#Aww! I Still Love These Dorks

[queenpiranhadon]

So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: He's so silly I love him 🥰

[anika-ann]

Thirst for Life (As It Is) - S.R.

Type: one-shot, established relationship, next-to-zero plot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 3,7k

Summary: You loved him for it; you hated it. You were still coming to terms with it, still learning to accept and believe that he damn-well meant it when he said he would always fight tooth and nail to come back to you.

You’d count your blessings; you celebrated his efforts by being the very home he was to you to him and if you could sooth his pain in any way you knew, as a physical therapist, as his lover, as a human being, you would.

A slice of life kind of fic, a moment of love life of Steve Rogers and his beloved.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, fingering, oral (F rec), allusions to penetrative sex, brief mention of canon typical injuries, briefest allusions to angst, FLUFF, dorks in love

A/N: Super belated entry for Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge hosted by @steviebbboi. Thank you for hosting and congrats again💕 I got inspired by the prompt Aw, does it feel good right here?🤭

A/N 2: DIVIDER by @saradika-graphics; enjoy y'all 🥰

Lips pressing to heated skin; to entice, to sooth the burning.

Fingertips dancing over strained muscles. Body arching into the touch.

A silent blissful keen escaping.

A sinful whisper.

“Aww, is that the spot, love? Does it feel good right there?"

A blatant, wicked tease, rewarded by a breathless curse spilling from parted lips, a soundless complaint.

Unable to help yourself, you giggled, kissing the spot again, earning a grunt – a sound of protest and approval alike.

“Just you wait…” Steve muttered, annoyed and somewhat fond at once, groaning when you pressed with your fingers this time, feeling the tight knot right under his right shoulder blade as if growing thicker to rebel against your care. “And this isn’t funny.”

You licked your lips, biting back to fight another laugh and losing anyway.

“Come on, Steve… it’s a little funny.”

It was a little funny.

Steve Rogers, a mighty supersoldier, all muscle and broadness, filling the space of the large bed. A paragon of strength and justice, shoulders wide enough to carry the weight of the world, his heart a shield for those who needed protection, his shield the heart of the Avengers. A seemingly fearless leader, a strategic mastermind, an excellent fighter; the embodiment of masculinity and power and righteousness and love.

All that and more – brought to its knees by a pulled muscle.

Of course, if it were up to Steve only, he would not even let this slow him down, not in the slightest, let alone bring him down his knees. Oh no.

It was your gentle offer; a soft touch of a hand, a sweet promise, a confession and a plea on your lips.  

“Let me help, love.”

A gaze of mutual affection exchanged; a kiss to his lips to seal the deal with tenderness you knew your might have to abandon if you wanted to help set his body right.

It was a little funny.

The huge hunk of supersoldier muscle, turned into a puddle of a man under your touch. You treated him with as much skill as you would any other client or a patient of yours, if perhaps with a little softer care and with considerably less professionalism.

Obviously, Steve was not your usual client or patient; Steve Rogers was infinitely much more to you. The love radiating from the depth of your heart turned tangible in his proximity; undeniably present in your touch, be it your hands or your lips trying to sooth the pain, be it you straddling his hips which seemed almost absurdly narrow in comparison of the enormity of his shoulders, be it your words of affection or gentle teasing.

Obviously, Steve was not your usual client or patient; most of those who came in specifically with a pulled muscle were there because they had been helping a friend moving furniture, overestimated themselves in a gym, or snapped their head to the side too fast.

Your boyfriend of almost one year, on the other hand, had pulled a muscle when lifting a goddamn car off of someone to whose rescue he had rushed to.

Pressing against the knot, gently but firmly enough to make Steve groan – a sound of complaint bleeding into one of gratitude as you gradually released the pressure – you allowed the piece of information about him having practically lifted a car wash over you again, the astonishment at absurdity and curiosity of life fresh as if it was something entirely new to you.

But it wasn’t. It most definitely wasn’t the first time you had been confronted with this part of who Steve was. It wasn’t the first time you were confronted with how much the serum had enhanced his strength and possibly stubbornness, with what he did for living and how, or with the insistent calling in his very soul to help and serve and be nothing but a profoundly good man. It was hardly the first time and yet you guessed it would never cease to amaze you.

His good heart and his kind soul. His brilliant mind and his incredible body. A man all strong and resilient, but not invincible, not unbreakable.

And perhaps that was where the laugh was coming from – the reason why you couldn’t quite help yourself but tease him, why you couldn’t quite stop giggling.

The relief.

Because Steve Rogers – one of the greatest heroes of your time and the past alike – coming back home with only a pulled muscle was nothing short of a miracle, and this was how your strained body and mind expressed the utter, overwhelming relief coursing your veins.

Because Steve came home. Home to you.

Another day, another save.

Another day he could have caught a knife to his gut or to his neck. Another day he could have caught a bullet an inch from his heart or straight through. Another day he could have been taken and tortured for information or for the twisted fun of hurting Captain America.

None of that had happened.

Instead, it was another day Steve came home to you in one piece. Even if tired and with a pulled muscle.

You’d count your blessings, over and over, more so since you knew how and why he had pulled that muscle; gold of heart and dumb of ass, he couldn’t have waited for someone to come help him, not when the man who had been pinned under a damn car was so clearly and understandably in pain.

Steve’s mind was a brilliant thing, coming up with impenetrable strategies, with a plan B for the plan B and with a plan C and D just in case, carefully predicting outcomes and calculating risks; sometimes he just got bad at math when calculating risks for himself when he couldn’t bear seeing others suffer.

You loved him for it; you hated it. You were still coming to terms with it, still learning to accept and believe that he damn-well meant it when he said he would always fight tooth and nail to come back to you.

You’d count your blessings; you celebrated his efforts by being the very home he was to you to him and if you could sooth his pain in any way you knew, as a physical therapist, as his lover, as a human being, you would.

And he’d let you, even if the first time you had met had certainly not been the case. Not with him having been dragged in, after having his knee busted in a fight, arguing that he did not need anyone’s help, because he was enhanced by the supersoldier serum and his body had always healed on its own. You wouldn’t have it; you had met all the unwilling patients and sceptics. So you took one glance at the man who had literally dragged him in – his best friend, Bucky Barnes, seemingly more exhausted by his attitude than by the fact he had been carrying a significant weight of the huge pile of muscle Steve Rogers was – and then took another look at the man behind the shield himself, before you listed all the muscles, tendons and bones that would have begged him to differ in reaction to such claim.

To this day, you were not quite sure whether it had been your knowledge or your ability to simply not have his attitude that had impressed him more, but later you would find out his attitude was more about him feeling like others needed your help more than him and less about him questioning your field or expertise. That had mattered to you; what mattered also was that Bucky was never going to let you or Steve live your so-called meet-cute down, claiming he knew right away Steve had fallen in love the very second.

So you’d count your blessing and you’d let yourself feel whatever came, and you’d let yourself be consumed by the love with gratitude and thirst for life as it was.

You let yourself laugh again even as Steve grumbled under you, muttering something about maybe deserving it. You appreciated the self-awareness. You appreciated him.

You smiled as you let your hands roam with purpose, warm touch mapping out his pains and still taking moments to caress and indulge in exploring his body, cherishing the beautiful view of the expanse of his back and the feel of his strength yielding to your care with endless trust.

“I feel a little less treated and little more objectified at this point,” he muttered, a smile evident in his voice even before your gaze flickered to his face, now turned to side as he rested his cheek on the back of his hand.

One corner of your lips rose higher, barely a flicker of shame in your chest. You’d never violate a patient or a client like that; but you’d also never miss a chance to feel closer to Steve, miss a chance to touch him, to cherish the contact and to make him feel loved.

“Is there a complaint you’d like to submit, sir?” you questioned, a wide smile setting on your lips as he hummed in disapproval.

Still, you finished the treatment with a last few strokes that were indeed more of a gentle closing than anything else, climbed off of him and pulled the blanket over his naked back to keep the muscles warm.    

He blinked his eyes open as you sat by his side on the bed, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

The second he reached out his hand to hold you, you clicked your tongue disapprovingly, making him huff but obediently stop his progress.

“You know the rules, Steve. Stay still for a bit, let the body process. I’ll bring you some fluids.”

He sighed, squinting at you with adorable defiance. “I do know… I don’t have like it. Maybe just a minor complaint then.”

You grinned, leaning closer to him on the pillow, feeling your heart tremble in thorough warmth as he observed you with sleepy intent and a look closest to adoration you had ever seen.

“What’s that, Captain Rogers?” you whispered conspiratorially.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

You relaxed into the mattress, shoulders slumping, heart a second from melting as the lightest and most delightful feeling spread through your veins, a rush so powerful it almost chased tears into your eyes.

To care and be cared for; to love and be loved, so utterly you had never believed it possible until you met Steve Rogers, most certainly the love of your life.

Reaching out, your fingertips lightly caressed his cheek, his eyelids slipping shut; you brushed over the arches of his brows, over the slope of his nose, over his lips – instantly pursing for a light kiss to your fingers – and caressed his scalp, only to meet his gaze again, so tender you felt something inside your soul shift and shudder in pure happiness.

“I know you will when I need it,” you assured him, bringing a ghost of a smile to his face. “And I’m pretty sure that’s the idea. That we’re supposed to be taking care of each other, love.”

A sparkle lit up his tired eyes, his smile turning positively goofy.

“I like that,” he whispered.

“Good,” you said, pressing another kiss to his forehead and climbing to your feet. “Now be a good patient and stay still for a bit, just like everyone else… no matter how special you are to me.”

“Mmm, if you say so… I love you.”

You fought the urge to lie next to him, reminding yourself that if you got him fluids now, you could lie with him and bask in his warmth later and with no interruptions.

“I love you too, Steve.”

By the time you got back, hands clean of the essential oil and full with a mug of tea and a tall glass of water, you found him fast asleep, still on his front, arms hugging his pillow.

Not bothering to fight off your smile this time, you set the mug on the nightstand, tucked the blanket higher to his chin and climbed up to the bed to sit and prop up on the headboard.

You reached for the engagement ring you had taken off for the massage first and put it back where it belonged, and only then for your half-read book, gaze once more flickering to man who had stolen your heart and would never give it back.

Attention divided, you read; but mainly you kept your future husband company, watching over his peaceful and more than deserved sleep.

Because that was what you were supposed to do; watch over each other, look out for one another, and take care of each other.

And in a few months, you’d promise to continue doing that with love for the rest of your lives, swearing so in front of your friends and families.

Lips pressing to heated skin; to entice, to sooth the burning.

Fingertips dancing over strained muscles. Body arching into the touch.

A silent blissful keen escaping.

A sinful whisper.

“Aww, is that the spot, love?” he teased, every syllable dripping off his lips rich and heady like honey, and even with your eyes fluttered shut, you could see his beautifully wicked smile, the spark in his eyes that shone dark, lit alive in a way that was reserved for you; and only for you. “Does it feel good right there?"

You recognized the echo of your own words, Steve’s voice coloured with sweet vindication. He knew exactly what he was doing and he revelled in it; you would protest and complained again if your lips remembered how to speak beyond Steve’s name and breathless pleas. You would protest if you truly wanted to and he would stop in an instant. You would protest if your hands were not literally tied.

Again, unlike your other patients, all Steve had needed was your skilled touch and a good rest. A few hours of sleep, Erskine’s serum working its magic and he had been good to go; perhaps not for another mission, not for a training session, but for repaying your service with love and adoration and desire.

Hugging your middle after waking up, resting his head over your thigh, he had sent a single glance up at you and you had very well forgotten what you had been reading.

He had kissed your palms in thank you, one and then the other, lingering with his gaze and his lips, and you had already been forgetting your own name.

He had pressed a kiss to your wrists, wrapping them in satin like a precious gift, smiling as he had to ruck up the sleeves of his very shirt you had chosen to wear to bed to do so.

He had ghosted his lips over your fingertips as he tied your wrists to the headboard, making sure you rested your hands, the most important asset for your work; conveniently putting your engagement ring on display for him to see at all times while doing so.

He had met your lips in a kiss so sultry you barely caught your breath, before they strayed over every inch of newly revealed skin as he unbuttoned the shirt, lingering in all his and your favourite places, hands roaming, caressing, holding, owning.

You arched against his mouth when he reached his prize, forearm draping over your middle, keeping you grounded as he lifted you towards the stars once, almost for the second time, until his fingers joined to show off his own talented touch and to bring you to the brink of madness.

“Did not quite catch that, sweetheart,” he muttered to the burning skin of your inner thigh, rendering you speechless with his tongue before you could catch your wits and answer. “I suppose I should try again…”

“Steve-“

“Right here, love… give me one more. Let me take care of you… you said you knew I would take care of you when you’d need it, didn’t you? Do you need it now, love?”

Steven Grant Rogers, you little shit- was the thought that flew through your head so fast you couldn’t hope to catch it let alone verbalize it. Not with how your head was beginning to spin when his lips, his hands, his wicked tongue and seemingly innocent filthy talk carried by his deep voice overwhelmed your senses and chased you higher and closer to your peak with every passing torturous second.

“Yes-“ was what actually spilled from your lips breathily, followed by a keen of please.

“Then be good and stay still.”

Steve’s dark mischievous gaze met yours, the erotic sight of him between your legs, wide shoulders barely fitting, with his palm sprawled to your belly and seemingly enjoying himself thoroughly was your undoing, along with things he did and you could not hope to put into words; not when your vision whited out with a cry of his name and wave of numbing bliss washing over you and pulling you under.

You were trying to catch your breath as he let you ride out your high, firm, wet languid kisses pressed to your thighs, your stomach, your breasts with just a graze of teeth to both increase your pleasure and to satisfy the man who loved to get lost in exploring your body and consuming you whole.

