#A walking loser to bite and pamper

[honehonn3honey]

Look at him is a loser, cutie let me sleep there 😵‍💫

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Version with glasses and reference why not?

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 + 𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: dabi’s been gone for too long, and now that he’s back you and tomura have him all to yourselves.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: touya todoroki/reader/tomura shigaraki | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.58k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: threesome, poly relationship, shigadabi, gn reader, minor cbt, orgasm denial, bondage, sub tomura, dom reader, dom dabi, blowjobs, biting, blood, minor hair pulling, drug mentions, dabi worked in the red light district before joining the lov, shigaraki pretty much getting pampered, snowballing, cum eating.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“c’mon, tomura, i know damn well you can do better than that,” you murmur, bouncing on his cock while he writhes against the mattress. his eyes squeeze as tightly shut as he’s clenching his fists where dabi had bound them above his head, curling and uncurling his ever-so-deadly hands over and over as a means of distracting himself from the tautness in his belly. 

“m’gonna cum,” he moans lowly, shaking his head from side to side. “y’gotta stop, i — i’ll c-cum!” his balls had drawn up and the urge to cum had overtaken him several minutes ago, but he’d held off so far as best he could. still, pre leaked from him inside you like a half-off faucet ran water, and the twitches of the muscles in his cheeks just under his eyes gave his feelings away. 

“you better fuckin’ not, you fucking loser,” dabi rumbles from the chair in the corner begind you both, where he was watching you fuck all while fisting his own cock in time to each of the brutal drops of your hips. “you begged so fucking long for us to fuck you together, and you’re gonna blow your pathetic load in the first ten minutes?”

“i’m t-trying-!” shigaraki wails, and you let out a breathy laugh as you drop down hard and grind into him, your ass smashing against his balls in a way that would hurt if he didn’t want to cum so badly. he’d enjoy the pain regardless, you think wickedly to yourself, he’s a freak like that. 

affection swirls around in your chest like the smoke drifting up to the ceiling from the end of dabi’s lit cigarette as you think about it, knowing that your glorious leader would let you crush his balls in your fist until they turned purple if it meant you or dabi getting him off after, and could you blame him? after his stint in the red light district ( which is where you’d met him while looking to buy a quick eight ball ), dabi was a god with his mouth and cock in ways that had you both addicted. 

“y’need to cum, y/n?” dabi calls lazily from behind you, and you just chuckle as you look down upon the mess of a man you’d made. 

“i’m fine. but i think tomura’ll lose it if he’s told no for much longer.” you can hear him stand and stride over to the bed, pleasantly half-surprised when you feel the bare flesh of his thigh against you; sometime on the short walk he’d kicked off his jeans and underwear. 

“mmm, well; he’s always been a brat that way, hasn’t he?” dabi purrs lowly, resting his hands on your hips and gradually slowing your bouncing to a stop in a way that has tomura whimpering as he watches the two of you lock lips above him, dabi nipping at your lips as your teeth and tongues clash against each other. slowly dabi eases you back into a smooth rhythm of fucking one another, releasing shigaraki’s wrists from their binds with one hand while the others grasps at his hip. instinctively shigaraki throws his arms around you both, careful not to touch flesh with all of his fingers  lest he hurt one of you, and the three of you melt into a mound of teeth and flesh in only the best ways possible. 

“off ‘im,” dabi grunts to you while biting a clear track down shigaraki’s jaw, “want him to cum in my mouth.” shigaraki whimpers at the sound of it and dabi grins into his skin as you lift off of your shared lover with shaky legs, grinning enough to show teeth as you fall back ever so slightly and slip your hand between your legs. while you do so, dabi easily maneuvers himself to lay on his stomach between shigaraki’s legs, lapping at his balls and the base of his cock like the whore he used to be. 

“god, i fuckin’ crave your taste,” dabi groans against the softening length of shigaraki’s sensitive cock, speaking of both of you, and a shaky moan falls from shigaraki’s lips as he rolls his hips up into his lover’s mouth. 

“please,” he whispers, “please, please, please please please-!” 

“yeah, yeah, i got you,” dabi mutters, opening his mouth and running his tongue up the sensitive underside of shigaraki’s length before taking it into his mouth once he reaches the head. you watch with heat blooming in your belly, toying with yourself in a way that was reminiscent of dabi before he’d decided to join in on the fun in a more hands-on way. you watch as shigaraki bucks into dabi’s skilled mouth, sharp cries falling from his lips and one hand flying down to grip the dyed-black hair with a pinky raised, the man always so mindful of the deadly nature of his quirk when it came to the two of you — to every league member, really, but tonight wasn’t about the entire league. no, it was about the three of you, and tomura was determined to fucking bask in it all. 

“yes, yes, yes — m’gonna cum, dabi, god-!” shigaraki cries, and you quicken your own movements as dabi does the same, bobbing his head faster and faster up and down shigaraki’s length as the younger man calls out for him. “y/n-n! w-want you, please!” his free hand reaches out to you desperately, opening and closing in a frantic fist as he pleads for you. “y/n! y/n!”

you move without thinking, intent on giving him what he wants, and you curl up next to him and gently begin nibbling at scarred lips; they crack open for you, and as you lap at the blood that flows they fall open and you slip your tongue inside, laving it across the heated insides of his mouth as dabi leads him closer and closer to orgasm. the others in your hideout weren't allowed to hear him, you and dabi were both fucking greedy when it came to his noises, and you’d stay that way for as long as you could. the sounds wrenched from inside him were yours to claim and yours alone, and the both of you would be damned before sharing them tonight when it had been so long since you’d all had each other. 

you pull away from the kiss, a thick strand of saliva connecting the two of you. shigaraki chases your mouth with his own, the two of you staring into each other in a way that, though wordless, drowned out the sounds of dabi gagging on tomura’s length as he went down on him. you could feel one of dabi’s hands dancing along your own skin, but you ignore it in favor of laving your other lover in the attention he deserved. “it’s okay,” you croon softly, cupping his face in one hand and brushing back bis hair from bus sweaty forehead with the other, “you can call our names, you won’t be blamed; we know you need us, sweet boy.”

a shrill cry falls from his lips as he starts cumming in dabi’s mouth, and you’re quick to kiss him again to muffle the sounds as dabi collects all of his spend in his cheek until the cock in his mouth stops twitching so violently and the flow of cum has ceased. you pull away from shigaraki, who’s now silent, and turn as dabi leans up to kiss him fiercely, the two of you rolling tomura’s cum back and forth between your mouths as he watches tiredly from his spot surrounded by pillows. 

“fuck, baby, y’taste so good,” you moan softly into dabi’s mouth, allowing tomura to weakly grasp at the two middle fingers of your free hand with three of his own while your other hand knots in dabi’s hair. dabi grunts in response, licking at cum that’s smeared across your lips, and cups his hands on your hips and squeezes. you whine into his mouth and he laughs breathlessly into yours before pulling away to swallow what was left in his mouth as you do the same. 

“god, i’ve fuckin’ missed this shit,” he mutters, eyes dark yet still bright at the same time as they flicker between you on your knees beside him and tomura’s limp form. “fuckin’ shit.”

“you were gone too damn long,” tomura mutters, finally speaking after all the howling he’d done just a few minutes earlier, “never sending you away that long again.” and he was right. dabi had been gone almost a month searching for recruits, and it had been hell, and the two of you had missed him — he didn’t mention it, but he could tell. 

it made him happy. 

“yeah, well, tell that to the big man,” he mutters, ignoring the way his cheeks burn, and you chuckle softly before crawling over to curl up with tomura. 

“isn’t that you?” you purr, and dabi rolls his eyes through a smile while tomura laughs a little and hides his face in your neck; his nose is cold, but you don’t say anything, content with the feeling no matter how odd it felt. 

“shut up ‘nd sleep. both of you’re a pair of brats ‘nd i don’t know why i put up with you,” he teases lowly, laying on tomura’s other side, and the man grins into your neck. 

“because we’re the best, of course,” he says factually, and dabi rolls his eyes but doesn't correct him. 

“sleep, loser.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Can you maybe do a how you cuddle with the brothers + simeon, and lord diavolo if you haven't yet.

Oh! I actually did something of the kind but it's actually 'Snuggles After a Long Week' and it's only with the brothers, but although it is alike it's actually not the same sooooo.

I decided to do all the boys because I felt like it lol.

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Cuddlimg Headcanons For All Boys

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Lucifer

If you wait for him to have time to cuddle you are going to become this meme:

Waiting for Lucifer never works, just go for it, consequences be dammed.

Sit on his lap and latch yourself onto him while he works, hug him from behind while he is making coffee and refuse to let go even when he has trouble walking around, put your legs over his when he sits on the couch, climb onto his bed and just let yourself lay right on top of him and refuse to move.

This pissy loser may become annoyed but he loves it.

And honestly? When he starts to cuddle you back, believe me, you will never feel comfier.

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Mammon

This boy is supposed to be a bird and yet he acts like one big puppy.

Just grab onto his head and drop him right on your lap and start playing with his hair, he will always nuzzle onto you with a chance of actually hugging your middle.

Have him sit on your lap with his legs on either side of you and carress his back while slightly scratching the back of his head and he will basically give up on functioning.

Naked cluddling right before falling asleep? Hell yeah. You two are a mess of limbs, basically glued to each other, your heads on each other's neck, arms holding each other close, legs tangled, you probably won't need a blanket, he definetelly wakes up sleeping on top of you with his head on your chest and his ear right over your heart.

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Leviathan

If you think you two won't sit on each other's lap, chest to chest, and just, hold each other close, you are wrong. It doesn't matter who is sitting on who as long as Levi gets to be with you.

Also have you seen how he sleeps with his body pillow? Prepare yourself because you are definetelly becoming that body pillow if you sleep with him. And it's even better if you also sleep in the same way, because you guys will end up in the most hilarious positions once you wake up.

This baby may be easily flustered to the point of faiting at the start, but he gets used to it, to the point it becomes almost automatic for him to sit on your lap or you on his, laying his head you your middle in betwern your legs, actually doing some casual talk while hugging each other in the middle of the corridor which he was not able to do at the start.

He will still get flustered if pointed out how he got used to it though lol.

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Satan

Unicorn cat man is big on laying on chests, be it you on his or him on yours, just being able to hold you or be held by you and letting his guards down is enough.

And no you are not scaping cuddling with him AND cats at the same time. Who do you take him for???

And no you are also not scaping cluddling with him AND Belphie, or rather, neither of you are scaping.

Asmo sometimes also likes to be in the same position???

Oh yeah you will also be sharing space with whatever book he is currently reading.

And he basically has no shame in latching himself onto you in public and not letting go (or rather he curses you to no be able to let go for a while).

Good luck with this one;

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Asmodeus

Just give him your consent and he will basically become a second layer of skin.

And boy is that skin comfortable.

Free massage? Aromatherapy?? Softest pillow ever??? Personification of words of affirmation????

There is literally nothing better than letting yourself be pampered by this man, but you know what? He deserves it too.

Just hold him close by your neck or chest and let your hands roam freely on his body, carressing from the tip of his ears to his thighs.

Give him some kisses too, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, right between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his temple, pamper him!

50% of chance he will actually tear up a little bit.

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Beelzebub

Another puppy, but this one is a big puppy, so unless you're as buff or buffer than the puppy you probably won't be able to have him on your lap.

But that's okay because you can still pamper him even when you have to be the one on his lap instead, he will most likely lay his head on your shoulder and hug you close, so make sure to give his head some well deserved scritches, nuzzle onto him and he will reciprocate right back.

Depending on the night he will either rather be the one holding you, protecting you from the outside world, or be the one being held by you, finally being able to know what is like to be the one being protected, to let himself feel safe.

Probably carries you around when he needs to go on his midnight runs to the kitchen. He will give you a bite of whatever he is having if you ask for it.

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Belphegor

This lazy cat.

His body is sprawled right over your lap wherever you are sitting on the couch, it's weighing like a backpack when you are standing and he just drops himself over your shoulders, your hands are free? Look again, they're now supposed to play with his hair, you're enjoying your time under the blankets? It's our time now, he is right there under the blankets hugging your legs, you need to go somewhere? Well, not anymore, he is on your lap now and so you aren't going anywhere.

Hug him while he is sleeping and he will immediatelly lock you in his grip but try hugging him while he is awake and he will just, become dead weight.

If you sit on his lap he will cuddle onto you but will definetelly fall asleep with a chance of slowly falling sideways, in which you won't be able to scape his grip.

Good riddance.

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Solomon

This man is definetelly not really big on cuddles, specially not with someone he needs to be openly vulnerable to.

One night stands? That's fine he is just cuddling because he wants to be polite, with you though? Whom he has built a close relationship to, who trusts him and is trusted by him, who he doesn't want, for once in his immortal life, have his walls separating him from? What on all realms is he supposed to even do?????

He is stiff most of the time but has enough muscle memory to make it pretty comfy.

He will be pretty amused if you decide to take the lead, but he makes sure to use your gestures as reference for the next time he wants to give you some loving.

He will make you feel just as loved as you make him feel, just watch him.

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Simeon

Sketchy angel will gladly allow himself to be cuddled and to cuddle you, just know he has more walls than Solomon, a LOT more walls.

Therefore although having him with you feels heavenly, just like the perfection of the Celestial Realm makes the whole place seem a lot more uncanny, you won't be able to shake off the feeling that, something is not quite right.

But don't give up, keep on talking to him, carressing his dark hair, feeling his exposed skin and just, loving him.

Don't let your guard down to the point you ignore that one thing that just doesn't feel quite right, but don't let your guard up to the point you won't be able to reach his true self.

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Diavolo

One more puppy, the biggest of puppies, if you're able to have him on your lap and not get broken bones (or you aren't but are willing to have him on your lap anyways broken bones be dammed) he will gladly let himself get pampered.

Never you will find someone more needy due to loneliness.

He will gladly lay on your middle and let you mess up his hair, carry you around while you hug him and hold you close whenever and wherever.

Just make sure to keep some tabs on any possessive behaviour, he is scared of losing you now that he knows what is like to not be lonely anymore afterall.

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Barbatos

To walk the line between casual cuddling and extremelly intimate cuddling perfectly is something only Barbatos can do.

Won't even hesitate if you drop yourself onto his lap and neither will he hesitate to be the one seated on your lap if you gesture for him to do so.

Holds you close with a soft but firm grip, it feels so natural it becomes hard even from those around to give a comment about it.

Need a boost for the day? Ask for a hug and he will hold you the same way for as long as you wish.

What about him though? He is not very used to being given affection, so make sure to hold him close when he least expects, Diavolo says the face he makes is priceless.

