he loves when it's his cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue softly over the pads of his fingers. The way it makes his voice waver ever so slightly for a blink-and-you-miss-it moment fills you with a fierce kind of childish pride. Serves him right. Doing it a few more times has him taking a deep breath and shifting slightly in his seat, words coming out clipped and perhaps even slightly rushed.

"Unless you want to be replaced by a cardboard cut-out, I suggest you do what I pay you to do, and handle it." Cutting the call with a frustrated noise before turning back to you, he throws the phone to the side where it bounces once before finally landing face down on the thick rug. "Now, where the hell was I?" Popping his fingers out of your mouth you hum, pressing a few kisses to his knuckles.

"Something about 'kissing it better', I think?"

"Really?" He watches as you gently bite the fleshy part of his palm before moving up to the graceful taper of his wrist, tracing your lips over the delicate tendons and veins there. As you suck the beginnings of a small bruise into the pale skin right where his pulse-point would be if he was fully alive, he sighs. "And I suppose you think you deserve it after that little stunt just now?"

"I've got no idea what you mean." Blinking up at him you do your best to look innocent, though the effect is probably a bit ruined by the smile tugging insistently at the corners of your mouth.

"Don't you?"

"Not even a little bit." Glancing at the armchair, you don't think there's quite enough room to comfortably straddle him, but you can't know for sure unless you try. Worst case, you could always sit in his lap, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. Before you can get started on finding out though, his hand is at the back of your neck again.

"Don't bother getting up."

"No?"

"You seemed happy enough on your knees a minute ago. Besides," he gives your neck a quick squeeze before letting you go, "don't you think it's kind of rude not to finish what you started?"

"What about me?" The words come out sounding a lot whinier than you mean them to. While he might actually be making a fair point, with the way he's been winding you up for the past hour it certainly doesn't feel very fair.

"What about you?" His tone is infuriatingly flippant, in a way that can only be on purpose.

"I…" This had not been part of the plan. Squeezing your legs together, you're very reminded of how heavy your cunt feels, how empty. "Don't I get to come?"

He seems to find that very funny, which honestly makes you want to throttle him.

"Not saying you can't, just that you're on your own with this one." While it's not how you'd wanted this to go, you'll live. At this point it feels as if a stiff breeze might possibly do the job, but as you reach down to give yourself a little rub he tuts at you. "Ah, no touching while you're working. If you need it that bad, I'm sure you'll manage."

"Have you ever considered that perhaps it's a better idea to save the jokes for some other time?" He's really just being mean now, and your mood is rapidly going from turned on to just plain annoyed. "Like for example, not the minute before I'm about to have my mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"Wow, you're really going there, huh?" There is absolutely no chance that he's taking you even a little bit seriously, but at least he's not laughing in your face, though it looks like it might be a close thing. "But I consider myself a reasonable man, so…" Leaning back in the chair he stretches, your eyes instantly drawn to the thin strip of exposed skin as his shirt rides up. Then he nonchalantly straightens his legs out as well. "You can use me, if you want." While that certainly sounds good, you don't really follow, and the confusion probably shows on your face. Sighing, he nudges you with his knee. "Up a bit, doll."

Raising yourself up makes things a bit clearer as he slides his leg between yours, letting you straddle it. The friction as you experimentally rub yourself against his shin feels better than it has any right to, to the point of it being slightly embarrassing. If nothing else, it certainly helps to bring your mood back to where it was a few minutes ago, or at least pretty close to it. It's not going to be terribly comfortable like this, but you'll make it work. While you'd love to comment on the 'reasonable' thing, right now, there's something you want more. Trailing your hands up his thighs you stop to palm him through the denim.

"Can I…?" And even though you know that not only is it allowed, it's expected, asking still feels good, if only because him telling you 'yes' is the closest to 'please' that you're ever likely to get. This time, he doesn't stop you as you go to pull the fly down, its metal teeth parting with a low rumble. By the looks of it, this might not be exactly how he expected the evening to go either, but at least slipping a hand inside his boxers and pulling his half-hard cock out is easy. The angle is a bit off, but thankfully it's not enough to be a major problem.

After the way he's jerked you around tonight, it only seems fair that you should take your time and make him wait for it for a change, so that's exactly what you end up doing. It's not exactly easy though and you have to fight the urge to wrap your lips around him and suck until he's a leaking, throbbing mess in your mouth. Instead you gently rub your lips over him, pressing open-mouthed little kisses down his shaft as you grind against his leg, enjoying the velvety brush of him against your cheek.