When his lips finally met yours again, you did not care you still hadn’t quite earned enough oxygen, whimpering against the demanding kiss as Steve’s fingers curled just to press at the spot again, while he casually rested his weight on his elbow, left hand interlacing his fingers with yours to feel the ring he had slipped on your finger just a few weeks ago.

“Love you so much, sweetheart. Love seeing you like this, so beautiful, so blissed out and so, so mine…” he whispered, voice hoarse as if he had been the one to crying out in ecstasy.

“I love you too, Steve.”

Instinctively moving to touch him, to keep him closer, you tugged at the soft fabric around your wrists, huffing in frustration when all you could do was squeeze Steve’s hand tighter.

“Hands, love?” you pleaded, arching your body against his, hovering too high for your taste even when your bare chest brushed his, your body drinking hungrily the heat which his own was radiating. “Want to touch you.”

“Anything for you, love.”

As thoroughly distracting as his lips were, pressing back to yours as he blindly loosened the knots, your hands sprang the moment you were free, sighing as the utter delight at holding onto your lover flooded every cell of your body, fingers raking through his hair, digging into his back to pull his closer to your embrace.

His lips eased the pressure, nose bumping yours, fingertips brushing your cheek tenderly, his smile as sweet as sinful, and when you blinked your eyes open, you couldn’t but bask in the blinding light of adoration shining in Steve’s blown pupils.

“You alright, sweetheart? Can you take more?”

The question nor the concern were new; yet they tasted as lovely as Steve’s smile when he leaned in to kiss you again.

You ran your hand down the lovely expanse of his back, pressing to meet his hardness, a wordless agreement.

“Yes, just… be careful.”

Steve’s lips parted from yours with a wet pop, genuine worry instantly overtaking his features, his weight easing from your body – almost making you regret what you were about to say when he’d inevitably ask-

“Are you hurting? Did I do anything-“

“I’m fine, Stevie…” you assured him, brushing a lose strand away from his forehead, smoothening the crease that formed there, your wildly pounding heart shivering from his tender care for you, his consideration, his willingness to walk away from chasing his own pleasure and just hold you should you wish so for whatever reason.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, his frown only deepening with disapproval as he probably thought you were about to downplay whatever it was that bothered you, what he had done to hurt you or was causing you pain – like Mr. Hypocrite, your softest, biggest love.

“No need to worry, Steve. I just want you to be careful, you know… you might pull a muscle and need medical and fluids after.”

A beat of silence, bated breaths.

And then you were bursting out with laughter at Steve’s scandalized expression, the sound blending into a yelp as he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you to the air. He stood up in a whirlwind of a movement, spinning you until your back hit the wall, blow softened by his palm while his other moved under your bottom, fingers digging to your flesh, pinning you to the hard surface by his hips, his chest, and mainly by his lips crashing against yours, stealing the laughter from you very lungs, drinking your love from the very bottom of your heart.

He nipped at your bottom lip, hips bucking against yours, his voice a sultry promise you couldn’t wait for him to make good on; for all the teasing, you knew that indeed, your Steve would have caring for you at the forefront of his mind. You could feel his love undeniably present in his touch, be it his hands or his lips, be it his words of affection or the gentle, exhilarating threats:

“Oh just you wait, love… we’ll see who’ll need what after I’m done with you… I was so well-taken care of by my future wife, I think I want to start training for our wedding night. And sweetheart,” he whispered, warm breath brushing your ear, “I think it’s time we try to push our record to double digits.”

As a shudder ran down your spine like a livewire, your heart jumping to your throat with how your blissed-out mind scrambled to try to imagine that, you let your body sink into his, counted your blessing, and let yourself feel whatever was about to come.

You let yourself be consumed by love with gratitude and thirst for life as it was.

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[lachencha]

Qué Porqué Te Quiero?: Mouthwashing Anya x Reader

hello guys hope you guys had a good thanksgiving! hope you enjoy! :)

With Tupperware scattered on the counter, pans and cutting boards piled high in the sink, and the kitchen floor littered with crumbs, it looked like a hurricane had swept through. You muttered under your breath, pulling open the cabinet for the umpteenth time, trying to find the damn lid for the container. Anya had nagged you more times than you cared to admit about organizing the Tupperware. "It's like a black hole in there," she'd said, hands on her hips, and right now, you couldn't disagree. But no time for regrets—she'd texted you about her break, and time wasn't on your side.

Finally, lid in hand, you slapped it on and shoved the container into her lunch bag along with her favorite candy, a neatly folded napkin, and a set of silverware. Diet Coke? Check. You gave the packed lunch a quick once-over, wishing you'd made it look prettier, then grabbed your keys.

Twenty minutes to get to the hospital. You silently prayed she'd get out on time, though history told you it was a toss-up. "It's better to wait than to keep them waiting," your grandfather always said, and it seemed fitting now as you pulled out of the driveway. The stew was still warm in the insulated container, the Diet Coke still cold in the bag, and you? Well, you were buzzing with nervous energy.

The drive passed in a blur, your mind racing with thoughts of whether she'd appreciate the effort—or if you'd packed enough food. When you finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, you grabbed your phone and shot her a quick text: Here, parked in our usual spot.

Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a knock on your window. Looking up, you saw Anya, her familiar wave paired with a playful smirk. You rolled the window down, grinning.

"Hello there, gorgeous. Can I help you with something?"

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "You dork." Her gaze flicked to the lunch bag sitting on the passenger seat. "Oh, (Y/N), you shouldn't have."

"But I did," you shot back with a grin. "You want to take it with you or eat it here?"

Please eat it here.

She glanced at her watch, and your heart sank just a little when she said, "I think I'll take it."

You hid your disappointment behind a neutral smile, reaching for the bag. Before you could hand it over, she laughed softly.

"I'm kidding. I'll eat in the car."

Relief washed over you as she walked around to the passenger side, sliding in and leaning over for a quick kiss. The simple gesture felt like second nature, yet it never failed to make your heart skip.

"Aww, you made stew? And you even cut up fruit for me?" She batted her eyelashes dramatically. "Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you?"

You smirked. "I don't have to try."

She stuck her tongue out at you before popping open the container, the scent of her favorite stew filling the small space. She scooped a spoonful, humming in approval as she ate.

"How's work going, Miss Nurse Practitioner?" you teased, watching her chew.

She giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Oh, stop it. It's going well." Her smile softened as she glanced at you. "Especially now that you brought me lunch. You didn't have to, you know." Then, narrowing her eyes in mock suspicion, she added, "Wait... why did you bring me lunch? Did you do something?"

"Because I love you," you replied simply.

She laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

But the moment lingered—your words settled into the silence between bites of stew and sips of Diet Coke. And though she moved on to chatting about her day, you could see it in the way her eyes softened every time she glanced your way.

Later that night, curled up in bed, her voice broke the quiet.

"Why do you love me?"

The question caught you off guard. You blinked at her, her face half-lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Because I do?" you said uncertainly, assuming she was being playful. "What kind of question is that?"

"I'm serious," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you love me?"

And it wasn't playful. Her eyes searched yours, open and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten.

"Anya..." You exhaled, trying to gather your thoughts. "You can't just ask me something like that out of nowhere. Where is this coming from?"

"I just want to know," she said quietly. "Is that too much to ask?"

You swallowed hard, trying to put into words what felt too big to condense into a sentence. "It's a thousand little things all at once," you began, your voice soft.

You mention the way she bites her lip when she's focused, the way she absently pushes her glasses up, even when they've barely slipped. Every little detail about her feels like a secret only you know, like you're holding the whole world in your hands.

"I think I knew I loved you the first time we kissed," you say softly, your voice trembling just enough to make her eyes flicker toward you. "Maybe even before that—the first time we hugged. Don't laugh," you tease as her lips twitch into a guilty smile. "You're the one who asked."

You take a breath, your heart aching with how much you mean it. "My sister used to tell me I couldn't go five minutes without bringing you up. She'd catch me staring at you, every chance I got. I guess I was always yours before I even realized it."

Your fingers find her side, gently tickling her until she squeals, her laughter filling the quiet space between you. "This is all your fault," you murmur, your tone softening as you press a kiss to her temple. "You're impossible not to love, Anya. Completely impossible."

Anya reaches out, her fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. Her eyes held yours, their vulnerability bared, as though she were silently asking if your words were real, if love could truly be this steady.

You took her hand and kissed her palm, lingering there as if the act alone could show her how certain your love for her was.

"I love you," you said again, softly, like a vow, "because you're you. The messy mornings, the quiet evenings, the doubts, the dreams—every piece of you matters to me. You're my favorite story, Anya."

She let out a small, shaky laugh, tears slipping free despite the smile spreading across her face. "You always know what to say."

"It's not about knowing what to say," you whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek. "It's about meaning it."

In that moment, the weight Anya carried seemed to ease, just a little. The tension in her shoulders softened, and she leaned into you, burying her face in the crook of your neck. The steady rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her body, and the quiet hum of love bound you both.

-

When Anya came back inside from her break, the sound of a couple of exaggerated whistles greeted her. She froze mid-step, glancing around in confusion, until she spotted her coworker grinning like they'd just won the lottery.

"Well, well," her coworker drawled, folding their arms with mock seriousness. "Someone's got that girl trained—hot lunch delivered straight to the parking lot? What's next? A handwritten love poem in your Tupperware?"

Another coworker chimed in,"I can't even remember the last time my wife handed me a sandwich, let alone cooked me something. You're living the dream, Anya!"

Her face burned as they broke into laughter, each adding their own little jabs. She muttered something about it not being a big deal, but deep down, she knew this was going to be the joke of the week.

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

We're Gonna Need A Taller Shower

Pairings: incubus oc (Lucius) x fem!reader

Tags: Shower sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, inappropriate use of showerhead, morning sex, dorks in love, soft domming, local tall ass demon hates human showers

Length: 1.6k words

The blaring of your alarm woke you up from your blissful slumber, and you groaned, cracking your bleary eyes open. Sighing, you slapped your hand on the machine, shutting up its infernal screaming.

You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and yawning. You wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but those bills weren’t gonna pay themselves. You forced your groggy body out of bed to trudge like a zombie to the shower and get the blood pumping through your veins.

Well, at least you were until two strong arms circled around your waist and pulled you into a solid chest. “Good morning my beautiful darling.” a deep voice sang. How was your rest? Did you have dreams? Were they nice dreams?”

“Mmnh… Lucius…” you yawn. “How can you be so peppy so early…?”

“I don’t sleep, darling. Well, at least I don’t need to. I get all my energy from delicious humans like you.” he said, swaying you side to side like a ragdoll. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like to cuddle, though.”

“That’s nice, Lucius… can you let me go? I need to shower…”

“Ooohh, sexy.” he teases, purring in your ear. You just rolled your eyes. “To get clean, Lucius. Now lemme go.”

“Aww… okay…” the demon pouts, relinquishing you. For an eldritch monster, he could be strangely adorable sometimes.

You slipped into the bathroom with your towel, hanging it on the rack and peeling off your jammies. Once nude, you turned on the water and waited for it to heat up.

“Mind if I join you, my darling?” Lucius’s deep voice startled you.

“Jesus, Lucius! Stop sneaking up on me!” you say, playfully slapping his chest.

“Sorry!” Lucius laughs. “I didn’t mean to! Goodness, if you aren’t cute when you jump, though…”

You snorted. “Yeah, you can join. It’d save money on the water bill.”

“Hooray!” Lucius sings, excitedly stripping off his tight clothes.

“You’re such a dork.” you giggled, stepping into the now warm water.

When Lucius joined, he immediately tutted in disappointment. “Asmodeus, I’m always reminded why I hate human showers when I get in them.”

“Why’s that?” you ask, drenching your hair.

“I’m seven feet tall, darling. Most humans are much shorter than me.”

“Some humans are seven feet tall,” you tell him.

“Some, but not most. And it shows in how low your human world showerheads are.”

“Are hell showers really big?”

“You’d be surprised, darling. To you, it’d be like standing in the rain. Boiling hot rain. That’s another thing too, the water is always so cold! I’ll never get used to how low human’s heat tolerance is.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask as you pour a good amount of shampoo into your hand and start massaging it into your hair. “I’m surprised there are even showers in hell. I thought it was all fire and brimstone.”

“Do humans still believe that? Some things never change… hell is more of a structured society than you’d think.”

“Amazing.”

“Do you want me to wash your back, darling?” he asks with that flirty lilt in his voice.

“Go ahead.” you humour him.

Lucius took the washcloth, pouring a good amount of body wash into it and scrubbing your back in circles from the top to the bottom, dipping dangerously close to your butt.

“Lucius,” you playfully warn.

“Aww, come on, darling… you know I can’t keep my hands off your cute ass.”

“I know, I know, I’m just playing.”

You squealed as Lucius smacked your butt, giggling as he pulled you by the hips into his body. You tilted your head up, and he craned his neck forward, grinning at you and placing a kiss on your lips. It started innocent, but the kiss quickly became deeper with him slipping his tongue in your mouth and massaging yours with his tongue piercing. His clawed hands roamed your body, slipping up and down your creamy skin thanks to the water. He groped your supple breast with one hand and had his other splayed across your tummy.

“Is this alright, beautiful?” he whispers against your lips. “Do you want to continue?”

God, he had such an effect on you. Is it due to his nature as a sex demon? Who knows. Who cares, either?

“Yes,” you whisper back. Lucius went back to capturing your lips and rubbing up and down your body, his skilled fingers leaving trails of fire burning hotter than the hot water spraying across your bodies. The slender digits travelled lower and lower, teasing your folds.

“Mmh… you’re already so wet… and I don’t think it’s just the water, bunny…”

“Lucius…” you whined softly.

“Shhh… I got you, angel… mmh… do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want my fingers inside your pretty pussy, bunny?”

You rocked your hips against the hand teasing your folds. “Please… need you…”

“I’ll give you what you want, bunny… just a moment…” Lucius retracted his claws into blunt fingernails for your safety, then stroked up and down your folds with extra attention to your clit.