[buckybarnesdollface]

The Beach House

Summary: Reader is insecure about her body on a vacation with the Avengers, but a certain supersoldier shows her he thinks she’s stunning.

Warnings: Smut

           When Tony had said he was taking the team on a retreat, a private beach house in Malibu certainly hadn’t been what I’d expected. The place was enormous, with over a dozen bedrooms, a home theatre, a pool, and access to its own private beach. After what the team had been through in the past year, Tony had insisted we all deserved to spend a little time relaxing and being pampered.

           In all honesty, I felt a little out of place being here with the rest of the Avengers. I’d only been recruited six months ago, and on tenuous terms – I’d originally worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. as a Level 6 agent, although I’d started in Level 5 as a biomechanical engineer. It was my knowledge of biomechanics that landed me at the Avengers compound. The Avengers had been in need of someone familiar with the subject, and Maria Hill – who had been my commander at S.H.I.E.L.D. and whom I’d remained close with after – had recommended me to Tony Stark. He had been reluctant considering him and Maria had been on unsteady terms since he’d fired her from Stark Industries, but when I created an implant for Rhodey that meant he didn’t have to wear the braces to walk I had been eagerly welcomed onto the team.

           Since then I had assisted with things such as successfully allowing Vision to hold his human appearance even without the mind stone, helping Dr. Banner control when he changes into the Hulk, and repairing/upgrading the tech in Sergeant Barnes’ arm. My place had initially been strictly in the compound, but when Tony found out I was also trained in espionage I was sent out on a few recon missions. And although in the last six months I had created friendships with the other Avengers, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t really belong here.

           “You do know that the whole point of bringing the team here was so that we could enjoy the sunshine, right, (Y/N)?” Tony said wryly as he walked into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of scotch. With a glass of lemonade in hand and a book tucked under my arm I had just been about to head to the den to curl up and read, which I explained to Tony. He shook his head.

           “You can read outside,” he said. “At least go sit by the pool and be around the rest of the team and act like you want to be here.”

           “I do want to be here,” I protested.

           “Then get your butt out there. I didn’t spend a fortune on this place for people to sit inside by themselves.”

           With a sigh, I allowed Tony to usher me out the patio door. Most of the team was either at the beach or in the city, but Steve and Bucky were in the pool tossing a football back and forth. I took a seat on the wicker rocking chair under the cover of a large umbrella and had just cracked open my book when I noticed that Tony was leaving.

           “Where are you going?” I accused, and he grinned.

           “Pepper is waiting for me on the beach.”

           I glared at him. “Then why did you drag me out here?”

           “Because some sun would do you good,” he replied, “and because you have to stop spending so much time alone. Now I gotta go, enjoy!”

           He waved as he disappeared down the path that led to the beach, and I was so annoyed I contemplated going back inside just out of spite. It was a beautiful day, though, and I had already settled in so I turned my attention back to my book.

           For awhile, it was nice – I read my book while in the background the guys continued their game of catch. It wasn’t as peaceful as being alone, but Steve and Bucky were the two least rowdy members of the team and I’d be lying if I said it bothered me having the two shirtless supersoldiers there. If I was going to be forced into company, at least theirs was unobtrusive and pleasant.

           It didn’t take long before more of the team returned, though. Sam came out of the house, having woken from a nap, and Natasha and Wanda had returned from shopping and had decided to come sunbathe by the pool. Suddenly I was feeling less than relaxed. With Sam thrown into the mix, Steve and Bucky’s game of catch was much louder and more aggressive. And with Nat and Wanda, who both looked like poster girls for a Playboy magazine, laying by the pool in the new bikinis they had bought I was feeling even more out of place than usual. I glanced down at the denim shorts and baggy t-shirt I wore and suddenly felt like a whale next to a couple of mermaids.

           “Sam, god dammit!” I heard Nat shout and I looked up to see that the football had landed in her lap, spraying her with water. Sam had the decency to look apologetic only for a moment before he snickered.

           “Maybe you shouldn’t sit so close to the pool if you don’t want to get wet,” he pointed out.

           “Maybe you should learn to throw a football,” Natasha retorted, tossing it back at him with a perfect spiral.

           “Those are fighting words,” Bucky taunted, and Sam grinned.

           “I propose a match. Guys against girls,” he said. “Losers cook dinner for the winners.”

           Wanda shook her head. “There’s only two of us and three of you. That’s unfair.”

           “(Y/N)!”

           Steve’s voice startled me, and I cursed internally as I looked up to see the five of them looking expectantly at me. I shook my head.

           “I’ll pass,” I said. “Football’s not really my thing, and I’m not in the mood for swimming.”

           “Oh, c’mon!” Nat said. “It’ll be fun! We can show these boneheads how it’s done.”

           “You wish,” Bucky snorted. I shook my head again.

           “Really, guys, I’m good. Maybe some other time.”

           I was hoping they’d drop it, but of course it was never that easy. “Is it that you can’t swim?” Sam asked.

           “I can swim,” I defended. In fact, I normally loved swimming. But with both Natasha and Wanda looking like goddesses in their skimpy bikinis and the three very fit guys, there was no way I was going to go put on my basic one-piece bathing suit and come back down just to feel insecure.

           “You haven’t been in the pool once since we got here, (Y/N),” Steve pointed out gently. “There’s got to be a reason.”

           “Tony said the retreat was for relaxing,” I replied, a slight bite to my tone. “Your idea of relaxing may be playing games in the pool, but mine is not.”

           Steve held up his hands in surrender and I felt bad. He truly was one of the nicest people on the team and I hadn’t meant to snap at him, but my patience had expired and I was starting to resent Tony for forcing me to be more social.

           Not knowing what else to say and feeling awkward, I got up and headed inside. I looked out the kitchen window to see that Nat and Wanda had jumped in the pool and the five of them were laughing and having fun. With a pang of jealousy, I retreated to the den with my book.

           The next day, I stood in the full-length mirror in my room and stared at my reflection. I’d put on my bathing suit – a black one-piece with a corseted neckline that showed a modest bit of cleavage. Although it did make my breasts look good, I couldn’t help but take note of everything I hated – the less-than-flat tummy, the cellulite on my thighs, the rolls that even the black material couldn’t hide…I thought of how Natasha and Wanda had looked in their bikinis, and a noise of disgust pushed its way from my throat. I peeled the bathing suit off and threw on some shorts and my old Star Wars t-shirt before making my way downstairs and out the patio door to the deck.

           It was still fairly early, the morning sun warm and the birds chirping. Most of the team was still asleep or watching TV in their pyjamas so I had the backyard to myself. I walked over to the pool and sat down on the edge, letting my bare feet dangle in the water. It was cool but not cold, just enough to feel refreshing in the Malibu heat. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting the sun warm my face.

           “I…I don’t mean to intrude,” a soft voice said behind me, and I turned to find Bucky standing there with an apologetic look on his face. “Steve made breakfast; he saw you were awake and was wondering if you wanted some.”

           I blushed and ducked my head, embarrassed that he’d caught me in a vulnerable moment. “Uh, yeah, sure,” I said. “I’ll be right in.”

           Bucky nodded and then headed back inside. I waited a moment and then followed.

           Later that night, we decided to throw a party on the beach to celebrate our last night in Malibu before returning to New York and to work. A big bonfire roared on the beach, and some of the team had started a game of beach volleyball. Clint and Scott were manning the barbecue, and the guys were pounding back hamburgers and hot dogs as quickly as they could make them. I had to admit it was nice seeing the whole team so carefree and having fun. I even convinced myself to join in on a game of volleyball with Peter, Wanda and Thor, and found myself laughing as Thor tried to rein in his strength to make it a more even playing field.

           As it got dark the party only intensified, but I found myself growing tired of the prolonged social interaction. Waiting until I was sure no one would notice, I slipped away from the party and made my way back up to the house.

           At night the back deck was lit with thousands of fairy lights. I once again sat down on the edge of the pool, contemplating going for a swim while everyone else was down on the beach, but before I could get up to change into my bathing suit a shadowy figure appeared on the path. I stiffened, but when he stepped into the light and I saw it was Bucky I relaxed slightly.

           “This feels like deja-vu,” he chuckled, and I gave him a small, shy smile.

           “How come you aren’t at the party?”

           “I saw you leave. I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

           I flushed as a weird feeling blossomed in my stomach. “I’m fine,” I assured him. “Just needed some air. I love the team, but sometimes these parties can be…”

           “A little too much?” Bucky finished for me and I nodded. He gave me a small smile before coming to sit next to me, dipping his own feet in the water. He stared down towards the beach as he spoke. “I know better than most how it feels to be overwhelmed around people,” he murmured. “I know how easy it is to isolate yourself when you’re the newest team member and you feel out of place, but trust me when I say that everyone wants nothing more than to make you feel like a part of the family. Speaking from experience, they will keep trying to include you in things until you cave and just go with it.”

           I pursed my lips and shook my head. “I don’t isolate myself –”

           “(Y/N), c’mon. If you aren’t on a mission or in your lab working, you’re off somewhere alone with your nose buried in a book.” Bucky chuckled. “I get it, it’s tough when everyone else already has a history with each other. But the team thinks you’re great. Trust me.”

           I finally turned my head towards him to find he was already looking at me. I bit my lip, my cheeks still warm.

           “When I was a part of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” I explained, “I felt like I was on an even playing field with everyone else. Sure, there were those with higher clearances than me, but we were all just human. But now…” I trailed off. “I’m surrounded by highly trained assassins and the world’s smartest people and superhumans and a god. Of course I’m going to feel out of place, I’m the least qualified to be here.”

           Bucky’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “If you were unqualified to be a part of the team, (Y/N), then Maria would have never suggested you for the job and Tony would have never recruited you. The team is lucky to have you.” He grinned and flexed his metal arm. “Besides, if it weren’t for you, I would have to go all the way to Wakanda whenever I needed maintenance on this thing. You certainly give Shuri a run for her money.”

           For what felt like the hundredth time that night I blushed. Bucky and I had been alone together on a few occasions when I was working on his arm, but this felt different. It was personal, and if I was being honest, I’d had a small crush on the supersoldier since I’d met him six months ago. I was suddenly highly aware of the fact that we were alone.

           “So this is the second time I’ve found you out here by the pool,” he pointed out after a moment of silence. “I know you like to swim, (Y/N); you use the pool at the compound all the time.”

           I shot him a confused look. “How did you –”

           “You aren’t the only one awake at ungodly hours,” he chuckled. “I have a hard time sleeping. Nightmares. I’ve seen you sneak to or from the pool on a few occasions.” He shook his head. “So why were you so reluctant to swim here? The pool here is so much nicer than the one at the compound.”

           Suddenly my throat was dry and I turned my head away from him. “If I tell you, you’ll think it’s stupid,” I mumbled.

           “I promise I won’t. Tell me, (Y/N).”

           “I just…I don’t feel comfortable around the team,” I admitted, my eyes trained on my lap. “Everyone is all so in shape. Hell, Nat and Wanda look like frigging supermodels walking around here in their bikinis. And then there’s me. I already feel like an outsider, but if I was next to them in their bikinis, I just…I couldn’t do it. It’d just make me feel worse about myself.”

           For a moment we sat in silence, but I could feel Bucky’s eyes on me. I had never told anyone about my insecurities like that before, especially not to a man as gorgeous as Bucky Barnes. When he still hadn’t spoken I began to panic, worried I’d made a mistake in opening up, but finally his soft voice broke through the silence.

           “(Y/N)…(Y/N), look at me.”

           When I didn’t move, he shifted his body towards me and then lifted his flesh hand to take my chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to direct my gaze to his. His blue eyes were soft as he looked at me.

           “Are you kidding me?” he breathed. “You wouldn’t join us in the pool because you were scared of what people would think of you in a swimsuit?”

           I frowned and pulled away from him. “You don’t get it,” I snapped. “You’re just as in shape as the rest of them, if not more so. I’m the only one on the team without abs.”

           Bucky shook his head. “Do you think you’re the only one with insecurities, doll? We’ve all got ‘em,” he said to me. “You seem to think that Natasha is so perfect, for example, but you know how much she hates that scar on her abdomen from the time I shot her.”

           I shook my head. “It’s a little scar, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to her.”

           “And what about me? Do you know how long it took me to feel even somewhat comfortable wearing short-sleeved shirts, let alone no shirt at all, around the team? I was ashamed of my arm and I hated the scarring on my shoulder from it. A year ago, I wouldn’t have been in this pool because I always felt like everyone was staring. But you know what? I was tired of missing out on things because of my anxiety and I quickly found out that everyone on the team had better things to do than judge me about a metal arm and some scarring.”

           “I know it sounds ridiculous,” I groaned. “But it’s the way I feel. Whenever I’m around the two of them I feel like a boulder next to diamonds.”

           Bucky snorted, and I glared at him. He shook his head apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that you think you’re any less beautiful than Natasha or Wanda.”

           “I’m not blind,” I retorted. “They have supermodel bodies. I can’t compete with that.”

           “Why do you feel like you have to? This isn’t a competition, (Y/N). Your size doesn’t determine your worth as an Avenger or as a person, so it shouldn’t matter.” He grinned before standing and tugging his t-shirt over his head. “And for what it’s worth,” he said as he tossed the shirt onto the deck, “back in my day, a woman with a body like yours drove men wild.”

           My eyes widened as I felt the blood rush to my face. “What are you doing?” I asked him.

           “Going for a swim. You gonna join me?”

           I shook my head in protest. “I’m not wearing a bathing suit…”

           “Neither am I,” he laughed. “That’s what underwear are for.” Bucky slid his shorts from his hips, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. He grinned mischievously at me before jumping into the pool. “C’mon!” he called when he resurfaced.

           “Bucky, I don’t…I can’t…” I stammered, but he was already swimming over to me. He stood, his hands on the concrete on either side of my thighs as he looked up at me.

           “Come on, (Y/N),” he murmured. “Please? Just let yourself be carefree for once. If it makes you feel better, I won’t look until you’re in the pool.”

           I pursed my lips, but there was no way I could say no to him, not when he was looking at me like that with those impossibly blue eyes. Finally, I rolled my eyes and groaned.

           “Fine.” I said. “But turn around. Don’t move until I say.”

           Bucky obeyed, a grin on his face, and I stood up to yank the t-shirt over my shoulders before shimmying out of my shorts. For a minute I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling terrifyingly exposed. At least I had thought to put on my matching black lace bra and panties earlier that night. Taking a deep breath, I slipped into the water quietly, making sure the water was deep enough to come up past my chest before I spoke.

