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leashybebes · 3 days ago
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♡: Accidentally falling asleep together for BuckTommy?
it's late, i know. but on the plus (?) side, it got away from me a bit so have 1k plus of mostly just...them being cute.
"I wanted to take you before," Buck says, casual, because they're trying to get better at talking about before, at not just pretending that Tommy kissed him and they got together and everything was fine. "But the viewing conditions were bad all last year."
"Yeah? There a reason for that, or just bad luck?"
It means keep talking, and Buck smiles. Tommy really - he makes Buck feel smart. Makes him feel interesting.
"Just luck, I think," Buck says, and frowns. "I don't know if there's some kinda…pattern to it, maybe? I bet Karen could build an algorithm. Did anyone at Harbor lose their minds over that treasure hunt a few years back or were you guys all too busy being cool?"
"I may have been roped into planning a search grid or two," Tommy says with a grin. "Are we taking food with us?"
"Just snacks," Buck says. "I figured we'd swing by a 24 hour diner on our way home."
"Burgers and milkshakes at 3a.m. honestly sounds perfect," Tommy says. He doesn't take his eyes off the road, but he reaches out for Buck, brings his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "We talking gas station snacks or Trader Joe's?"
"I could do some serious damage to an overpriced salad right now."
"Gotcha."
Once they're loaded up with Buck's overpriced salad and Tommy's over seasoned chips they're able to make the drive out towards Malibu a fairly leisurely one. Once they get to the beach, Buck decides it was worth the tradeoff to head out of the city rather than to one of the ticketed events - it's going to be cold, but it's fairly quiet, just a few clusters of other people dotted around. 
Tommy spreads their blanket on the sand and Buck settles against him. The sound of the waves is a lovely background soundscape and Buck lets it wipe the long, long week away for a few moments.
"Hey," he says when Tommy hands him his salad. "Did you know this is one of my favorite beaches?"
"I don't think I did," Tommy says. "How come?"
"The tide pools," Buck says eagerly. "I brought Jee a few times and we saw so many good critters."
"Yeah? We'll have to come back in daylight and you can show me…all the gross water bugs your heart desires."
Buck snorts with laughter and presses his face into Tommy's shoulder. "You are under no obligation to look at fascinating water bugs with me, you big baby."
"Okay, but I would," Tommy says.
"I know you would. It's fine. I'll just carry on bringing the tiny children who won't have to feign interest through gritted teeth."
"I will happily wait in the car," Tommy says, kissing the top of Buck's head. "Fetch ice creams. Make interested sounds from a safe distance."
"Big baby," Buck says again, fonder than he can possibly express.
"Alright, alright. C'mon, tell me about this meteor shower."
"Okay," Buck says, and pulls Tommy down so they're side by side on the blanket. "We're looking…here," he says, tracing a circle in the sky above them. 
"Gotcha," Tommy says, and inches a little closer, looking up along the line of Buck's arm.
"Did - " Buck breaks off to yawn. "DId you know the Geminids are really unusual?"
"How so?"
"So they come from an asteroid, not a comet. There's only one other shower like that, I think, and it's not as regular."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hm. It's called 3200 Phaethon, and it gets closer to the sun than any other named asteroid."
"Huh."
"Did you know it's a PHA - potentially hazardous asteroid?"
"I did not know that."
Buck nods and turns his head to look at Tommy, his profile as eye catching as ever, even when it's in darkness.
"Just because of its size though. It actually has a really predictable orbit, so we're not in danger, or anything."
"I'll tell Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck to stand down."
"Huh?"
"Movie," Tommy says. "We'll watch it sometime. I'm sure the science would annoy you, but both Affleck and Liv Tyler are at their prettiest."
Buck laughs and turns onto his side to get closer to Tommy, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Careful," Tommy says. "Don't wanna miss the show." But he cranes his neck to kiss Buck anyway.
"We're not gonna miss it," Buck promises, stealing another kiss. "It was named after the son of the Greek sun god," he says between kisses. "The asteroid."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh. Because it - it gets so close."
"The power of Wikipedia right at my fingertips," Tommy says, dancing his fingers up and down the back of Buck's neck for emphasis.
Buck laughs and shivers, shoves his hand inside Tommy's hoodie for warmth and revenge. Tommy half-swallows a yelp and kisses him again. Buck settles closer, craning his neck a little so he can keep an eye on the sky. It is cold, but he's so comfortable, always so comfortable when they settle together like this. 
"The Greek sun god is called Helios, by the way," Tommy says.
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
"How'd you know that?"
"Oh, I've got useless facts of my own, Buckley. Bit of a myths and legends phase as a kid. For a minute, anyway. Needless to say, the old man didn't approve."
"Asshole," Buck mumbles.
"Ancient Greeks were - " Tommy breaks off to yawn. "Were kinda fruity, you know?"
"I'll fight him."
"My hero," Tommy says. "My Heracles."
"Like the movie?"
Buck can feel Tommy's surprise.
"That's the Roman version, but yeah."
"Watched it w' Jee," he says.
"Evan. Don't fall asleep."
"'m not. Tell me - tell me about Hercules. Heracles. Keep me awake."
"Okay," Tommy says softly. "He was…hm. He was the son of Zeus and a mortal woman. I can't remember her name. Al-something, I think. He was strong, and brave, and clever…"
Buck can feel his eyes closing, can feel Tommy drifting too, but it's okay. A little power nap and they'll still have plenty of time before the moon rises.
"Baby," he hears, Tommy's voice rough with sleep, and he feels a gentle nudge. "Baby, wake up."
"Wha - " the moon is bright, and Buck is abruptly aware that every part of him that isn't touching Tommy is freezing cold. "Shit, we missed it? Oh my god. I can't believe we fell asleep!"
"I know," Tommy says. "I'm sorry. Long week, huh?"
"Yeah. Goddamnit. We could try again tomorrow? Tonight was the peak though, and I think there's gonna be cloud cover tomorrow. Shit."
"Hey, it's okay."
"No, but I really wanted to do this with you."
Tommy squeezes his hand and Buck manages not to shiver at the cold touch of his fingers. Shit, they really have to get out of here.
"There's always next year," Tommy says, and the casual way he says it makes Buck's disappointment fizzle and die in his stomach, replaced by that swooping feeling of love and want and ever so slightly disbelieving gratitude at how far they've come.
"Yeah," Buck agrees. "There's always next year."
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himasgod · 7 hours ago
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PLEASEEEE platonic Malleus x reader where he just judges your taste in men
Basically calling u out bc *gasp* you like THEM?!
If I could REALLY ask about who are THEM pls pls PLS make them Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim (I'm a slut okay)
Malleus and Reader
Where he complains about the boys you like
How would Malleus complain when you told him about the boy you like?
With Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim.
I BUSTED MY ASS WRITING THIS. PLEASE, SOMEONE MAKE A REQUEST WITH OTHER CHARACTERS. I’M DOWN TO DO ALL OF NRC.
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"I think Ace is kinda cute, actually.” Malleus, blinking slowly: “…You think who is what?”
He turns his head toward you like he’s just spotted a crack in the very fabric of reality. There’s silence. You swear the air gets colder.
“Ace Trappola. The one who argued with Professor Trein over homework formatting. The one who once attempted to cheat on a pop quiz and still failed. The one who slapped Rosehearts's face. That Ace Trappola?”
You nod.
“You are aware that, last week, he mooned the enchanted armor in the hall and declared it ‘a win for man over machine,’ correct?”
“Okay but—”
“And this is the person you've found appealing.”
He stares ahead, hands folded behind his back, voice unnervingly calm
“He treats life as a game he does not know the rules to, nor does he care to learn them. He teases you daily, refers to you as ‘bro’ and once called you ‘mid.’ And this endeared him to you?”
��...Maybe?? He’s fun! And kinda smart—when he wants to be.”
Malleus places a hand over his heart.
“You must never let Lilia hear of this. He will not survive it.”
Malleus Draconia does not approve!
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“I think Riddle’s really admirable. I like him, Like, he’s passionate and smart and—”
"Interesting."
Malleus, 0.02 seconds later: "Concerning, but interesting."
He tilts his head like an owl and stares directly into your soul.
“You speak of someone who nearly sentenced you to public decapitation for wearing the wrong socks.”
“That was a month ago! He’s mellowed out—”
“The same Riddle who recites bylaws at breakfast? Who lectures you for yawning during study hall, claiming it disrespects the sanctity of ‘scholarly hour’?”
“Okay, yes, but he’s also really driven. Like, I respect his work ethic—”
“He once corrected Silver’s grammar in the middle of a fire drill. The building was actively burning.”
You open your mouth. Close it again.
“You are attracted to a man whose idea of romance is likely organizing your schedule to the minute and berating you lovingly when you are sixty-two seconds late.”
He sighs, deeply, as if bearing the weight of your poor judgment alone.
“...You deserve flowers. Not spreadsheets.”
Malleus Draconia does not approve!
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“I dunno, I think Kalim’s kind of sweet…”
“Sweet?” he echoes, tone vaguely offended. “You once nearly perished because he brought exploding fireworks into a dining hall.”
“But he apologized! And then he bought everyone cake!”
“He bought seventy cakes. Half of which were flan. You were comatose from sugar consumption for two days.”
"He meant well!! He just wanted people to be happy!”
Malleus pinches the bridge of his nose like you’ve just announced your intent to marry a hurricane.
“He does not understand the concept of ‘danger,’ nor ‘budget.’ Nor the line between ‘generosity’ and ‘bankruptcy." Even if he's rich.’”
He looks at you very seriously.
“If you confessed your feelings to him, he would likely throw a parade. During a thunderstorm. On carpeted floors. With live tigers.”
"That sounds kinda romantic though.”
“That sounds like a liability.”
He sighs, turning his face to the heavens as though begging some greater power for strength.
“It is not love, it is survival. You are enamored with chaos dressed in gold.”
Malleus Draconia does not approve!
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"I think Leona’s really… alluring.”
“Ah.”
Malleus, slowly turning to face you.
“You enjoy being insulted, then.”
“What—no?! I mean, he’s confident! And smart! And he has that whole… brooding bad boy vibe—”
Malleus raises one elegant brow, his tone somehow both dry and royally disappointed.
“You are referring to the man who skipped an entire midterm because he was ‘emotionally allergic to mornings.’”
“He just needs someone to believe in him, y’know?”
“Believe in him? He kicked you off a sand dune because he ‘felt like it.’ He naps in alchemy. He once said, and I quote: ‘If it looks like effort, I’m not doing it.’”
“He’s just… misunderstood!”
“He is perfectly understood. He is chaos made of ego and nap schedules.”
“You would become his favorite pillow, his errand assistant, and—if you are lucky—his designated ‘person he smirks at when bored.’”
He puts a hand on your shoulder, face solemn.
“You do not need a man with a superiority complex. You need one who knows the day of the week.”
Malleus Draconia does not approve!
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“Okay but… Vil is gorgeous. Like. Undeniably.”
“And tyrannical.”
“He’s disciplined! He has standards!”
“He once threatened to replace your entire wardrobe because your color palette was ‘offensively autumn.’ You were wearing beige.”
“He just wants me to shine!”
“He wants you to be a doll. A well-dressed, properly postured, kale-eating doll who never slouches and only drinks water with lemon slices.”
“And you think that’s bad?”
“I think if you gained three pounds he’d try to ban sodium from your life.”
Malleus looks at you like you’ve brought home a sentient blender and called it your soulmate.
“You would never have peace. Only toning creams and judgment. He once insulted Lilia’s eyeliner.”
“Okay but—he’s driven and elegant and talented and—”
“And ruthless, dramatic, and convinced that only he knows what beauty is. If you had a bad skin day, he’d schedule an intervention. With a PowerPoint.”
He exhales, softly. Almost kindly.
“You are lovely as you are. Do not let him convince you that loveliness must be earned.”
Malleus Draconia does not approve!
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bugdoppio · 2 days ago
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OFFICIAL JJ INTRODUCTION POST! REJOICE!
my stupid yumeship .... guuhh !!! lore is down here if you wanna read it
they first met at joe's fantasy world, julie (my self insert! hurrah!) had just moved to eltingville and was checking stuff out, jerry was hanging back watching bill and josh argue over something, and she asked him if she could go over to joe and buy a first edition pokémon booster pack with her money for her, since joe was looking at her weird just for being there. he said sure, and when they went outside to open it together, they got two of the base set 1st edition holo zapdos. they both freaked out together and she gave one of them to jerry for helping her out. before he could say anything else, bill yelled at him to get back there, which he did, before noticing she stuck a post it with her number on the back of the zapdos card she had given him.
they started hanging out more and more, and eventually, with much sucking up to the guys and her drawing girls with big boobies for them, bill very very begrudgingly let her hang out for some of the eltingville club meetings, angrily kicking her out if she ever touched anything she wasn't supposed to.
other than jerry, her best relationship is probably with pete, with their shared interest of monsters and scary creatures, and he often makes her draw cool creepy stuff for him which she finds a little fun. although, she gets squeamish and is not too fond of actual horror movies, so they don't get that close, he thinks she's kind of a pussy for that. she's also kinda terrified of him after discovering he watches gore.
josh hates her, and she hates him too, probably. he kept bugging her about not being able to name any star trek characters, and when she asked her dad about them to tell josh, he dismissed her efforts as being a wannabe. though they bond the tiniest little bit over having watched akira and josh liking the same stuff as her dad (star trek, star wars, dr. who).
bill is fond of her even less, somehow. though he doesn't see her as a threat to the club as much as jerry's other girl friends (like agnes) were, he's still incredibly annoyed by her presence and tries to make up any excuse to kick her out of his basement whenever she shows up. the only times he doesn't complain is when she's drawing stuff for him or when kairo is around, since they're besties.!!!! (@ghiacci . farts)
jerry is the closest to her out of all of them (obviously), and, after getting over his fear of talking to girls in general with her, they got really really close. they very often had sleepovers together, hung out in the mall, had walks together, and more stuff, making it baffling to any outsiders to learn they weren't dating at all (yet). she torrented the first lord of the rings movie for him, and in turn he got her into d&d. they also watch ghibli movies and go to renaissance fairs together, and jerry almost passed out when he saw her in fake elf ears for the first time. they often draw stuff of each other (that one doodle of knight jerry and elven princess totally not julie i did), and they're both equally oblivious that it's supposed to be them when one shows a drawing to the other. jerry also always calls her over to open card booster packs for him, because she somehow has incredible luck whenever it's her that opens it for other people.
they all also sometimes make fun of her jojo's interest, calling it gay shit, but they do respect how much trivia and useless fun facts she knows about it. also, other than her drawing ability (and the fact that she's okay with drawing weird shit for them), they fuck with her music taste a lot (she listens to literally EVERYTHING). and whenever one of them is sick or unable to go for other reasons, she's happy to play d&d with the others as a replacement, though they get pissed off whenever she doesn't take it that seriously and jokes around a little (think perception check by tom cardy).