Lucius’s tattoos began to glow brighter as you moaned against his touch, feeding off of that delicious lust you were giving off. “Yes… give it to me, baby… oh, it tastes so sweet…” he whispers into your ear.

You gasped as two of his fingers slipped into your hole and began scissoring against that sweet spongey spot that made your toes curl.

“Lucius… mmnhh…” you whine.

“Oh, I know, darling… it feels so good, doesn’t it? You love my fingers… you’re already squeezing them…”

Lucius bent his head down to kiss your neck, but he groaned in annoyance when one of his tall horns bumped the too-low showerhead that hung above you. 

“Cursed low-hanging human world showerheads…” he grumbles. But that’s when an idea came to him. He noticed that your showerhead was in fact, one of those handheld ones, and he grinned devilishly.

“Darling…” he says, slipping his fingers from your hole. You whined at the loss, but he kissed you quickly. “I promise you’ll love this so much more… let’s turn around…”

Awkwardly, the two of you turned so the spray of water was hitting his back. That’s when he reached behind him, unhooking the showerhead from the wall and spraying down your body. It was then that you realized what he was doing, and the thought made you moan.

“Do you know what I’m gonna do with this, darling?” he whispers. “Ooh, I can taste how aroused you are… have you done this to yourself before? Oh, how I wish I could’ve seen that…”

“Lucius… please…” you whined.

Lucius kissed your neck as he lowered the spray down between your legs, angling the pressure right on your clit. You gasped, mewling at the feeling of the water massaging the bundle of nerves. “Luciuuuuss!” you sobbed.

“Does it feel good, bunny?” he whispers. “Does it feel good on your clit? Does it feel good when I do this?” he tilted the showerhead back and forth, making you weak in the knees.

“Mmh… your hole is being neglected now… let’s change that…” He chuckles as he snaked his hand between your legs from behind, slipping his fingers into your hole once again.

The added stimulation of his fingers stretching your hole while the water sprayed on your clit was enough to make your head spin. “F-fuck! Fuck!” you cried, rocking your hips.

Lucius’s tattoos glowed even brighter as you came closer, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Mmnh… delicious…” he moans. 

“Lucius… gonna cum… ’m gonna cum…!” you sobbed.

“Do it… fucking cum all over my hand…” he growled into your ear as he sped up his fingers. “Let yourself go, darling… lose yourself for me…”

It didn’t take you long to burst with how much he encouraged you while he stimulated you, and he moaned. “Fuck… good girl… such a good girl, bunny… Asmodeus, I’m so hard right now…”

When you came down from your high, and the overstimulation became painful, you cried out. “L-Luciuuuus… too much…!”

“Oh,” Lucius giggled as he put the showerhead back on the wall. “Sorry, darling. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks as he kisses your cheek.

“No… mmh… Lucius… I want you to fuck me…”

“I couldn’t ask for anything more, bunny.” he giggles.

He turned you around, lifting you up by your butt, wrapping his tail around your waist, and pressing you against the wall. You gasped at the cold tile hitting your hot skin and he kissed you in apology. “Sorry, love… it’ll warm up quickly, I promise.”

Wasting no time, Lucius slipped into your slick folds easily, filling you in a way that made you roll your head back. You moaned as Lucius slipped his long blue tongue into your mouth as he started to move his hips.

The two of you moaned and whined into each other’s mouths as Lucius fucked you against the wall, whimpering as his cock piercings massaged your spots and his blunt tip kissed your cervix. Your toes curled when Lucius released your lips to bite your neck.

“Ooh… mmh… that’s it bunny, fuck. I love it when you squeeze on my cock like that ffffuck fuck fuck… are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on my cock? Do it, bunny, I love when you cum on my cock… it’s so. Fucking. Delicious.” he enunciates with hard thrusts that made you sob. It took nothing more than his long tongue licking a stripe up your neck to make you cream hard, and his thrusts stuttered with him shooting thick ropes into your hot pussy soon after.

The two of you mewled into the air as you rode out both of your highs.

“Mmh… thank you for breakfast, darling.” Lucius giggles, flashing his pretty fangs.

You snorted. “You’re a dork.”

[lipglossanon]

Pumpkin Carving

subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, slight nipple play, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

not proofread ✌️

“I don’t wanna nit pick but what’s that supposed to be exactly, little bro?”

Leon slumps down onto the table with a groan, “Even with a stencil I still suck.”

“Hey now I didn’t say all that,” you laugh and stand next to him at the kitchen table, “oh okay, it’s a bat right?”

He sighs and lifts his head, “Well it rhymes with bat.”

You turn your head and can make out a lumpy looking kitty, “Oh okay, yeah! Wow, uh I mean it’s definitely an artistic take.”

“See?” he pouts and drops the serrated blade onto the table, “I suck.”

“No you don’t,” you ruffle his hair before reaching forward to grab the blade, “I think it’s the tail that’s throwing it off.”

You shimmy the blade into the pumpkin and carve a few extra pieces away. 

“Hmm I think that fixed it,” you murmur, stepping back to size it up. 

“You’re perfect at everything,” he sighs wistfully making you giggle. 

“You’re a little dork,” you say affectionally and kiss his cheek, “c’mon let’s go put it out on the porch.”

You grab the little LED battery operated tea light as Leon grabs his pumpkin and make your way to the front door. You hold it open for Leon and he smiles at you, setting his pumpkin down near the railing for the steps. You hand him the little tea light and he turns it on then places it inside his pumpkin. You both walk out into the yard then turn to face the porch. 

“It does look better,” Leon nods, sneaking his hand into yours, “thank you.”

“No problem,” you grin over at him, “seems like you could use the help. That was one pretty terrible bat.”

Taking his side eye for the warning that it is, you turn to run away from him. You get halfway across the yard before you feel him wrap his bulky arms around your middle and hoist you up. 

“Put me down!” you get out between laughs as he lifts you higher making your legs dangle.

He lowers you til your feet are touching the grass and you push forward but he just pulls you more firmly back into his chest. 

“You should apologize,” he chuckles as he hugs you tightly to him, “I tried my best and you’re being mean.”

“Aww,” you coo, spinning around in his arms leaving him surprised.

You stand up on your tip toes, lips boldly ghosting across his since it’s dark and none of the neighbors can see you two. 

“I’m so sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

You feel Leon’s cock chub up against you, making you grin as he buries his blushing face into your neck. 

“Can we makeout in my room?”

You pat his cheek getting him to raise his head; you kiss him slowly, sucking on his bottom lip. 

“Wanna just make out right here?” 

You glance around and see the lawn chairs your mom set out ages ago underneath the shade tree. He follows you over to one of the chairs and lets you push him down and climb into his lap. He groans into your mouth when you sit down on his bulging cock. 

“Hmm so big already,” you giggle and kiss his heated cheeks, “kinda wanna dry hump you til you’re cumming in your pants.”

“Please,” he whimpers, hands grabbing at your hips, “god, I’d love that.”

You both sigh and giggle at each other, trying to keep quiet as the kisses turn from slow and syrupy to blazing hot. Leon lets you lead the entire time, more than happy to follow whatever direction you want to go. Once you feel like you need an actual breath, you pull away from his red, wet lips. 

He looks at you shyly and whispers, “Can I suck on your tits?”

Fondness for him makes you smile brightly, “Mmm well I guess so. But..”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to keep hidden under my shirt and not move around too much, think you can do that?”

He whimpers and bucks up into you, “Trapped in your shirt sucking on your tits is a fucking dream.”

Laughing, you grind down on him making his head fall back against the chair. 

“Kiss me first, hot stuff,” you coo at him, letting him slip his palms under your shirt to play with your nipples. 

You mewl and sigh into his messy, spit filled kisses as he tugs and pulls on your sensitive buds. You both rock and grind your hips against one another, finally finding a good rhythm that has his fat bulge rubbing all along your clit just right. 

He finally pulls away, lips kiss swollen and red, pupils completely swallowing the pretty blue of his eyes. 

“Can I?”

“Mmhmm, such a good boy,” you murmur making him whimper, head disappearing under your baggy t-shirt and mouth latching onto a hard nipple. 

You rock down harder on him, feeling him moan and suckle at your breasts, swapping back and forth between them with soft sighs and groans. 

“Mmm feels good,” you sigh quietly, slowly rocking against him so he can nibble and suck your breasts more easily. 

Leon grips your doughy thighs with his hot hands, skin indenting under his fingertips while he whines around your nipples. You shiver, now realizing how cold it is outside in just your sleep shorts as his hands anchor you to his lap, chubbed cock rubbing right against your thinly covered pussy.  

“Leon,” you reach under to grab his shoulders, “hey c’mon.”

He finally lets go of your nipples, giving one last suck to each of them making you mewl, before he pulls back out from under your shirt. His lips are spit slick and shiny with hair mussed every which way making you smile. 

“Wanna do a little more?”

“Yeah, yeah, what do you wanna do?”

He’s so eager, hands kneading your thighs as his eyes stare up at you, dazed and wanting. 

You lean forward so you can whisper in his ear. 

“It’s pretty dark, right?”

You feel him swallow hard and nod. You place a soft kiss on the shell of his ear. 

“Maybe you should slip those sweats down while I slip my shorts off,” you nip his earlobe making him buck up into you, “I think it’d be pretty hot to fuck right here where anyone could see.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, hands fumbling with the band of his sweats til they’re tucked under his balls, cock dripping everywhere. 

You hum excitedly and follow after, slipping your shorts off and tugging your panties to the side as you press your soaked cunt onto his throbbing dick. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants to himself, eyes honed in on where your pussy is slowly sinking down on his fat cock. 

You’re biting your lip to stifle any noise as he fills you up and stretches you out so good. 

“Fuck,” you finally gasp once you’re completely seated on his pelvis, dick buried so deep in your pussy there’s a slight bulge at this angle. 

“I’ll never get over how big you are,” you laugh giddily, “little brother has the fattest dick and it’s all mine, mmm.”

“S’good pussy,” he whines, “you’re just too tight. Always so fucking tight on my cock.”

His hands are grabbing your hips like a lifeline and squeezing so tight it’s making your cunt pulse around his dick.  

“I’m just gonna keep you warm,” you tease, keeping as still as possible on his cock, “gotta let my tight pussy stretch out some before I can ride you.”

You kiss him sweetly after that, swallowing his moaning into your mouth.  He kisses you back, licking and sucking your tongue making you hum and grind your clit against where it’s pressed against his pelvis. 

He pulls away to catch his breath, panting and mewling under you. 

“Please, can we move? Pretty please, I’ll be so good, I’ll do whatever you want,” tears gather at his lash line, making his eyes shine up at you. 

You press a quick kiss to his jaw and lean back a little to better face him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly roll your hips making him gasp. 

“Alright, since you’re being such a good boy for me, I’ll let you pick,” you grin at him, “I can ride you in this chair, taking my time dragging it out and you can suck on my tits.”

He whines loudly at that making you place a palm over his mouth. 

“Or,” you grind down on him with a sigh, “you can pin me down in the yard and fuck me from behind, all hard and dirty. But you don’t get to suck my tits.”

Instead of answering, Leon picks you up as he stands, cock still lodged inside your clenching pussy walls making you moan quietly. 

“As much as I love your tits,” he whispers against your neck as he pulls out and sets you on your feet, “I wanna fuck you in the dirt.”

Your delighted laugh ends on a whine as he spins you around and helps you down onto your hands and knees. 

“Mmm this is so hot, Leon,” you say to him over your shoulder as he presses in behind you. 

“I know,” he groans, smacking the tip of his cock against your pussy, “gonna be a little rough if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you moan, “be rough with me baby brother. Really give your slutty sister’s pussy what she needs.”

He growls, growls you think pleased, down at you as he bottoms out in one harsh thrust making you clamp your hands over your mouth, forearms flat on the ground as your upper body lays against the dew damp grass. 

“This slutty pussy just needs a good fuck,” he grunts, folding himself over your back, hands placed on either side of your head; turning you can watch his forearms flex with his thrusts making your drool at the sight. 

“Love your little pussy, fuck,” he’s letting himself fuck you hard and deep, knocking against your cervix so good that you’re gushing slick down your thighs.  

“Love that I get to creampie my sexy fucking sister,” he groans, hips pumping into yours so hard that your knees have to spread for better balance, opening your pussy up for rougher fucking. 

“Leon, please, give it to me,” you finally get out before clamping your hands back over your mouth. 

He’s splitting your pussy open so good on his cock right in the front yard; god, anyone can see you two. They might not be able to tell who you two were but definitely that you were getting fucked from behind like some animal and loving it. 

Leon’s really giving it to you, big dick bullying inside your tight pussy, dragging against your g-spot so much you’re shocked you haven’t cum yet. All you can do is lay in the dirt, getting grass stains all over your knees while Leon uses your sopping wet hole to get off. 

“Gonna cum,” he whines, lips kissing and licking the back of your neck, “gonna breed your wet little pussy, sis. Fuck, gonna fill you so full you’re gonna be dripping when we go back inside. Dripping down your fucking thighs. God, can I sneak into your room later? Wanna fuck you in bed, the same way. Pussy’s too good.”

“Yes, fuck,” you finally drop your hands and push up on your elbows, arching your back so he can fuck your pussy deeper, “cum in me, being such a good boy, fucking ruin my pussy, knock me up.”

“Fucking—“ he bites your shoulder, teeth digging deep into your skin as he rabbits into your squelching pussy as he spurts rope after rope of hot sticky jizz all inside your cunt. 

You hear him spit and then feel his slippery fingers rubbing your clit in rough tight circles. You cry out before he’s slapping his free hand across your mouth, eyes crossing as he makes you cum around his still pulsing dick, walls fluttering and milking him repeatedly. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he whimpers against your ear making you shiver and clamp down on him even tighter. 