           “Okay,” I said softly, and Bucky turned. He grinned at me.

           “Was that so hard?” he teased.

           “Harder than it should have been,” I admitted, and Bucky’s grin turned into a sympathetic smile.

           “I don’t want you to ever feel insecure or uncomfortable around me, (Y/N). I’ve always got your back, okay?”

           I could only nod, at a loss for words. Hesitating, I let myself step deeper into the pool until my feet no longer reached the bottom and I had no choice but to swim. I had to admit it felt good; swimming had always been my favourite way to relax.

           “So, are you sure you don’t mind missing the party?” I asked Bucky as I swam a lap around the pool. He shook his head.

           “Nah, I’m happy where I’m at right now.”

           Warmth spread through my body, and I smiled to myself. We swam in comfortable silence for a little bit, just enjoying the peace and quiet. At one point I came up for air, pushing the hair back from my face and not realizing I’d come up in the shallow end and the water barely reached my hips. I opened my eyes and found Bucky standing a few feet away, his eyes locked on me and his jaw slack.

           Cheeks burning, I quickly dropped to my knees in the water and wrapped my arms around myself tightly, horrified. “You’re staring,” I accused in a shaky voice, and Bucky’s eyes widened as if he’d just realized what he’d done.

           “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to, (Y/N). It’s just…you’re…”  

           He was rambling, clearly uncomfortable, and I frowned as tears stung the backs of my eyes. “I get it,” I muttered, but Bucky shook his head.

           “I don’t think you do get it, doll,” he murmured, his voice huskier than it had been before. When my brow furrowed, he took a couple of steps towards me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “It blows my mind just how much you don’t get it.”

           “Do you have a point to make,” I snapped weakly, “or are you just going to keep making me feel shitty about myself?”

           “You have no reason to feel shitty about yourself, (Y/N); especially not with me.” He took another step closer, then another. “You’re perfect.”

           “Wait…what?” I shook my head, confused. “Bucky, what the hell are you talking about?”

           “You, silly girl. I’m talking about you,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful. I’ve thought so since the first time I laid eyes on you, and it kills me that you don’t see it. If you could see what I see, see how absolutely stunning you are…”

           At this point my head was swimming. This was a joke; he was messing with me, knowing that I was at my most vulnerable right now.

           But Bucky wouldn’t do that – He was one of the kindest people I knew. And all I had to do was look at his eyes to know he was being sincere.

           “Why?” I whispered.

           “Why what?”

           “Why me? You could have any girl you wanted…”

           “I want you, (Y/N),” he insisted. By now he was standing in front of me, and when I wouldn’t stand he sank to his knees so we were more at eye level. “I don’t know how to say it to make you believe me, but I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and god, I would spend every day of my life making sure you knew it if you’d let me.”

           For a minute I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him, shocked as a lump formed in my throat, and then tears were spilling down my cheeks. Bucky’s eyes widened.

           “Don’t cry, doll, shit. Did I say something wrong?” he breathed. “I didn’t mean to upset you…”

           “No,” I said, shaking my head as I swiped at my tears in embarrassment. “You did nothing wrong, Bucky. I just…I keep waiting to find out this is all a joke but you’re serious, aren’t you?”

           Bucky’s face softened. “Of course I’m serious! I’ve been wanting to tell you this for months but I just never knew how.” He chuckled, his cheeks tinted a light pink. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me, doll. Walking around the compound in those leggings and your loose t-shirts, hinting at what’s underneath. You’re sexier all covered up than those other girls are in their bikinis.” He bit his lip. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to leave the gym while you’re training because of what you do to me?”

           Heat flooded my body, and if I weren’t already on my knees those words certainly would have brought me to them.

           “Bucky…”

           “I don’t want you to think I got you into the pool just so I could get you to take your clothes off,” he said quickly, looking suddenly embarrassed. “I truly did just want to help you move past your insecurities. But then I saw you and honest to god, doll, you took my breath away.”

           I ducked my head. “Not even a part of you wished I was thinner?” I asked in a quiet voice. Bucky reached out to cup my cheeks in his hands.

           “Absolutely not,” he said firmly. “I grew up in a different time, doll. One where women had curves and were desired even more for it.” His hands slid from my face to my shoulders, then down my back to rest on my waist. The contrast between the warmth of his flesh and the chill of the vibranium sent shivers through me, and he grinned. “Besides,” he murmured, “I like having something to grab onto when I’m with a woman.”

           Bucky’s fingers dug gently into the flesh of my waist and I inhaled sharply. He held my eyes and I could feel heat pooling in my stomach as I watched the blue in his eyes slowly turn black as the reflection of the fairy lights made them glitter.

           “Bucky?” I whispered breathlessly.

           “Mmm, doll?”

           “Kiss me.”

           Bucky’s grip tightened on my waist as he pulled me closer, and then he inclined his head until his lips just barely brushed over mine. He waited a few seconds, uncertain, but when my hands reached up to clasp behind his neck and pull him back to me his lips pressed against mine with more pressure. My fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently, and Bucky groaned into my mouth, giving my tongue access to explore. I dragged it lightly over his bottom lip before touching it to his, and suddenly we were no longer on our knees. Bucky had pulled me up and lifted me into his arms, my legs straddling his waist as he carried me over to the edge of the pool. He sat me down, his body still between my legs, and kissed me with fresh vigor as his hands roamed over my thighs.

           I broke the kiss, ducking my head. Suddenly I felt too exposed and Bucky could tell because he took his hands from my thighs to instead intertwine them with my own hands.

           “(Y/N), hey,” he murmured. “It’s okay, if you don’t want to do this…”

           I shook my head. “It’s not that, I just…” I trailed off, biting my lip. The next thing I knew, Bucky was lifting my hand to lay it flat against his chest, right where flesh met metal. My eyes widened slightly and he gave me a small smile.

           “Bucky…” I whispered. I had touched the arm countless times when I was doing maintenance on it, but he had made it very clear from the beginning that no one was to touch the scars. And now here he was, encouraging me to do so.

           “It’s okay, doll,” he murmured, his voice husky. Hesitating, I ran my fingertips lightly over the puckered skin, still an angry pink even all these years later. I could feel him shiver underneath me but he didn’t move, his eyes trained on my face as I traced the jagged lines.

           “Do they still hurt?” I asked quietly, and Bucky shook his head.

           “Not really. Once in awhile I’ll get a ghost pain as a reminder of how it happened, but more than anything it’s just ugly.”

           I leaned in to press my lips softly to the scars. “Nothing about you is ugly.”

      ��    Bucky pulled my lips back to his as his hands slid back to my thighs. “That’s the point I’m trying to make, doll,” he murmured. “I could say the same thing about you.” He slid his hands further up my thighs and I could feel my body reacting to his touch. The heat in my stomach had returned and my body shifted until I was pressed against him, my legs wrapping around his torso while he deepened the kiss. His hands moved from my thighs to my hips, fingertips gliding over my flesh and sending shivers up and down my spine.

           When his fingers reached the clasp of my bra I froze, and he pulled back from me to meet my eyes. “If you want me to stop…”

           “No, I don’t, but…right here? Bucky, we could get caught…”

           He shook his head. “Everyone’s too wrapped up in the party, no one will bother us for awhile.”

           “And if you’re wrong?”

           With a noise that could only be described as a growl, Bucky was climbing out of the pool and pulling me to my feet. Before I knew it his hands slid under my thighs and he lifted me up as if I weighed no more than a bag of flour, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me towards the house. Shifting my weight to one arm to open the door, his lips attacked mine as soon as we were inside. My hands tangled in his hair as our lips fought each other for dominance, and when my legs tightened around Bucky’s waist he backed into a table and knocked a vase of flowers to the floor. It shattered and Bucky disconnected his lips from mine in annoyance.

           “Shit,” he swore as I giggled.

           “You might wanna be more careful, Sergeant,” I teased. “Tony’s probably gonna get charged for that.”

           Bucky’s eyes met mine, blue irises nearly swallowed whole by his pupils. “Call me that again,” he growled, and I arched an eyebrow.

           “Sergeant?”

           “Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as my back hit a wall. His mouth was all over me and his touch was dizzying, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders. I could feel my control fading, more quickly than it ever had with anyone else. I pulled my lips away from him with a gasp.

           “If we don’t get to a bedroom right now,” I said to him, “then someone’s gonna walk into this kitchen and get a show they aren’t expecting.”

           With a wicked smirk, Bucky made for the stairs and took them two at a time. His room was closer and we crashed through the door, lips still locked together and hands exploring hot, damp skin. Bucky kicked the door closed behind us and then set me on my feet, hands still lingering at my waist.

           “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured huskily, and my cheeks burned. Suddenly I was shy again and my legs felt weak. I set a hand on his arm to steady myself and his grip on my waist tightened. “(Y/N), if you don’t want to do this we can stop right now,” he said in a quiet voice, his tone gentle and sincere. “I would never ask you to do something you don’t want to do.” He lifted one hand to brush a wet strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. “All I want is for you to know how stunning I think you are.”

           My breath hitched and I looked up to meet his ocean-blue eyes. “I do want this,” I whispered. “I want you, Buck. More than anything.”

           “That’s all I needed to hear,” Bucky murmured, and then he was leaning in to kiss me. It wasn’t like the other kisses, that had been all passion and lust; no, this one was soft and sweet and fueled by pure emotion. When he slowly pulled away, he nuzzled his nose against mine affectionately before meeting my eyes.

           “It would be so easy to just ravage you right now,” he said in a low, even voice that sent shivers through my body, “but shit, doll, I want to do this right. I wanna take it slow and memorize every inch of you, have you squirming underneath me till you’re beggin’ me to stop and I’ve ruined you for all other men.”

           As he spoke his Brooklyn accent came through and that, paired with his words, sent a wave of heat crashing through my body. I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my mouth, and Bucky’s lips curved into a smirk.

           “That sound good, baby doll? You want it nice and slow? Want me to ruin you so I’ll be the only one to ever be able to satisfy you again?”

           I had never heard Bucky talk like this; I hadn’t even known this side of Bucky existed. He was usually so reserved, and on the occasion that he did let his guard down he was still the early twentieth-century gentleman he had been raised to be. But this…Now I was starting to understand why Steve was always saying that Bucky had been such a ladies’ man back in the day. If he’d talked like this to any woman, she would’ve been lifting her skirts for him in seconds.

           I wanted to say something witty, something along the lines of “Why don’t you use that talented tongue of yours for something else,” but in that moment my wits had completely escaped me and I was a hot, flustered mess. Instead, I barely managed to muster a breathless “Yes” as I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. He lifted his flesh hand to run a calloused thumb over my lips. In a brief moment of bravery, I grazed his thumb with my teeth and then sucked it into my mouth, my eyes not leaving his.

           Bucky’s eyes widened. “Shit, doll,” he swore softly, and then his hands were tugging me closer until my body was flush with his. His hands moved to grip the flesh of my backside, one cold and one hot on my skin, and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. I could feel the outline of his manhood against my hip, solid and large, and when I shifted against it his hands on me tightened.

           He backed me up until my legs hit the bed and then he was lowering me onto the mattress, crawling up after me until his body hovered above mine. He held my eyes for the briefest of moments and then I was pulling him back into a kiss. He pressed his hips down into mine and in return I bucked up into him, craving the friction I needed to relieve the pressure building inside me.

           Bucky slid a hand underneath me to undo the clasp of my bra with deft fingers, and then he broke our kiss to trail his lips down my throat to my collarbone as he slid the damp garment from my shoulders. My nipples, hard from a combination of the cool dampness of my bra and my arousal, stood erect as my chest heaved with ragged breaths. Bucky’s eyes were pools of black in the dark room, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he drank in the sight before him.

           “Touch me,” I begged in a raspy whisper, and then his hands were on me – one cool and smooth and the other hot and rough – roaming over my curves but purposely avoiding my breasts. He finally cupped them softly, fingers kneading flesh, and when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I arched up into him with a soft moan.

           “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Promise I’ll take real good care of you, doll.”

           His hands slid down my body at an agonizing pace, and with them so did his mouth. He latched onto a nipple and sucked it gently into his mouth and his name left my lips in a breathless plea. He moved onto the other nipple, his hands slowly sliding further down my body. When the fingertips of his metal hand reached the waistband of my underwear he hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.

           “Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured.

           “I want you…” I whined, but Bucky shook his head.

           “That could mean anything. I need you to tell me exactly what you want; I’m not doing anything until you do.”

           I was so strung out already and he’d barely even touched me – I wasn’t even sure I could form coherent sentences at the moment. “Your hand,” I managed to rasp, and when his flesh hand inched up my thigh I shook my head and reached out to grasp his wrist. “No. The metal one.”

           Bucky’s eyes widened. “(Y/N), I –” he choked, but I cut him off.

           “You asked what I wanted,” I pointed out, and then in a softer voice I added, “Please.”

           Blue eyes burned as his left hand slid up my thigh slowly, pushing the black lace aside and exposing the heat between my legs. He let out an almost-silent groan at the sight.

           “Already so wet for me, doll,” he whispered, voice thick with desire. His metal digits swiped through my wetness, spreading it over my folds, and I let out a shuddering whimper at the contrast of his cool fingers on my aching heat. He continued to run his fingertips through my folds, and once he was satisfied he sank one and then two fingers into me, drawing out an obscenely embarrassing moan from my lips.

           “Don’t hold back, doll,” he murmured. “I wanna hear every pretty little noise that comes out of that pretty little mouth.”

           As he spoke, Bucky flexed his fingers inside me and I cried out, back arching off the mattress. He smirked.

           “So tight, doll,” he praised. “Gonna feel so good around me when I’m inside you.”

           “Bucky…” I whimpered, and when he pulled his fingers out of me I let out an exasperated whine that set him to chuckling.

           “Don’t worry, doll, it’s only for a second,” he assured me, and then he was on his knees between my legs and tugging my damp panties from my hips. “I gotta make sure you’re good and ready for me, you’re so tight I wanna make sure I don’t hurt you.”

           I didn’t have time to respond before two thick metal digits were once again filling me up and his tongue left a hot, wet stripe up my folds to my clit. I let out a strangled gasp, hips bucking up into his face as my hands instinctively tangled in his damp hair. I tugged on the dark locks and Bucky groaned against my folds, sending vibrations through me that freshly slickened his fingers and tongue. He began to slide his metal fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, not rough but not exactly gentle either, and the feel of his fingers curling against my inner walls combined with the way his tongue drank down everything I had to offer him and his lips wrapped around my clit had me on the edge in no time. With one last hard suck my moan evolved into a strangled scream, his name falling from my lips in heated ecstasy. He brought me down with kitten licks as his fingers slowed, and then his teeth nipped the inside of my thigh affectionately before he slid up my body to kiss me languorously.