SPOILER ZONE !!! WATCH OUT
her and jerry stop hanging out after this fan, this monster, due to jerry's mother thinking she was involved and forbidding jerry to talk to her, and julie's mom also forbidding it for thinking all the boys decided to burn joe's down and that none of them respected her at all (kinda true). and, due to none of them really admitting they had crushes on one another and not dating at all around that time, that did stop their relationship from evolving.
she met mandi in college, bonding over liking cosplay and other stuff, and developed a crush on her, becoming incredibly surprised when she started dating jerry, her old crush, of all people she expected. they started hanging out together as a group, regaining jerry's friendship, before she eventually worked up the courage to ask to be their third when drunk in a bar and, since both of them liked her back too, they agreed. (jerry + julie + mandi ship name is jumanji btw. because i love being silly !!!)
julie got a whatever degree and became a full time commission artist, mostly doing gigs for big companies and games (i like to think she did something for like. marvel once and when she says this in the epilogue, bill, josh, and pete all fucking freak out).
ALRIGHT THAT'S IT I THINK. have jj eating a pizza slice for your troubles
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mandoalorian · 2 days ago
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lessons in hurt [bucky barnes x f!reader]
pairing: new avenger!bucky x f!reader
synopsis: you step into the ring, hungry, exhausted, and furious at him, at yourself, at everything unspoken. but training brings more than bruises; it unearths something buried, dangerous, and deeply yours. later, around the table and under someone else's gaze, you're reminded that every look lingers too long, and trust is a battleground all its own.
word count: 5500
warnings: 18+ for eventual smut, enemies to lovers, thunderbolts* spoilers, alcohol mention, training/fighting, mention of family member death, avengers tower fic
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You were dreaming of warmth.
Not the kind from sunlight or fire, but something steady and human. Something that wrapped around your waist and caught you before you could fall. Your cheek had rested against a chest — solid, unyielding, and warm — and you'd looked up, not to read an aura, but to look. Really look.
“No, I’m just looking at you.”
And then he’d blushed.
“Hey—uh, you alive in there?”
A loud knock rattled the guest room door, dragging you out of sleep. You groaned into the pillow, blinking into the daylight slicing through the blinds.
“Because if you are, Bucky said you’re two hours late to training, and uh— he kinda looks like he’s holding a grudge.”
“Shit,” you croaked, scrambling up. “What time is it?”
“That's what I thought,” Bob called back, amused. “It’s 8 o’clock. Yelena says you’re lucky he didn’t kick the door down.”
You threw the blanket off and sat up too fast. The pounding in your head reminded you exactly how many shots you’d taken. The floor swayed beneath your feet as you stood, and you winced as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Last night’s makeup still clung to your lashes, and your hair looked like you’d been in a wind tunnel. Which, emotionally, you had.
You searched the room for something to wear, but had nothing other than the clothes you slept in. The clothes you wore yesterday. You sighed. You could really do with a shower, clean clothes, some painkillers. But Bucky had already been waiting this long.
The corners of your lips turned into a deepset frown. You didn’t care that Bucky was waiting for you. He was holding a grudge? Good. But you did want to be taken seriously as an Avenger. You didn’t want Sam to have been wrong about you. This was your chance to do something right. 
That kitchen moment felt… dangerous. You hadn’t meant to fall — literally, of course— but the way he’d caught you had felt like muscle memory. Like he'd done it before. Like he'd do it again.
And when you’d stared at him — just stared — something in you had cracked open. Not your powers. Not your hate.
Something soft.
You shoved the thought down, your stomach twisting, Chinese food from last night threatening to come back up, and stumbled into the hallway barefoot.
Bob was leaning against the wall with a punnet of strawberries in one hand and a mischievous smile on his face.
“I made you coffee,” he said. “Sort of. It’s mostly cream and sugar, but it’s a start.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled, accepting the travel mug and squinting at him. “You found your strawberries?”
Bob didn’t answer, but he did offer you a shy smile and held them out to you, offering you one. “How did you sleep?”
“Um, pretty well actually,” you said as if it surprised you. You normally struggle sleeping in beds that aren’t your own. “But I don’t remember even going to bed. Is Sam around?”
“No, he and Joaquin left pretty late on. You stayed. And uh— he’ll be coming over later though. For the briefing with Valentina.”
You considered his words, taking a sip and burning your tongue. “Ow.”
“Good,” he grinned. “Now, hurry up before Sergeant Barnes turns into the Winter Soldier again.”
You shot him a glare, but your stomach twisted anyway.
Training.
With him.
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You stepped onto the training floor groggy and under-caffeinated, Bob’s concoction of cream and sugar really not doing much for you. The distant hum of ventilation was the only thing greeting you.
Until he did.
Bucky.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just kept going — relentless, rhythmic. Each thud of his fist into the heavy bag echoed through the high ceilings, almost hypnotic. He was shirtless under a skin-tight, sweat-drenched compression top, black and clinging, highlighting every carved plane of muscle like it was sculpted by hand. Veins coiled down his arms like cords of steel, biceps flexing, fists slicing through air with machine precision.
His hair was tied back in a loose bun, messy strands clinging to his temples. There was sweat beading down his neck, dripping along his jaw, catching in the stubble that darkened his sharp jawline.
God, he looked unfair.
You didn’t realise you’d stopped moving until he noticed you standing in the doorway.
“You gonna keep staring, or will we do some training?”
God. You wanted to throw a dumbbell at him.
“Maybe I’m making a list of your weak spots,” you shot back, stepping further into the room.
He stopped punching. The bag swayed, creaking faintly on its chain.
“You’re late,” he said.
“And you’re still insufferable,” you countered, tossing your bag aside. “Glad some things never change.”
He didn’t bite. Just grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his neck. His eyes flicked to you briefly, and then he walked to a metal rack and pulled out folded black tactical gear. He tossed it toward you, hard enough that you had to catch it with both hands.
“Put it on. You’re not sparring me in leggings and a sweater.”
You frowned at the clothes, then at him. “You know, for someone with an old-fashioned sense of manners, you’re weirdly bossy.”
“You can complain after you can land a hit on me.”
You raised your brows. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s a fact.”
Ugh.
You turned away, heading to the locker room to change. “Also, I’m starving,” you called back. “Pretty sure that violates some Geneva Convention clause.”
“You can eat after training,” he called back, tone smug.
You didn’t dignify it with a response. Mostly because you knew you’d fantasised about punching him in the jaw a little too often to back out now.
When you returned, you were annoyed to admit the gear actually fit perfectly — snug, flexible, and breathable. A black long-sleeve top with reinforced padding and utility leggings built for combat, your hair pulled back, eyes sharp.
You climbed into the ring, not even trying to hide the attitude in your strut.
But Bucky was already watching you. Closely. Still leaning on the ropes, arms crossed. Still sweating. Still radiating heat like a living furnace.
The look in his eyes wasn’t cold. It wasn’t smug, either.
It was… cautious. Measured. Heavy with something you couldn’t quite name.
“You said something last night.”
Your stomach sank.
You rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “God. Is this about the whole looking at you thing?”
His jaw tensed. “Yes.”
He had been thinking about it too. You looked off to the side, jaw clenching. “I was drunk.”
“Were you reading me?” he asked flatly.
The question pulled you back to face him.
“No,” you said. “I wasn’t. I told you that.”
He didn’t move. Just watched you like a man waiting for the catch.
You hated this about him — the way he looked at you like you were a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve. Like you were dangerous. Like he was the one who should be afraid.
“I don’t want people in my head,” he said, voice quieter now. “There’s… stuff in there. Stuff that doesn’t belong anywhere near someone like you.”
You bristled. “Someone like me?”
“Someone who hasn’t done what I’ve done.”
You paused. The air shifted between you. A faint vibration of memory. The Winter Soldier. Your brother’s grave.
It bubbled up again. That familiar coil of hatred, like bile in your throat.
“I wasn’t reading you,” you said again, more forcefully this time. “I was just—” You hesitated. “I don’t know. Looking. You looked different. Okay? God forbid.��
His brow twitched like he didn’t know what to do with that. Like you were the confusing one.
You softened just enough to twist the knife. “Don’t flatter yourself, Barnes. You just look weird when you’re not scowling.”
That earned you the ghost of a smirk. “You’re impossible.”
You shrugged. “You’re punchable.”
And then, for the first time since you stepped into that ring, something shifted in his eyes.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, backing toward the centre.
You cracked your knuckles, lips twitching into a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
The first time you lunged at him, he barely moved.
You aimed straight for his torso, a solid punch backed by every hour of sleepless rage you’d ever swallowed. But Bucky didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Your fist collided with his chest like hitting a wall.
Solid muscle. No give.
He looked down at you, deadpan.
“You hit like you’re trying to scare me,” he sighed, almost impatiently. Unimpressed, even. God, you couldn’t stand him.
You stepped back, shaking out your hand. “And you stand like you’ve got a steel rod up your ass.”
“Try again,” he ordered, tone clipped.
You did.
And again.
And again.
He blocked everything. Dodged some. Absorbed others. He flipped you once — then twice — then a third time until your back hit the mat so hard your breath left in a gasp. You groaned, rolling to your side.
Bucky crouched next to you. “Where’s the fire, doll?”
Doll.
“Buried under my rapidly growing hatred for you,” you muttered, getting up.
“Then use it.”
“What?”
He straightened. “You hate me, right?” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve made that crystal clear. So show me. Stop holding back.”
You froze, fists clenched.
This wasn’t just training anymore. He wanted your anger.
“Do you want me to hate you?” you asked.
He shrugged. “It’s useful.”
You hated that it was true.
So you moved. Again. This time faster, sharper — jabs and elbows, knees and dodges. He still blocked everything. Still used your momentum against you. Still knocked you on your ass more times than your pride could take.
“You’re not focused,” he said. “You’re distracted.”
“I’m starving,” you spat.
“You’re afraid,” he snapped back.
That stopped you cold.
You blinked at him, sweat stinging your eyes.
“You think I don’t see it?” he said, stepping closer. “You’re strong, but you’re scared of what happens when you lose control.”
Your jaw clenched.
He tilted his head slightly. “So stop being afraid.”
“You have no idea what’s inside me,” you growled.
“Then show me.”
The world stilled.
He should be scared, but he wasn’t. He was encouraging and bringing it out of you. That unnamed thing that lived deep within you, locked away for nobody to see. It was revelling under your skin, threatening to spill.
Something inside you twisted — dark, hot, and electric. The pressure that lived in your bones suddenly surged. Not anger. Not fear.
Power.
You lunged again, fists crackling with that strange invisible current, not aimed at technique, but at release. At destruction.
And when your palm slammed into Bucky’s chest, the force exploded.
A wave of concussive energy knocked you both off your feet. Bucky flew backward and slammed into the mat with a grunt, skidding across the floor.
You were thrown too — landing hard, the wind knocked out of you. Everything felt momentarily underwater. Ringing in your ears. Muscles spasming.
The lights above flickered.
And then — silence.
You blinked up at the ceiling, chest heaving. Arms trembling. The scent of sweat and ozone hung in the air.
To your right, Bucky groaned. He turned his head toward you, hair fallen from its tie, face flushed, chest rising and falling.
You were the first to speak.
“…Did I kill you?”
He let out a short breath, almost a laugh. “Not even close.”
You swallowed hard. Your limbs were still shaking.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“That was good,” he cut in, voice low but certain.
You turned your head toward him. His expression wasn’t scared. Or angry. Or even surprised.
It was something else.
Pride.
“You’re not broken,” he said. “You’re just holding yourself back.”
You stared at him, still breathless. “I didn’t know I could do that.”
“Well,” he murmured, eyes still on yours. “Now you do.”
And for a moment — just a breath — the hatred fell away.
Not gone. Not forgotten. But quiet.
Like maybe… just maybe… you weren’t the only one haunted by what lived under your skin.
Your body was humming. Not from adrenaline — not even from pain.
But from something darker. Deeper.
That thing inside you, the one you kept locked behind your teeth, now stirred in the open air. The same surge that had knocked Bucky clean off his feet now crackled quietly in your fingertips. And it terrified you.
You stayed on your back, staring up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Sweat clung to your skin. Your pulse was thunder in your ears.
A shadow moved to your right — slow, careful.
Then Bucky’s voice: “You okay?”
You didn’t answer.
Instead, your fingers curled into fists, knuckles grazing the mat. He crawled toward you, his breath still uneven, his shirt stretched tight across the chest you’d just exploded into like a live wire.
“You did good,” he said softly, crouching over you, one hand braced beside your head.
You flinched.
Then shoved him off.
He let you, falling back onto his haunches, watching you warily like he knew exactly what was happening inside you.
“I don’t feel good,” you finally whispered.
He didn’t move. Just listened.
“I feel… angry. I feel wrong. I—”
Your voice cracked. You didn’t finish the sentence.
Bucky swallowed hard. “Have you ever done that before?” he asked, quieter now.
You gave the smallest nod.
Silent.
A tear slid down your temple.
He watched it trace the line of your cheek and didn’t say anything for a long moment.
Then: “Training’s over.”
You turned your face away, shame clinging to your skin like a second layer of sweat. You didn’t want him to see you cry. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this — trembling, unmade.
Bucky rose to his feet slowly. He hesitated, then held out a hand toward you.
“You did good,” he said again — firmer this time. Like if he said it enough, you might believe him.
But you didn’t take it.
You sat up on your own, wiping your face with the back of your wrist. Your chest still ached. Not from the impact, but from the way you felt split down the middle — like something sacred inside you had been broken open for everyone to see.
You could barely look at him.
And that’s when you heard the sound.
Shoes on the mat.
You both turned toward the door at the same time.
Sam stood there, framed in the doorway. His brow was lifted, eyes flicking between the two of you — you on the floor, breathless and tear-streaked, and Bucky hovering nearby with that look on his face that was always too intense, too protective.
Sam’s lips parted like he was going to say something — but he didn’t.
Instead, he blinked. Jaw tightened. Then he gave a short nod and turned on his heel.
Gone.
You stared at the now-empty doorway.
Bucky let out a breath behind you. “Shit,” he muttered.
You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.
He crouched beside you again, this time at a distance. “What happened back there,” he said gently, “that wasn’t a mistake. That was power. You think you’re a monster, but you’re not.”
You shook your head. “You don’t know that.”
His voice was quiet. “I do.”
You stayed silent.