You pull his hand down to cup your neck, “Yeah, pretty boy? S’cause you’re making me take it,” you whine, wanting to rile him up, “making my little pussy take your fat load.”

He grinds against you with a pathetic keen, “Can’t help it. You’re the best, fuck, love you so much.”

Although the cool evening is still wrapped around you, his words make you dizzy warm from the inside out. 

“Love you too, Leon,” you giggle against him, “pull out, wanna kiss.”

“Okay,” he hisses as his cock pops free from your still clenching heat and he flips you over to pull you into his arms. He holds you in his lap, swapping sloppy sweet kisses between soft praise. 

You shiver and press close, “We should probably head inside before someone calls the cops or we catch a cold.”

“Cops is definitely the worst outcome,” Leon laughs, and picks you up in his arms. 

As Leon is sneaking you back into the house in a bridal carry, making sure to be quiet as he steps up in the porch, you kiss his cheek, “Your pumpkin does look pretty cute after all, Leon.”

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[redraven393]

Transformers one time? Yes, it IS

help it is so weird to see him without a face mask, it felt naked.

what are you up to OP?? uh? ah the archives! - Opp to loud- OhhHH~ Lore.

oh no time to bounce OP- wait, Orian Pax?? oh well I can still can call him OP- OMG YOU'RE A REGULAR AT THIS?

buddy you do not negotiate about this with feds- OP- PFFFT okay

HE'S A DORK!

uh? - Uhhhh???- OP???- omg-sure take the snacks- OMG WHY IS EVERYONE KNOW YOU OP???

Opp get caught- omg??? MEGSS???? I recognize that bucket head everywhere.

D-16??- aww they're BFF! - omg he is a dork- Sentinel Prime, eh? will he be a jerk this time around? - the surface?

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OP: just imagine if we have a Cog- D-16: I will transform into a shovel to hit you OP: ... I don't like how fast you answer that

YOUR HONOR THEY ARE DORKS!!

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Megatronus prime is quite loved in this one huh? to still be called strong and not a tyrant? - and aww D-16 is a fan

did my eyes deceive me or is that fukin WHEELJACK & JAZZ??? YAUBSJ

to the MINES! - JETPACKS!

OHHH ELITA MY DARLING! -omg she's a manager- pfft OP please

ohh? this is a unique mining system- uh oh Wheely- oh no

JAZZ BABY NOOOO-

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Jazz: Just leave me! OP: ok Jazz: no wait :(

I love him

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THEY'RE SAFE!

aww Elita I am so sorry for you Darling- oh no OP don't- yeah kind expect that

oh, Sentinel home ~ is that Sunstriker? or am I crazy anytime I see the red and gold duo I just Twins???

wait its I-acon not La-con??? omg- huh he already sounds sketchy to me D-16

PROWL! - shut up Sentinel I knew you were a hack anyway- PROWL!!

ohh~ a competition at the 5000th birthday of Iacon?

MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE He SAYS IT HE SAYS THE THING!

this version OP is so much fun btw I love him but just like D-16 I too want to shake him like a Maraca- OP dear pls don't take your only best friends to a death trap

glitch as swear words for the bots is everything-, FINALLY we are back to our roots of unique swear words

aww that is so sweet.

ARCEEE!!- IRONHIDE!

huh so Quenteson is in this mess huh? 50 years, so not a recent development but not that old either

the previous Primes are so cool!

oh? - OH- PAX PLEASE!!!- and.... they're off, okay who's planning the funeral for these idiots?

aww at least Arcee is rooting for them :) - BLURR!!!!- SKYFIRE!!!!

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D-16: if we live, I'll KILL you OP: okay bestie :D

dorks

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Opp almost- SWINDLE- TAILGATE!! :D- JETSTORM!

NOO- oh no guys please don't be that dumb- they are that dumb omg- Fuk you darkwing

HOTROD! >:D - Mirage!!- oh wat? Magnets? - omg they might actually win this- fuking shoot for the skies next time I guess

CHROMIA! (you fukin bitch)

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well, you guys did wonderful for Minerbots actually

Arachnid - oh? I didn't know we were chill like that Sentinel? are we cool? - are we cool or is he still like a douche? like not Villainy but just ya know an Ick?

is he a frat dude???/

well at least you guys are not going to the slums- Hi~ DarkWing you good buddy~?

fuk you darkwing- sorry boys guess I jinx it- uhm an empurata?

OMG BUMBLEBEE MY BABY BB!! :D :D

oh, darling what have they done to you- sheeshh Bee Honey you are not meant to be here, who is evil enough to make you stuck in here!

Orion dear, Dee darling please save this boy- STEVE! - oh honey D:

OH lore? YO?! - yeah you better watch yourself D-16- didn't the just tell you that they are going to the surface? AGAIN?

Yay you brough the boy- what is the surface anyway? are they like in an eternal lockdown inside the planet’s surface or???- Elita please! -

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omg? is the planet growing mountains? - you're in Elita? - yeah Bee you got the right idea- oh nooo-

off- ELITA Darling please- hey you were the reason we were out of the train in the first place- ohh robot animals?

Bee honey please-why is it not metal? - a city?? in the surface? rust?

omg-uhhhh tense- wtf was that -Plants? in a metal world?

HOLLY SHIT is that a dead body- is the dead Quinteson rotting body makes the plantation?

oh- omg the all there??- are they eaten or were they murdered>

oh? Alpha Trion? He LIVE!? - might want to rest up a bit old guy-

oh? - huh so AT is unfamiliar with Cog less bot? - Oh? so Sentinel is a bitch then?

oh, wait so there are multiple primes at the same time? huh

SENTINEL YOU ARE A BITCH

so, it just corroded away? - I knew them living under the planet was just fukin weird- wait, are they?? using the TFP dronecon?

OMG those bitch - yeah D-16 we need a revolution

hey now, no need to victim blames here, you all are screwed- no need to fight with each other

oh, shit ok chill my guy, I’m in for the murder but like chill

omg I say it again Sentinel is a bitch-

oh? AT what are you doing- omg is it okay to like took from the dead like this??-

Omg upgrade!!- let's go! - glad Bee is here with us btw my boy deserves this.

say it say the line AT- Nonoo he didn't say the line all I want is for some to say the line WE WERE SO CLOSE TO THE LINE!!!

Opp uh oh someone is here- well if you won't say it I will

Till All are One Alpha Trion

it’s the TFP Dronecon!!! :D where is the REAL Steve- OMG he's a MAXIMAL! a RHINO! - Airchanid, you bitch

pfft L- yeah for someone who never have cogs before having them will be quite difficult - Bee so far have the most natural ability in this

HE'S A TANK! - OH NO BB D: - oh he's okay- aww look at all these dorks

oh no D-16 have a taste in blood- hmm tension is in the air

SENTINEL YU BITCH (I’ll say when ever I see him) -god he's frat boy personality sound so fukin annoying now.

Till all are one Alpha Trion, rest in peace

SHUT UP SENTINEL- okay wait so are all of them a triple changer? is that like a more normal thing here?

the nonmetal nature in Cybertron is still messing me up tbh.

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oh no is this D-16 emo era? are we getting closer to Megatron?

I mean yeah, he's right OP there is a reason it took 50 cycles for even any of you to realize this and you guys got some Hard proof

UH OH- WHOOO???- they are surface bots?? -

STARSCREAM!!! - SHOCKWAVE!!!!!- SOUNDWAVE!!!! AHUVS AGVTW

omg Bee honey- oOhhH the high guards, eh? - OP please.

where are the other members of your usual trios Star???- uhhh yeah you guys are intense

oh? go off D-16 my king??? - OoOHhh

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT

uhh? Star are you a masochist? - oh shit that is some big ass gun-

oh, shit here comes the revolutions - oh no mommy is here.

Piggy bag ride let’s go!

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT- part 2

well at least Star still have his cowardly persona- Yeah Go ELITA! oh no- ah shit

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not my boy nooooo- where all of the positive thinking go OP??

PFFT okay ELITA- Elita my queen please I love you but please!

yeah, there's no way you guys can do this alone YOU NEED to have more bots at your cause

YEAH, QUEEN GO OFF! - I love Elita did I say that already I’ll say it again. ILOVE YOU ELITA OUR QUEEN!!

also looks like there is no empurata in this verse HURRAY

I also love Shockwave and Soundwaves btw they are my blorboos

HE SAYS THE LINE!!!!!

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BEE YOU OKAY :D- SHUT THE FUCK UP SENTINEL YOU BITCH

omg so that's why he has that annoying high pitch voice-

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D-16: you are a traitor Sentinel: NU UH! >:(

I fukin het him

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don’t touch him you bitch- THAT BITCH!!- that fucker- YOU"RE DRAWINGS ARE SHIT!

OP SAVE YOUR BESTIE- fucker you can fly???-

oh, hey Ironhide??- YEAH EAT SHIT DARKWING- oh hey Springer????

Smokescreen?? oh hey Prowl -

SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH

say the line damn it- why is no one saying the LINE

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fukin sentinel you bitch- D-16 honey please take a rest

yeah, ELITA LET'S GOO-THE MINERS LET'S GOOOOO

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT - part 3

EWWWW WTF AIRACHNID- KILL IT KILL HER

Perfect landing if I do say so myself- hey you guys~

bestie we're here for you :D - okay still in that murder drive I see- what is your power exactly Soundwave

FACE MASK FOR MY BOY >:D- lmao get wrecked fuker- KNIFE HAND!

Sentinel you bitch- someone record that bitch's monolog so we can stream it to everyone later- oh yeah, we have the one who always see everything

omg the baby has a taste in blood now-

YEAH, GO OFF KING GET THAT BITCH!

someone make sure Bee is okay, he has too much fun in this

WELCOME TWICH STREAM CHATS TODAY WE ARE EXPOXING THE GOVERMENT!

okay guys maybe let's still be gentle in the mines those stuff is explosive right??

D-16 Please be chill omg- let's not destroy the whole city and like have more collateral damage

shut up sentinel you bitch - OP WHY??!!!- okay you guys let's focus on Sentinel first then-

OP! - omg fukin why!!! why can’t any of you be chill- that's why you need to be chill for once!

D-16? - D-16 buddy pull him up please don't - BITCH WHY????- THERE IS NO REASON FOR THAT!!! NO FUKIN REASON?!-

well, you make your choices, better kill that motherfucker like you said you would.

Primus if you're in there somewhere please god you better save this stupid ass mech- Primus you here?

oh, shit yeah public execution- oh yeah D-16? is this where we going to start a fukin tyranny?

oh, hey guys chilling in the afterlife? - THE MATRIX! >:D

welp boys introducing the new leaders of the two factions Megatron and Optimus prime

MEGATRON BUDDY PLEASE FUKIN CHILL - my guy please be chill

hey Optimus, will still be calling you OP- oh dear the newly Exes meet each other

guys please we do not need to see you two having a fight between the Exes here at the public- ohh fire power Ey?

everyone is just running away and you know what same I too would not want to be anywhere near this shit

THE BATTLE AXE! - you guys need to not be her this is between them only

guys please- this is just some bad break up please someone learn to communicate?

good God Primus all mighty

WHY ARE YOU GUYS SHOWING US THIS AT THIS MOMENT FUK

welp there he goes up in the surface- is the Energon still not flowing?

are you flirting with Elita Op? after just breaking up with Megs not too long ago? (/jk)

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Bee: I GET TO WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT :O?! Bee: this the greatest day of my life >:D

I love him

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the Energon is flowing again let’s go!!!!!- the COGS!! LET'S GOOO

IRONHIDE!!! - SIDESWIPE!! - ARCEE - JAZZ - AUTOBOTS no wait so we are not warring with the Decepticon then?

ROOOL Credits

Oh, shit I guess we are fighting the Decepticon- cool tattoo btw Megs

[c0smoshit]

I got so excited seeing you in the metal gear tag! Your writing is lovely! Hope you don't mind me popping in for two characters, Big Boss and Venom Snake. Perhaps separate hcs on how they'd react to their s/o body worshipping them? It can be as fluffy or romantic as you'd like. Feel free to take them in any direction you please. Thank you and remember to take care of yourself! Stay hydrated!

That's so sweet!! I really appreciate that you enjoy the way I write, it's such a boost😭🫶🫶

Anyways, thanks for the request and you take care of yourself too sweetheart!! Sending lots of love ♡♡

Worshipping them

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Big Boss, Venom Snake

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none!! Just pure lovely and fluffy things // not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. ���/ℕ ≫ Ahhgg this was so cute 😭

Big Boss "Naked Snake" (John)

★ He is the definition of proud

★ Loves to see you oogle him, drool over him but will never admit it out loud, just tease you about it ;)

★ But he is not prepared for your compliments, he never is

★ Fluster him enough and you'll get payback

Starting off his day strong as always, he was doing pull ups, grasping the bar tightly as he huffed a breath before pulling himself up again.

As he was hanging, regaining his breath, his ears seemed to fail detecting you approaching slowly. The chilly morning breeze hit your skin and he almost fainted when he felt your cold hands gliding on his chest, hugging him from behind.

You were lucky he still didn't have the time to sweat, pressing your cheek into his back as he was still hanging on the bar.

"How did I get so lucky..."

Cheeks warming up he chuckled, sighing as he felt your hands feeling his back now, tracing every muscle slowly, tenderly.

"Such a perfect back"

You muttered, kissing slowly the back of his neck since the bar wasn't much further up as you now guided your hands to his arms, feeling how the bulge of his biceps was at his biggest form from all the tension of holding himself up.

"And god those arms"

"Darling if you keep that up-"

He cut himself off as he finally landed on his feet, shirtless and standing tall and proud right in front of you, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Aww but I cant help myself, you look so good"

That, followed with a soft kiss on kiss cheek while your arms wrapped around his neck was enough for him to absolutely melt by your sweet, sweet words.