           I could taste myself on Bucky’s lips and it fueled my desire. I locked my legs around his waist, grinding my still-sensitive wet heat against the bulge in his boxer briefs. He let out a grunt and rolled his hips into mine, teeth grazing the skin of my throat.

           “No more teasing,” I said breathily. “Need you inside me…Now. Please, Buck, I can’t wait another second…”

           Not needing to be told twice, Bucky shed his boxer briefs and then his body was over mine again. I could feel his length, hot, heavy and solid against my hip, and I reached down between us to take him into my hand. Bucky let out a small hiss, and butterflies filled my stomach when I realized how large he was. Now I understood his comment about getting me ready had been more than just dirty talk. As I slid his length through my slick folds to coat it in my juices, though, I concluded that he would have no trouble; the feel of his hard cock against me was enough to have me dripping with fresh arousal.

           “(Y/N), fuck,” he said through clenched teeth, and with a demure smile I lined him up with my entrance and let go of him.

           “Ruin me, Sergeant,” I murmured, and with a purely animalistic growl Bucky sheathed himself fully in me in one slow thrust.

           We both let out long, low groans, and Bucky held himself still as I squeezed my eyes shut and adjusted to his size. The stretch of my walls around him bordered on painful, but it was overshadowed by the deliciously satisfying feeling of being so completely full of such a beautiful man. A beautiful man who was looking down at me with both undeniable adoration and feverish restraint.

           “Just tell me…just tell me when,” Bucky grunted, and I realized he had been holding his breath. Wickedly, I squeezed my walls around him and he gasped, blue eyes wide as he let out a string of curses from his kiss-swollen lips. He fixed a glare on me and shook his head. “Do that again, doll, and this is gonna be over before we’ve even had a chance to start.”

           “So start, then,” I said in exasperation, and with a glint in his eyes Bucky pulled out almost all the way only to thrust back into me with force, knocking the breath out of me. In a few thrusts I was matching Bucky’s rhythm, hands on his back pulling him as close as humanly possible to me as nails dug into flesh.

           The room quickly filled with the grunts and moans of passion, accompanied by the sound of skin on skin. Bucky’s hands slid under my thighs to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist – This new angle not only let him hit that elusive spot in me that even I often had a hard time finding, but it also had his pubic bone grinding against my clit every time he pounded into me. Within seconds this new position had me keening, and Bucky grinned down at me before nuzzling his face against my neck.

           “That feel good does it, baby girl?” he panted into my ear, every word punctuated by a calculated thrust of his unforgiving length into my yielding heat. “You got me so fucking hard, seein’ how wrecked you are underneath me. Wanna draw those pretty noises from you all night long till everyone knows how good I make you feel.”

           “Bucky…” I whined, nails biting deeper into the taut flesh of his back as he drove into me fiercely. “Buck, I’m…”

           As quick as he started, his movements stopped. I opened my mouth to protest, breathless and hopelessly strung out, but with his length still inside me he flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. In this position I could feel him even deeper inside me, something I hadn’t thought possible, and with a moan my head fell back. I could feel him chuckle beneath me, and then his hands were on my hips and he was rocking me against him slowly.

           I took over the movements, grinding my hips against his until we were both groaning in pleasure. Bucky’s hands slid up my thighs, over every curve and up to my breasts. He took them into his large hands and brushed his thumbs over my nipples, bringing a breathless moan from my lips as I arched into his touch.

           “So beautiful,” he murmured, and the softness of his tone had me opening my eyes to see that he was looking up at me with absolute adoration shining in his eyes as his thumbs traced across my breasts, still cupped in his hands. It was in that moment that I realized this had not been a heat-of-the-moment thing, nor did he intend for it to be a casual thing. This man – this beautiful, remarkable, supersoldier of a man – was as infatuated with me as I was with him. Dizzy with this revelation, I placed my palms flat on his hard chest to steady myself.

           Bucky rolled his hips up into mine gently, and then with more vigor as the seconds passed. It took no time at all for me to find myself on the edge of release. I could tell Bucky was close, too; his thrusts, which had been delivered with precision up until now, were sloppier and more erratic. I leaned down to capture his lips in a fiery kiss.

           “Come for me,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Come for me, Buck, I wanna feel you.”                      

           He let out a soft curse in what sounded like Romanian, and then one hand was on my waist pulling me onto him while he drove up into me, while his flesh hand snaked between us so he could press his thumb onto my still-sensitive bud. That did it, and with a cry I came undone. Bucky was only a few seconds longer, spilling into me with a quiet groan that sent a small wave of heat through my spent body.

           Exhausted in the best way possible, I collapsed on Bucky’s chest, and his arms wound around me to hold me closer to himself. He rolled us over so that I was more comfortably snuggled into his side, smoothing my damp hair away from my face and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. It was like that that I fell asleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest lulling me into a peaceful slumber.

           A sharp knock on the door woke me up the next morning. Sometime through the night Bucky must have pulled the covers over us, but now I poked my head anxiously out from under the cocoon he had created. Another knock sounded, and this time I sat up and elbowed Bucky in the side. He let out a grunt in annoyance, still half-asleep, when Steve’s voice followed the knock.

           “Buck, are you awake in there? C’mon, Tony’s rounding everyone up. He wants to leave by eleven.”

           At this Bucky’s eyes opened, and he glared at the door. “I’ll be on time,” he snapped. “Worry about yourself, punk. I just have to pack.”

           Steve muttered an indistinguishable response. When Bucky was sure he was gone he rolled over to nuzzle his face against my neck, arms pulling me tight to him.

           “Mornin’, doll,” he murmured into my skin, sending a shiver through me.

           “Morning,” I replied, the feel of his lips on me temporarily making me forget we had just almost been caught. I wanted to continue where we had left off the night before, but I knew that Tony was very strict in his scheduling and the clock on Bucky’s nightstand said it was already ten-thirty. Reluctantly, I went to pull away from Bucky, but his arms around me tightened.

           “Not yet,” he mumbled, metal hand skimming over the skin of my hip and raising goosebumps. “We still have time.”

           “Buck, I still have to pack,” I protested unconvincingly. “Besides, Steve almost caught us…”

           As if on cue, more voices sounded out in the hallway. “Has anyone seen (Y/N)?” Wanda asked. “She isn’t in her room.”

           “She left the party early last night, haven’t seen her since,” Peter replied, and I cursed under my breath. As I went to sit up, Bucky’s door swung open and Steve’s large form filled the door frame. His eyes widened as he took in Bucky and I together in bed, me holding the blankets up to hide my nakedness, and then our underwear discarded on the floor. Shock quickly dissipated into a mischievous smirk, but he at least had the decency to blush. Before anyone could say anything, Sam’s voice was yelling up the stairs.

           “Yo, I think I know where (Y/N) is!” he said, glee underlining his tone as he jogged up the stairs. When he caught Steve standing in the doorway and Bucky and I in the bed with flushed cheeks, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

           He tossed something onto the bed, and I realized it was the clothes we’d left by the pool the night before. “I figured you’d need those before you snuck back to your own room,” he said to me with a wink, and then he turned to Steve. “C’mon, Cap, let’s leave these two to get dressed.”

           Both of them fixing us with one more smirk, they shut the door and we were alone again. I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but all of a sudden I was on my back and Bucky was on top of me.

           “Well,” he murmured, “since everyone knows we might as well make a good impression.”

           I grinned up at him. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before Tony storms in here and drags us onto that quinjet by our ears,” I teased. “Think you can manage that?”

           “Oh, doll, fifteen minutes is plenty of time to let everyone know you belong to me.”

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The Jimmy Jab Games

Chapter 1: The Eating Challenge

~The Jimmy Jab Games Master~

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

~Master~

There was a skip in your step as you hopped down the stairs to the common room to see your friends sat around the couch and chairs. “Okay boys. Raise of hands. Who’s bored?” Sirius quirked his brow as you plopped on the couch next to him, looking between him, Remus, Peter, and James.

“It’s past curfew.” James pointed out, sighing into his seat before furrowing his brows. “Wait. Why do you ask?” James knew by the look on your face that you had something planned whether the boys were bored or not. Not that they minded really, anything you had planned was automatically fun.

You let a smile cross your face, making you look more conniving than you’d want. “The Jimmy Jab Games.”

Everyone looked at you waiting for some sort of elaboration on your idea. Sirius sighed and shook his head with a fond smile. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s this... Jibby Jams... Ja-Jabs?” He muttered while his brows furrowing on his confusion.

You nudged his shoulder, chuckling under your breath. “Jimmy Jab.” You corrected him.

“That didn’t clear anything up, Y/N.”

“Shush, Siri. I’m getting there.” He rolled just eyes, throwing his arm on the couch behind you. “The Jimmy Jab Games are basically a collection of challenges we play and compete to win. In the end there’s one person left who’s crowned the winner.” The boys seem sort of interested in the idea, the four of them eyeing each other as if they were trying to come to an agreement. You raised a brow, looking between James, Peter, and Remus but unable to grasp what they were saying. You groaned, turning in your seat to look at Sirius. “Pads, please! It’ll be fun, just trust me! Please?!”

“Alright! Alright!” he yelled over you, getting you to squeal in delight.

“What is happening here?” Lily laughed as she and Marlene joined the group. Marlene sat down next to you, offering smiles to everyone as Lily fell into her boyfriend’s lap.

“It’s on.” You told her as she straightened in her seat, looking directly at you.

“It’s on?” You nodded and both girls became excited. James questioned their actions, unknown to the fact that you had already filled the girls in earlier.

“They’re playing, too. Well, Lily’s playing, Marls offered to be the referee to keep the number even.” Marlene nodded, excited for the event. “Ok. Since we’re all playing-“ James put a finger up, about to object to agreeing to play before you shot him a look and Lily smacked his arm. “We’re all playing,” you repeated, and James relented, wrapping his arms around Lily’s waist. “Marlene did us the honors of coming up with the challenges.” You turned to Sirius seeing him smirk at you. “I knew you’d say yes, Siri. Anyways, like I said, at the end of each challenge someone is eliminated until there’s one person left.”

“What do you get if you win a challenge?” Remus butted in.

You paused, clicking your tongue. “Bragging rights?” You asked as a few grunts of displeasure made their way around the group. You waved your hands in the air. “That’s not the point. The point is at the end there’s one winner!”

“And what do they get if they win?” Sirius grinned at you, leaning forward onto his knees to look at you. You cocked your head, looking towards Lily and Marlene for help. They furrowed their brows, realizing none of you discussed a prize for winning. “You didn’t come up with a reward?”

“Don’t give me that tone.” You told Sirius, a smirk playing on your lips as Sirius surrendered with a chuckle. “Fine. Um… winner… gets pampered for a week by the losers?” You offered. Every took a minute to considered the pros and cons in their heads, ultimately nodding in agreement. You clapped your hands. “Great! That settles it! Marlene, the first challenge?”

Marlene cleared her throat, making a huge debacle as she moved to stand in front of everyone. You leaned back on the couch, Sirius leaning back as well and throwing an arm over your shoulder. You snickered, but didn’t make him move it, giving Marlene your attention. Sirius couldn’t help but smile as you very gently molded into his side.

“Alright! After great thinking and listening to Y/N give idea after idea when this was supposed to a secret to her as well,” She sent you a playful grin as you shrunk in on yourself, feeling Sirius squeeze your shoulder. “I’ve decided the first challenge be an Eating Challenge!” Your friends and you cheered, excited for the start of the Jimmy Jab Games. “First thing’s first!” Marlene calmed you all down as the very few students around the room rolled their eyes at your friends and your typical giddiness. “We need to get food from the kitchens.”

“Ah. Perhaps that’s where I come in?” James spoke up. Your eyes widened in realization when you realized James’ Invisibility cloak could be used to get food from the kitchen without getting caught.

“Perfect! Prongs, can you and Pads go get the food we nee-“

“Why don’t you go, Y/N.” Lily interrupted you, momentarily confusing you. She beamed at you, grabbing a hold of James’ hand. “I just had something to talk to James about and I didn’t want to put a damper on the challenge. So why don’t you go with Sirius?”

You turned to Sirius and both of you shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with the two of you getting the food. While James went upstairs to grab the cloak, Marlene told you to grab as much disgusting foods as you could find. She patted your shoulder as James returned and gave you a small push towards Sirius. You stuck your tongue out at her before your friends hid you and Sirius from the rest of the common room and let you duck under the cloak. Your back pressed up against Sirius’ when you straightened yourself out, his hand coming around your waist much like it had the many other times you’d borrowed the cloak. You stayed quiet as you left the thinning common room, walking down the stark halls of Hogwarts.

Sirius’ eyes moved off the path in front of him onto you as he exhaled humorously. “Ready to pamper me for a week, Y/L/N?” he mumbled into your ear, earning a gasp of surprise from what you thought was just the fright of being caught off guard. You peaked over your shoulder, feeling his grip adjust around you as you caught sight of his smug face.

“Are you mad? If anything, you’ll be treating me like a queen when this is all over.”

“And how is that different than how you act now?” He cocked, hearing you jokingly scoff.

“Well, when I win you can’t complain about it.” You told him, seeing his face falter slightly before the Sirius you knew was back.

“Care to wager then?” He asked. You raised a brow, interested in his suggestion as you beckoned for him to continue. “If you win, I won’t complain about doing things for you for a month.”

Your jaw dropped open. “But Siri, that’s half your personality! Who will you be if not against serving me whenever I call?” He snickered under his breath, knowing you were teasing him as you bit your lip. “And what will you get if you win?”

“When I win-“

“If.”

“When I win, you have to buy Butterbeers for me for the next month.” You took a minute to think over the bet. There was no real downside to losing, sure you’d have to buy Sirius his drinks for the next months, but that was only if you lost. All you’d have to do is not lose.

“Deal.” You whispered, sticking your hand behind you for Sirius to shake. He took it happily, shaking your hand before the sound of Filch coming around the corner caused you both to freeze. You knew you were invisible, but you didn’t want to make a noise just in case. Sirius pulled you closer to him, both of you pressing yourselves against the walls for the man to walked down the corridor without risk of running into you. You held your breath as he got closure, feeling Sirius hide in small laugh in your hair as you grabbed onto his hand.

No matter how many times you snuck out with your boys, you were always petrified when Filch showed up.

You waited a couple minutes after Filch was gone before you pulled away from Sirius, his hand releasing yours as your cheeks heated up. “Come on. The others are probably waiting.” You whispered, turning to look at Sirius.