The power inside you had finally risen — and all it had done was destroy. You didn’t feel proud. You didn’t feel strong.
You felt dangerous.
And you hated that most of all.
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The sting of exhaustion still clung to you when you entered the kitchen. Your muscles felt like jelly, the heat from the shower having only halfway quelled the burn of your power’s surge. You didn't have the energy for much more than food, but the last thing you expected was to feel the same tension that had thrummed through the training room now sitting heavily in the air.
Bucky was already seated at the table, silent as usual, his plate piled high with food. His eyes flicked toward you when you entered, but he didn’t say anything. His presence was still undeniable though — that heat, that pull. You could still feel it from the floor to your chest as if something between you was drawing you together despite your best efforts to ignore it.
You sat down without a word, grabbing some toast and a half-hearted serving of scrambled eggs. Your mind kept drifting back to the moment when Bucky had come over to check on you, his hands brushing against you as you’d both collapsed after that surge. You could still feel the weight of his touch, that warmth that had been foreign, almost comforting. You pushed it down. He was your enemy, nothing more.
"Rough session, huh?" Bob said from across the table, already munching on some bacon, his voice lighthearted.
You grunted in response, staring down at your food, not really hungry but forcing yourself to eat.
Alexei, always the cheerful giant, threw you a wide grin. "You looked like you could use some real food after that," he said, tossing you an extra piece of toast.
"Thanks," you muttered, tearing into it just to fill the silence.
But there was something in the air now. Sam walked in, his eyes catching yours immediately. He froze for just a moment, his gaze narrowing. You could almost feel the gears turning in his head. And you knew why. He had seen you so close to Bucky, maybe even noticed the way you’d both been caught up in that moment — the moment you both collapsed on the mat together, barely breathing, the electric tension between you thick enough to slice.
You didn’t look at Sam. Instead, you focused on your food, but you could feel the weight of his eyes on you. He moved toward the counter to grab a coffee mug, his motions stiff, like he was trying to hide something.
Alexei, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, tried to break the awkwardness. “Walker," he boomed, looking at John, who had just entered the kitchen. "You’re too serious, man. You need to loosen up.”
John scoffed and gave a fake chuckle. “Loosen up? I’m perfectly fine.”
“You need to try this,” Alexei grinned, offering John some more eggs. “You’re all stiff.”
Bucky, ever so aware of the mood, suddenly spoke. His voice was low, but his eyes flicked between you and Sam, his jaw tight. "You need to eat something," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, as though the silence didn’t exist, as though the strange, unresolved tension wasn’t thick in the air.
“I’m fine,” you muttered, not meeting anyone’s gaze, but Sam’s stare was burning a hole in your side. You could feel it. Could feel the weight of his thoughts.
Bucky seemed to notice. He didn’t speak at first but gave you a pointed look. His brow furrowed, but then he looked toward Sam, who had been standing at the counter.
Sam shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t move toward the table right away, his hand hovering near his mug. The silence stretched too long before he finally dropped his hand to the counter with a sigh. He looked over at you again, his jaw slightly clenched.
"Is there a problem?" you finally asked, your voice flat, a little defensive, like you were daring him to say something, anything.
But Sam just shook his head, his mouth pressing into a thin line. "No, just…" He seemed to lose his words, looking back at Bucky. "Everything’s fine."
Alexei, ever the enthusiastic one, laughed loudly. "What do you mean, fine? You guys have been so serious this morning. Can’t we just eat and laugh for once?"
“You’re right,” Bob chimed in, shovelling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “We could use some fun. How about some more never have I ever, but instead of shots, we drink coffee?”
The suggestion broke the tension a little, though you could still feel Sam’s eyes lingering. You finally looked at him — really looked. He was holding your gaze for a second too long, his expression focused, as if he was weighing something he wasn’t ready to say. You honed in, reading his aura. Amber: cautious, nervous and insecure.
Weird.
“Fine,” you muttered. “Never have I ever...” You started to reach for your cup, but it was clear Sam still wasn’t ready to let go of whatever strange, unspoken thing was happening between you two.
Bucky cleared his throat, looking at both of you. "Enough," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "We’ve got a mission tonight. Eat, relax, but keep it together." His eyes flicked over to you again, then to Sam. It was almost like he was silently checking you both, and then he dropped his gaze.
You didn't respond, not really, but you felt a strange sense of distance as you sat back and continued to eat, though your mind kept returning to that moment in the training room.
You reminded yourself of why you were here, your personal mission and what was at stake.
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The hum of the tower felt empty as you walked through its expansive hallways, your mind racing with the aftermath of the intense training. You needed a moment of peace, but all you could feel was the pressure of Sam’s gaze. He had been quieter than usual today, and now that you were alone in the hallway, you knew the moment was coming.
You stopped in front of the window, trying to lose yourself in the view of the city, but you couldn’t escape the heavy silence between you and Sam. His footsteps echoed closer, and you knew he wasn’t going to let this go.
“You’re avoiding me,” Sam’s voice was low, but the edge was unmistakable.
You kept your eyes on the skyline, unwilling to face him, not yet. “Just thinking,” you muttered.
Sam didn’t buy it. He moved to stand next to you, blocking your view. “Thinking about what? About Bucky?” He didn’t say it with accusation, but the question made the air between you two feel thick. “You two were pretty close back there. Seemed a little more than ‘training.’”
Your stomach tightened at his words. A spike of annoyance flared up inside you. Close? The last thing you wanted was for Sam to think that. You were not close with Bucky.
“Seriously?” you scoffed, looking at Sam now. “You’re going to ask me about that?”
Sam’s eyes were sharp. He was watching you closely, his expression almost unreadable, but the slight tension in his jaw told you that he was not going to back down. “I saw what I saw,” he said quietly. “He was practically on top of you, and then you stayed here last night. Didn’t come home. What the hell am I supposed to think?”
You felt a wave of irritation roll through you. His words hit too close to something you didn’t want to admit. But you couldn’t let him think that anything had happened between you and Bucky. It was absurd.
“Nothing happened,” you snapped, taking a step back from him, your voice rising. “You think I wanted to be near him? He’s insufferable. Rude. A total asshole,” you spat, your frustration spilling out in a string of insults. “He’s arrogant, condescending, and thinks he’s some kind of hero. He makes everything ten times harder just by existing. I can’t stand him, Sam.”
Your chest was heaving now, and you could feel the anger building up in you. You hated how much it burned. Hated that Sam thought you might be attracted to him. Bucky had his demons, and you weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t see them.
“You hear me?” you asked, voice tight with barely contained rage. “I hate him. Every minute of it.”
Sam didn’t flinch at your outburst. He simply stepped toward you slowly, his expression softening. “I know you don’t like him,” he said quietly. “But the way you’re talking—”
You cut him off, shaking your head, trying to pull away from the grip of your anger. “It doesn’t matter what you think, Sam,” you muttered, your voice trembling slightly. “I just... I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t stand him, and you’re acting like something happened. Nothing did. Nothing ever will.”
But Sam didn’t back off. Instead, he reached out, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. His touch was grounding, and even though your body tensed, you didn’t pull away this time.
“Calm down,” he murmured, his voice smooth but firm. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just...” His grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer, as if trying to shield you from the storm inside. “I care about you. I don’t like seeing you so pissed off.”
The way he said it was enough to make your heart stutter. It was softer than you expected. His usual calm demeanour, now a little more vulnerable, a little more protective.
“You don’t know me.” You sighed and closed your eyes.
“I’ve been watching you for the past fourteen months,” He reminded you.
“Sam, I—” you began, but he cut you off again, his hands rubbing small circles on your shoulders. The motion was oddly soothing, and you felt your anger start to dissipate, though it didn’t disappear entirely.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Sam said, his voice almost a whisper now. “But I don’t want you carrying that anger around. You don’t deserve to be this wound up.”
You took a deep breath, trying to push the lingering frustration down, but it didn’t vanish entirely. It was too raw, too fresh. But the way Sam held you, the gentleness of his touch, calmed something inside you.
“I don’t want to feel this way,” you admitted, your voice quieter. “I’m scared... I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t even understand it myself.”
Sam was quiet for a moment, his hands still on your shoulders, his gaze steady on you. Finally, he gave a small, reassuring smile. “You’re not alone in this, alright?” he said, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “You belong here, with us. No matter what.”
The words felt like a lifeline in the chaos swirling in your mind. He was trying to make you believe it, but the truth was, you still didn’t quite feel like you belonged. Not yet.
Before you could respond, Sam pulled you into a hug — a tight, comforting one. Just a moment of mutual understanding, and maybe a little bit of something unspoken. You let yourself lean into it for a moment, feeling the calmness of his body against yours, before pulling away slowly.
Sam’s smile lingered as he stepped back, his usual confidence returning. “We’ve got a team meeting. About tonight’s mission. You should come.”
You nodded, feeling a strange weight lifting off your shoulders. “Yeah,” you said, the tension in your body easing. “I’ll be there.”
Sam lingered for a moment longer, watching you carefully. Then, with one last look, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving you standing there, still processing everything — the anger, the confusion, and the overwhelming feeling of being seen by someone, in a way that both comforted and unsettled you.
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You hadn’t expected the meeting to feel so... tense. It wasn’t the mission itself that had you on edge, but the woman who stood at the front of the room, hands on her hips and a sly smile on her lips — Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.
You’d heard rumours about her before, but seeing her in person, acting so... confident, sent a wave of unease through you. She wasn’t your typical leader. It wasn’t just her commanding presence; it was the way she interacted with the room, like she had everyone exactly where she wanted them.
Bucky stood at the edge of the table, arms crossed. His eyes were fixed on Valentina, but there was something colder in his expression now, something guarded. You noticed the way Valentina’s eyes lingered on him — she was always lingering. Her eyes would scan over his body, then she’d smile like she knew something he didn’t.
“Alright, everyone, listen up,” Valentina said, her voice sultry, almost playful. “We’ve got intel that the Fantastic Four are roaming around New York City, and we’re going to find them before they make any moves we don’t like.” She looked directly at Bucky, her voice dropping just a hint as she added, “And Bucky, darling, I trust you’ll be... helpful on this one, won’t you?”
You saw Bucky’s jaw tense, but he didn’t respond to her teasing tone. He didn’t even acknowledge the subtle flirtation in her words. He just nodded, the coldness in his posture only intensifying.
You didn’t miss the way Valentina’s eyes narrowed in a mix of curiosity and annoyance. It was clear she expected something more — some sort of reaction, perhaps even a playful retort. But Bucky was having none of it. And you found yourself relieved, though you didn’t understand why.
Meanwhile, you tried to hide the disgust that rose in your chest as Valentina’s hand drifted toward Bucky’s shoulder, a subtle but clear gesture that had you recoiling in irritation. There was no mistaking the way she tried to make physical contact, but Bucky remained stone-faced and stiff, his eyes flicking to you for just a second. You quickly turned away, not wanting to acknowledge that flicker of discomfort in his expression, as if he had been aware of your reaction.
She didn’t seem to care, though. Valentina pulled back, unfazed, as she paced in front of the group. “We’ll split up. Bob, Sam, and Redwing, you stay on reconnaissance. Surveillance, cameras, drones — we’ll cover the city. Don’t engage unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
Bob, ever the quiet one, gave a curt nod, his gaze fixed on Valentina as he mentally processed the orders. Sam gave a nod too, his posture relaxed as usual, but you could sense the subtle tension in his jaw. Redwing perched on his shoulder, watching the room, ready for action.
Valentina turned to the next group, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face as she looked at Joaquin, Yelena, and Ava. “You three,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, “you’ll search for Sue Storm. She’s the most elusive of them all. You’re going to have to be quick on your feet. Work together, and don’t get caught.”
Joaquin gave a brief salute, a smirk tugging at his lips, and Yelena just cracked her knuckles, her expression unreadable but clearly ready for action. Ava adjusted her gear, nodding seriously.
Then, Valentina’s eyes turned to you, and for a moment, you felt a chill run through you. “And as for you, sweetheart,” she said, her tone almost mocking, “you’re with Bucky, John, and Alexei. You’ll search for Reed Richards. You’ll find him — one way or another.”
John’s eyes flicked to you, his expression unreadable, but you could feel his usual cocky energy still buzzing underneath. Alexei gave you a thumbs up, his boisterous personality as charming as ever, but you couldn’t focus on them. Your eyes were stuck on Bucky. His jaw clenched, but his eyes held something darker in them now, something determined. Maybe even a little... relieved. You weren’t sure. He had that way about him.
But then Valentina’s attention snapped back to Bucky, her eyes narrowing as she lingered on him just a little too long. “Well, Bucky,” she said, her voice low and smooth, “I trust you won’t let your team down.”
Bucky’s lips tightened into a thin line, his gaze unwavering as he replied, “I won’t.”
And that was it. No flirtation. No charm. No awkwardness. Just cold professionalism.
Valentina seemed to realise she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from him, and the smile on her face faltered ever so slightly before she snapped her fingers. “Alright, let’s get moving. We’re on a tight schedule. Remember, no one goes in until we have confirmation. And don’t do anything stupid.”
As everyone shuffled out of the room, you couldn’t help but feel a strange tension. You weren’t sure what was bothering you more — Valentina’s attitude toward Bucky, or the thought of having to work so closely with him. He was always around, and now... You were about to head into the field together.
You glanced over at Bucky as he turned to grab his gear, his back straight, his presence still as imposing as ever. You didn’t know what it was about him, but something was shifting, and you were scared of how close you were coming to figuring out just what that was.
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highway-143 · 2 days ago
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webbed- nishimura riki -TEASER-
genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, spider man au
pairing: black spiderman!riki x fem!reader
taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @planetmarlowe @mrsjjongstby @drnkdz
word count: 5k+
now playing: sunflower- post malone and swae lee (lol kinda a duh) & damn- fujii kaze
tw: blood, guns, sex, bdsm undertones, needles, death
(mostly proofread but idc atp bro. just live with the typos ToT)
all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story
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economics homework sucks.
but that's a given, isn't it?
who in the world actually enjoyed comparing the tax rates of 10 different countries and writing a 20,000 word essay about them for the final?
you certianly didn't. and yet here you were, seated at the desk in your room. its surface was littered with borrowed library books, notes, and your computer. the screen was open to a google doc, two pages already filled out.
you check the word count.