"You're in for it"

Venom Snake "Big Boss"

★ Ohh he's such a sweetheart

★ He'll compliment you back everytime you do

★ He's putty in your hands everytime you do too, smiling like a dork

★ What more can I say about this absolute puppy, you'd see his tail wag so fast if he had one

There was nothing better in life than the mornings he got to wake up beside you, that was what he now thought and felt.

He was always the first one to wake up, but today he opened his weary eyes to a cute sight of you; already awake, dry drool on your cheek you had failed to wipe out completely and your gorgerous eyes tracing his face.

"Goodmorning, love"

His deep murmur rumbled within your ears, plastering a big and soft grin on your face, reaching up to play with his beard.

"Goodmorning, handsome"

He hummed, leaning into your hand as you caressed his face, groaning from the loss of heat as it trailed down his neck, touching his shoulders now. Your leg was thrown over him as he had slept on his back, cheek pressed into his chest.

"So pretty..."

You sighed out dreamily as you almost drooled from the sight of his bare torso, making him flush deeply.

"So strong too..."

You continued to ramble, feeling him smile akwardly as he was fighting off a huge blush. Grabbing your hand hand kissing its back he swiftly pulled you up so your faces were just mere inches appart.

"You're beautiful too sweetie, an angel" Smiling like two teenagers he kissed your lips before you had something else to say about him, or his arms that he knew you loved.

[anyasathenaeum]

Personally I think it would be funny if the plan to lock Reader and Vash in a room together failed miserably and they just ended up talking about the weather the whole time like the emotionally constipated dorks they are. And they actually end up confessing at a completely different, unrelated point. Like, one of them gets hammered and confesses when they mistake the other for a stranger and starts rambling about how AMAZING their "unrequited" lover is.

You don't have to write this if you don't want to, just wanted to share at least.

Locked In With You

A/N: I'm gonna write this, I'm taking it like a personal challenge haha partially because I LOVE your idea, Anon - it somehow feels right. For reference, this is a fic that continues off a point from these jealousy headcanons. I took a slightly different approach to this, but it should still address this request!

Edit: So, there is an optional continuation/part 2 to this fic. Read it here!

Pairing: Vash x reader

"So... what do we do now?"

Vash's voice was abnormally high, clearly indicating his nervousness. You were glad the room was pretty dark - that way, Vash wouldn't be able to see your face changing shades. Or, at least, you hoped he couldn't see your face.

For some reason, Meryl and Wolfwood had decided to take it upon themselves to lock you and Vash in a closet together. At least, that's what you suspected.

"I swear, those two are in for it," You muttered under your breath, "They locked us in here on purpose. But for what reason?"

"I don't know!" Vash exclaimed, letting out another nervous laugh, "M-Maybe it was a genuine accident?"

"I doubt that, Vash," You replied sullenly, crossing your arms over your chest, "I don't think anything those two collaborate on is an 'accident'."

"Aww, come on, we should give 'em the benefit of the doubt, don't you think?" Vash tried again, smiling a bit as you shook your head stubbornly in return.

"Absolutely not."

At that, Vash just chuckled before letting a silence fall between the two of you. It felt... comfortable, but simultaneously a bit uneasy, like there was something hovering between you and Vash - something that was begging to be said, or acknowledged, but wasn't being so and just lingered there.

You normally would have given anything to be caught in a situation like this with Vash, but now that you found yourself here, against your will, you felt unsure and scared.

You had fallen in love with the Humanoid Typhoon while travelling with him, and you always made sure your hands "accidentally" touched, or you found reasons to be stuck with him, or be near him, and found yourself looking at him longingly whenever you were sure he wasn't looking. You were pretty certain Meryl and Wolfwood found you pathetic, as they were most definitely aware of how in love you were with Vash. But even so, they didn't say anything about it, for which you were grateful.

Until now, when Meryl and Wolfwood suddenly decided the only way you and Vash could potentially get together was by physically enclosing you in a space until a confession was drawn out. Enough had been enough for them.

"Vash?" You found yourself whispering his name in a question softly, before you yourself knew where you were going with this.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" Vash responded, his own voice quiet - if you didn't know any better, he almost sounded... nervous. As if he was anticipating something.

"I-," You took a deep breath, "I just wanted to tell you that-"

The door flung open, and you blinked as the sudden light blinded you. Once your eyes adjusted, you just saw a smirking Wolfwood and a slightly embarrassed Meryl.

"Sorry, guys! We finally got the key to get you two out!" Meryl exclaimed as you slipped out of the closet you'd been locked in, brushing past her and mumbling a "thanks" in passing.

One look with Wolfwood, and you could see that he understood - nothing had happened. No confession. You couldn't help but feel a bit upset about it - you were about to let your feelings go when they'd interrupted, and now... it felt like your chance was lost forever.

Your sorrow lasted the rest of the day, to the point where when you and the group went down to the tavern, you found yourself ordering drink after drink after drink, slamming them back one after the other in an attempt to numb the pain of all your emotions. You felt your head spinning and your blood buzzing in your veins, but you weren't about to stop any time soon.

"Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy, there, sweetheart. You trying to drown your sorrows?"

You glanced over at Wolfwood as he sat next to you at the bar, picking up your drink and taking a sniff before smirking at you, "Damn, sweetheart, strong stuff you got here."

He proceeded to drink your drink, causing you to exclaim, "Hey, I was planning to drink that, you bastard!"

"Whatcha doing, drinking enough of this crap to blind a man?" Wolfwood just asked coolly, his eyes trained on you as you sighed heavily.

"Trying to forget the fact that I'm in love with a beautiful, perfect, amazing, wonderful man who will never love me back," You slurred, your voice louder than you recognized it to be.

Before Wolfwood could even interject, you just continued to rant, "Seriously, Wolfwood, Vash is the most amazing person I've ever met and I love him more than anybody else in my life, but there's no chance somebody as amazing as him would even look at somebody like me twice. I'm nobody special, just ordinary, boring, unimpressive (Y/N)."

To Wolfwood's alarm, there were now tears going down your face as you cried silently, the alcohol amplifying your emotions beyond what you were used to. You were hiccupping quietly, brushing away your tears clumsily as you sat there at the bar, suddenly looking much smaller and more vulnerable than Wolfwood had ever seen you. To say he was unsettled was an understatement.

What you didn't notice was Wolfwood's eyes suddenly shifting to something behind you, a smirk appearing on his lips as he saw Vash just standing there, absolutely stunned. There was no question about it - Vash had heard your declaration of love for him.

You suddenly tried to stand, but of course, with your blood alcohol level now probably through the roof, the whole world jerked violently sideways and you stumbled hard. However, a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrapped around you and caught you before you hit the ground. You let out a groan, feeling sick to your stomach - the alcohol was kicking your butt, now.

"Why don't you let Blondie get you back to your room, huh, sweetheart?" Wolfwood stated casually, waving you off and walking over to where Meryl was, leaving you in Vash's arms.

"Come on, (Y/N)," Vash's gentle voice was suddenly in your ear, causing a shiver to go down your spine as you registered he was there, "Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

"Oh, hi Vash!" You chirped, smiling at him as if you hadn't just been sobbing your eyes out minutes prior, "When did you get here?"

"Just a few seconds ago, just in time to catch you as you tripped," Vash answered, smiling down at you with a grin that could rival the sun. It made your chest feel warm but it hurt you a bit as your feelings resurfaced in your cloudy mind.

"O-Oh. Thanks, Vash," You mumbled, feeling queasy as you tried to walk, "I-I should... go to bed. You don't need to babysit me, I'll be fine."

However, right as you tried to brush Vash off, you tripped over yourself once again, almost hitting the floor once more. Thankfully, Vash was still nearby and managed to catch you once again.

"I won't babysit you, but please let me at least make sure you get back safe, (Y/N)," Vash asked gently, looking down at you with an expression filled with an emotion you didn't recognize.

Regardless, it softened your resolve, leading to you mumbling out a small "okay" and letting Vash guide you back to your room. Before you knew it, you were back in your room and Vash let you get ready for bed as he went to turn down your bed covers and make it easier for you to get to bed. Once you had brushed your teeth and changed into your pyjamas (with a lot of difficulty), Vash made you drink a glass of water and brought you over to the bed, tucking the blankets in around you.

Before Vash could leave, you grabbed his wrist, clutching onto him somewhat desperately, a small whisper leaving you as you felt sleep washing over you, "Please don't go."

You didn't even have time to hear Vash's response before sleep dragged you under, your hand dropping from Vash's as you finally fell asleep. Vash's heart was pounding violently in his chest as he gazed at your sleeping figure - even drunk, you still wanted him there.

Vash couldn't help but smile a goofy little smile to himself - he had overheard your passionate and somewhat sad declaration of love for him, undoubtedly unaware that he was directly behind you. His heart had broken when he heard you voice how you felt Vash was unreachable to you, that his love was unreachable to you and that you felt you were nothing special, simply ordinary, and not enough for him.

Your little whisper asking him to stay as you fell asleep just solidified Vash's determination to confess to you in the morning, once you were sober and would be able to remember every word he told you. He already knew you loved him, he now had that confirmation, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to act on it.

"I'm so in love with you, (Y/N)," Vash found himself whispering into the night, leaning down to gently stroke your cheek as you slept on, "I love you more than anything. I'll be here when you wake up, I promise. And finally, I'll tell you the truth. I love you, (Y/N). Sleep well, my love."

Vash could not wait for the morning to come.

[blackenedsnow]

haii!! can i please rq all the postal dudes with a s/o that knits and does a bit of sewing? like they come back from a long ass day and the s/o is like “leave your coat w me and ill patch it up”

the dude's with a s/o who knits and sews ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Reader, Postal (BD) Dude x Reader, Postal (Movie) Dude x Reader

NOTE: Hi!! Thank you so much for this sweet and cozy request. I hope this is exactly what you were hoping for, and if you have more ideas, don’t hesitate to send them my way. Take care! <333

P1 DUDE

Dude isn’t used to acts of kindness, so when you offer to patch up his coat or knit him something, he’s taken aback.

He might act like it’s no big deal, but deep down, it means the world to him.

He doesn’t say much, but the way he watches you work—quietly, almost reverently—says it all.

If you knit him something, like a scarf or gloves, he’ll wear them every day, no matter how scrappy they might look.

It’s not about perfection; it’s about the fact that you made it for him.

“This is… warm. Thanks.”

He tries to return the favor in his own way, fixing things around the house or bringing you little things he thinks you’ll like (even if they’re…questionably acquired).

P2 DUDE

Dude is all about the practical side of things, so when you offer to sew up his coat, he’s thrilled.

“Oh, hell yeah. Do you know how much money I’ve saved not having to replace this thing?”

He’ll dramatically thank you as if you’ve just saved his life.

He’s fascinated by the knitting process and might even ask you to teach him, though he’s terrible at it.

Expect him to get tangled in yarn at least twice.

“This is harder than it looks. How do you do this?”

If you make him something, he’s overly proud of it and brags to everyone he sees.

P3 DUDE

He immediately starts teasing you, but it’s all in good fun.

“Aww, look at you, all domestic. What’s next, baking me cookies?”

Despite the jokes, he’s incredibly appreciative.

He doesn’t say it outright, but the way he hands you his coat without a second thought shows how much he trusts you.

He loves to sit with you while you work, throwing out silly commentary or asking if you can make him something ridiculous, like a sweater with his face on it.

“Hear me out: matching sweaters. We’d look awesome.”

If you actually knit him something, he’ll wear it proudly, even if it’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever made.

He doesn’t care—it’s from you.

P4 DUDE

He is absolutely delighted when you offer to patch up his coat.

He’s been walking around with holes in it for way too long and never thought to ask for help.

“You’d really do that for me? Man, you’re the best.”

He’s endlessly fascinated by your sewing and knitting skills, often sitting nearby and watching you work with wide-eyed admiration.

If you knit him something, like a beanie or a pair of socks, he’s over the moon and wears them constantly.

“This is so comfy. Seriously, you should sell these or something.”

He’s not the best at showing gratitude with words, but he makes up for it with lots of hugs and little surprises to show how much he appreciates you.

BD DUDE

He's too tired to argue when you take his coat and tell him you’re fixing it.

He just nods and grunts, “Thanks,” before collapsing onto the couch.

He’s low-key amazed by your skill and watches you work in quiet fascination.

It’s one of the few things that can actually make him sit still and relax for a while.

"You’re good at that. Where’d you learn?”

If you knit him something, he’s incredibly touched, though he doesn’t make a big show of it.

He just starts wearing it without a word, and the small, genuine smile on his face says it all.

MOVIE DUDE

He's adorable about it.

When you offer to patch his coat, he gets all bashful and grins like a dork.

“Really? You’d do that? You’re too good to me.”

He loves to sit with you while you work, asking a million questions about what you’re doing and marveling at your skill.

If you knit him something, he’s beyond touched and can’t stop gushing about it.

He’s surprisingly thoughtful in return, often going out of his way to do little things for you, like making you coffee or running errands so you can focus on your projects.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 16

Can't believe I'm at the end already. I forget that althought kdrama episodes are long there's a lot less of them

Of course he escaped. This dude really is like the terminator

Going under the cut because I don't want to spoil the ending

Well in a twist of irony he got hit by a truck and knocked into the river, which is what he did to Im Sol before this drama even started. I'm assuming he's not coming back from this and the rest of the drama will be about Im Sol and Sunjae sorting out their relationship

Oh. I thought that was going to take longer. There's still over an hour left to go on the episode!

They are so damn cute I can't deal with it

Poor Taesung. While Im Sol and Sunjae are snuggling and being adorable he's all beaten up and feels bad that someone died that he was chasing. He's a good boy. I want him to be happy.

Sunjae: I want to buy cake for my perfect girlfriend but no one can so we're dating so I'll just buy cake for everyone. I'm so smart.