"Have I ever told you," you sigh, wrapping your hand around him properly, "that you have the prettiest cock I've ever seen?" Between being as lovely and pale as the rest of him and the broad head being such a soft shade of pink, it's not even a lie. It still seems to catch him a bit off guard though, earning you a breathy little laugh.

"You say the sweetest things when you're turned on, doll." You simply nod in agreement as you slowly kiss your way back up towards his tip. "You going to show me you mean it?"

It takes an almost herculean effort to not rush things after that, but you manage. Instead you lap at his tip, teasing fat drops of pre-come out of him and making him twitch against your palm. Making sure to get him nice and wet, you drag your tongue over his length until he's glistening with it. When you finally wrap your lips around him and puts your mouth on him properly, you're rewarded with the sound of leather creaking as his grip on the armrest tightens.

Rubbing against his leg as you suck is slightly uncomfortable and even a bit degrading but that doesn't keep it from working, and rather than chasing your release, you find yourself needing to slow down. The sounds he keeps making might be partly to blame for that, though. Or possibly the way he keeps watching you, eyes half-lidded and brows knitting together, un-needed breath coming in shaky little bursts. Maybe you've teased him long enough. Using your hands to cover what your mouth can't, you get started on trying to draw as many of those lovely noises from him as possible. Even though your knees really hurt, you try to concentrate on the feel of his cock in your mouth. You want to be good. Every suck and swipe of the tongue is almost reverent, his every groan and murmur of appreciation spurring you on until it feels as if you might combust. You're doing something right for once, he likes. Just as you establish a rhythm to it, there's a crash, startling you right out of it.

Slipping him out of your mouth with a wet little pop, all it takes is a slight craning of your neck to spot the problem. So that's where the glass went.

"Should we…?"

"I really don't give a fuck," he gasps, voice rough around the edges as he slides his hand up to the back of your neck again, grip almost tight enough to be slightly painful. "Don't fucking stop."

You can't help feeling a bit silly, but the interruption is soon forgotten as you slide your lips over him again. The feel of him throbbing on your tongue is almost addictive, and the pressure between your legs as you rub against him is broad, deep and entirely too good. It quickly puts you almost at the edge and you're beyond caring what it looks like as you brace yourself against his thigh and rut against his leg, chasing the release that's only slightly out of reach. Then he tenses underneath you, breath starting to catch. The sound of him getting close, knowing that he's right at the edge with you, is the last push that you need. It's hard to be loud with his cock in your mouth but its still not enough to keep you quiet when you come, rhythm faltering as you moan around him. You can feel the denim going slick as you desperately grind down against him, riding the wave of pleasure until you're trembling and oversensitive, twitching at every slide of soaked fabric against you.

"Did you just…?" His voice is almost reedy with it, the words coming out in unsteady little puffs. "Oh, fuck, you did, oh, sweetheart, fuck." You're not sure if it's a laugh, a whimper or a moan, or perhaps a bit of a mix as he floods your mouth, making you struggle to keep up. You don't entirely manage, but with the way he's happily twitching on your tongue and the breathless noises falling from his pretty mouth, you figure that you can probably be forgiven a dribble or two.

As he starts coming back down, his head falls back against the backrest and for a minute he just stays like that, chest heaving as you slip his softening cock from your mouth. Thankful to get off your knees you carefully slide to the floor, taking a moment to wipe your chin and gently tuck him back into his boxers. There's a short stab of hesitation as you consider what to do next, but eventually you settle on resting your head in his lap, too tired and sore to do much else.

"So..." His hand drifts down, idly petting your hair, "I'd ask if you liked that, but…" Rather than elaborate he just nudges you with his knee, clearly amused at your expense.

"Mm." Too tired and sore to take any sort of bait right now, you eye starburst of broken glass spreading out behind the armchair, glittering in the low light. "I'm not cleaning that up."

"Tssk, figures." There's no heat behind it though, just boneless contentment, at least for now.

"Also, you owe me an orgasm, I think."

"Do I?" He looks up from studying the wet spot on his leg, popping a very skeptical eyebrow at you.

"At least one." When he doesn't respond, you continue; "Possibly a few extra, to make up for the pain and suffering." That gets you a disbelieving huff of laughter.

"That's a pretty bold claim coming from someone who just came from humping my leg, doll. I'm kind of flattered, actually."

"…Shut up."

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