1,009 words
shit.
you prop your elbows on the desk, your head in your hands.
who the fuck thought this class would be required for a marketing degree?
you hear rain start to patter on the window of your dorm. the sprinkles collecting on the pane, blurring the lights coming from the city.
you lived for tokyo at night. the way the lights from apartments lit up the darkness like stars when the real stars were covered in the haze of a storm. the way the neon lights from shops lining the street. it felt so beautiful. how the city came alive when the rest of the world was quiet.
that's when you hear it.
skrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee
tires. on pavement.
you jump up from your chair and onto the miniscule balcony that connected to your dorm. it was hard to make out from the fourth story, but you saw an suv swerving through the road. its tail spun out of control on the slick ground, almost crashing into patrons walking out of akasaka, the hostess bar across the street.
people screamed, the sounds of fear echoing off the tall buildings around the chaos.
you screamed too.
because a black figure swooped right in front of you, and you jumped so hard, you almost fell over.
spiderman
you watch as the shadowlike hero makes his way closer and closer to the suv.
the car skids to a stop as a flying web sticks to it, the other end already attatched to a rung on the side of your building. the tires helplessly turn against the pavement, but to no avail.
"going somewhere?" asks the deep voice, what you assumed was spiderman.
you couldn't see him though.
he dissapeared.
your eyes scour the scene, trying to find the source. all you see are two japanese men, both heavily muscled and in their late thirties.and then another, exiting from the cab of the van.
he was pale, paler than you had ever seen. an albino, white hair styled meticulously with a ocean blue streak through the slicked back strands. his eyes were covered in sunglasses, even at night. his frame was long, thin, and looked somewhat malnourished. he wore a white trench coat over a white tutleneck and ivory pants.
he looked like a ghost.
"spiderman" he says, a thick french accent in his speech. "didn't expect to meet you tonight." his voice is cold, a piercing ice. "why don't you show yourself, hmm?"
"i think i'll stay where i am, thanks" says spiderman, his voice coming from somewhere below and to the right of where you stood on the balcony. "the real question, is why are you here, givré? what business do you have in japan?"
the albino, givré, chuckles. there's no warmth behind the laughter though. "why on earth would i tell you?"
"okay, don't then." you watch as a web shoots out from a balcony below you, attaching itself to givré's mouth, sending him stumbling backward into the side of the car.
the two mercenaries aim guns at the balcony. you hadn't even realized that they had them. the taller of the two fires, and you clap your hand over your mouth.
but nothing.
the balcony is empty.
you know you should go back inside. hide. not get killed.
but you can't stop watching.
because when the men turn around to help givré, spiderman is already standing behind them.
givré is struggling against the web on his mouth, trying to pry it off with his fingers. spiderman stands next to him, arms crossed. "you really thought that would work?" he asks, amused.
the street is almost completely cleared of bystanders now, only a few dumb tourists on the sidewalk with phones recording the scene. idiots.
the shorter man charges, almost like a rhino, and grabs spiderman by the waist, tackling him to the ground. the hero flips around and hooks a leg around the man's shoulder. "god, i didn't think i would be getting freaky today-" he says as his groin is pushed into the struggling face of the gaurd.
you can't help but laugh as spiderman kicks out of confinement.
and then you scream.
because another gunshot rang through the street.
and this time, it hit its mark.
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errorcode-33 · 23 hours ago
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Pretty pt. 2
Choso x reader
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NSFW fem!hot!reader // choso
pt. 1
warnings; choso is bad at feelings, slightly less clueless choso, handjob, reader is hot, kinda long-ish but mostly just smut.
Note; might make this into a series? possibly
Enjoy~
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It has been about a week since your 'experience' with Choso, if you could even call it that considering that it didn't last very long and wasn't that eventful.
For you at least, for Choso it was very eventful, though I digress. Ever since then it almost seems as if you've made it your life mission to get even closer to him, not even bothering to try to hide your attraction anymore, openly hitting on him, even in public which you didn't really do before.
Well, to him it seems like it, though in reality he just started noticing more and being able to actually understand what you were trying to get out of your comments.
Which was to apparently fluster him, most of the time, which you happened to be very good at.
It almost starts to annoy him, not because he doesn't like the attention, he really likes the attention, but because often your comments and actions would cause certain reactions from his body that made it kinda awkward to do or think of anything other than that.
It seems that now that you've gotten more comfortable around him, it's not rare for you to get more touchy too. Nothing extreme of course, just casual light touches here and there, but even they seem to drive Choso absolutely insane and he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Take for example right now, after a mission (that he obviously accompanied you on), you're celebrating with the other sorcerers as usual except this time as you're sat beside him on the other side of the table from them, your hand was casually resting on his thigh as you spoke. Nothing extreme, it wasn't even close to anything, having been positioned lower on his thigh more towards his knee, but god he wished it was elsewhere.
Despite how minimal the touch seemed to be, it mixed with the way you were smiling (and laughing, which was a whole other issue), and wow just like that his hard on is pressing up against the fabric of his pants and he has no way of fixing it in the moment, so he's left to just sit and endure the torture of hearing you're voice while you sit so close to him, literally touching him.
Naturally, it doesn't take long for him to get a bit squirmy. It starts with some mild shifting, trying to find a more comfortable position to at least relieve some tension, which he finds completely pointless because no matter what position he shifts into he can still feel it, and that is what bothers him the most. It doesn't matter if he feels it less in some positions, it's still there so what's the point?
So he gives up and just sits there, enduring the way heat shoots downwards every time your voice goes even remotely close to the tone it had when you spoke to him that one time, and the way he feels it twitch when you meet his gaze and ask if he's ok, getting what could be mistaken as a calm 'mhm' if not for the way his whole body seemed to be so tense (which only you had the honour of seeing because only you were close enough to him to notice), and the way he seemed a bit flushed despite not drinking anything with alcohol, which, once again only you noticed because only you cared enough about him to notice what he was drinking.
So you took that as your cue to wrap things up, telling the group they did a good job in the mission and that it was nice catching up, but it's getting late and you should probably head off. When you turn to Choso and nudge him to get up, you're acutely aware of the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows before shifting up and leading the both of you out of the venue as you wave everyone goodbye.
It doesn't take long for Choso to realise that all that torture he endured at the restaurant was all worth it if it meant you'd be all over him when the two of you got home. How could he even think of being annoyed when you're on his lap, in his bed, lips pressing to his in sloppy movements, tongue sliding against his and sending sparks through him. He was anything but annoyed, his heartbeat speeding up slightly and he found himself increasingly grateful that you were nice enough to not start this in the hallway otherwise he was sure his legs would've failed him.
He's so lost in you, hands gripping your waist and keeping you close to him as his lips move against yours in an attempt to mimic their movements, occasionally letting out soft noises that he fails to hide. Not that it bothers him when he does begin to get a bit more vocal, it's not like he's been conditioned by society to think he should be quiet or whatever bullshit most guys seem to believe, which is all the better for you since his voice is just so hot.
The small groans he makes against your lips only seem to encourage you to continue, sliding your hands over his shoulders and down his clothed chest, earning you a small shudder from him.
After a few more moments you pull away from his lips, gaze flicking over his face to take in the way your lipgloss is smeared over his lips, giving them a slightly sticky appearance, and the way his eyes dart over your face in return, flicking down to your lips every now and then as he catches his breath.
All it took was some making out, and he was already such a mess, which excites you to no end.
Moving your arms to wrap loosely around his neck as you lean onto him, chests pressed together and lips just barely hovering over his as you look at him. So close to him, yet not close enough. You make sure not to press against him just yet, choosing to instead keep some distance between your hips.
"Choso~" your voice is a low purr, sending another barely noticeable shudder down his body "you're so easily riled up, how have you even survived so long?"
"I- I've never-"
You don't let him finish, pressing your lips against his again and he whines, closing his eyes as his brows furrow slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your waist.
Of course, you knew that you were the reason for all of this. You've seen how he is around other people, it's clear that it's not women he's after, it's you.
And that makes it just feel so much better for you.
When you pull away once again, he follows your lips, clearly not wanting to stop just yet but you've got different plans.
"Choso, sweetie, want me to make it better again?"
His eyes widen slightly and he has to force himself to swallow so that his throat doesn't go completely dry.
"like last time..?"
You hum, shifting back slightly to rest your ass against your ankle.
"hm... not quite, I was thinking something a bit... different this time"
"different?"
"mhm~" you purr, sliding your hands down his torso "y'know, like with my hand"
"ok"
You open your mouth to say something but he quickly cuts you off, having noticed the way your brows rose slightly, as if surprised by his lack of hesitation.
"I mean- anything you do feels good, so I don't see why your hand would be any different..."
He trails off, looking off to the side slightly bashfully, yet you don't fail to notice how his hips slightly shift in an attempt to get some friction, even if it's just from the fabric of his pants.
You almost feel a bit bad, he's so obviously worked up, and he's been like this for a while, but he doesn't know what exactly to ask for. You'd wager that he's not even sure what you mean by 'using your hand', he's probably just going along blindly trusting that you know what your doing, which lucky for him, you very much do.
You smile slightly, leaning in to press your lips to the edge of his jaw, revelling in the way he draws in a breath at the action, hands gripping the fabric of your top ever so slightly tighter.
"I'll take care of you"
The way you say it makes him almost melt on the spot, the warmth in his body spreading into his chest from the way you're being so sweet to him, almost overpowering the throbbing going on between his legs.
You notice the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly, and that gives you the confirmation you need, carefully moving your hand downwards to rub gently over the outline of the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.
Choso lets out a slightly strangled gasp, throwing his head back against the headboard, clearly in a whole other headspace at the moment, and you continue tracing him through his pants, fingers wrapping around as much as they can with the fabric in the way. Sure you've felt him before, but that was with your ass, now you actually get to feel him out almost properly, which is exciting for some reason.
Noticing the way his breathing gets a bit heavier, you decide that he's endured enough of your teasing.
"mind getting your pants off for me?" you lift your other hand up to the side of his face, tilting it slightly so that he faces you, "and boxers too"
His eyes shoot open and before he can even register it he's fumbling to get his clothes down, thumbs hooking under both waistbands to shift them midway down his thighs.
Noticing the way his erection springs free and stands up makes his face heat up, and the way it's already dripping slightly doesn't seem to help.
You choose not to give him the time to get too embarrassed or nervous about his reaction, moving your hand to wrap around the base and giving him a few small strokes, avoiding getting too close to the tip.
Choso let's out a whine, dick twitching slightly in your hand as his hands move to hold him up against the bed, breathing speeding up the longer your hand remains around him.
"all good?"
He answers with a small 'mhm' before swallowing thickly and letting out a shuddered breath. You take it as a go ahead, moving your hand up his length, thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the slickness over your fingers and allowing them to glide over him better, beginning to properly stroke him base to tip, flicking your wrist around the head.
Choso's whines and whimpers mix with the occasional moans, getting slightly louder as you continue your movements, hand seemingly working magic on him. He's never felt this before, even when you were on his lap it didn't feel nearly as good, this was just so much more intense than anything he's ever experienced, and it overwhelmed him slightly.
He did not want this to stop.
And neither did you.
His voice was making you never want to stop. The way his breathing would hitch and he would let out strangled groans every time you'd bring focus back to the tip, swiping your palm over it in circular motions making him feel like he would burst right then and there.
It's when he lets out a breathless plea of your name that something in you snaps, hand tightening slightly around him and giving him a particularly harsh jerk that makes it impossible for him not to finish, ropes of white shooting over your hand as his head is thrown back hard enough against the headboard to make a thump, which goes completely unnoticed by the both of you.
Something about the way he said your name made you want to keep doing this, even if just to hear him say it again. You're brought out of your trance when he finally speaks up.
"sorry- about... that"
You blink at him in confusion for a moment before looking down at your hand, noticing what he meant.
"oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind"
You hum, shifting up to reach over to grab some tissues, wiping your hands and passing him a few to clean up his softening dick, noticing the way his cheeks redden slightly as he mumbles a small 'thanks'.
"and no need to be so awkward about it" you lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek, before getting off the bed to go toss the tissues, though not getting far as his hand finds your wrist, keeping you from walking away.
"no- I- don't leave-"
His panicked expression sends a pang through your heart, and you let yourself shift back down onto the edge of the bed, leaning in to gently press your lips to his.
"I'm not, I'll be back in a second"
He pauses, sighing before letting go of your hand, giving you the chance to pick up all the tissues and hurry out to go toss them out and wash your hands before coming right back and into his bed once more, where you spent the rest of the night
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forsaken-headcanons · 2 days ago
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SOME HEADCANONS :33
1. Noob was female before becoming Genderfluid,, yesyes I Headcanon that Party Noob is them before they came out.
2. They came out to their parents right before becoming forsaken, the coming out didnt go so well so they ended up running away. The parents eventually accepted Noob's identity, making a “missing” poster for them and using their correct pronoun. The parents regret not accepting them sooner. ( Noob genuinely thought their parents hadn't accepted them during their time in forsaken, before seeing that missing poster in the lobby / cabin. )
3. Elliot was one of the first people to arrive at the cabin, 007n7 was second, Twotime was third, Noob was the fourth!!, Chance was the fifth, Guest 1337 was Sixth, Shedletsky and Builderman was Seventh and eighth, TAPH was the ninth, and duskesar was the final one!!
4. The Npcs are canon in the lobby, but!! The surviours don't think much of them since they don't talk much. Robloxians and Npcs are different from each other. ( Robloxians Were built different, you see.. )
5. Mafiso's group are actually a group of survivors too and are jst, beefing with the other group since chance was one of them. ( Pre-forsaken. )
The Spectre has the groups separated from each other and live from across each other. ( yk how if you walk outside of the uhh.. cabin inside the lobby and go to the docks?, you can see an island in the distance. I hc that that's where Mafiso's group live at. They CAN cross over to where Our group is but it's rlly far so they don't really bother going over. )
The only times they cross over to our group, it's when Mafiso is REALLY pissed off ( normally after rounds. ) or if their planning on stealing from our group.
The spectre makes them have rounds with each other. ( Mostly rare, this is actually how the groups found out about each other's existence. )
Mafiso has Personal connection with the Spectre ( 😱😱😱 ) and so, bc of that, Mafiso sometimes talks to our group's killers.
6. Elliot also has personal correction with the Spectre...
7. Elliot greets everyone when they first arrived. ( Exception to 007n7 as they were both teleported together and Elliot having a disliking to him. )
8. Elliot actually helped Noob alittle with their transition!! ( Ex: cutting their hair and giving them clothes. )
9. Noob got forsakened on their birthday.
10. Jane Doe and John Doe were Npcs!!, both soon became sentient, because of this, They were turned to surviours.
11. John had a bug in his system which was his arm being all glitchy and stuff, John wanted to cut his arm off to prevent it from corrupting him with a sword but Noob stopped him which eventually became John doe's demise.