I love him

I love that he's acting all cool but we all know what a nerd he is

I don't care how sweet and handsome he is if someone started pokling me while I was trying to write that laptop would be coming down on his head

Like that

I was going to use my usual congrats on the sex gif but they are still fully clothed so I guess they just snuggled

Yeah, I'm glad that they're all happy and in love now but I think they both have a ton of trauma that they probably need to work through at some point

I love that even Im Sol joking about them being married made Sunjae's brain go offline

Made his brain go offline and made him decide that actually, yes, he does want to marry her. LOL I can't wait to see how this conversation goes

I love Taesung so much

Aww they have to get drunk and bond in every timeline

I know they're a band rather an an idol group but imagine being at a baby's birthday party and BTS or someone like that shows up to perform

I love grandma so much

Yeah, I'm, crying too

He had his 5 minutes of being a cool celebrity and now he's back to being a dork again

I'm really glad they haven't gone down the route of 'she has the man she loves and that's all she needs for her happy ending'. Look at her being awesome as a movie director. Love it!

Heh that looks very similar to the software I used to when I tried to learn video editing. Ironically I decided it was too time consuming as a hobby so I decided to do gifmaking instead which is just as time consuming

Aww yay! I really enjoyed this! I don't watch a whole lot of het romance dramas but I'm really glad I watched this one. I absolutely loved it!

[runninriot]

Inspired by the prompt ‘Love is helping them unwind after a rough day‘ by @lihhelsing for @steddielovemonth day 19

I’ll take care of you

wc: 1,946 | rated: M | tags: Steve is stressed, Eddie takes care of Steve, Established Relationship, Domesticity, Smut (under the cut)

Eddie looks up from where he’s busy peeling potatoes for dinner when he hears Steve entering the apartment.

   “I’m in the kitchen!” Eddie calls into the hallway, excited to finally have his boyfriend back home after another day of him working late.

He continues to prepare the remaining vegetables, smiles when he feels a heavy weight slump against his back and two arms wrap around his middle.

   “Hey baby. How was your day?”

Steve sighs deeply.

   “I hate my boss.” He sounds exhausted.

Eddie chuckles, doesn’t comment on the double meaning (Steve’s boss is his dad. But that’ll change as soon as they’ve saved up enough money to make their way out of this town).

   “That bad, huh?”

He tries to move to put the casserole in the oven but Steve’s arms are still clinging to him, only loosening their grip enough for Eddie to turn around in his embrace.

Steve has been working overtime every single day this past week. They’ve barely spent any time together besides sleeping next to each other, with Steve being too exhausted to do anything after work.

He’s working on a big project right now, something ‘crucial for the future of the firm’. Eddie doesn’t know the details, just knows it’s draining Steve of every last bit of energy. He hates it. Hates that he can’t do much to help take away some of the pressure weighing on his boyfriend’s shoulders. Knows how hard Steve always is on himself, always has the tendency to overwork himself, always giving 110 percent and more.

Thank god it’s Friday, Eddie thinks, looking forward to a weekend with not much to do, already making plans in his head how to spoil Steve in all the ways he deserves.

He pulls Steve’s face up with a hand on his chin to properly greet him with a long and tender kiss.

   “How about you go take a nice hot bath while I clean the kitchen. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

Steve leans his forehead against Eddie’s chest and tightens his arms around his waist like he doesn’t want to let go.

   “Hmm nah, just gonna have a shower. I don’t want to risk falling asleep in the bathtub.”

They kiss again, once, twice, before Steve relents and peels himself off.

Steve returns to the kitchen 20 minutes later, looks refreshed, still tired but at least a little more alive than before.

   “Can I help with anything?” Steve asks, looking over Eddie’s shoulder where he pours each of them a glass of water.

   “All done. You just sit down and let me take care of you.”

   “Ugh, you’ve been taking care of everything this week. I didn’t even remember to start the damn washing machine this morning like you asked me to. I only now remembered when I saw the piles of clothes on top of the dryer. I’m sorry.”

He sounds genuinely upset but Eddie will have none of it.

   “Babe, stop it. You’ve been working your ass off all week. Cooking dinner and doing some household chores is the least I can do.”

Eddie snags another kiss from Steve’s lips before he prompts him to sit down at the table.

   “I don’t deserve you.”

   “Aww, I know. But what can I do? I’m but a fool in love.” Eddie sing-songs and feels like he’s completed an important mission when Steve laughs wholeheartedly at his words.

   “You’re such a dork. God I love you.”

   “Love you, too. Now shut up and eat. I didn’t burn my hand for this to go cold again.” This earns him another laugh and an appreciative kiss on the back of his hand before they dig in.

An hour later they’re lying in bed. Eddie is reading a book while Steve is going over some papers – despite Eddie’s protest not to bring work into their holy chambers – rubbing his forehead and eyes every now and then while groaning frustrated.

   “Okay, enough.” Eddie says too loud for the overall silence in the room, snaps his book shut and lays it down on the bedside table.

He then turns his attention to Steve who looks at him startled and confused.

   “I said... enough,” Eddie repeats, voice stern and determined.

He takes hold of the papers in Steve’s hand, pulls them out of his grasp, quickly but careful not to accidentally cut him, and lets them drop to the floor next to the bed.

   “Eddie! Those are imp-“

Steve doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Eddie is on top of him in one swift motion, dragging him closer with a fist in his shirt, silencing him with a kiss.

   “What was that for?” Steve says breathlessly when Eddie releases his lips again.

   “I told you I’m gonna take care of you. And right now, what you need is to stop thinking about work.”

   “Ooh, okay,” Steve smiles up at him, all flirty and smug, “and you think you can help with that?”

   “Hmm, I don’t know,” Eddie plays along, “Guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we.”

He grips the hem of Steve’s shirt and pulls it over his head, dropping it purposely down on top of the offending papers on the floor – like covering up their existence will make it easier for Steve to forget about them.

Eddie pushes Steve back down into the pillows, hands gliding over his boyfriend’s chest as he makes himself comfortable in Steve’s lap. Steve’s hands find their way to his hips, fingers digging into the sides, goading him to move. And Eddie does, slowly rolls his hips over Steve’s middle, delighted at the soft little Ahs flitting over Steve’s lips.

There are three layers of fabric between them – two pairs of boxers and a cover – but Eddie can already feel the effect of his grinding motion as he drags his cock over the hard line of Steve’s.

   “Close your eyes, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you,” Eddie coos, voice soft and low.

He leans down to kiss Steve’s neck, starts right beneath his ear, goes along the side and over the column of his throat. He makes his way from Steve’s collarbone to his chest, stops at his right nipple to suck at it. Twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, encouraged by Steve’s breathy moans. With his teeth busy nibbling at one side, his hand blindly finds the other and starts rolling it gently between his thumb and finger, pinching just hard enough to get Steve talking.

   “Ah! Yes, baby. Feels so good, Eddie. More, please.”

Eddie releases both nipples, kisses his way further down over coarse hair, licks over his boyfriend's defined muscles and bites the soft parts of his tummy.

He sucks purple splotches into Steve's skin and beneath him Steve shivers, digs his fingers into Eddie’s hair as if to tell him to move on.

Eddie listens to his silent pleas, climbs off his lap only to pull the cover away and get rid of the remaining barrier. He peels his own shorts off before gripping the waistband of Steve’s, doesn’t need to tell him to lift his hips to drag them down.

Finally free, in all their naked glory, Eddie takes his place between Steve’s legs and doesn’t waste anymore time before dragging his tongue over the length of his cock. He starts at the base, licks a long stripe to the tip.

   “Oh, baby.”

Steve’s voice reaches him from above his head but he doesn't look up, his attention is somewhere else. He parts his lips, wraps them around the swollen head and begins to suck. Teases Steve with a wet tongue curling around the crown, lets saliva pool all over the tip before sucking it back into his mouth.

The noises Steve makes are an obscene soundtrack to Eddie’s performance. Lower and lower he sinks down on Steve’s length, taking him deeper inch by inch until he can feel him on the back of his throat.

   “F-fuck, Eddie! You feel fucking amazing!”

He’ll never get tired of hearing Steve call his name as he slowly loses his mind. Desperate and whiney and oh so sweet it sends a tingling sensation right to Eddie’s dick.

Eddie comes back up, pops off with a wet sound, much to Steve’s disdain, who protest loudly at the loss of Eddie’s mouth.

   “I’m not done, baby. Don’t worry.”

He reaches for the drawer on Steve’s side of the bed and takes out a bottle of lube, klicks the lid open and pours a generous amount on his fingers. Steve startles when the cool gel connects with the skin between his cheeks, two fingers spreading the lube in circles around the rim.

   “God, fuck, yeah!”

Steve’s enthusiasm spurs Eddie on to slide the tip of one finger against the tight muscle, slowly pushing inside until he’s two knuckles deep.

   “So pretty, baby. Fuck, Steve. I love how greedy your hole is.”

Without looking up, Eddie knows that Steve is flushed red from the tip of his nose down to his chest. Always a little ashamed of how much he secretly enjoys the dirty talk.

   “Gonna stretch that pretty hole so good, make you ready for my cock. Do you want that, baby?”

Steve moans loudly as Eddie thrusts his finger in and out and it’s all the answer he needs.

He keeps up his loving torture for as long as he needs to make Steve loose, until he’s literally begging him to stop the teasing and fuck him.

When Eddie sinks into his boyfriend, he nearly loses his mind at how good it feels. They haven’t had sex all week and Eddie just now realises how much he missed it. The burning heat of Steve’s body, the slick noises they make when Eddie fucks into him with rough but loving force. The way Steve trembles underneath him, breathlessly chasing Eddie’s lips for a kiss. How fucking perfect it is to watch Steve come undone, pounding him into the mattress while stroking his leaking cock. How the stinging pain of Steve’s nails digging possessively into Eddie’s flesh alone nearly sends him over the edge.

The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their moans and it’s heaven.

   “Come on, Steve. Come for me.”

With a last, desperate cry on their lips they both crash and fall, succumbing the crushing wave of their orgasm.

And then the world goes quiet around them.

The only sound is their heavy breathing, both trying to catch their breaths as they slowly come down from their heights.

   “That was-“ Steve starts but gets distracted by the sudden movement when Eddie pulls out and drops down beside him.

   “Phenomenal.” Eddie ends Steve’s sentence for him while pulling him close to his chest.

They are both sticky and sweaty and should probably clean up before they’re too tired but Eddie can take care of it later, doesn’t want to break the moment.

   “Love you so much, Eddie.”

Steve’s breath tickles on his skin and it’s too hot to be holding each other so close but he’d rather drown in his own sweat than not hold Steve in his arms.

   “Did it help?” Eddie asks jokingly, a wide, knowing grin on his face Steve can’t see.

   “Mhm,” Steve hums, exhausted and blissed out.

Eddie draws Steve closer, feels the way his body relaxes in his arms, melts into his embrace like he's made of warm candle wax.

   “Love you, baby.”

And if they fall asleep like that – sweat drenched, and cum stained, and on top of dirty sheets – that's okay.

They can take care of that tomorrow.

[giggly-squiggily]

Midnight Thoughts (Jojo's Bizarre Adventures)

*Walks out with folded hands* Ehem...I had a vision. And I went with that vision- and after so many months I finally finished it :D I love these dorks so much, your honor! Please enjoy some good ol' stardust crusaders antics!

CW: Swearing!

Summary: Polnareff and Kakyoin can't sleep. Antics ensue when they decide to make it Jotaro's problem aswell.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@gladdygirl18 @t-wordiiish

“Superman is only super on earth, yeah? Do you think he’s just an average joe on Planet Krypton?”

“Kakyoin.”

“Please, have you seen him? He’d be an absolute hit with the ladies back home.” “Polnareff-”

“Yeah but what if that’s just the norm there? What if in Planet Krypton he’s considered boring or even ugly?”

“Guys-”

“You really think someone like Superman could be considered average?”

“I’m just saying- Superman to earthlings is like someone revisiting an early level in a game after making it the final few levels.”

“Would you shut the hell up!” Jotaro sat up with a glare, his eyes shooting daggers at the pair across the way. “It’s one in the fucking morning!”

“Technically it’s only 12:20 AM.” Kakyoin pointed at the clock on the wall, the face glowing softly in the dark room.

“Did we wake you? Apologies, Jojo.” Polnareff grinned from his spot across from the redhead, unfazed at the death stare he received. “All this traveling and stand fighting- it makes it hard for one to relax their mind.”

“Good Grief. Find some booze and drink until you pass out. Or go find somewhere else and play sleepover.” Jotaro grumbled as he laid back down, closing his eyes. He could understand the restlessness- there were many nights he would lay there and stare at the sky for hours- waiting to pass out from exhaustion or for morning to come.

That said- he spent those nights in silence. A simple courtesy he wished the two idiots would share.

“Wow, someone’s grumpy. It’s those moody teenage hormones, huh?” Polnareff teased, sharing a look with a smiling Kakyoin as he stood, walking over to the opposite bed. “Or is it that you’re feeling left out?”

“Neither- I want to sleep. Get out.” Jotaro glared before pulling the blanket over himself, the silent equivalent to slamming a door in someone’s face.

“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo.” Kakyoin came over as well- crawling into the bed and flopping against the mound of blankets. “Here’s a question- do you think Star Platinum could win in a fight against Superman?”

Silence. Polnareff and Kakoyin shared an amused look.

“I know you're not asleep, Jojo. I can feel you brooding.” Kakyoin teased, tugging at the blanket gently. He received a low growl in return.

“Jojo~ Don’t be mad at us!” Polnareff climbed in on Jotaro’s opposite side, shaking the mound. “We’re your friends!”

Still nothing. Jotaro was stubborn as ever.

“He’s like a little kid- all pouty and such.” Kakyoin cooed.

“You know how we handle those kinds of guys, right Kak?” Polnareff teased with a wink.

The threat was there. Jotaro dared to peek over the blankets, making his look as scary as possible. “Touch me and you fucking die.”