“Good idea, love.” Despite being covered with the cloak, the moonlight streaming in through the window fell on his face, only calling attention to the happy, almost embarrassed look on his face as he nodded, letting you lead the way to the kitchen and back with Sirius’ arm wrapped around your waist again.

You threw the cape off the moment you entered the common room and saw it was just your friends, pulling Sirius to sit on the couch with you as you uncovered the food. You tossed an apologetic smile towards Marlene as 7 mini tarts you and Sirius managed to sneak sat on the tray.

“They didn’t really have any disgusting foods, mostly just leftovers from dessert.” She shrugged, picking up a treacle tart. She bit into it and everyone started to grab for the tarts and you were about to as well before Sirius grabbed one for you, a custard tart rather than a treacle tart because he knew you loved them more.

He sent you a wink before you all settled into your places on the floor around the small table in front of you with Marlene off to the side. “So, whoever eats theirs first wins? Doesn’t seem much like a challenge.” Peter asked as you all looked over to him. He was right, eating just one singular tart was nothing. You pulled out your wand, flicking it at the tart as you concentrated.

“Geminio!” You shouted as the mini tart in front of you doubled. You bit your lip as Sirius took his wand out and copied you, your friends following right along until you each had 30 tarts.

Marlene shook her head at you all. “Oh alright. Whoever eats all their tarts first wins. Ready?” She asked and everyone nodded. Sirius shot you a cheesy grin as you rolled your eyes, shooting one back. “Go!” Everyone picked up their first tart and bit into it. Almost as fast as you all started eating you stopped.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, spitting out the now bitten into Tart. Sirius, Lily, James, and Remus had reacted much like you and discarded tarts were tossed back onto the table. “Marlene! I thought you liked yours!”

It was only then did you realize the treacle tart Marlene had eaten was still in her hand, a small bite taken out of it. “I did! When I first bit into it… but after that, it started tasting a little… off. At least now my plan of disgusting foods still works.” You just stared at her, betrayed but also wanting to laugh at the situation before Sirius tugged on your arm.

“Uh, Y/N?” He whispered, pointing towards Peter. You turned to look, seeing Peter having already downed 3 tarts as your mouth fell open. “Wormtail, mate what are you doing? The tarts are bad.”

“Can’t talk…” he spoke between bites, shoveling another treacle tart into his mouth.  “Busy winning.” A quiet look at your friends sent you all scrambling to catch up, groans and gags coming from all of you as you ate the horrid food.

“Better catch up Y/N.” Sirius said as he picked up two tarts, taking bites out of both of them. He grimaced at the taste before swallowing, a second bite taken not long after. “I’m feeling extra parched lately, wouldn’t mind a butterbeer or five.” He smirked and you cackled, increasing your speed just slightly.

“You know Sirius, if you ate rather than run your mouth then perhaps, you’d have a chance at winning.” You told him, not giving much thought into your argument as you took lead over him by one whole tart. Sirius chuckled as you both continued eating, the occasional sound of laughter coming from you both when Sirius choked on a tart or you would gag, making the other think winning a possibility.

Sirius finished off the last bite of the treat he was working on and looked to you, seeing you slowing down and making a weird face. Almost like you were about to throw up as he furrowed his brows. He put a hand on your back, leaning over to talk to you before Peter’s voice interrupted him.

“Done!” The boy shouted as you all looked at his plate. True to his word, the plate was clear.

“Oh, thank god.” You moaned and tossed the half-eaten tart onto the table. You let yourself relax in your seat and your head fall into Sirius’ shoulder.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” He shook his head in disbelief at you, mentally thanking the fact that the challenge was over. Those tarts were disgusting. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another mini tart again.” Sirius grumbled and made you snort.

You nodded at him, feeling him move underneath you to stand up along with your friends. You sighed as you leaned back against the couch with an arm wrapped around your stomach. Sirius looked down at you, stretching his hand out to help you up. “I’m good thanks.” You grinned up at him, flashing your teeth comically as Sirius grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. “Nooo!” you groaned out and leaned onto Sirius. Lily giggled behind you as you glanced over Sirius and your shoulders, sticking your tongue out. Damn your other friends who hadn’t gone as hard as you and Sirius did.

“And the winner of the first challenge in the Jimmy Jab Games is-“ Marlene’s speech was cut off as Peter, who had rightfully won the challenge, covered his mouth when a loud grumble erupted in his stomach, alerting you all. “Uh, Peter?”

“I don’t feel so good.” He mumbled, running out of the room towards the bathroom. You all watched him leave, suddenly quite worried. Remus followed him out, being the one to check on him as you all tried to figure out what to do.

“Ok.” Marlene spoke slowly. “I guess that means Peter’s eliminated?” She asked you. You hesitated before nodding.

“I think that’d be best.”

“Alright then, the winner of the first challenge of the Jimmy Jab Games is…” Marlene stopped herself, quickly counting the small piles of tarts left over on the table. You chewed on your lip, seeing Sirius just as nervous as you as Marlene finished counting. She took her time to tell you the results, ending in all you yelling at her until Marlene stopped teasing. “Okay! The winner of round one is Sirius!”

“Yes!” Sirius shouted the same time you cried out no. He pumped his fist in the air, turning to you with a cocky smile as you crossed your arms in front of you, trying not to laugh at Sirius’ happy dance.

“How many did he eat?” James asked, falling into the couch and pulling Lily down with him.

“Uh, 24? I think.” Marlene said as she pushed around the last six tarts on Sirius’ plate.

“And how many did Y/N eat?” Sirius questions, running a hand over his mouth and pulling you into his side. Marlene looked down at your plate and held up your half-eaten tart.

“23 and a half.” She gave you a sad smile as your mouth fell open.

“What!” You growled, hearing Sirius cackle as he clung onto you, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. You stayed completely still, trying to keep an angry face on yourself but finding it way too hard not to laugh with your best friend hanging onto like this.

Sirius wasn’t even trying to hide his reaction. He used you for support, burying his head on your shoulder as he celebrated. “Don’t get too excited Siri. Just because you won one challenge, doesn’t mean you’ll win the game.” You told him, patting his back and letting your lips turn up slightly. You couldn’t help it! It was always so amusing seeing Sirius act like this.

He let his laughs die out slowly, pulling away to see your defeated yet happy face, completely unaware of the smug exchanges of his friends. “Aw, someone’s upset.” He faked pouted, bopping your nose with his finger as you shook your head, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’m not upset.” You pretended to pout as well, making Sirius’ smile turn soft before he fell onto the couch, pulling you down next to him. Your friends took their seats too, no one saying a word as you leaned onto Sirius. “Round 2 tomorrow?” you asked them, specifically looking towards your lovely host who nodded her head. “Alright then, probably should get some rest if I’m planning on beating this git.” You patted Sirius’ knee as you pushed yourself up.

“Oh, in your dreams, Y/N.” You threw your head back and guffawed, sending Sirius a wink as you linked arms with Marlene to head upstairs.

“Lily? You coming?” You asked seeing the girl stay in her place despite James kissing her and leaving himself.

“No, you go ahead. I’ll be up soon.” She shooed you as you furrowed your brows, but left the room. Sirius found himself watching you leave, gnawing on the inside of his cheek before facing front. His eyes locked with Lily’s who was staring him down, a smirk on her lips that caused his stomach to drop.

“What?” He questioned her and shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh nothing.” She said and leaned back in her seat, waving her hand in the air to dismiss the question. “I was just watching you be in love with Y/N.”

Sirius froze, actually freezing in his seat as Lily held back a laugh. He finally came to his senses, clearing his throat much harsher than he meant to. “What uh, I mean, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, Sirius. You know what I’m talking about. The playful bickering, wanting to make sure she was alright during the challenge, the clinging onto each other, the everyday flirting-“

“Flirting?! Y/N and I don’t flirt with other!” He objected, trying to find a flaw in Lily’s thinking. The red head just rolled her eyes.

“Fine. Take it as you want, but I know a thing or two about dancing around feelings. Trust me, Y/N’s in the same place.” She stood up, fixing her shirt before shrugging. “But if you don’t feel that way for her, forget I said anything.”

Sirius didn’t say anything as Lily left him. He’d never thought the way he acted around you meant he was in love with you. Sure, he was always more comfortable when you were around and you and him always tended to be touchier and more personal towards each other than the rest of the group or the way he could tell you anything and you’d never judge him, in fact sometimes you knew him better than he knew himself.

But that didn’t mean he was in love with you.

Did it?

A/N: Alright! You all waited long enough for me to get my shit together so here it is! The first part of the Jimmy Jab Games! Part 2 will be up tomorrow (May 29) at some point during the day, so you want to be tagged let me know. 

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It’s a small world after all (Harry potter)

It's a small world after all

Not for the first time since hooking up with potter, Malfoy found himself wondering if the brunette's deep pockets and wonderful vigor under the covers really was worth some of the messed up things he was into. because really, Draco handled the first few kinks with ease. who didn't like a good paddling now and then? and a nice big enema could be fun and do wonders for your bowels! But then it started to get odder and odder and what should of been giant red flags were just ignored when they realllly shouldn't of been. Hence why today Draco found himself shrunk down to the size of a shrimpy 8 year old..and dressed like a 1 year old. He was in black and green light up sneakers, with green socks and then a SHORT pair of black shorts with green trim on the waist and legs,that puffed out from padding Draco was wearing under them, and the shorts had a teddy bear with a green Mohawk on either side. The t-shirt had the same bear on it, but the T-shirt was green with black trim on the waist, neck and sleeves and had the bear saying 'rock on all my little buddies!' as it was apparently a charter from some local baby show called teddy rocks. His blond hair had been grown the cut and fashioned into a mushroom cut and all and all he was less the happy.

"Your a git, you know that right?" Draco asked harry as they walked from the parking lot towards the green grass of the park. "I know I know..but a lovable git who's going to spoil you SO much..as long as your a good boy today." Harry said as now on the green, they headed for the play structures. "oh why wouldn't I be a good boy? I'm only a 24 year old man the size of a 8 year old and dressed like a 2 year old. why would I be in a mood to cause chaos and torment?" Draco huffed and chuckled, having some veryyyy evil plans. step one, find a group of preschooler and tell them the truth about saint nick. step two would be tel- "Right about that. if your a total pain in the ass BRAT, We'll be coming back here tomorrow, with you normal sized and WISHING you had something as mature and cool as that outfit on." Harry said, interrupting Draco's train of thought. '..DAMN IT!' Draco whined mentally. "I was never really gonna do anything." Draco lied out loud and Harry just smirked. "well I suppose it's not a lie if you behave." He said, picking out a picnic table for him to sit at and read, and before taking his book out of the diaper bag he'd brought, he took out a plastic pail and shovel and pointed over to where he wanted Draco to play first: the sandbox. Draco rolled his eyes but his was not to argue in this case, at least till Harry whistled and got the attention of all the other parents and kids around and waved Draco back over. before with everyone all distracted, ignoring him he hadn't worried so much about how much his diaper showed/crinkled, but now with all eyes on him.. Draco was red faced and whining as he got over to Harry. "Now now, none of that. this is what YOU'VE been begging ME for for a month.. no take backies little man. and you almost forgot your paci." Harry said and then clipped a green and black paci to Draco's chest and then popped the nipple in Draco's mouth, kissing red faced boys burning forehead. "Love you little guy." Harry said and then turned Draco around and with a firm pat or too on the tush sent the blond towards the sandbox.

Naturally the other parents wanted to know what was going on, why was Harry's son in diapers and all that jazz. Making use of the fact that there were all muggles and a charm to enhance well..his charms, Harry had them buying every line of the bullshit story he was coming up with on the spot. "So yeah, about month and a half ago I come home and there's my so called big boy who whined to be allowed to stay home without a baby sitter..and he's wearing a homemade diaper made out of towels safety pins and a prayer." Harry was saying.  "Little Draco looks up at me and squeaks out 'daddy!' and then the laxatives he'd taken combined with the shock..welll yeah. " the other parents chuckled and nodded. "So getting him all cleaned up, we have a talk and he says he misses being treated like a little guy and wanted the full experience..which included this trip to the park..Among a few other things." Harry said.

Draco glared over at Potter and while he couldn't make out what was being said, he was positive 90 percent of it was bullshit. His own reception at the sandbox had not been as fun, with two 5 year olds that at his current size looked semi fordable, blocked his entrance. "Sorry, ya gotta be potty trained ta get in here." Said the left boy, with dirty blond hair. "mmmfffh mm fffmmm." Draco protested around his paci. he knew from experience that removing it on his own was a bigggg nay nay. "pffft, what are you trying to say diaper boy?" the other kid asked, a brown haired boy who reached and tugged the paci out of Draco's mouth. "Phleg..I said I AM potty trained!" Draco huffed. "Right..mister massive pampers and a dummy is potty trained. Blond said, rolling his eyes. "I-I'm not diapered!" Draco lied. for some reason suddenly it felt super important to get into the sand box. "I-I just have a MASSIVE butt!" the younger boys exchanged a look, but just because they were young that didn't mean they were stupid. "Alright dummy boy, we'll give you a chance to prove your claim. drop your shorts." Brown said. "I..What!?!" Draco yelped, wetting himself a little. "You heard him. if your NOT a diaper wearing baby then you'll be in undies. So drop your shorts and show us!" the Blond said and then moved in. "or we could take'em ourselfs." "N-No! wait It's ok! I don't need to play in th-" Draco yelped and turned away to waddle back to Harry when he felt the waistline on his shorts being grabbed by two sets surprisingly strong hands.One pair went to the left and one pair to the right and the poor shorts that had been struggling to maintain the bulk of Draco's diaper ripped wide open. Now everyone on the playground could see the sesame street print diapers Draco was wearing, and watch as Big bird, cookie monster and others faded from the front. "Bobby Micheal Landrew!" Roared a blond lady. Ike James Jone!" Added in a brunette. the five year olds  went from looking happy and high fiving, having been about to torment the diaper baby but then heard their mothers voices. "run?" Bobby asked. "Run."  Ike agreed and so they did, though were caught in short order. All of this was a back round blur to Draco as with his nappy on display and the laughs and giggles coming up he could feel his bowels kicking into over drive. 'N-Not here..not now....' Draco thought, seeing people come into focus as he henched over and let out a loud fart. "Is he going to.." Came a girls voice. "Bwhahahaha what a loser!" "gross big baby." "Poor kid, " all this and more filled Draco's head and as a large load started to fill the back of his diapers he threw back his head to bawl for daddy, but harry was already there, hugging him.