12. Noob thinks it's their fault and feel horrible for it, if they hadn't stopped John doe, maybe things would've turned out okay. ( Which kinda is, kinda isn't. John was bound to be corrupted regardless. )
13. The last Guest is actually a movie in the forsaken universe.
14. Noob And Guest 666 used to have plushies of each other. ( Noob still has the plush. )
15. The spectre does have a physical form.
16. Telamon exists !! 😋😋, he's more treated like a Old myth/legend but he did actually existed!!
17. Noob talks in slang sometimes.
18. When everyone arrived in the first round, they weren't sure how their abilities worked and wasn't really sure of what was going on. Noob was the first to die in that round. ( Everyone thought they were gonna die for real, obv. )
19. Surviours respawn but it used to take weeks or days to. Twotime is Mostly the one to respawn immediately. ( The first time they had, they almost went insane though to them thinking all the other survivors were just hallucinations as the others took a long time to respawn. ) however, As the rounds proceeded on, the respawning took alot faster.
20. Noob thinks Jane Doe dislikes them though to the whole John doe situation, often avoiding her or apologizing to her.. ALOT.
what's this..? headcanons for.. for our goat Noob?? is this heaven /silly
NOOO NOOB!! honey no it's okay you didn't know :((
dude imagine how crappy they'll feel when guest 666 gets added as a killer... like. what was once a comforting face sown to the only fragment left of the past now brings more than just tears streaming down their face. no, it too now brings fear, and they can't help but leave it to collect dust, abandoned in the same way their hope for the future had been. guhguihaikuwljdhja can you tell we like noob /silly
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maevawrites · 21 hours ago
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'and they were neighbors' . . . jack abbott - mini series
✦ disclaimers/wanrings: drabble, fluff, cuteness, the use of y/n, y/n/n, & y/l/n, abbott elementary-style f!teacher x jack abbott (the pitt), written with a black reader in mind but anyone is welcome to read, reader is an art teacher, let’s just pretend abbott elementary and the pitt are in the same area for the sake of this, possible grammar and spelling mistakes...
✦ summary: for six months, the apartment next to jack's has been empty. then when summer rolls around, someone finally moves in—you. with your shy eyes and open heart, jack can't help but gravitate towards you.
✦ word count: 400
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imagine... jack abbott with an art teacher who will be working at abbott elementary the upcoming fall.
it had been six months, and the apartment next to his was still empty. he wasn't complaining though, the old tenant happened to be an aspiring saxophonist who, frankly, wasn't very good. jack had spent far too many mornings unwillingly listening to saxophone practices while trying to catch up on sleep before he was off to work that same night.
so when the guy came knocking on his door one day with a cardboard box in hand and explaining how he found a "gig" in louisiana and wanted to say his farewells, jack couldn't have been more than happier to say goodbye and get some peace and quiet back.
it had been a nice couple of silent months.
but then, summer came.
it was already hot when jack was getting home one early morning from shift. the sun was beaming and the air almost felt sticky from the summer heat. as he trudged his way back to his apartment floor with heavy shoulders, he was more than surprised to see an assortment of boxes stacked near the empty apartment by his own, the door opened ajar.
and then he saw you.
you wore a pair of overalls splattered with dried paint, a white tank peeking from underneath. your hair was up in a puff, edges slightly curling up from the heat and effort of moving things around. a pair of oversized clear glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose as you struggled to drag in a potted plant that had no business being brought indoors into your now apartment.
jack blinked.
then blinked again.
you looked like... a burst of color. a walking, breathing palette of warmth.
he stood for a second longer than he meant to, before slowly making his way over to you, dropping his backpack by his door.
"need a hand?" he finally asked, voice gruff and filled with exhaustion.
you looked up, startled. "oh—hi! uhm.. yes? if you don't mind?"
he did. he really did. all jack wanted to do on his way home was take a long shower and try to sleep. his body was sore, foot aching from his very long 12 hour shift.
but it was you.
something about you radiated everything he wasn't, and maybe—everything he needed.
so he stayed.
because it wouldn't hurt to help out his new neighbor... right?
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✦ maeva’s thoughts: LMFAO hey y'all. it's been a minute but yk, life happens. i actually had a robby oneshot in the works but scrapped it cus i just didn't like how it was turning out (might post it in the future...) and decided to make this mini series instead. i was thinking... abbott elementary x the pitt would acc go so hard so i haddd to do it.
again i wanted to thank you guys sm for interacting w my blog whether that was following me or just liking one of my posts. it’s means a lot to me!
also i made these dividers myself so ntmmm if they look kinda bad… 😅
hope y'all enjoyed.
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pritong-baboy · 11 hours ago
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You know what? Let's add Knockout to the mix of TFP Longest-Custody-battle, where he is genuinely concerned at Bumblebee's wellbeing. Like, yeah, Him and Breakdown always wanted a sparkling but since Breakdown is dead, that dream will never be fulfilled but at least he's not crazy enough to stole someone else's sparkling and forcibly turn them into their sparkling!
So he just decided to try and actually help Bumblebee around the nemesis, but since Bumblebee is already having a hard time with avoiding Shockwave's 'logical' conclusion, and Soundwave trying to turn him into his cassette (And laserbeak too who is on board with having a new sibling and kept pestering him about it), Bumblebee ended up also avoiding Knockout and Knockout is just like "By the Allspark, I am literally the only sane mech in this Primus forsaken sake! Listen to me!"
Let's also add Starscream to the mix, where at first he only helped knockout cause he thinks that it would piss shockwave off, but then he looked closely and realized "oh frag, that kid is in actual trouble" And also try to help? But he's just doing his best, to not piss off shockwave AND Soundwave, and who knows? Maybe he'll be the one to relay all about this to the Autobots?
Megatron is also there, but he's just letting this drama goes on cause one, that's just an Autobot that prime really cares about and he genuinely don't care, and two, he likes the drama (and three, he doesn't want to say no to Soundwave cause he's his oldest friend by that point and to shockwave, cause.. Well, he's shockwave, if he says it's logical then it's damn logical, no argument on that.)
knockout being the only normal one is actually real as hell, actually. i feel like starscream would help out bumblebee as part of a scheme though, but only AT FIRST, until he's forced to keep interacting with him and he realizes that his coworkers are kinda unhinged.
and i like the kind of loyal vs unloyal decepticons happening here. starscream and knockout being known as "cowards" that have wavering loyalty being the only ones to notice how weird soundwave/shockwave are being is sooo good.
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clrindelune · 1 day ago
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my #1 day with you ; seishiro nagi
(birthday special)
a/n: there's quite a lot of reo in this! but it's the plot, so read on. the nagi part is good (trust)
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Don't you remember the first day we met?
Making friends with Reo Mikage, who thought everyone's attempt at trying to befriend him had a hidden motive of wanting his money only, seemed like an impossible feat. But there you were. You've been friends for almost two years now.
But the next person - Seishiro Nagi. He was probably the most difficult person to ever exist on the planet. You have to question how Reo even got him to play soccer with him, knowing that he's too lazy to walk and too lazy to even eat! No matter, though - he's easy enough to befriend. Wherever Reo went, you simply followed along, and whenever Nagi was alone? You followed him closely, loudly talking about your day, even though it was clear he couldn't care less about you or your ramblings.
The days of following him around turned into weeks, and after weeks, it became months. Safe to say, he did not react even once to you. At all. He didn't even look at you. He wasn't even looking straight. He was looking down, or at the side like the plain walls were so interesting to him! Thus, it was only natural that you gave up. He doesn't even care!
The days of your usual behavior suddenly stopped on a random day in the middle of April, and yes, you actually began counting the days in which you stopped talking to him. He's comparable to a wall!
"What are you even talking about?" Reo's voice was slightly muffled by the bubbly, clear soda-flavored ice pop in his mouth. He sank further back onto the rough couch, his sleeveless shirt sagging off one shoulder as his body took up the entire length of the small piece of furniture. The fan buzzed loudly above, every rotation making the old metal creak noisily, and all the windows were wide open, and yet it still felt like the Sahara in your house.
You deadpanned at him with a hazardously neon orange ice pop of your own sitting in your mouth, rolling your eyes playfully before sitting on the floor and leaning your back onto the sofa cushions.
You took out the cool stick from your mouth, watching as beads of your own saliva dripped down the ice. "What do you mean by 'what are you even talking about?'" You asked back, and you could hear Reo's amused puff of laughter.
"What?" You glared at him sharply. That only made him laugh more, sweat trickling down the sides of his face as his body shook with every breathy laughter. He held his popsicle in his hand, and it looked seconds from falling onto the floor.
"Nothing, nothing." He finally said after he relaxed down. "You know, his birthday's tomorrow."
His voice was definitely hinting at something.
"So...?" You trailed off, waiting for him to continue.
"Oh, jeez! You two are gonna be the end of me."
"Huh?"
"I'm saying, you should do something for him!" Reo said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It really wasn't. "He doesn't celebrate his birthday, and since..." He looked at you with raised eyebrows and a knowing look. "You know, maybe he'll celebrate if it comes to you! And maybe something else will happen!"
Seriously?
"Bro."
"Don't 'bro' me, it's excellent!"
"First of all, I can call you whatever as I please, bro." You repeated. "Second of all, it's excellently terrible! Excuse me, but I highly recall that I was being ignored by him, for months!" You retorted, shoving the popsicle into your mouth angrily. Remembering all that self-humiliation now was horrible! "I've always liked him, and for me to just... I can't!"
"You can! And I mean... It never hurts to try?"
Reo was kinda right. After such a long time after following him around, there was a one-sided crush starting to harbor. You learnt a lot of his habits he probably didn't even know himself. You knew his likes and dislikes without even having to ask anyone. You found him more attractive with every passing day, but the fact that he always ignored you gave you a heavy amount of doubt.
Reo seemed to have notice your composure breaking. He just needed to push it a little further...
"Sometimes, there's a good reason people ignore you." He grinned.
Your hand curled up into a fist before you slammed the floor suddenly, agitated.
There you go.
"Okay, okay, I get it!" You snapped, standing up to turn and look at him from above. Your brows were furrowed in frustration, and your face was red, whether from the heat or your very energetic imagination, you didn't know.
Reo's grin merely grew wider at your expression.
You sighed, your body slumping back onto the wooden floor in resigned tiredness. "I'm gonna confess to him tomorrow. I don't care if he rejects me, or ignores my ass for the thousandth time in a row." You mutter, placing a hand over your stomach. "I can't do this anymore, Reo..." You dragged your words lazily.
"That's the spirit! See, it's not that hard, isn't it?"
"I'm gonna kill you one day."
"Hey, look who it is!" Reo's cheerful voice sounded from the other end of the corridor. You quickly shove the small, white gift box into your school bad, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before walking towards him.
"Good luck for today!" He placed a hand on your shoulder, patting it affectionately. He was so... easygoing, a huge contrary to your absolute fear and churning stomach. You stopped talking to Nagi for a very long time. "By the way, he's alone in class. I managed to get him alone! Aren't I great?" Reo added on, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly after seeing your nervous expression.
"Yeah. Thanks, Reo." You nodded, attempting to smile but it came out with pursed lips instead. Rep shrugged internally, figuring he probably couldn't do much about the state you were in.
"Well, I gotta go! All the best!" He ran off, not sparing you another glance.
The classroom door rolled open with a soft thud as it hit the wall. There, you saw a figure with tousled snow white hair, head on the desk he faced the other side of the classroom. He turned towards the door and looked up, hearing the quiet disruption of his slumber.
You stood at the door, never feeling so tense before. Oh shit.
His gray eyes blinked at you. Once. Twice. Then he opened his mouth to speak.
"Oh, it's you."
You were speechless now. So he did acknowledge your presence. Then why in the world did he act like he never did?
"You're the one who followed me for... months."
You scratched your cheek awkwardly, nodding your head slightly. "Yeah."
The room rests in stiffling silence, the both of you wanting to say something, but never really wanting to. Someone had to make the first move, or you would most definitely suffocate soon. You took a deep breath, jaw clenched tightly as you walk towards him, a hand digging through your bag for the white box you spent the whole night wrapping.
"I," you started. You could already feel your heartbeat speeding up with every second that passed. "I, um, bought this for you." You place the box down on the corner of the table, the only free space that wasn't taken up by his head. "Happy birthday-!" You blurted out your wish, and quickly attempted to make a run for it, but you felt long fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back softly.
Now it was your turn to blink. What?
"No, that's not fair..." Nagi yawned, reluctantly moving his head to rest it on his free palm. He didn't let go of your wrist, though. He was looking at you blankly, his eyes seemingly boring into your very soul, but hey, at least he was maintaining eye contact.
"You can't just run away like that."
"Just stay a little longer."
Your lips parted, and you tried to keep your mouth close. You literally just stood there, in total shock, frozen in place. No actions. No words. Everything he said just- You didn't get it.
"Hmm...?" He hummed, clearly confused as to why you weren't saying anything. "What are you still standing there for?" He pushed his seat outwards a little, leaning back into the wooden chair.
Without giving you a chance to answer, he tugged at your arm again, but this time firmer. Firm enough for you to be caught off balance and fall into his lap clumsily.
"Nagi-! I'm-" You quickly make an attempt to get up from his lap, but you realized you wouldn't be able to.
Not with his hands around your waist so tightly.
"No, don't get up. That's a hassle..." You could feel his breath fanning on your neck, sending a shiver coursing through your body. Your cheeks bloomed with a rosy red, the colour dusting the nape of your neck and the tip of your ears as well. "Just stay here." He kissed your neck gently, lips latching onto your skin, before moving to kiss the nape of your neck.
Nagi hummed, the vibrations echoing in your ear.
"I guess I should open this, right?" His hands reached forward to grab the neatly wrapped gift. It had a basic white wrapping paper, wrapped with black ribbons and a note under the elegant string.
"Hold on- Nagi, I have so many questions!" You interrupted him, your palms covered in sweat and your heart pounding so fast you were scared it'll explode.
"What is it? Go on, princess." Despite your interruption, he still continued to unwrap the gift, opening the card immediately, his eyes scanning over the neatly written words, all in cursive you spent hours perfecting.
"I thought you didn't like me? Why else would you be ignoring me then? And also, this is a position we should definitely not be in!" You blurted out, all in a single breath.
He didn't respond, instead focused on reading the card. It was hard to see from such an angle, but you could tell he was... maybe amused? You cringed at your own words in the card.
He let out a small chuckle as he finished reading the card, closing the paper and placing it aside on the table. "Because I like you." That was all he answered, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. His voice held the slightest hint of fondness for you.
"That doesn't explain anything." You muttered.
Nagi hummed again, this time, he seemed be thinking deeply. After considerable thought, he said, "You'll find out one day."
You found his behaviour cute, but at the same time frustrating, Was he trying to imply something?