“Bet?” Kakyoin grinned.

“Bet.” Polnareff agreed. Jotaro exhaled deeply.

Silence. 

Then there was chaos.

“You’re not getting away!” Kakyoin yelled in glee, charging the bound of limps and blanket blindly. Jotaro was like a bull in the pit, all flailing limbs and sharp swears as he swung in every direction. “Come here, Jojo!”

“Give in! Just let it happen!” Polnareff was a mess of giggles, putting his muscular mass to use as he threw himself on top of the teen. Once there, he wrestled his wrists down until he they were pinned, straining. “I got him! I got him! Get him, Kakyoin!”

“On it!”

“Get the hell of-HMMPH!” Jotaro’s shout of anger was quickly muffled as Kakyoin dug into him through the blanket, raking his fingers up and down his sides. His squirms increased in frequency, leading to him nearly sending Polnareff flying once more. “Cut the shit! K-Kakyoin!”

“Oo, he’s feeling it now! Get him good, Kakyoin!” The knight giggled in delight as he readjusted his seat, putting maximum weight onto Jotaro and worming his fingers against his neck. “Here I come, you damn brat!”

“Not you too- get! Gehehehhahhaat!” Jotaro’s defenses melted when fingers dug into the middle set of his ribs. Not even the blanket could protect him from the ticklish feeling shooting up his nerves. “Dahahahahahm yohohohohou! Aheahhahahahaha!”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo! You love us too much to say that!” Kakyoin tugged at the blanket with one hand while his other carried on tickling. Despite his current state, Jotaro was adamant on hanging on to the damn thing. “Fine then- you won’t give up the ghost, I’ll just come and take it!”

With that, he dived beneath the nearest corner of the blankets, squeezing his way towards Jotaro like an inchworm. Polnareff scooted some to give more room, preparing.

In a matter of seconds, the room was booming.

“AH! AHEHAHAHHAA YOU FUHUHUHUCKER!” Jotaro howled when his sides were grabbed once more- no blanket or shirt for that matter to protect him against Kakyoin’s claws. “GEHEHEHEHT THE HEHEHELL OHOHOHOFF! AH! NOHOHOT YOU THOOHOHOHO!” Polnareff had begun to double his efforts, worming a hand into any tickle spot within reach. “SCREHHEHEHW YOOHOHU TWOOOHOHO!”

“So mean! To your dear friends too, Jotaro!” The frenchman chided, drilling a finger into the birthmark and making him scrunch with an undignified squeal. “Take this! And that! And this and that!”

“You can’t get rid of me, Jojo!” Kakyoin laughed through his teases, clinging to the bigger boy with all his might as he scribbled into his ribs and stomach. “I’m stuck to you! Forever and ever- AH!”

Jotaro put his strength into use; twisting hard enough to send Polnareff flying. He crashed into the bundle of Kakyoin, rolling off the bed and inadvertently bringing Jotaro with them. They landed in a crash of blankets and sore limbs upon landing.

“Ow! Oohohoho my god, that hurt! Jota-ROOHOOHO!” The frenchman was about to check in with the boys when hands suddenly grabbed his waist, kneading his sides rapidly. “AHEHAHHAH WHOOHOHOHO?”

“Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, Polnareff!” Kakyoin was truly a gremlin. “Gonna getcha good! Jojo, help me!”

“Nohohohohohohoho! Pleahahahahse, Aihihihihiites Pihiihihihiteehehehehehe!”

Get off me, you ass!” Jotaro yelled through the chaos, wiggling free from the bodies pressing him down. Despite this, he was grinning- a new light of playfulness in his expression. “Good grief- you two are annoying. All right- I’ll help.”

“Nohoohoho! Johohootaro! Johohoohtaro EPARGI MOOHOHOHI!” Bodies crashed once more as Jotaro threw himself at the pair, tickling with all his might. Alongside Polnareff’s squeals in french, Kakyoin’s own hysterics joined the fray as he pulled and shoved at Jotaro’s hand.

“DOOHOHON’T GEHEHEHT ME, GEHEHHET POHOHOHOLNAREFF!” The redhead squealed at the top of his lungs, writhing like a worm beneath the hand squeezing the life out of his thigh. “JOHOHOHOJOHOHOHO!”

“JEHEHEHEHE DOOHOHOHNE! JEEHHEHEHE DoHOOHOHNE!” Polnareff squealed as his upper ribs were dug into, swatting and kicking through giggly hiccups. Jotaro didn’t know much French, but he could tell Polnareff was at his limit with how red he was.

Releasing them, he sat back with a crossed arm glare, watching them groan and gasp for breath. “You two done?”

“Ehehehe..hehhehe yeahhahah, whehehe’re gohoohod.” Kakyoin wheezed out, Polnareff nodding through another round of hiccups. “Dahahahng, and yohoohu didn’t eheehven use your sthahahnd!”

“Didn’t need it.” Jotaro got up, tugging his blanket out from under the redhead before climbing back into bed. “Not with how ticklish you two are. Go to bed.”

“Pardon? What does that mean, exactly Jotaro?” Polnareff leaped into the bed once more, resuming their previous position. “I’d say we gave you quite the fight tonight, non?”

“Yeah! You were squealing and everything!” Kakyoin was on his open side once more, smiling brightly at Jotaro’s heated glare. “I’d say out of all of us…”

They paused, considering.

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I’m the most ticklish.” Kakyoin finished with an eye roll. Polnareff giggled and Jotaro smirked beneath his blanket. “But your reaction is super cute, Jojo!”

“Shut up.” The brunette waved him off before pulling the blanket overhead, hiding away from their devious grins. He waited for them to move, or to attack once more. Instead, the bed shifted as they got comfortable, taking up the minimal surface space. “Don’t you two have your own beds? Sleep in them!”

“No way, yours is suddenly so comfy!” Kakyoin snuggled close, pressing his face into Jotaro’s shoulder. “I told you already, you’re stuck with me.”

“Same here, Jotaro! Get used to it!” Polnareff laughed as he dragged over extra blankets and pillows, making a sort of fort for them. “Bonne nuit.”

Kakyoin let out a sleepy “Oyasumi” in response. Before long, the pair were fast asleep- tucking Jotaro between them. The brunette sat there frozen for a few moments before rolling his eyes, a rare but genuine smile on his lips.

“Goodnight, knuckleheads.” He let himself relax for the first time this entire trip, the sounds of his friends breathing on either side of him.

Thanks for reading!

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 45 – FAKE RELATIONSHIP

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: 27dragons

27dragons writes some of my favorite Winteriron dynamics, period. Both Bucky's and Tony's voices are perfect, and they're such dorks in love that it makes my heart melt every time. Since I especially love their fake relationship fics, I decided to rec them here, but honestly, you should just check out their entire AO3 catalogue, everything on there is fantastic.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Freedom in These Bonds

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 18,314 Tags: A/B/O, Arranged Marriage, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting

Summary: Tony’s been accepted to M.I.T., which only admits a small percentage of omegas each year. He can’t wait to get there, to stretch his intellect and broaden his horizons. There’s only one small wrinkle: omega students have to be married.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, this one is so good! Bucky is such a green flag all around, and I was constantly awwwing throughout the whole bonding ceremony and everything that comes after. Plus, the smut is hot as hell. This fic is amazing, and you should definitely read it!

Brideprice

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 31,974 Tags: Post-Apocalyptic, Arranged Marriage, Canon-typical Violence

Summary: An event known only as the Sundering destroyed civilization as it had been known. Now, several hundred years later, humans have banded together in tribes that war over resources and scramble for ways to deal with the occasionally-deadly mutations that the Sundering left in its wake. The Avengers thought they would be the next victims of the Hydra tribe’s steady expansion and subjugation, but instead, Hydra approached them with an offer of alliance, including a bride for Tony, the Avengers’ second-in-command, to symbolize the union of the two tribes. But neither Tony’s bride nor the alliance turn out to be what the Avengers were hoping for.

Reasons why I love it: Aside from the fake marriage – which is superb in and of itself – I really love the worldbuilding in this one. All of the lore surrounding the Sundering is super intriguing, and the way that 27dragons plays with Marvel canon here is so much fun. It's really well-paced, and the characterizations are on point. I love this one, and I really hope you check it out for yourself!

Don't Be a Disaster (Be Mine)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,318 Tags: No Powers AU, Coming Out, Getting Together

Summary: Unexpectedly, Tony is alone for the holidays. He hates being alone, but surely his genius brain will come up with something. Bucky can deal with the stress of having lost his arm, or the stress of remaining in the closet with his family, but not both. And only one of those things is in his control. But coming out to them when he doesn't even have a boyfriend is nervewracking, to say the least. A chance meeting on the subway may solve both of their problems... and give them both a gift they weren't even looking for.

Reasons why I love it: Christmas with the Barnes' sounds so cozy! I love Tony's characterization here, Bucky absolutely stood no chance against his charms. And the way they meet is hilarious, I enjoyed every second of it. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Can't Talk (Like Real Adults)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 30,264 Tags: Marriage Pact, No Powers AU, Idiots in Love

Summary: Bucky and Steve made a pact when they were young, that if they were both still single when they were thirty, they’d marry each other. Bucky could think of a lot of worse things than being married to his best friend. They already live together, the tax benefits would be pretty awesome, and he could stop worrying about growing old alone. That is, until he met Tony Stark. Yes, that Tony Stark. Rich, gorgeous, smart, fun, great in bed, and... actually interested in Bucky? Tony didn’t really do dating. It was too depressing to waste his time with borderline stalkers, fortune hunters, people just crossing off their bucket lists, and worse. He’d pretty much resigned himself to a lifetime of one-night stands. And then he met Bucky. Hot, nerdy, relaxed, and utterly nonchalant about the whole “Tony Stark” package in an extremely appealing way. There was just one problem: Bucky was engaged to someone else.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, this fic gave me everything I could ever want in a fic. They're both such fucking dumbasses – Bucky more so than Tony, but still – and I love every second of the drama. Also, the intimate scenes are just incredible, 27dragons and tisfan write these two idiots so well. Definitely check this one out, I bet you'll love it just as much as I do!

If Only in My Dreams

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 16,954 Tags: A/B/O, Mutual Pining, Christmas

Summary: Despite presenting late, Tony's father never had any doubt that Tony would follow in his footsteps and be an Alpha. So it is with more than mild dismay that Tony finally presents shortly before exams... as an Omega. Now he's got to go home for the holidays to fend off his parents' outdated notions, including his father's attempts to arrange a Bond for him. Bucky's had a crush on Tony since they first met, more than a year ago, but he keeps finding excuses not to express his interest. When Tony admits that he's looking for an Alpha to bring home to pretend to be courting him, Bucky volunteers before he can really think about what he's doing. But it's only for a few days. Everything will be fine.

Reasons why I love it: Oh man, I really feel Bucky in this one. If I saw anyone living in the kind of family dynamic Tony is living here, I'd want to take them far away too. Thank god for Ana and Jarvis! I love how Tony's relationship with Howard especially is explored here, and Bucky's reaction to everything is fantastic. Plus, the Winteriron Christmas fluff is so sweet, it makes up for all of the family angst. I love this one, and I bet you will too, so I hope you give it a shot!

[allwormdiet]

Insinuation 2.6

Onward and upward, right?

Good faith gestures aside, this is a good call with the mentality Taylor has. She doesn't want to put herself at risk any more than she has to with a couple of unknown villains, and her face would definitely be a risk.

Again, a really fucking cool description of Taylor's power and how it works for her. The sensory overload is a motherfucker but hey, she managed to crack that one eventually.

Enchanted by her eyes, ehh Taylor?

Little funny that Regent gets the most words in his description and most of it is about how Taylor doesn't really go for his type, sandwiched on both sides of the narration with what I assume are, in fact, her types.

Yeah, see, exactly. In order she looks at the Undersides like "hellooooo" "hey" "helloooooooo"

I know there are reads of Taylor as a lesbian but I'm gonna be real this immediately scans as bi, no I'm not automatically choosing that bc I'm also bi, leave me alone

Literally who bets against a Thinker, like c'mon now

Also interesting that Grue is described as sounding like an adult. Wonder if that just means that it's deep, or if he's trying to talk in a way that makes him sound older than he is

Fansites aside I'm somehow not shocked that Rachel would be against meeting new people

Also, interesting that she keeps thinking of the Undersiders as their cape names rather than the names provided, although it makes sense if she expects them to be somehow bogus

Oh hey the change in reference is actually diegetic, I totally missed that the first time through

Taylor you fuckin nerd ilu

I don't know why they decided to hide two thousand dollars in an Alexandria lunchbox, but I kind of love it. I'd offer all my friends thousands of dollars inside of lunch boxes if I had that kinda money, it'd be my thing

Here's the pitch, and it almost goes sailing right past Taylor bc after eighteen months of hell she doesn't believe that anyone would invite her to join their group.

I wonder how intentional this is. I don't know enough about what Lisa knows with her power to be like "she knows Taylor is desperately lonely and would probably bite down hard on any hook that came with a promise of camaraderie," but I'll admit the thought's occurred to me.

There we go, the man behind the curtain made explicit

And here we get a little bit more from everybody. Brian seems to really like putting his cards on the table with these conversations, which means he's not shy about explaining why they want Taylor on the team.

Taylor, meanwhile, still doesn't get why anyone would want her, as a person or as a cape. It has to be laid out for her.

Speaking of laying out why she's strong and terrifying,

Aww, she called Taylor honey

But also god fucking damn, good job on the overkill Taylor, you fucking rotted Lung's dick off with spider venom on your first night as a hero. This is why I'm so charmed by her, she's got this constant vacillation between "huge dork" and "idealistic hero" and "biting you biting you biting you biting you biting you" that feels like a nightmare to balance properly.