"Shhh it's ok." Harry coo'ed. He was still waiting on Draco to finish loading his diaper., be a little more stable before he moved him for for his diaper change. "I'm pooping my diapie." Draco whimpered and whined, hugging Harry and burying his face in Harry's shoulder. "well I didn't think you smelled like this all the time." Harry joked and got a small chuckle out of Draco. "your not funny." Draco said and sniffled and rubbed a eye, looking like any other upset little boy coming around, trying to keep a pouty face but flashing toothy grins instead. "Well Humor is tricky like that. Ready for me to move you little guy?" Harry asked. Draco bit his lip and looked over his shoulder at the massive load he'd made, the diaper was sagging big time, and gulped. "Is it even gonna stay ON till we get back to the car?" Draco asked. "welll good news and bad news on that front." Harry said, having already figured out what was just dawning on Draco. "Bad news, no it won't hold up till the car. Good news: it'll hold up till we get to the picnic table." He went quiet to let that sink in and watched Draco's face. confusion played on it at first, then slowly a dawning, ..there we go he figured it out and then a even worse all face red blush took over and Draco yelled. "YOU ARE -NOT- CHANGING ME IN PUBLIC,ON THAT TABLE! YOUR JUST NOT!" As he yelled and huff, stomping a foot Harry had to bite his touge to keep from laughing. the other adults and kids didn't have to be that polite so the park filled with the sound of laughter again as Draco glare and huffed, stomping his feet as he screamed at everyone to stop laughing at him. harry noticed one of Draco's shoelaces had come undone and went to yell out a warning but it was too late. tripping forward Draco showed a amazing amount of agility to turn it into a roll of sorts and ended up sitting on his squishy butt, mouth open and eye twitching. "I-I shoulda..taken..the blow to the noggin." He whined and conked out from humiliation overload.

Draco woke up and rubbed his eyes, then slowly opened them. "Man, Ron you would not believe the nightmare i-" Was what Draco was trying to say but as he got his eyes opened he realized he was looking up at the sky..at the park. which meant that his horrible humiliating nightmare wasn't a nightmare, it had really happened!!! Looking around he noticed there were a lot of the other parents semi surrounding the table though some of the older kids were there too. 'what are they..' Draco wondered then it dawned on him. 'Of course, they're making a human wall so no one can just walk by and see my junk..' with that grim reminder Draco sat up some to look down, realizing he had his paci in his mouth. "Hey sleep head, we're just about done. I was starting to think you were gonna waste the rest of the day in sleepy town." Harry coo'ed. "mmmffh mmk."Was Draco's witty reply. with Draco all cleaned up and the two boys who had made him basically mess forced to carry the dirty diaper to the furthest away trash can,It was time for Draco's next diaper. His junk had been on display for a little longer then he was comfortable with (and that was a clock that only went at micro seconds) and as a breeze blew over the lunch table Draco's little nub twitched once..twice.. then a spurt of pee came out and Harry BARELY ducked out of the way. "Knew I should of brought the pee guard." Harry chuckled and Draco whined and wiggled. spotting a stuffie not that far away Draco snagged the stuffed bear and put it over his face to hide. "Aww it's ok little guy. happens to big babies like you. at least you didn't hit anyone." Harry coo'ed and rubed Draco's tummy. 'not helping!' Draco thought though that was somewhat of a lie. the tummy rubs felt nice.

With Draco re-diapered and it being somewhat MORE bulky then the las, He was forced to full on toddle like a 1 year old while trying to go anywhere in the park. This meant he'd take all of 7-10 steps, slowly, arms out for balance and ended up plopping on his butt while the crowd watched and chuckled. ALSO super not helping was the fact that harry had decided since everyone had seen Draco's diapers, why bother with the spare shorts to cover them up? when Draco when to polity (Read: Have a fit) over this and demanded cover, Harry had held up a skirt and Draco shut up fast. After falling on his butt for the 20th time Draco just stayed there, sitting on the grass and arms crossed while Harry and the parents laughed..and the other kids didn't exactly hold back either. "Awww what's wrong buddy?" "Done falling on my butt!" Draco huffed and pouted, then pointed to the sand box. "Carry me!" this, while meant to show everyone Draco wasn't a roll over and Harry was his bitch..instead got MORE laughter as Harry signed. "Well I suppose." he teased and lifted Draco up and carried him over. After setting him down in the sandbox and making sure Draco was good, Harry decided to stay with him to make sure that no more bullies came over.

Draco was blushing, fuming and mad, but as he played in the sandbox he felt all of that just drifting away as he lost himself in the fun. Making sand castles and showing them off to harry he really did feel like a little boy more then once. Including when anther boy, a 6 year old who had a pull up sticking out of the top of his shorts asked if he could join in. For the next few hours the pair of not quite potty trained boys took over the sandbox with Harry and the boys dad hitting it off and the only break being for juice boxes and cookies.

The only downside for Harry as Draco made a big baby buddy was while Tyler and his dad were nice, there was a whollle park he had wanted Draco to explore. Still with Draco in a natural little mode Harry couldn't break himself to break it up and there WAS always tomorrow anyhow. "Draco buddy, time to go." Harry called as the sky was turning orange in the evening. Draco naturally, pretended not to hear him and kept playing with the dino's that Tyler had brought to the sandbox. "Draco Malfoy Potter, I'm speaking to you." Harry said again. in the sandbox Tyler was trying to get Draco's attention, apparently it going over the kids head Draco was ignoring him on purpose. Tyler's dad was watching in amusement. "Draco unless you wanna be my little baby girl for the rest of the summer, out of that sand box now." Harry said and fought back a laugh at how Draco froze hearing that and then there was a puff of loose sand going up from a muffled fart. "Uhhh Tyler it was nice meeting you, I think it's time for me and daddy to go home." Draco said quickly and turned to waddle out of the sand box only to plop back on his butt. between the girth of it before, multiple wetting and the sand that had ended up in the diaper, Draco was helpless! "D-Daddy! Help!" Draco whined. '...that's in, I'm never letting him be big again. too damn cute.' Harry thought and came over, picking Draco up hands under his shoulders and eyes flashing. Just like that Draco's face scrunched up and his bowels went into over drive as he was there in Harry's arms. "A-Ah Daddy daddy I'm gonna-" Draco tried to yell out a warning but instead let out a massive loud fart that echoed and then with Tyler and his dad getting a good view, filled his diaper with massive lumps, crying out and gasping as they made their way out. "You're gonna what?" Harry asked, laughing and pulling the smelly boy in. Draco glared and went to answer but his paci was popped back into his mouth. "I know what your doing silly. too bad I got to bring any changes with me beyond that first one." Harry lied. "You'll just have to ride home stinky..of do you wanna stop for a happy meal on the way home?" Harry was asking now, heading for the car and bouncing Draco on his hip now. "...Want nuggets n fries." Draco mewed. "Good boy~"

The end

[yandere-daydreams]

Just imagine being admitted into class 1-a, only for the people you've come to feel so safe with to try and kidnap you. And worst of all, nobody does anything because the teacher you trusted is also in on the plan. All you can do is try to appease them and look alive while they dress you up in frilly outfits, feed you until you throw up, and just absolutely pamper you. And don't even get me started on the hickeys, bite marks, and swollen lips after one of them gets a little too excited.

I did go with the ‘Class Darling’ approach, if all of you remember that concept from forever ago. Just read this under the assumption that everyone’s a Yandere, they’re all obsessing over the reader in varying degrees, and absolutely everyone is feral. Just trust me, with this.

TW: Implied Abuse, Dehumanization, and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms.

Existence was a balancing act.

It was like you were walking on a tight-rope, most days. Since the class had successfully divided itself into separate, opposing groups in their third-year, your life had become a daily effort to just… get through the day without tripping, a fall to any side often ending in another scar across your back. There were small moments of reprieve, when your ‘classmates’ were involved in a fight outside yourself, but that proved to be the exception rather than the expectation. It was why you bit your tongue whenever Momo and Todoroki made you tell them who you liked better, the reason you didn’t dare try split your time evenly between Kaminari and Mina.

Why you curled into a ball and tried not to look up, whenever these two sides clashed.

“I’m telling you, (Y/n) needs to spend some time outside!” Izuku argued, Uraraka nodding sternly at his side. The two had the most consistent partnership among your peers, and it was clear to see why, even as Kirishima tried to distract you from the fight with excited smiles as soft kisses. But, you weren’t unused to it. These things always seemed to break-out whenever you were allowed in the common room. “It’s only for a few hours, and you’ve had them all day-”

“And we’re gonna to have them the rest of the day, too,” Katsuki cut in, often the default leader of his faction. Izuku was right, really. You’d woken up to Kaminari clinging to your back and calling you someone else’s name, allowed Mina to dress you in something a little too tight to be this leathery, and Kirishima insisted on carrying you anywhere you needed to go, even keeping you in his lap during idle moments. Katsuki would have his time, later on, too. He’d been getting touchier, lately, and with how insistent he’d been on a movie-night, his ulterior motives weren’t hard to imagine. “We’ve got a whole night planned,” He continued, sending you a truly wicked grin. “You losers can join us, but only if you quit it with that ‘holier than thou’ bullshit.”

“And make popcorn,” Sero added, never looking up from his hand-held. Mina was quick to elbow him, prompting a lazy shrug and a half-assed explanation. “What? If they’re going to put pressure on (Y/n) to do something they want, getting snacks is the least they could do.”

Izuku cringed, but his eyes met yours, in the process. Hopefully, you perked up, leaning away from the arms currently wrapped around your waist. “No, it’s fine, I actually do want to go out-”

“See, they’re agreeing with us!” Uraraka was getting overexcited, if only for the sake of a good competition. Her glare never left Katsuki as she stepped closer to you, Kirishima nudging you back against his chest, letting you lean into him. Conflict between the two never ended well, to say the least. You’d be lucky if you walked away with a few minor burns, if they actually go violent.

With a sigh, Izuku crossed his arms, shaking his head as he spoke. “This is immature, Kacchan, even for you. If (Y/n) doesn’t get to leave campus every so often, they’ll start acting up again.” There was an edge to his voice, the others slowly going quiet. This was between the two of them, now, and much more personal than a fight over another human should ever be. “But, you’ve never had a problem with dragging them back home, have you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from flinching as Katsuki pushed him to his feet, Izuku never wavering as a fist closed around his shirt’s collar, threatening to force him off the ground if Izuku was any lighter. They stared, for a moment, locking eyes each urging the other to hit first, but luckily, the tension was never broken.

You weren’t sure if the ice soon encasing their feet was any better, though.

Todoroki was in the doorway, crouching, one hand on the ground and the other in Momo’s, the girl nervously kneading into his palm. Their on-again-off-again relationship was a point of contention for you, the sight of them cooperating enough to fill you with primal, pure panic, and without thinking, you clung to Kirishima, muttering under your breath and begging him not to let you go. He was used to you saying ‘silly’ things like that, though, only glancing towards the couple, smiling as Momo approached him, his arms falling away from you.

“It’s our night, actually, we checked the schedule before we stopped by,” She explained, resting her hands on your shoulders, speaking so sweetly, she had to be planning something sadistic. You considered making a run for it, you were sure you could hide, if you were fast enough, but Todorok was quick to free you of that opportunity, prying you out of Kirishima’s arms with a polite nod. You felt like a doll being passed around, held so delicately but handed over without reservation, in the end. 

He picked up where she left off, not nearly as convincing as his partner. “It’s an inconvenience, we know,” He admitted, glancing away and shifting you around, your chest soon pressed against his. “But, Momo’s been looking forward to having out angel alone for weeks, and I don’t what to make this difficult for anyone, you understand.”

You dug your nails into Todoroki’s shoulders, looking around, trying to catch someone’s eye, or signal that you needed help, or do something to make your fear apparent. Despite your frenzy, your peers seemed to distract themselves easily, Uraraka and Mina focusing on their ice-encased friends while the rest agreed and nodded, congratulating the couple on their renewed relationship or simply ignoring your silent pleas. Briefly, you considered yelling, screaming, putting up a fight, but the idea was discarded as soon as it’d formed.

Acting, struggling, tipping the scales had never worked out for you before, after all.

And with this group, all you could do was stay on your feet.

[phartography-universe]

Bold Aesthetic Tag

Rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

- side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning, skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

- side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

- side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

- side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

- side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, star-gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

- side f - the rebel

Cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

- side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

- side h - the summer

Tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

- side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

- side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, videocassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

- side k - @masterninjacow + @hunnieyeol’s aesthetics

boba tea, rainy days, young adult books, large glasses, ripped plaid jackets, cat purrs, lip-biting, nose scrunches, huge t-shirts, lofi music, passionate ramblings, furious typing, tv shows, uncontrollable laughter, dark clothes, spicy food, wavy hair, naps, tea, notebooks, broken earphones, fairy lights

- side l - @loser-dot-com’s aesthetico

short nails, fidgeting, lemony scents, chapped lips, frappuchinos, plants, full bookshelves, fresh linen scent, perfectionist, knickknacks, cursive headings, overpacking, chocolate ice cream, soft fabrics, daydreaming, sheet music, color coding, watermelon, no makeup, doodling, hot showers, brown eyes, to do lists, cacti, inspirational posters, rock collections, seashells

- side m - cherryblossomjoong’s aesthetic

Disney, K-pop, music, cotton candy, iced coffee, cuddles, kisses, love letters, affection, cherry lip gloss, cherry blossoms, colourful lights, roses, baby pinks, light grey, dreamcatchers, unorganized, self esteem issues, singing, dancing, LDR, fruits, 90’s music, 80’s music, light make up.

- side n - @thisisgospelofthehorizon’s aesthetic ~

Stuffed animals, black out curtains, dancing in the rain, shades of pink, blue raspberry lollipops, ravens, rose bushes, soft air static from vinyl records, fruity scents, jasmine candles, kittens mewing, being a blanket burrito, fairytale books, pizza, bunny kisses, holding pinkies, wishing on stars, highlighter as eye shadow

- side o - @ilaneyk‘s aesthetic !

Messy hair, playing with the wind with your hand in a car ride, pampering yourself, coffee with vanilla, walking barefoot, anklets, when you actually feel real happy and don’t care about anything, making people genuinely laugh, warm breeze, comfy clothes, banana splits, cinnamon rolls, finally finishing a book and liking it, colorful eyeliner, peacefully falling asleep.