"Don't pout, you look cuter when you smile." He poked your cheek once, making you jump in his lap. He really was that smooth?!
"Time for the gift. Thank you, by the way." He thanked you softly, tearing the wrapping paper into pieces, before it revealed a simple cardboard box. He wasted no time in opening it and taking out the contents, and now you began praying. You prayed he would like it, as you spend those months figuring out what kind of things he'd like.
"...Keychains?" He mused, the metal beads and charms dangling from his fingers. He sounded... surprised.
"I thought it'd be cute if we match." You explained, playing with your fingers worriedly.
"Hm, yeah. It is cute."
You glanced at him briefly, and you saw him smiling. Not just a small smile, a curve of his lips.
No.
Seishiro Nagi, the guy who this girl attempted for months to befriend, not because she thought it was funny, but because she wanted to actually know him as a person, was full on smiling. A bright yet soft smile danced on his lips as he nuzzled his head into your neck. You could feel the large curve of his lips on your skin and for the first time in months -
You had finally befriended Seishiro Nagi.
"We're dating now, right?"
Excuse me?
"I mean, here you are. A pretty girl sitting on my lap, and we have matching keychains. Basically we're dating now. That's what Reo's explanation was."
"What?!"
Don't you remember our first day?
"Now, I want to spend my whole life with you."
"I'm sorry I ignored you before. I couldn't look at you without feeling like my heart was going to explode, I felt like, if I responded, my words would be weird."
"Everyday, I look at those keychains you bought, and realise that my life truly only started the day we met."
"I don't need birthday gifts, knowing you'll be here with me, next to me, every single year until we grow old together."
"So, please, I ask."
"Will you marry me?"
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vacate-et-scire · 2 days ago
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“Again?!” – Part 1
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Tony Stark x Civilian!Reader
Synopsis: You spilled your drink on a stranger. Then you Googled him.
Warnings: [None I hope, pure fluff and kinda awkward situations] [foriegn reader you are not from the states in this <3] [fem reader]
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You’re gonna be late.
Not fashionably, not charmingly. Actually late.
You’d planned to be early. You needed to be early. Your first day at your first job since landing in the country—everything about it made your heart pound a little too fast. You’d practiced your introduction three times in the mirror this morning, brushed imaginary lint off your blazer until it pilled. You couldn’t afford to look like a mess. Not today. Not when you’re already nervous that every mistake you make will be noticed harder, judged faster, weighed heavier.
You don’t want to be the immigrant they talk about behind closed doors. You want to be invisible. Or better: impressive.
But no. Your subway stalled, your walking directions turned you in a circle, and now, to top it all off, your English is trying to abandon you under pressure.
You shove into the nearest café, praying the line is short. It’s not.
You order fast. “Matcha, cold, uh—ice. Please. Tall. I mean… medium?”
You’re not even sure what you just said, but the barista takes your card and you move to the pickup counter, clutching your phone with the directions still open. 9:12 a.m. You need to be in the building by 9:30. It's a ten-minute walk. You're cutting it close.
So when your name is called, you grab the cup too fast. Turn too sharply. And crash right into someone waiting behind you.
The drink goes flying.
The ice arcs like shrapnel. Matcha explodes across an expensive grey button-up, dripping down in streaks of soft green horror.
You freeze.
“Oh no,” you blurt, already lunging for napkins. “I didn’t—oh god, I didn’t see, I wasn’t—!”
The man takes a stunned step back, blinking down at himself. The drink has fully committed to soaking him. There's a single cube of ice clinging to his collarbone like a final insult.
You reach out helplessly with a napkin, then freeze halfway, not wanting to actually… touch him. Not now. Not like this.
“I’m sorry,” you say, too quickly. “I am late, I—first day, new job, I was not—my hand slipped, but I pay for shirt, I clean, please don’t—don’t be mad.”
Your words trip and tangle with your accent. You hate how it makes you sound so unsure.
To your shock, the man doesn’t yell. Doesn’t flinch. In fact, his mouth quirks upward like this is funny. Like this—you—are funny.
“Well,” he says, shaking out the front of his shirt like he does this sort of thing on the regular. “That’s one way to make a first impression.”
You flush. “Please don’t be angry. I don’t want to lose my job. I already… it’s already hard.”
His eyebrows tick upward. The grin softens.
“I’m not angry,” he says. “Trust me, I’ve had worse mornings.”
You frown. “You are… very calm.”
“Yeah, well. You look like you might actually cry,” he says, tilting his head. “Didn’t want to risk making you the one who ends up comforting me.”
You let out a helpless, mortified little noise and try to mop a bit of matcha off the counter. “This is so bad. I am so late now. I was trying to be professional.”
“Mm. How’s that going?”
You glare at him, but there’s no heat in it. “I will cry. Don’t test me.”
He laughs at that. It’s warm. Easy. The kind of laugh that makes you feel like you’ve already won something just by making it happen.
You glance at the barista, who’s biting her lip behind the counter, eyes darting between the two of you like she’s watching a scene from a romcom.
“Here,” she says finally, sliding a fresh matcha toward you. “No charge. And… maybe next time don’t drink and drive.”
“That is not funny,” you mutter, cheeks burning.
The man takes the extra napkins she offers and dabs at his shirt without much concern. You watch a splotch of green sink deeper into his lapel.
“I’ll live,” he says. “Though if I turn into the Hulk, I expect a formal apology.”
You furrow your brow. “That’s not how Hulk works.”
He pauses. Grins. “You’d be surprised how often I hear that.”
You don’t have time to ask what that means. Your phone buzzes in your hand: 9:17 a.m.
You curse under your breath and look up at him one last time, guilt gnawing at your stomach.
“I really am sorry,” you say again. “You were just… standing there. I wasn’t watching. It’s my fault.”
He shrugs, stuffing soggy napkins into a nearby trash bin. “You were in a rush. I get it. Maybe I should’ve worn green.”
You smile, despite yourself. “Thank you. For not yelling. Or suing.”
“Maybe I’ll save it for next time.”
“There will not be a next time.”
He just hums. Like he knows something you don’t.
And before you can ask his name—or offer yours—he waves a lazy hand and slips out the door, sunglasses already on, like this was all just another Tuesday.
You're left with your second drink, a ruined timeline, and a weird buzzing in your chest like the day just veered off script.
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The second time you see him, your heart doesn’t race.
It stops.
You’re halfway out the same café—new drink clutched in hand, head down, feet steady—when someone steps aside to hold the door for you. You glance up.
It’s him.
No spilled drink this time. No crowd. Just him. Crisp charcoal suit, clean today. Casual expression. That same slightly lazy posture, like he has nowhere urgent to be despite the fact that he’s clearly the kind of man who always has somewhere important to be.
You freeze.
For a second, you consider backing away and pretending you forgot something. Or leaving the drink behind. Or vanishing.
But he speaks first.
“You made it to work alright, then?” he asks.
His voice is calm. Dry, but not mocking. Like it’s a question he genuinely wanted to ask, even if he didn’t expect to get the chance.
You nod once, too quickly. “Yes. I was… not too late.”
“That’s good,” he says. “Didn’t want to ruin your first day. That’d be a hell of a reputation to start with. ‘Green-shirt girl who cries and runs.’”
You don’t laugh. You barely even breathe. Not because you’re panicking—more because your body is trying to figure out what the right emotion is. Embarrassment? Suspicion? Wariness?
You settle on something closer to cautious politeness.
“I didn’t catch your name,” you say quietly, shifting your weight.
He reaches for his drink from the counter behind you, then glances back. “Tony.”
You nod. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he says. And that’s it. He gives you a small nod, steps aside, and lets you walk past him like you’re strangers again.
You exit the café like a normal person. Even wave a little, because you’re trying to seem polite. Calm. Unbothered.
It works—until you get halfway down the block, and the name Tony sticks in your head like a splinter.
Tony.
Something about it itches at your memory. Not the name itself. Him. His tone. His face. The way people had been glancing at him inside the café. That weird moment when the barista caught your eye and gave you a look—like how does she not know who that is.
You walk faster.
You wait until you’re inside the breakroom at your new job, alone, your paper cup sweating in your hands, and then you unlock your phone. Open a browser. Type just Tony —then delete it, realizing how stupid that is.
You try again.
Tony suit glasses goatee.
You scroll. Nothing.
You bite your lip.
Then finally, you try what you should’ve started with:
Tony New York.
You were expecting some lawyer. A CEO. Maybe an author. Something mild.
What you get is headlines. Dozens. Articles. Photos. Entire pages of search results that feel like someone just grabbed the edges of your reality and tugged.
"Tony Stark Re-Emerges at Stark Industries Gala""IRON MAN Makes Surprise Statement on Midtown Innovation Project""Billionaire, Philanthropist, Superhero—and Now, Bachelor Again?"
You scroll. Scroll again. Then stop.
There’s a picture.
It’s him.
It’s him.
Wearing a different suit, yes—but the same face, same smirk, same stupidly expensive sunglasses perched in his hair.
Your chest feels tight. Not like fear. More like… the ground moved, and now you’re not sure where your feet are.
You remember holding a crumpled napkin out to him like a child.
You remember telling him you didn’t want to lose your job. That it was already hard.
You remember offering to pay for his shirt which was probably worth more than your years worth salary.
You lock your phone and stare at the wall for a full sixty seconds.
You walked away from Tony Stark like he was just some annoying guy in your way.
You wonder if this is the kind of story people laugh about at parties—"this one time, some foreign girl dumped matcha on Tony Stark and didn’t even recognize him."
You wonder if he's told anyone yet.
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And across town—
Tony is lying on a sleek leather couch, changed into a new shirt, and grinning like a man who just had a religious experience.
He has no idea what your name is. No way to find you. And that is, frankly, unacceptable.
“You should’ve seen her, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he says, tossing a balled-up napkin into the trash across the room. “Didn’t know who I was. At all. Looked me dead in the face like I was just another guy.”
“Unthinkable,” the AI deadpans.
“And then the drink!” he says, raising his hands up up like it was a magical moment. “Most people notice me before running into me head on and making a mess.”
“She seemed… distressed.”
“She was honest,” Tony says, pointing. “You know how rare that is? No fawning. No social climbing. Just genuine gult. I haven’t seen that in years.”
“She did say she didn’t want to lose her job. Perhaps you should let her go.”
“Oh no. ” Tony leans back again, fingers steepled.
“What would you like me to do?”
Tony taps his temple. “Find her.”
F.R.I.D.A.Y. hums in a way that sounds suspiciously like disapproval. “You don’t even know her name.”
“She bought a matcha. Around 9:15 a.m. from that coffee shop on 43rd. Cross-check her transaction with security footage. Filter for panicked young women with very good hair and poor aim.”
“You’re really doing this?”
“Listen,” he says, folding his hands over his stomach. “You get doused in iced green sludge and walk away with a crush," He says the word mockingly childish "You ignore the universe. I’m not that guy.”
He doesn’t say it out loud, but he’s thinking it: She didn’t look at me like Iron Man. Or someone to suck up to. She looked at me like a mess...She was kinda right.. very right.
And he wants more of that.
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To Be Continued…?
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poppyseed-cheesecake · 2 days ago
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Fourth and final part of the Sylus yearner fic
Turns out they're not done, mc out was just the appetizer, now comes the main course
Part one Part two Part three
"I kinda feel bad about just receiving."
Your fingers scratched his scalp. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture. One he'd yearned for more than he was willing to admit.
"Hmh, you don't have to feel bad, sweetie. I happen to enjoy giving. Quite frankly, I wish you'd let me give more."
He drew small circles on your bare belly. Neither of you had moved much in the past five minutes. The spot on your thighs was one he would only give up by force, and you yourself didn't seem to mind his heavy head in your lap either.
Though you had offered him to come up onto the sofa earlier. An offer he'd firmly declined, on his knees between your legs was the place to be.
He had every intention to hold you in his arms all night long, right now though, this was heaven.
"Ugh you know what I mean."
You tapped his forehead. Sylus took the chance to capture your hand, to press soft kisses into your palm.
"Do I?"
It was muffled, but you could still hear his smug smirk, he was sure of that. As punishment for his teasing you tried to pinch his lower lip, only to find his teeth in the meat of your palm, sliding up towards your fingers, taking them in too.
"Hey!"
You yanked the bitten hand away and pretended to nurse horrific wounds. If he died right now he'd be content.
"I'm more than happy to keep going though, sweetheart. But only if you truly want to."
His gentle circles turned into full on palming of your body, your belly, your thighs, your hips...
Now that he'd cum twice he felt that he could make a more dignified attempt. And he was eager to see you lose some dignity in his arms in turn.
Calloused hands took his face, his lips parted, there was something in him that wanted you to just shove his face back onto your pussy and hold him there until you were satisfied.
While you didn't do that, he still wasn't disappointed when you pulled him up, his chin resting on your chest, and your lips ghosting over his nose.
"If you keep touching me like that I'll want a lot more than what we just did."
Fuck, how arrogant of him to even think he'd be able to save face this time.
There was nothing he could do against the breathless, hungry kisses. He was on top of you again, this time putting some weight on you. There was no doubt you could feel his growing erection grinding against your belly. Not that you seemed to mind. Your hands greedily roaming over his body, squeezing and scratching. His moans vibrated in your throat.
And then he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder. You squealed, playfully hitting his back and kicking your legs.
He basically tossed you onto his massive bed, silken sheets welcoming you like they'd waited as long as him.
You giggled, trying to untangle your limbs, when big hands tugged your sweatshirt off and pushed you down with ease.
Sylus could keel over, so breathtakingly beautiful were you, in your lacy bra and damp panties, pushed down onto his bed, his knees between your legs.
Actually, the lingerie was in the way, he'd admired you in it, but now he wanted it off. He wanted to see everything, the only fabric that touched your skin should be his sheets.
His hands slid down your knees while he bent over to kiss and lick at your skin. Your breath hitched when he dragged your panties off. Your bra quickly followed and he came back up to admire you fully now. One hand pressed to your chest to keep you flat on your back.
You squirmed under his gaze, clearly unprepared for the intensity of it. Or perhaps you were just now realizing that this was more than just sex to him.
His hand slid lower, pressing onto your belly now. You gasped.
Sylus had trouble believing this was real, what if this was all just a dream? It was too perfect, too -
A kick to the chest snapped him out of it.
"Stop stariiiing. Just-"
You grabbed his chain, yanked him closer.
"-Just do something already!"
Right, he could fret and worry all he wanted later. Even if this was a dream - Sylus would enjoy this.
As hard as it was to stop drinking in the view below him, he bent down. Gathered your hands into his and held them in place.
"Hmh ~ what do you want me to do then, kitten?"