Brian trying so hard to both be the Mature One and also trying to get the other two to stop helping, poor kid

In the grand tableau of world events, I believe this is this is what's called "a historically significant occasion"

Current Thoughts

I can't wait for her to grow close to these people and then break all of their hearts for the sake of the greater good, all while I read along and also get my heart broken watching these kids hurt each other

I need to take a bit of a break, I've been reading kinda nonstop, but I might get some more in after dinner tonight. Really wanna see where this goes

[ellena-asg]

hello, any sparrington fics reccommendations?

Hello, dear ♥️ And sorry for late reply!

Sparrington fics? Oh of course! There you go ☺️ (if you can't see any story cause f.e. you're not on ao3, let me know)

• What it takes by NaomiLeyers (PotC movies + books, our beloved pirate husbands meeting asshole Teague + sassy bamf James proving he's the best husband material)

• Clandestine meeting by Yakkorat (okay, there's James and Will talking but truly sparrington is there in the air cause James CARES, Jack is mentioned, it's all about Jack and how James feels about him, James needs Will's help and Will needs James' help, James knows Will cares too, he knows well Jack and Will are besties and pirate brothers to the core, James and his piratey vibes)

• Over the crest again by kayliemalinza (Will is sparrington shipper no 1, Will is a helpful bro, Will is hilarious little devil, James and Jack are hilarious here too, what a comedy, what a joy, James lives AU)

• All this by apex-editor (oh, Jack loves his best friends, Will and Lizzie, very dearly and he respects them but he's also So Much In Love With James and this makes him super happy and super proud and super "Jamie is the best")

• Why me, Sparrow? by ashortdropandasuddenstop (can we count this piece of beauty as fanfic? James lives and captain of his heart is there with him, always there and always for him, right in the feels)

• Star gaze by Chubbiestcow (ayy, sparrington and stars, James being Jack's star and whole sky, Very Romantic Sparrington Moment, tissues please)

• A good advise by Czarna Pantera (Jack and James together on Pearl. Having a talk. Having The Moments)

• Asphuxia by Cherusha (an "oh!" fic, I can't spoil, just know it's very "oh" and "aww")

• The tragic irony of Commodore James Norrington by Ari_the_Arotistic (James in the Locker, James lives AU, feelings so much, a man with dying soul and his saviour, a Very Important Sparrington Moment)

• Cartography by lyryk (Very Romantic Sparrington Drabble)

• Pirate ghost story: Learn to see by blacklipstick (ghost!James on Pearl, Calypso having good and sparrington friendly but also humorous heart, an adorable and funny story with two endings: sad one and happy one)

• To live by oneFishtwoFish (AWE AU, fix it, Jack is always there, I can't spoil I'm sorry)

• Whispers by lyryk (they can't live without each other, they're each other's air, they're a poetry, they're an art, they're everything, better have some tissues)

• Before the world was made by the_dala (again: tissues, sparrington makes people cry, sparrington makes people "aww", Jack being serious, Jack being romantic, James learning from Jack, them being too beautiful for this world)

• Through greeted teeth by dametokillfor (sparrington is heart-touching, beautiful etc but we know they're also dorks, here they are, dorks being dorks)

• James loves everything about Jack's face by Ississ (yeah, Jack loves his beautiful Mr Sarcasmness but James loves Jack sooo much too and he sees his beauty)

• You ruined my life by Skullsz_Writes ("You ruined my life", says James to Jack. Jack laughs cause he knows it's not true. Another nice Sparrington Moment)

• Resolution by Black_Crystal_Dragon (OST AU, James lives, Hector & Co are still there but James is there more, OST version for sparringtoners, touching, warm, HOT)

• Dreams by cjk1701 (Jamie and the one he chases across the seven seas, James' dreams and feelings)

• Honest by savageseraph (James and feelings realization, Jack vs Lizzie, James is an honest man)

• Wasted days by txorakeriak (the truth about sparrington)

• Chances by txorakeriak (CotBP, James visits Jack in prison, they have one of The Talks, so many feelings there)

• The wanting comes in waves by Stained Blue (James lives AU, very magical AU, Calypso helps James but this time it's a dark version and she wants James for herself, James and amnesia, Jack loving his Jamie so much that it hurts, tissues are needed)

• The mercy series by Webcrowmancer (CotBP AU, Jack "kidnaps" James, lots of talks, important talks, lots of thoughts, lots of confessions, exchange of views, so many feelings, many Sparrington Moments: serious, funny, warm, cute, sad, super hot, everything what you want, James learning from Jack, Jack learning from James, them learning about love, them being lovebirds, sparrington endgame)

[mxnsxngie]

I Only Want To Dance With You (L.M)

Warnings: none, all fluff! Unless you count his joke about using the reader's arm to hit the other boys...

Word Count: 2183

Playlist: Slow Dancing With Minho (songs you two may dance to in the scene)

Let Me Know What You Think!

“You want me to what?” You ask your best friend from across the table of the cafe you met him at, surprised at the favor he’s asking of you.

“Please, it’s just for a couple of hours” he asks, trying to look nonchalant about it, but you know he’s begging you at this point.

“Why do you want me to go to this company dinner so bad?” You ask, genuinely confused. Minho had called you to meet for coffee before laying on you that JYP Entertainment was holding a special dinner in honor of their artists. Really it was more like a party honestly, complete with food, music, drinks, and dancing.

“Because I don’t want to go alone” he says with a slight whine to his tone.

“… Min, you’re literally going with the other 7 members, that’s hardly considered going alone” you laugh, shaking your head.

“That’s not the same though, I can’t get through one of these without you, they’ll drive me nuts with their antics” he sighs, gently taking your hand from across the table. “Please don’t make me deal with them alone?” He asks again, giving his best puppy eyes.

“That’s rich coming from you” you laugh, shaking your head, knowing full well the antics HE gets up to himself. “But yes, I guess I’ll go with you” you sigh, teasingly rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you so much! You’re the absolute best! Do you have something nice to wear? We’re supposed to dress up.” He asks as he’s finally relaxed some now that you’ve agreed to go.

“I might have something, but I may go shopping still just in case. And don’t worry, I won’t make you come with me. I know how much you hate shopping” you tease.

“You truly are the best. You get me” he says with a relieved sigh, slumping back in the chair dramatically.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too dork” you jokingly tell him. You fail to notice the blush on his cheeks, too distracted by how his hair moves forward as he tilts his head down a second. The longer hair really did look good on him.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get shopping since this is tomorrow night, I’ll text you later Min!” You say as you grab your coffee and go over to hug hun before leaving.

He watches you leave, hoping the boys were right that you returned his feelings and that this would go well.

You’re just finishing getting your shoes on as you hear a knock on your door. You take one last look in the mirror admiring the black dress you managed to find, the plunge up top and the slit over the leg really made you feel sexy.

Hopefully it wasn’t too much for Minho. You couldn’t help that you’d developed feelings for him and you were hoping that this opportunity to dress up for him would get him to make a move. Your friendship was always filled with a playful give and take when it came to bantering or trading each other, and you were hoping you could bait him into a confession.

You grab your clutch and head to the door as you head another knock.

“I’m coming I’m coming” you yell as you approach the door. You open it to find Minho on the other side, looking breathtakingly gorgeous in his black suit.

“Wow Min you look incredible” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks.

“Are you saying I don’t always look good? I take offense to that” he says as he places a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “In all seriousness though, you look absolutely stunning, I’m in awe” he says, taking your hand to lead you to the car.

“Aww Min, thank you. I didn’t know you were capable of compliments!” You joke as you bump your hip into his whole two walk to the car.

“I can be a gentleman if I feel properly motivated to be” he says with a smirk, looking down at you.

“Must take a lot of motivation, because I’ve never seen you be one before” you joke, knowing full well he’s genuinely a gentleman.

“Sometimes it just takes the right person” he smirks as he opens the door for you to get in. You manage to hide your blush as you duck into the car, caught off guard by his comment. Maybe tonight would be the night.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” He says, the smirk still in place as you realize you hadn’t answered his previous comment to you.

“Oh never, because that would mean you had some kind of effect on me” you smirk back, settling in for the ride.

“Oh, and how terrible that would be” he chuckles at you.

“The worst thing imaginable” you smile, letting him know you’re joking before resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the spicy vanilla scent of his cologne. The smell of home.

The rest of the car ride goes fairly quickly, both of you sitting close in comfortable silence when the car pulls up at the event. He helps you out and literally drags you over to where the other boys are waiting, taking off in his tiny shuffle run, pulling you with him by the hand.

“Min, min slow down!” You giggle, following after him.

“Oh you can keep up!” He laughs back at you. What you don’t notice while you’re both laughing as you approach the boys is how they all watch you both with a fond smile. Well, almost all. Hyunjin makes a mock face of disgust, but it’s not like he means it. That’s just Hyunjin.

“About time you two showed up!” Jisung jokes as you two make it over.

“Ah take it easy on them, they still made it on time! Let’s go have some fun!” Chan says, leading all of you in. As you all start walking, you realize Minho hasn’t dropped your hand yet, and can’t help they slight blush on your face. Thankfully he’s too busy talking to Jisung to notice. But Seungmin does.

“Careful, someone might catch on to your little crush” Seungmin leans down and whispers in your ear. You look up at playfully swat at him, giving him a scolding look, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face. You shake your head and ignore his joking as you all get to your table.

Unsurprisingly, your seat ends up being by Minho, and he playfully yanks you down into your seat by your entwined hands before letting go, causing you to let out a slight yelp.

“Jeez Min, trying to yank my arm off?” You laugh, looking over at him.

“Maybe, would make a great weapon to hit these guys with” he jokes with a smirk.

“Yeah we’ll I quite like my arm where it is, thanks” you laugh before looking around. There’s a little more people than you expected, but it’s not too bad, and most of the groups are keeping to themselves. Then you notice the bar in the corner.

“You want a drink Min?” You ask.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually” he smiles.

“Alright, I’m on it” you smile as you stand and walk over to the bar, already knowing what he’ll want.

Once you’re out of earshot, the boys start hounding him.

“Please tell me you’re making your move tonight?!” Jisung whines, looking at his best friend.

“Yes, please! I can’t take the longing looks you two give each other anymore” Hyunjin says with an exasperated look on his face.

“I might, I’m not sure.”

“Oh my gosh hyung, if this is about you not being sure if she likes you, she definitely does. She’s told me. Just go for it” Seungmin says, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“She has?” Minho asks, looking over in your direction before looking back. “I’m just not sure how I guess” he says, the tips of his ears turning red slightly.

“Just ask her to dance! It’s your comfort zone, and lends a little bit of privacy!” Felix says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. And it is, to be fair.

“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Thanks Felix” he says as he hears you coming back.

“Alright, who was teasing my Minho?” You ask teasingly, eyeing all the boys.

“No clue what you mean” Changbin says with an innocent smile.

“Really? Because his ears are red and that only happens when he’s flustered. Soooo” you say, eyeing them all again. You miss the “I told you so” look Seungmin give Minho at that.

“Hey, I had no part in this” I.N says, raising his hands in surrender. You all laugh at that and you briefly hear Seungmin call him a traitor as your meals are brought out.

You all laugh and talk as you eat and as you finish, you feel Minho’s pinky brushing yours from beside you. You look over at him and smile, feeling like you’re in your own world for a minute as you look in his eyes. You hear a slow song start to play while you’re looking at each other.

“Do you want to dance?” He asks you in a whisper as he takes your hand.

“Here? There’s a lot of people, and I don’t know how to dance” you whisper nervously.

“It’s okay, I’ll lead, and it’ll be just us. Please?” He whispers back, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Okay” you whisper back, smiling. He stands up, pulling you up with him by your hands before leading you to the dance floor.

Once he finds a spot for you two on the dance floor, he turns towards you and snakes his right arm around your waist on your left, pulling you closer. He keeps your right hand entwined with his as he pulls you closer. You instinctually place your left hand on his right shoulder to study yourself as he pulls you close.

“Like this?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“Yeah, just like that. Now follow me” he says quietly as he starts swaying side to side with you. You can easily keep up with this, and it feels nice being so close to him like this.

“See, you’re doing just fine” he whispers, smiling down at you.

“Well I have a good teacher” you smile, blushing slightly as you compliment him. He doesn’t miss it this time and it gives him the confidence he needs.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about” he says quietly as he makes eye contact with you as he continues to guide the two of you.

“Oh? What is it?” You ask, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve been a little nervous to bring this up, but um. I’ve fallen for you. I’m not sure exactly when, all I know is it was slow, but hit me all at once. And I hope you feel the same. Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispers to you, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Oh Min” you sigh, looking at him with all the love in the world. “Of course I will, I love you too” you smile as you whisper to him.

“You do?” He smiles at you,icing his hand from your waist to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I definitely do” you say, smiling even wider as you lean into his touch.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t” you chuckle.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek as you slowly stop swaying, leaning in and placing his soft, pillowy lips against yours, kissing you deeper than expected. He may not be one to always vocalize how he feels, but you can tell through this kiss just how much he loves you. You move your hand to cup his face too as you deepen the kiss for a moment.

And then you hear the loud hooting and cheering from the boys to your left.

“YES!! Finally!” Jisung yells.

“About time hyung” you hear Seungmin shout.

“Get a room you two!” you surprisingly hear I.N holler.

You chuckle as you pull back, nearly forgetting where you are. You tuck your face into his neck, embarrassed at his members teasing.

“You know, I think we’ll do just that!” Minho yells back. You pull back, looking at him in surprise and see his signature smirk on his face before you feel him take your hand and take off, dragging you out of the room with him towards the exit of the building.

“Where are we going?!” You ask, laughing as you try to keep up.

“To get a room” he says as he opens the car door for you. “We have quite a bit to catch up on, and for that, I don’t want them interrupting” he says with a dark smirk as he pulls you into a brief but intense kiss before smacking your ass as he pulls back and ushers you into the car.

Getting a room didn’t sound too and at all.

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