- side p - @phartography-universe‘s aesthetic

the smell of rain, the rolling of thunder from far away, the sound of waterfalls, fairy lights, nature taking over manmade things, vintage bicycles, heavy snow fall on clusters of pine trees, horseback riding (bareback), looking at the stars and being able to see the Milky Way, dorky stickers, warm soup on a cold day, platonic cuddles, holding hands, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, window seats, the golden hours, cats cuddling with me, gaining an animal’s trust, pinwheels, origami cranes, rainbows, cotton t-shirts, crazy socks, mason jars, succulents, sitting in bed at 4:30 in the morning and contemplating life, bear hugs, eating s’mores while sitting by a campfire, failed recipes, overthinking, letting my hair down and rolling down my windows on the highway with my music blasting, dancing without caring, watching clouds, picnics in the summer, overflowing bookcases, open fields, encountering wildlife, quiet hikes, reaching the summit of a mountain, collecting rocks, friendship bracelets, loose braids, afternoon naps, soft instrumental music, acoustic guitar, strumming the ukulele, singing at the top of my lungs, rereading a book I love, lavender sprigs, fireflies, birdsong, too many blankets, wind chimes gently blowing, soft rain, wildflowers, getting lost in small but full bookstores, foxes, waves lapping gently against the shore, the ocean, hermit crabs, blossoming trees, listening to music I love while walking across campus, kind strangers, ferris wheels. 

I was tagged by @ilaneyk thank you so much! I think I may have gone a bit overboard, oops. 

I’m gonna tag... 

@incorrect-imfact @incorrect-ace @sechanny @jinjinmyworld @1ovebf @freckles-and-books @crispy-donghun @leewaves @leeknw @secretgayygent @sunshine-jaehyun

[imagineyourstars]

Is it okay if you could do headcanons on how Chiaki, Izumi , Ritsu , and Koga would celebrate their s/o birthday?

i’m currently writing scenarios for UNDEAD meeting their internet s/o for the first time too ! so that should be up pretty soon ! in the meantime, enjoy birthday headcanons for these four losers ! also i assumed the s/o’s birthday wasn’t on a school day ! so that it gives me an excuse to write out of school headcanons hehe - mod mademoiselle

read more’d for length ! 

Chiaki

oooooh boy

he started thinking of what to do months in advance, and tried to get his s/o to tell their birthday date without asking directly several times, as he’s so scared of messing up the date

his desk is covered in post it notes like “(y/n)’s birthday is in 6 days !!!!!” “only 2 days left !!!!!” and he also set special alarms on his phone

he talked about your birthday in great lengths to everyone in ryuseitai, to the point that they all know when your birthday is

on the d-day, he came unnanounced with your favorite flowers and a sweet birthday card, and waited as long as it took for you to get ready

chiaki spent the day with you in town, having lunch in his favorite restaurant, going to the arcade and to the cinema

you thought this day couldn’t get better when you came back, and all your mutual friends (including ryuseitai) were here for your surprise birthday party

there was even a cake, baked by chiaki and kanata. fortunately tetora wasn’t allowed to help.

he didn’t know what to get you so he bought a cute plushie of your favorite animal. mind you, it’s huge.

even midori was happy and was wearing a little party hat

when everyone urged you two to kiss, kanata hid shinobu’s eyes

Chiaki was worried he still didn’t do enough but you reassured him, saying you had a perfect day. Your main worry is being able to do the same for his own birthday !

Izumi

Unfortunately, your birthday was on a day when he was especially busy.

Izumi had a photoshoot on that very day, and couldn’t cancel it. He was very pissed at this. And as you had your own things to do, seeing each other seemed difficult.

He sent you an early morning happy birthday text as soon as he got up, and apologized for being so busy. You assured him you didn’t mind ; that’s what happens when you date a model after all !

He called you during every single one of his breaks. The calls were a bit awkward at first, since it was obvious he didn’t really have anything to tell you, but you started waiting for them with a lot of anticipation.

Izumi worried a lot that you might feel lonely without him. He might get jealous if you’re spending time with someone else and remind you who exactly is your boyfriend. It sounds more like being lectured, for some reason…

As soon as he was done with his work for the day, he went to buy roses and hurried to wherever you were. He couldn’t care less if you’re with someone else (especially if you were already celebrating your birthday with your other friends), he’ll kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years and snatch you away

The two of you will end the day having dinner in a restaurant. Izumi will be a bit grumpy about not having been able to be by your side for your birthday, but his frustration will melt over time. Just smile to him, he’ll already be better.

He’ll bring you back home and stay with you overnight. He’s secretly very happy to finally have you for himself. Maybe you’ll even be blessed with cuddling. and definitely more than cuddling, he probably can’t restrain himself after not seeing you for the day

All in all, he cared for you in his own peculiar way.

Ritsu

Don’t expect to get any news from him until at least 1 pm. He’s still sleeping, and sleep is sacred to him. He did say he wanted to do something with you for your birthday, so you still got ready to go out.

He finally called you at 2 pm, and judging from his voice he just woke up. He simply asked you to come over to his place, since he didn’t feel like going out.

The boy wasn’t even here to greet you when you came home. Expect Rei to be here and wish you a happy birthday though. He was wearing a dirty apron for some reason.

Ritsu was in his room, snuggling in his bed, still in his PJs. Only then did he wish you a happy birthday and he invited you to cuddle with him while watching some anime. To be fair, Ritsu wasn’t even paying attention and was just biting your neck the whole time.

He got really clingy and refused to let you get out of his bed. At some point, Rei came to knock on his door, so he got pissed and asked you to deal with him yourself.

Turns out Rei was busy making a birthday cake from scratch for you, as Ritsu forgot to buy one. He agreed to get out of the house so that Ritsu wouldn’t start World War III on him, but only after asking you to take care of his brother. He probably cried too. And said something about youngins growing up too fast.

You got to spoon-feed Ritsu with cake, and just pamper him in general. He doesn’t really understand this whole “birthday” thing. He insisted to spoon feed you too though. 

Only to start a cake fight.

Once the mess was cleaned up, he offered to take you out for the night. You had the immense privilege to wait in his room as he took ages to get ready.

He let you go wherever you wanted, he was happy with just clinging to you. You stopped to grab something to eat, though, as he got hungry.

Then he insisted to come back to your place for the night, as Rei was still in his own house and he really didn’t feel like dealing with him.

This was all just an excuse to serenade you and then cuddle some more. Your birthday was spent babying him, but it definitely was worth it.

Koga :

Should you remind him before the d-day that it’s your birthday soon, he’ll get angry, replying “I know it already ! Just give me a break !”

Truth is, he’s nervous about messing up. The twins, Kaoru and Rei all insisted birthdays are pretty important, and as much as he tried to be indifferent, he was working on a plan.

That boy was so tensed up, you just knew he was planning something for you. You tried asking his UNDEAD bandmates, just in case it’s something crazy again, but everyone’s lips were sealed.

On the d-day, he called you a bit too early to your liking to make sure you weren’t doing anything. He actually forgot to ask you that beforehand. Fortunately, you didn’t have much planned.

He called you again later in the morning to ask you to get ready. Or more like, to order you to get ready.

When he came to pick you up, he was a bit flustered to see you out of your uniform. Besides, you decided to dress cutely for the occasion. Surprisingly, he also put on brand new clothes. compliment him or he’s gonna get angry

He decided to take the train instead of making you walk, especially if you were wearing high heels. He wasn’t used to it, though, and got lost. You tried your damndest not to laugh when he called Kaoru and got angry at him because the map he drew for him “wasn’t fuckin’ working”.

Expect him to ditch the restaurant Kaoru recommended and just take you to his favorite yakiniku place. He treated you, too. Since it was your birthday.

Then he took you to the shopping district, and asked you to tell him whatever you wanted since he’d buy it for you. He looked pretty smug about it, too.

He was so happy when you took his arm. If he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging non-stop.

As the final highlight of the day, he took you home to give you a private concert. He tried to write his own song about you, too. It was fairly….. unique, but you were touched by the attention.

And then UNDEAD crashed in and ruined the party

[5hfanfiction]

You Don't Know This But You're Basically My Guardian Angel 3/7

Most days were good to Camila, calm and easy to get through. But there were still days where she felt like the world around her froze, as well as the people in it, leaving her in a pit of loneliness. Her dad walking out on her had shaped Camila into an independent, aloof teenager (because fuck a man who can’t handle his family). Though, as much as she tries, there’s an emptiness that presents itself whenever she sees a group of friends being happy together. She doesn’t let it show though, the void. She wants the world to know that she doesn’t need anyone who isn’t her mom, just like she didn’t need her dad (again, fuck him).

That didn’t change the fact that secretly, sometimes when she feels empty and is in the comfort of her bed, her walls break down and her pillow is tainted with her tears in just under a minute. Heartbroken, aching and lonely, Camila allows herself to feel whatever she feels in those few minutes (sometimes hours).

Something has changed though, and Camila doesn’t notice it until she notices everyone else noticing (it); she doesn’t sit by herself during lunch anymore, nor English nor Music. No, Lauren is always by her side the minute she can be (and Camila believes it’s because Lauren has come so naturally into Camila’s life that it feels like they’ve been this way forever).

Yet the way Hailey, the girl from her maths class, is looking at the both of them confused, well it doesn’t sit well with Camila. So, she turns to face Lauren again, who’s well… being Lauren (aka animatedly using her hands whilst she gushes to Camila about a new song she found) and finds her heart beating at an unhealthy pace, her lungs feeling like they’re being squeezed. She can’t get her words out so she abruptly gets up and rushes her way out of the cafeteria.

The autumn air immediately hugs her bones, and she sits under the closest tree she can find. Closing her eyes, Camila focuses on her breathing. Inhale, and exhale (she finds it weird how something so simple is so hard to do). Just as her body has calmed down, a familiar voice speaks up from behind her and now her heart, again, is beating at an unhealthy pace, but now it doesn’t feel like death is crawling through her veins (she doesn’t know how there are two ways of your heart beating, but she doesn’t beat herself about it).

Camila hears, and now smells Lauren, before she sees her. The smell of pampering honey and dusky vanilla are filling up her senses, and she feels like she’s in heaven and that the death in her veins a few minutes ago, had worked. But then she feels Lauren’s soft lips touching her cheek, and the tingle those lips leave behind makes her realise she’s still alive (because fuck the whirlwind of butterflies in her stomach are too much for her to be dead).

‘I’m here for you, you know that right?’ She hears Lauren whisper and she can’t find the will to open her eyes because she can hear the sincerity and genuineness Lauren’s voice and she just knows that she’ll breakdown if she sees Lauren’s eyes right now. So, she replies with a nod, now leaning back against the tree. She hears shuffling before feeling Lauren’s head on her shoulder and Lauren’s hand in her own.

'I wanted to invite like three people to our movie night… is that okay?’ She hears Lauren speak again, and Camila’s trying so hard to not tremble at the way Lauren’s breath is ghosting her neck (and yes by the way, her and Lauren have a Friday movie thing now, Camila doesn’t know how).

'Oh… uh, cool it’s your place Lauren do what you want.’ She replies, a little shake in her voice (because if Lauren wants to invite them they’re important and if they don’t like Camila then Camila will lose Lauren because duh, who’d pick Camila?).                       

Her train of thought is interrupted, a squeal escaping her lips, because Lauren lifted her up into her lap and though she was surprised, this feels like home (yes that home).

'Camz, look at me please’ She feels Lauren’s arms wrap around her waist (fuck sake) so Camila has no choice but to open her eyes because she needs a distraction from Lauren’s hands and Lauren’s eyes are a good distraction. Lauren smiles at her before leaving a lingering kiss on Camila’s forehead (Camila is really starting to feel lightheaded with everything Lauren is doing).

'You’re really important to me Camz, and nobody matters to me the way you do’ Lauren whispers, in a voice that says I’ll never leave you alone, I promise, and Camila can’t help but bury her face into Lauren’s neck so she can cry. In the safety of her home (yes, that home). She’s glad Lauren doesn’t pull away to wipe her cheeks because she would hate for Lauren to see how ugly her crying face is.

Instead, she feels Lauren’s lips rest against the crown of her head and Lauren’s gentle fingers through her hair (and she feels like she’s in heaven again). She wonders how Lauren just knows what to say or how to make Camila feel better when they’ve only known each other for just over two months. She almost panics (because fuck what if Lauren is a mind reader and knows about every thought Camila has had about kissing Lauren) biting her lip out of habit (fuck what if Lauren is reading her mind right now? Isn’t this fucking inception?). Her thoughts are interrupted when she feels Lauren kiss her hair.

'They’re nice people by the way, I’m asking because I think you’ll like them, and if you don’t just do that ugly llama face you do and I’ll kick them out’ She hears the teasing tone of Lauren’s voice and she smacks the black-haired girl on the arm, earning an award-winning laugh.

'It’s not ugly, you’re just hating because you can’t do it, loser.’

-

'Omg Dinah, how can you not do it!’ Camila tries to speak between her tummy clutching laugh, her eyes trained on Dinah as she (horribly) attempts to do the llama face. The five girls are sprawled out onto the floor, Ally setting the snacks and her baked goods in the middle, Normani snapchatting Dinah’s faces (terribly so because it’s so hard to record when you’re laughing) and Lauren watching Camila with a content smile on her face.

'Shoo girl, I can’t have all the talent, now can I? This cute ass can only handle so much.’ Dinah says, flipping her hair over her shoulder, as Dinah does. Camila laughs at this, quickly crawling over to Dinah’s lap and giving her cheek a big kiss, to which Dinah scrunches her nose up (but she’s failing at keeping her smile off her face).

'That’s right, you’re my talented Cheechee’ Camila replies, a loving smile on her face.

Before Dinah can reply, Lauren snorts, which in hindsight was a bad move.

'You must be really blind Cam-’ Lauren’s sentence is cut off, because now (Camila has no idea how) Lauren is on her back with Dinah sat on her and tickling her. Although Lauren is literally screaming for help, the 3 girls watch the scene as Lauren’s beautiful laugh fills up the room, an enormous smile on her face, which is being reflected on Dinah’s face too. Camila watches as Ally gets up to stand behind Dinah trying to pull her away from Lauren (failing miserably because her short arms can’t handle Dinah right now) and watches as a laughing Normani holds her phone up, once again recording the scene before her (they really need to find out a way to record when laughing).

Ally finally manages to get Dinah off Lauren (she literally had to hold Dinah’s head because it’s all her hands could grab), both girls now falling backwards onto the floor and now the youngest and the oldest are laughing, their heads thrown back.

It’s crazy to think before them, Camila was utterly alone, save for her mom and now she has four friends who’d fight the world for her. And she for them.  Camila smiles at the thought, before looking back at Lauren, watching her as she watches the ceiling, her cheeks flushed from all that laughing and her chest slightly heaving because of Dinah’s tickling. She rests a hand on her forehead and Camila just so badly wants her to look her way.