He would do anything. Quite literally. Just the prospect of hearing you say exactly what you wanted - it made him shiver with excitement.
The frustrated huff against his neck had him bristle.
"Well for starters keep the chain on."
Now that made him sit back up a bit so he could look at you.
"Oh? You like that?"
"Pft, you're the one who put it on."
A trail of kisses from your forehead to your jaw. Featherlight.
"Hmh, and what else?"
He moved lower, kisses turned into bites, not yet strong enough to mark you, but he would do his utmost to make sure you'd walk out of here with some sort of proof of his touch.
"Ah- I dunno. Just - get on with it! I'll tell you if I don't - ah! - like it!"
Hearing your reactions was riling up even more. Sylus wanted to tease you, make you tell him what you wanted but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
"That's a dangerous thing to say."
You scoffed. Big, warm hands travelled down your arms, over your chest, your belly, your thighs, in one continuuous motion. With more pressure behind it than either of you had expected. The need to feel you, to be closer to you - it was just too strong. Every inch of skin he felt didn't feel like enough while still being overwhelming. His hands had to travel over your body back and forth this way several times, each time revelling in how your body followed his touch, how the satin sheets rippled around your form, until Sylus could decide where - how - he wanted to start.
Your face was the most important part. The moonlight danced on your features, and it was only correct for his fingers to do the same. So he traced your features, committing the way you leaned into his touch to memory. One hand steadied him next to your head, his weight denting the matress and squishing your face against his arm. Sylus had to watch you. Closely. His other hand travelled lower, first gentle, then turning greedier, and, when you craned your neck to press kisses onto his arm, his touch became erratic. He'd wanted to slowly move down, make you wait and want it. But he couldn't.
His fingers were between your folds in seconds, massaging gently over wet skin. His clothed erection, previously resting against your core, was now twitching against the back of his hand.
You clawed into his arm, impatient.
"Syluus..."
And bucked up against the hand so cruelly teasing you. To hell with it.
Without warning a finger slipped in and you gasped, the meat of his palm against your clit as he started moving. It didn't take long for him to add another finger, and now both your hands dug into his arm.
Your mouth fell open, letting out pants and gasps he wished he could hear for the rest of his life. Your body moved beautifully with every thrust, he could watch you like this forever.
Right now, Sylus mourned his tail, two hands weren't enough to touch you with.
Your eyes, beautiful and half lidded, suddenly snapped open, and you made your best attempt at propping yourself up, failing miserably.
That made him pause.
"What is it?"
Had he done something wrong? Did he hurt you?
"Who told - ah - you to stop?"
Immediately he started back up again. It wasn't even a conscious thought. Awestruck he watched your second attempt. Whatever it was you were trying to do he loved every second of it, watching you struggling to sit up, his fingers still working inside you, gasps turned to moans escaping you all the while. So focused was he on your entire being that he didn't even realize how close he was bringing himself to the edge as well, how it was no longer his hand doing the work but his own hips rutting against it. You finally grabbed hold of the back of his neck and pulled yourself up far enough to support your body with one hand.
Panting, you took a moment, before clumsily pawing at his belt. It certainly wasn't easy but Sylus couldn't stop to help you. When your fingers grazed his cock he had to bite into your shoulder. He wouldn't cum in his pants again. Not today at least.
"Fu - Ah! - ck! Slo - slow down! Ah bit!"
With much effort he did, and he heard his belt unbuckle more than he felt it. His zipper open, weak attempts at pulling his pants and boxers down. This was torture.
Suddenly, the entire weight of the man fell onto you, crushed under his body when he took away his supporting arm to free his dick himself.
Feeling it fall onto your bare stomache took the air right out of his lungs. He knew he made some sort of sound, but it didn't register to him at all.
Instead he felt your hands and knees trying to wedge themselves underneath him, you soon reslized, despite all your strength, there was nothing you could do but pepper Sylus' shoulders with weak punches until he finally, slowly, propped himself back up. Hand still working inside you.
And your eyes went wide. He followed your gaze and was in awe. Of course he knew he was big, but seeing his cock on your body was something else entirely. And he realized he'd have to stretch you more. You probably did too.
Delicate fingers reached out, pressing on his leaking tip. Now he did hear his own gasps. Your hand slid further down his shaft, now flat against the soft skin, truly letting the size sink in.
"Ah - sweetie...if you keep going..."
Your fingers clamped down at the base, it hurt, but he didn't hate it. He wanted to sink inside you. God he wanted to fill you up. Slowly, surely, he took his fingers back, your whine almost offended at the loss of his touch.
"Wait! Tha - ah - That's not going to fit! Ugh - I - Ah! - need to work...tomorrow."
Kisses to your cheeks, your collarbones.
"Hmh...take the day off..."
Your grip tightened, without his input he started to roll his hips. His now free hand groping your body, leaving wet trails for him to lick up.
His lower belly felt hot.
"No! Seriously! Not - ah! - today!"
God your ass - he should've paid attention to it sooner.
Another squeeze earned you a sharp bite, this one would surely leave a mark on your chest.
"Then tell me...say what you want."
"...legs or something..."
"I didn't quite get that."
"Do my legs! Or something..."
You didn't have to say that twice. As soon as you released your iron grip he was fully on you. Your thighs pressed tightly together and twisted to the side while the rest of you was caged underneath.
His pace was erratic and desperate, he could feel your wetness with every thrust. Hands keeping your face steady while he buried his in the crook of your neck, alternating between pants and moans of your name. You didn't even have a chance to move, every part of you immobilized until his body tensed.
Open mouthed pleas turned into desperate bites, attempts to ground himself. It was too much, Sylus was certain he held you too hard, his fingers most definetly left bruises on your skin. Even as sticky warmth covered your belly and thighs, he kept going, trying his best to prolong his orgasm.
In the end, he rolled you fully onto your back and spread your legs. Panting, bretahing heavily, and painted with his cum.
A bruise blossoming on your chest.
Breathtaking.
And the night was still young.
I mostly just wrote this part because i forgot to add the oh no hes too big and mc doesnt wanna say ouch every time she sits down at work tmrw part
also i wanted to practice smut because thats not my biggest strength, i might do another completely seperate sylus yearner fic at some point since i think i gave him what he wanted too soon but well see, for now thanks for reading and i hope it was enjoyable
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a-vibing-potato · 1 day ago
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Here's the yapping :) (the following day so now I've already forgotten half of the episode but it'll come back to me, trust)
"Mommy Dearest" has got to be THE MOST Destiel episode of all time after "Free to Be You and Me" in Season 5. Like ACTUALLY. The entire time I was watching it I kept having to pause suddenly like "OH MY GOSH IT'S THIS QUOTE". I am NOT exaggerating, FOUR scenes in a row I was watching and then was like OH CRAP THIS QUOTE. "Cas, get outta my ass." The ENTIRE baby in a trench coat diner scene. The Cas staring out the window all melodramatically because Dean hurt his feelings. "I have a painful, burning sensation." Cas OBVIOUSLY checking out Dean's ass. Those are like FIVE scenes that I knew before watching this episode. Like I thought this episode would probably be kinda mid or average (mainly just because it's right before The Man Who Would Be King and I think that episode is gonna be an emotional angsty crazy roller coaster even though I haven't seen it yet) but oh my gosh! Cas really went off in this episode, and the Destiel is great, too and it's just awesome.
But a few thoughts on the actual plot of the episode (I'll put my Destiel obsession away for a second lol).
At the beginning of the episode Dean is like "I dunno guys, the phoenix ash doesn't burn me so how is it gonna burn Eve?" like. Is he dumb? Silver doesn't burn humans but it hurts SO many evil things. Same with salt! We literally EAT salt to LIVE, but it's effective on basically every monster ever. When did we start abiding by the logic of "Oh it has to hurt me to hurt them" like no??? It doesn't??? Sam literally says that, too, like "Maybe it's like iron or silver and hurts them but not us." and Dean's still hesitant?? Like it'll be okay, it'll work??
I also LOVE Cas in this episode (could you tell?) just because I love the episodes where he basically just tags along for the entire case like he's just a normal little guy, solving a mystery, hunting a monster (which is also why I love "Free to Be You and Me"). Like you're telling me a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent is stuffed in the body of that hot guy, and he's riding passenger princess style in the car? Yes PLEASE.
But I just loved how for the majority of the scenes, the four of them were grouped into pairs of Cas and Dean, and Sam and Bobby. Because 1) that means I get Destiel >:) and 2) I like the idea of Sam and Bobby getting father-son bonding time. Because we all know Dean's the favorite, Bobby ACTS like Dean's the favorite. But he also loves Sam. And I think it's cute :)
ALSO this episode felt like the one where Bobby truly accepted Cas as his son-in-law. The scenes at the sheriff's office just solidified that for me. Bobby talking to him about Sam and Dean going to take those two kids home, and Bobby comforting Cas that Sam and Dean just kinda do their own thing? Perfection. Also also, Cas is SO melodramatic in this episode and I love it. The staring dramatically out the window at the diner after Dean calls him a baby in a trench coat. "You don't know that. They might find more... wayward orphans, along the way." Like YES CAS. GET SASSY AND PETTY ABOUT IT. He deserves it. As a little treat :)
BUT PLOT RIGHT I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT THE PLOT
Eve infecting the people and turning them into monsters in the first scene reminds me of the Croatoan virus (MY BELOVED <333 I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY NIGHT BEFORE I GO TO BED SERIOUSLY CROATOAN IS THE EPISODE OF ALL TIME FOR ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I JUST LOVE A MYSTERY DISEASE IT'S THE HOUSE MD FANDOM IN MY COMING BACK). But they're all violent and attacking each other? Croatoan? No, but I love it like it was.
The whole scene with them all realizing they need a "friendly monster" and I was SURE they were gonna say Cas. But Dean was so oblivious! "Those are in short supply, don't you think?" Like he's standing. Right behind you!! It FELT like Sam was trying to lead him to the answer, too. "But we've met one or two, right?" And Dean that fucker, responds with "Maybe." LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS RIGHT THERE HAPPY TO HELP. But then they bring in Lenore???? From a LONG time ago???? I didn't even remember her I don't know who this bitch is???? Looking at the transcript it literally says she's from season 2 episode 3!! Am I actually expected to remember the name of a monster in ONE episode in early season 2 this much later??? Because I don't, that's very Magnus Archives of you to think I would remember a one-time monster by her first name. BUT her saying "I fed." was such a twist I loved it :) I did NOT love Cas killing her all of a sudden, I absolutely get why he did it, and I feel like she probably would have needed to be killed, but it was so sudden it was sad. :(
The entire diner scene is perfection, I love Bobby's confusion over an IPad, I love Cas getting all embarrassed and flustered that he can't search the town and THE LITTLE THROAT CLEAR babeeeeee before he tries again and looks like he's shitting himself. I love Dean calling him a baby in a trench coat and him staring out the window (can you tell now that I've mentioned it probably five times lol?). I love FINALLY understanding and knowing the context behind the clip "So Mom's making you limp?" "Figuratively, yes."
Timeskip because I don't have any big thoughts that I can remember or want to talk about for a bit...
But them getting arrested by the sheriff, nothing new except Cas' first arrest! (isn't it? I think so lol) Baby's first arrest of probably many.
The kids that Sam and Dean find (Joe and Ryan) are the cutest, I know they're meant to make us think of young Sam and Dean and they absolutely do oh my gosh. All the scenes with them are so sweet <33
Cas feels very jealous (well, I don't know if jealous is the right word but we're rolling with it) boyfriend in the scene with talking to Dean about the kids, very sassy, very snippy, but I ADORE him in it. He's practically begging Dean to stay there and Dean just won't listen. It's also giving lovers' spat, which, y'know. Great. I see where both of them are coming from, Cas wants to save possibly more people for the greater purpose, but Dean sees two kids that look like him and his kid brother and wants to save them.
THE BOBBY AND CAS SCENES ARE ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE IN THE ENTIRE EPISODE, PROBABLY EVEN MORE THAN THE DESTIEL SCENES WHICH IS CRAZY. Some worthy mentions being:
"They may find more wayward orphans along the way."
*the finger quotes on "sarcasm"*
"You don't let Sam and Dean Winchester do squat. They got what they gotta."
*the no-nonsense sass in Bobby's "Thoughts?"*
"I need five minutes alone with him." "Cas, your batteries are dead." "Give me five minutes." *SCENERY CHANGE TO Bobby drinking some kind of alcohol and listening to the pleasant sounds of muffled screaming coming from the other room, only mildly concerned* *Cas comes out with his hands SOAKED IN BLOOD. LIKE BOTH ARE COMPLETELY RED. He wipes off the blood (and looks hot as sin doing it) and has an address. It's later found out that he FUCKING DECAPITATED THE DUDE to get the address*
I don't get why Dean gave Cas a phoenix ash bullet when he literally says in this episode "I'm fairly unpracticed with firearms."??? Like???? Should we really be wasting a bullet by giving it to guy who's never shot anything before??? Anyway.
Not Eve literally just pretend-playing Restaurant inside as a waitress like is she seven. But also, go off queen.
THE FEELINGS I FELT WHEN SHE JUST CASUALLY GOT ALL THEIR PHOENIX ASH BULLETS BECAUSE YEAH, FUCK YOU, WE DID GO THROUGH A LOT TO GET THOSE. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH. AND NOW THEY'RE GONE. JUST LIKE THAT.
The natural order thing TOTALLY makes so much sense though. I get where she's coming from. Also, please don't wear our mother's skin suit like eww. Absolutely the fuck not ma'am.
The lore drop about Crowley, purgatory, human souls, etc. was so good and cool I love it. ALSO ALL THE WEIRD STUFF GOT EXPLAINED. Like there were a LOT of loose threads but they talked about all of them and I think wrapped up all the episode-centric plot holes!!
THE. FUCKING. TWIST. That Ryan was turned and Dean and Sam didn't even realize EVEN THOUGH THEY TESTED HIM WITH DOZENS OF TESTS. I screamed. (Also, my sister somehow fell asleep during this episode and slept through most of it??? because she's a freak and does that like how are you not on the edge of your seat, but when I gave her a crash course of what happened this episode via transcript, she literally thought Sam was turned. And I was like. Yeah. That would've been really cool, too. And totally on brand for Supernatural to do something like that to Sam.)
My FAVORITE part of the episode: Dean saying "Bite me.", Eve doing just that, and finding out that DEAN HAS PHOENIX ASH FLOWING THROUGH HIS BLOOD BECAUSE HE DRANK IT WITH A SHOT??? Your honor, I fucking love him, he's so crazy.
The dread from finding both kids dead after knowing that one was a killer like okay... but who killed them? Also Cas' whole "I told you so" look on his face for like two scenes lol he's so sassy in this episode and it's actually my favorite version of him.