And she does (because they have a connection as Normani says) and now the two Cuban girls are watching each other, a knowing smile on both their faces. Camila’s smile grows with each passing second and she kisses her fingers before blowing a kiss to Lauren, who’s smile widens at the action (and her eyes go all squinty and fuck Camila thinks she’s beyond adorable) and she blows one back to Camila. And Camila smiles, maybe new things and new friends aren’t such a bad thing after all.

a/n: thank you to anyone reading this and enjoying it :)

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[thimberlina]

It’s a double bill and there’s been lots going on, including my long awaited ladies trip to Portugal.  If you’ve never thought of playing golf, it’s worth learning to play just to come on our trip!

2 weeks ago H was on school holidays.  Here he is with cyber mom, she had to stand on a chair to give him a kiss and for a minute I thought she was going to fall off!  And look she’s wearing my favourite Coco that is now hers.

And then we all went to play golf. (us, not cyber mum!)  H played with the juniors in their comp and came 2nd and played 3 under his handicap – which is a first.  He was really pleased.

And then it was soon time for some last minute pampering before my holiday…nothing like a glamorous foils shot to keep it real!

If you’ve been following the Tour De Yorkshire this weekend and know where abouts I live you might have realised that it’s only been a couple of miles away, and there’s been bikes everywhere……..even in the local supermarket.

And then the 20th April arrived and we all met at the airport at 6am.

And guess what?!  I was 20 pounds lighter than I was a year ago when we all went away!

Our holiday was for 7 nights.  We played golf 5 times and each day had a colour or theme.

Our first day was a blue day………

Unfortunately I didn’t perform as well as I could have done and came last!  We all have holiday names, so from left to right we have Kizzy, Tiggles, Whiskey, Petra, Trixie, Misty and me – Taffy.  We’re named after pets we had as kids, and call ourselves Pussies.

So here’s what the pussy with the best and worst score had to wear for dinner when we went out that evening…

  Luckily my score wasn’t the worst the following day, which was pink day.  Tiggles managed to get one point less than me…phew!

And she wore the sash.  I’m not sure why she wasn’t wearing it in this photo, I’ll be having words!!

And then there was the black, red and white day, but only Trixie wore red.

And then the sensible ones had a day off, whilst the hard core golfers had an extra round.  Obviously I’m not hard core, but instead googled ‘fabric shops near me’ (I know I’m not on my own doing this!) and found one only a 15 minute walk away!

Helen and I bought a few bits of haberdashery and stroked a few balls of yarn.

Did I mention my healthy breakfasts?  Each day I had an omelette with cake for afters.  I usually wrapped some up to put in my golf bag for a lunchtime snack, but sometimes I ate it all before it got into my golf bag! Greedy pussy!!

Our 4th day of golf was a brightly coloured anything goes day!  One guy came up to us on the course and said we were the most colourful and best dressed 4 ball he had ever seen!

And our last day was a flower power day.  Do you recognise the shorts? My simplicity 1696 trousers that I made last year….

A little first aid was needed for Trixie….I wondered why they asked me to go on the trip! Luckily this was before we played and her feet weren’t too smelly!  (Sorry Trixie xx)

Did I mention that I had to wear the losers sash twice!?  Well I did and I wasn’t impressed, so on the night before our last round I took things easy, only had 3 glasses of wine and was asleep before 1am.  And guess what?  I won!!!!!!

The next day it was time for home……….here’s Tiggles and Taffy on their balcony all packed and ready for home, and feeling sad even though we’re smiling…

And then all the tired pussies got the plane home…..

And just one more holiday pic before I move on.  Earlier I mentioned I’d lost 20 pounds since I went last year.  Here’s me last year and wearing the same top this year, not quite as snug! I’m so glad I joined slimming world, I feel fab and have never eaten so much. (but unfortunately not cake! except in Portugal!)

So then it was back home to the central heating and tonnes of washing.  H and hubby had been really good – my car had been washed, they’d kept the house tidy and the fridge was full of food!  I think I’ll go away more often!

I arrived home at 5:15pm, had a quick bite to eat, then dashed to parents evening (H’s teachers think he’s as wonderful as me!) and then dashed to watch H play cricket.  It was hail stoning as I left school, but somehow the storm managed to bypass the ground in Huddersfield were he was playing.

And then today I played in the Bradford and District Evening League Team Championship and we only went won!!  This league has been running since 1984 and we play other clubs throughout the summer.  At the start of the summer we have a team event and scores are combined.  This is only the second time in 33 years that our club has even won it so we were over the moon!!

And just one last one.  A crocodile on the course at Shipley today!!

And before I go, the ‘feature’ pic is Helen wearing her fab new dress that she made!!  I’ve forgotten which pattern it is but it was one of the free ones that came with a recent Love sewing magazine.  I’ll find out before I add it to my talented friends page.

Sunday Sevens – a series devised by the lovely Natalie (how could she be anything else she’s a Yorkshire lass!!) from Threads and Bobbins.  Join in and share a bit of what goes on in your life outside the sewing room!!

      #SundaySevens – Sunshine Edition It's a double bill and there's been lots going on, including my long awaited ladies trip to Portugal.  

[yamithediaperdork]

Blackmail is such a UGLY word (Inuyasha)

Blackmail is such a ugly word

Living in the era he did, and being what he was one would think that fox demon named Shippo had seen it all, double so considering all of the adventures he had been on with the half demon Inuyasha and the rest of their friends. And yet one would be wrong because at this moment Shippo was having to pinch himself from breaking into a fit of giggles and giving up his hiding place in a bush as he watched the big strong and bad ass Inuyasha crawl around on all fours dressed like a infant. Gone were the fire rat robes and in their place was baby blue mittens with white trim at the wrists on his hands, and baby blue booties on his feet that again had the white trim at the ankles,And a baby blue bonnet on his head with the the frills on the head that helped protect the baby once again white. those were cute enough, but it the was the blue plastic pants around his hips bugling from who knew how many layers of cloth diapers that had the kit biting down on his touage as Inuyasha babbled loudly and swung his massive diapered rear back and forth before plopping on his padded read and sucking on his thumb. 'I am SO glad I decided to follow him now!' the fox demon snickered in his head.

The last four times they returned to the village because Kagome had to go back to the modern world Inuyasha had declined to go with her and would instead insist he had some sort of secret training to go do off by himself. He also made it clear that a swift and brutal death awaited anyone who tried to follow him and after they had found Koga with the snot beat out on his and in just his undies tied to a tree, he was believed.   Of course there were rumors, it was just a small village after all and the most believed one (Because no one could see the half demon actually training himself that hard for the 2-3 days if not longer Kagome would take to come back.) Was that he had a lady friend out in the bushes that he met with. It would also explain the strange scents that came off of him when he came back. Well, If Inuyasha was being a two timing dog (Pun not intended) then Shippo was gonna catch him in the act using a funny little device Kagome had given him from the future that let him capture images and save them. With his camera in paw, he set out ignoring the warning from Sango and Miroku that if Koga had been caught.. "Please! I'm WAY smarter and more tricky then him! It'll be a breeze!" He had boasted. Well, it hadn't exactly been a breeze and more then once on the 3 hour hike he wondered what he'd gotten himself in and had almost been busted by Inuyasha.

The cabin they came up to was by the forest while not being in it, and next to a lake thankfully as Shippo might of forgotten his canteen in his rush to keep up with the dog demon. the grass was soft and green, or at least looked like it as Shippo had hidden himself in a wild berry brush to A) get cover and B) feed his rumbling gut before it gave him away and Inuyasha took one last look around, blushing now and then had gone into the one room cabin.(Again, this was a assumption on Shippo's part just based on it's size.) He'd been too busy pigging out to first notice when Inuyasha had came back out and it was only when a weird coo'ing and gurgling noise like a baby would make he zoned back in. 'Wait does he have a baby out here?' Was Shippo's first thought and then well...he kinda did!

Inuyasha coo'ed and giggled, he just loved his big baby time and how big and silly he felt during it. Getting everything he needed for it though had been a mortifying and humiliating endeavor and taken the better part of a year to set up. Thankfully the cabin had already been here and from the dust and smell of it had been long since ditched (or it's previous owner eaten) so He had THAT going for and he'd been able to set up a makeshift nursery in there having nailed part of a fence to either side of the cot and replacing the mattress. he didn't have a changing table per say but some soft blankets laid out on what had once been a dining table. Sure compared to the nursery's he'd seen in Kagome's time it was crap, but considering he was working with what he could trade for he felt pretty damn proud of himself. he flopped back on his back and sucked on his thumb, wishing he could get one of those little sucky thingies he'd seen babies use but he'd pushed his luck getting Kagome to get him a booklet on how to fold cloth diapers, stammering he wanted to be ready if he ever had a kid. She'd just rolled her eyes and Bam, Booklet and the end of leaky diapers and pin pricked thumbs. He was thinking about what Kagome would say if she ever found out about this and shut his eyes, picturing her taking picture after picture of him and for a second the image was so vivid he sworn he COULD hear the click of her camera..then tugged his thumb out his mouth and blushed crimson. "Wait a second.." he COULD hear it and narrowed his sense in on the source and growled, getting up and starting to charge over as best he could with his bulky diapies on and in his mittens and booties. "WHOEVER YOU ARE MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD, YOUR DEAD!" He yelled.

Shippo was yelping and fumbling with the stupid camera, he had seen Kagome do it somehow where it didn't make noise and now wished he'd paid attention. Inuyasha was charging in like a bull and he tried to think of something, anything useful he could say because he was pretty sure just because they were semi friends didn't mean he wasn't about to have a messy end. 'Wait..wait..she said something..about clouds?' Shippo thought and then rolled out of the bush just as Inuyasha got then and stood up holding out the camera and wagging a finger. "Ah ah ah puppy! this camera is linked to Kagome's cloud!" he said, not even sure what it meant but it sure paused the rampaging baby. "The second it starts to get damaged all those BABY pictures I took of you get sent to her. AND only I can get rid of them. Kagome set it up for me so you wouldn't steal it." he added smugly, lying his tiny furry ass off but it DID sound like something she'd do. "Then I'll just leave the camera alone and smash YOU." Inuyasha growled, trying to look menacing but Shippo just started to laugh."WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?" "You DO recall how your dressed right now puppy wuppy. And give it up, you can either do as I say from now on, or EVERYONE finds out biggggg baddddd Inuyasha is just a cute baby butt." Shippo said and folded his arms. Inuyasha growled and snarled.. then hung his head and slumped. "This is blackmail you know.." "Blackmail is such a ugly word..I prefer to think of it as pup sitting a diaper wear dummy...Now sit boy." Shippo said, taking a perverse delight in his power of the big baby as Inuyasha plopped onto his diapered behind. "Goood boy~"

Crawling on all fours on the command of the brat was bad enough but Shippo had taken it a step further and so he was riding on Inuyasha's back and smirking. "You know, you don't make a half bad steed Inuyasha..if you ever wanna give up on the hero thing.." Shippo chuckled. "Watch it shrimp or I'll-" Inuyasha started to growl. "Do nothing but get yourself outed like a diaper wearing LOSER." Shippo said smugly. "By the way, from now on when it's just the two of us, you're gonna call me Master." "...isn't that a little much even for you?" Inuyasha asked, trying to temper his anger and word it in a way to make the fox demon think twice. "Well I was going to have you call me daddy..we can switch to that if you pre-" Shippo started with a giggle. "Master is fine! I like it master!" Inuyasha said quickly and almost face planted when he felt the fox pat his pampered bottom. "Good boy!" Shi- er Master said and Inuyasha whimpered, thinking about how much this was all going to suck.

Getting into the babies nursery Shippo put two hands over his nose even as he slid down. "What is that STINK!? Don't tell me you actually crap yourself!!" "I uh..well see..I.." Inuyasha mewed, on his knees and looking down, poking his index fingers together. "When did you even get time to do that?!? I followed you out here!" "I um.. didn't.. clean my diapies before I left last time Master." Inuyasha admitted sheepishly. Shippo made a disgusted face and then shook his head. "Hope you have a shovel here because your about to go outside and bury the treasure deep." Shippo said and then sighed at the blank look on the pup's face. "Go dig a hole dumb ass, and dump your diaper pail in it, then bury it. and dig deep." "But..but..I don't have a lot of spare diapers, so after I change out of these I;ll have to clean the dirty ones before I can get changed!" Inuyasha whined. "And that's MY problem how? get to it diaper butt before I decide this isn't worth my time and just ruin you!" Shippo demanded, deciding that he loved this feeling of power. what made it all the sweeter was when Inuyasha just nodded and mumble a soft yes sir and got to his feet and walked out with the offending pail. Shippo would of said something about how he should crawl but realized there was no way for him to get it outside then unless it was on his back and Shippo did NOT wanna risk those smelly things falling to the floor.

Mostly certain he was out of earshot of Master, Inuyasha whined and growled as he clawed at the earth (After of course removing his baby mitts.) This just wasn't fair! Why out of all the people who could of caught him and maybe let him play out his humiliation fetish for a bit before he throttled them did it have to be HIM!? And with that stupid camera thinge too! Inuyasha couldn't be sure the fox had said was true or not, he'd never really paid attention to all of that future crap Kagome had and he was paying the price for it now. 'Maybe I can ask her about it when she comes back.I can handle three days of this, and there's no way Master will risk bringing me back to town like this. if everyone see's me like this then he loses his control and I'll fucking end him!" Inuyasha thought and then smiled. he didn't realize it but as his plan formed in his head and he realized this was a temporary problem at best, his massive diaper rear had started to wag back and forthwith him semi half in the hole now. 'Heck, if this is only for a few days, I might as well sit back and try and enjoy myself even!' The Half dog demon thought, a silly grin on his face.

Watching from the window and seeing Inuyasha perk up, Shippo just shook his head even as he used something called 'video' to record the pampered pup's antics. 'Oh Inuyasha, give me some credit' He thought and chuckled out loud. 'I already have a perfect way to explain your diapers and it'll be your baby stuff that I'll keep to myself. One way or anther, you're never getting back out of diapers.' the 'treasure' so to speak was buried and Inuyasha waddled back as fast as he could and set the pail down, not noticing that the camera was still record on the table as he sat up on his haunches like a begging dog. "Did I do good master?" he asked, and oh god, his touage was hanging out of his mouth now. "-Snek-.. VERY good, Turn around from bum pats Loser." "Yes sir Master!" Inuyasha coo'ed and Shippo just looked into the camera shaking his head and jerking a thumb at Inuyasha then came over and rewarded the pup, patting and rubbing the slick plastic and Inuyasha went face down and ass up in delight. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

The end.. for now