Sulfur, demons, "Why would demons kill these kids? UNLESS- they were told to." And Cas IMMEDIATELY taking that as his sign to get the HECK out of dodge lmao. Like buddy you are not slick.
Dean defending Cas saying that he wouldn't work for Crowley/keep him alive on purpose/etc. to Sam and Bobby when NEITHER of them believe him. Gay boy, you just love your boyfriend and don't want him to get in trouble.
Cue: The last scene but a tie for my favorite shot scene in this episode, tied with the scene of Bobby drinking alcohol while muffled screaming is heard in the background: The record getting played on a record player and Cas just STANDING THERE like a fucking FREAK all menacing just LOOKING AT DEAD BODIES. LIKE INSPECTING THEM. CASUALLY STROLLING AROUND, JUST PERUSING THIS MASSACRE. He is my favorite he's so unnatural and doesn't abide by societal rules. Give me more Cas that doesn't fit in because he's weird. I love that kind of Cas :D
And we end with Crowley being alive and playing into Cas' humiliation kink with "Really, Cas? How many times am I gonna have to clean up your messes?"
Thank you for coming to my TED talk, this rant did NOT need to be this long, I don't know HOW it ended up this long, but it did. I guess I had more feelings and favorite parts of this episode I needed to quote than I even previously thought lol. Anyway, @greypistacchio, you asked to be tagged in my insane long rant (I don't know why you'd subject yourself to this torture, but here you go lol) Thanks for being interested in it, I just really love Destiel and Cas (if you couldn't tell).
Hope you all are having a great day :)
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edensgaia · 2 days ago
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Honestly if Derap feels betrayed by Zam playing both sides he lowkey had it coming, because playing both sides was exactly what he was doing when he teamed with 4c and hid the exploits from zam for so long, or when he worked with Mapicc to kill Pangi behind Pangi's back.
And the thing is, he most definitely is going to feel betrayed. Because for the whole season, it has been a pattern where Derap points out how things other people are doing makes them untrustworthy and how they are being dumb for not realizing that what they are doing is hurting they're closest teammate, and then he would turn around and do the exact same thing to his own allies and teammates. For the whole season, he's been trying so hard to make people stay with him while using the worst methods possible. He can easily pinpoint when other people are being hypocrites but even when he does acknowledge that the things he did where wrong and hurt people, he doesn't entertain the train of thought for long enough to actually change his actions.
In a way, it is kinda poetic that the way he might end up losing another one of his closest teammates again is by them not even trying to outright betray him, Zam just wanted to do what she thinks is best for server, and at the end of the day she still trusts Derap and cares about him, but she's still gonna go through with it, the same way Derap went through with so many stuff despite knowing it would hurt his teammates.
And like, realistically, regardless of how it went, there's a very high chance Derap might not stop to consider his actions, there's a high chance he's just gonna double down on the "no one trusts me and all my teammates leave me but also I'm gonna continue to do things they don't like behind their back. No idea why they don't trust me though" route. But I think that out of all the ways sunkissed could stop being teammates this season, out of all the ways they could've possibly betrayed each other, the one way where it isn't even intended to be a betrayal is probably the best way to make the problems they had while being teammates so clear. It's not a solution or complete conclusion to an arc, but it's the best way they could rip the band-aid off, make everything that has been boiling up come to a point where it's basically impossible to ignore, and even if things are not solved, maybe it will open a door to change in the future
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aturzz · 3 days ago
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a/n : first time writing these kinds of fanfiction lol. no use of y/n. bluelock x g/n!reader. this is so fun to write somehow 😭 i didn't proofread too
english is my second language btw! so... you're leaving for a business trip, huh? cool. but it wouldn't be that easy when you're the blue lock's manager. those assholes wouldn't leave you alone. now you're at the airport, having no idea what to do with bachira. he had been whining loud enough for everyone to hear and clinging to you like a lifeline. isagi is having trouble separating you two. "you can't just leave us like that for one week!" bachira cries, holding on you so tight it hurts. it's like, 15 more minutes until your plane takes flight. you can't keep staying here. "get off, bachira, you might make them miss their flight!" said isagi, the one who's still struggling to get bachira off you. the three of you look like a chaotic disaster at the airport, and there's no way to help, nor to interrupt. then, someone grabs bachira's collar, freeing you from the man's grasp. you didn't have time to see who that was, but his voice is too iconic to not recognize. "fuck off, blondie." barou huffs, glaring at bachira. you laughed softly, sending a "thank you" his way before going straight to your gate, being hyper aware of how your phone is blowing up. something like "we can't live without you." but, oh boy, you had already turned off the wifi. then how are they going to survive through 7 days without you? day 1 : everybody acts normal. sometimes they ask for a water bottle out of instinct, but everything is normal so far. only bachira is whining and crying about how you're absent throughout the day. the phone to call for the manager's support at every room left untouched. you only get two calls from anri and from ego to check if you landed safely. day 2 : everybody still acts normal, though now bachira has someone to whine and cry with about your absence : charles. it's kind of annoying so raichi kicked their asses and got warned by ego. he actually looks for you to randomly annoy you (he forgot that you're not in the facility.) the phone is now touched by bachira to call for you. you got bombed with sobs, but after all, everybody gangsta. day 3 : everybody shits and giggles except for karasu randomly groaning at practice about how he keeps forget that you're gone (so he can ruffle your hair and get a glare from you). otoya pick up that too and now they're collectively complaining about how inconvenient it is when you're not here. that affects everyone a little. bachira stop whining eventually, but he didn't score as much as normal. lavinho is quite concerned so he called for you. you had to praise bachira to get him scoring. day 4 : chigiri found kunigami scrolling through the playlist you made for him when he's at the gym today. he had been listening to that playlist on loop, and he only stops when it comes to practice, conversations or showers. can't blame him, chigiri talked about how he wants you to brush his hair too (he said no one brushes his hair like you do). everybody's mood drops for a little, since your love language is words of affirmation, and they are used to your praises. they didn't all score as much somehow. day 5 : noa calls you today, as well as chris. they both are about asking when you are coming back, and they both sighs after they heard two more days. nagi refuses to come to practice (reo too), kurona trips over his feet while practice, hiori isn't so productive, yukimiya's glasses keeps slipping (he even forgets his lunch), and many more small incidents like that. bachira spammed you with text. you reassure him that you'll come back soon. with gifts, of course. day 6 : sendou called you. he said oliver is acting weird, he just kinda lays on the ground and stares at the ceiling. barou quitted calling everyone "weaklings" and focus on scoring (which he fails miserably). niko hides in the restroom all day. no one actually did anything but zoning out. his voice sparks up with joy when you told him you're trying to coming back as soon as possible. and your phone bombed with texts. mostly from anri. her : please come back faster you : but you said i need rest her : ....
day 7 : ego left the facility to do-the-thing-everybody-knows, so everyone go out. there's not much thing happens today except for the facility being filled with flowers and stuff. otoya and oliver fights over whose gift is more pretty. day 8 : you come to the airport, only to found isagi and bachira. and when you come back to the facility, all you see in your office is a wave of bouquets, chocolates and some things you can't quite make sense (turns out, they're plushies). you got bachira follows you around, rambling about "missed you" and "please don't leave ever again". these guys are all fools.
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m4ple9x0x · 2 days ago
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Sᵒᵘʳ Cʰᵉʳʳʸ
-Chapter II-
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Hyunin x fem!reader
WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI !! a lot of swearing, alcohol, bleeding is mentioned (as a joke), lmk if I forgot anything.
Genre: strangers to friends to lovers, smut, stalker!Hyunjin, yandere!Hyunjin, slow burn.
a/n: im sry if there's 2much dialogue, im trying to figure out how long a chapter should be, don't forget to give me some feedback or opinions, that would be really helpful. also if u wanna be added to my taglist put it down in the comments. <3 maple out~
dividers by: @cafekitsune <3
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Some days pass and Thursday is approaching, you can’t stop feeling anxious what if they don’t like your acting? *I should stop being so harsh on myself, Stace is right, I’ve got enough experience*. You quickly brush off your negative thoughts and go to the kitchen.
-Shit… I forgot to buy milk…
The grocery store is really close to your apartment, but you don’t like going out so early, all the streets are full of people rushing to their well paid office jobs, and you secretly kinda dread them, even if your future plans never aligned with that type of job, at least they got something goin on.
Well you can’t drink your coffee without milk so… anything for coffee…
You walk down the isles of the store and then a great idea comes to your mind *Maybe I should get a box of chocolates for Thursday, can’t go wrong with a little gift, right? Especially since they were nice enough to give me a second chance*. As you turn to your right and walk towards the chocolate section, you see heart shaped balloons around the isle… *What the fuck… Oh… right* Valentine’s Day was next week, unsurprising…You stopped counting the days until Valentine’s Day a long time ago. Since you broke up with your ex you kinda started hating the idea of it actually. You grab a box of chocolates a bit more expensive than what you’d usually go for, but you have to make a nice first impression… or second.
*I think that’s it*
You start going towards the line that seemed to be endless, when you secure your spot you remember something else. *Stacey is gonna present her project these days. Would be nice to send her a little celebratory gift*. You already know what the perfect gift for your friend would be. Alcohol. You weren’t really into drinking that much, the only times that you were drinking were parties every now and then, but even back then you wouldn’t drink more than 2 or 3 glasses. Stacey on the other hand liked a little drink every now and then even without a reason.
You start looking around until you find your target.
-Aha. You start smiling as you try to reach for a bottle of wine. You knew this one was Stacey’s and her boyfriend’s favorite, only problem was the fact that it was really hard to find in Australia. *They are gonna love it*. The bottle was on the last shelf, and unfortunately for you, it was impossible to reach. You start looking around to see if maybe you could find an employee that could help you. You turn to your left… nothing, you turn to your right and see a tall figure.
-JESUS! You scared the shit out of me! On your right there was a guy looking down at you with a smile.
-This what you want? In his hand was the bottle of wine that you were just a few seconds ago trying to reach.
-Yes...thank you. You say, getting it from his hand.
-Oh, wait… I know you, you were at the job interview. You look at him up and down.
-Right… painter boy…
-Nice choice! You’re making preparations for Vday? He says as he gets another bottle of the wine that you went for.
-Oh… um no, I don’t drink.
-Thought you were getting ready for a date or something… you know with the chocolates and everything. That’s why you got anger issues though, you gotta loosen up a bit. He says winking at you.
-Hey! I don’t have anger issues! You say staring at him with an annoyed face.
-Yea, yea sure…
-What about you?
-Hm? He looks at you with a confused expression.
-Are you preparing for a date?
-Nope, this is for me.
-Oh, so you’re a day drinker?
-It helps with inspiration, besides it’s not even so early.
-It’s 10 in the morning. You say and start laughing.
-Oh… damn, well, I lose track of time when I don’t sleep.
-Right… well, thank you for the wine, I gotta go. You say as you turn in the other direction to leave.
-Wait… um. You turn around to look at him, he was looking down at his shoes, hand on the back of his neck.
-What?
-Well, I’m sorry for being a complete douchebag that day, um...would you accept a coffee as an apology? He looks into your eyes waiting for a response.
-Oh… well I think words are enough, apology accepted but I’m not interested.
-Okay, that’s alright. Have a nice day! He says and you start walking away.
-Thanks, have a nice day too!
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-ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? You said he’s tall, handsome, long black hair and he offered you coffee, he’s SO your type, what else do you want? Stacey lecturing you on the phone always feels like a never ending horror movie screech, torture to your ears, you can almost feel them bleeding.
-Stace I’ve got more important stuff to do than fucking an alcoholic wannabe painter. You say while cooking some pasta.
-More important stuff? Like what? Bed rotting and watching shitty horror movies?
-Sounds better than getting heartbroken again…besides I gotta see how the casting will go, plus it’s kinda weird to go out with a guy that I’ve seen like twice…
-Yeah okay, but you have to get in the dating scene again, you need some company too you know, maybe you get to know each other and you start being friends, you need some anyways…
-I have you, that’s more than enough for me.
-Yeah Y/N, but I mean friends to hang out with, it’s not good to stay so much inside… when was the last time you went to a party?
-Look, I think I need more alone time…
-MORE? Girl you’ve been alone for almost a year, you always complain about being bored, I think this would be good for you.
-Well… it’s already too late for that, what are the odds of randomly bumping into him again.
-I don’t know, but if you do bump into him again, you better not refuse him.
-Stace, I need stability more than anything, and I think I’m better on my own, I don’t need some boy to give me that.
-I agree, you don’t have to depend on anyone for that, but you can be independent and have stability, with a boyfriend too you know… that’s all I’m saying.
-Anyways… let’s change the subject…
-We’ll be back to this don’t worry, I’m not letting you escape so easily.
-I got you and Chan a gift. You say while smiling at the camera.
-What? Why?
-To celebrate you finally finishing your project, I know how hard you’ve been working on it!
-Y/N you really shouldn’t have… I know you haven’t been so well financially…
-Oh c’mon, you know I love making gifts, besides if you would’ve been here we would’ve been celebrating anyway...so aleast we can do it this way.
-Girl, I love you, what did you get me anyways?
-It’s a surprise, can’t tell you.
-I guess I’ll have to wait then.
-Exactly, well I have to go eat.
-Okay, I’m gonna call you after the project, kay?
-Yeap, good night Stace.
-Goodnight babe, thank you for the gift again.
-Don’t mention it!
You sit on the couch, plate full of spaghetti sitting on your lap, you press the button on the remote and play a youtube video in the background to watch while eating.
Suddenly you hear a knock on your door, *Who could it be at this hour?*, it’s already past midnight. You silently walk to the door and look through the peephole… it’s him, *What the actual fuck, how does he know where I live*, you open the door.
-Painter boy, what are you doing here?
-I needed to see you. He says as he enters your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.
-How do you know where I live?
-That doesn’t matter what matters is the fact that I need you Y/N. You can hear the desperation in his voice, almost like he’s whining.
-H-how do you know my name?
-Shhh...don’t worry that pretty head of yours with such irrelevant details. He says as he puts his index finger on your lips to shush you, his thumb playing with your bottom lip, opening your mouth, he’s pressing you against the wall, his face inches apart from yours and he starts kissing you hungrily, biting at your bottom lip.
-Fuck… you taste so sweet, I want more. You moan hearing his words, crushing your lips into his again, your hands pulling at his long hair, he moans into your mouth, his tongue swirling around yours. He starts pressing himself on you, making it impossible for you to not feel his hard cock grinding against your dark red night gown. He starts kissing your neck going lower and lower to your cleavage, he looks up at you with puppy eyes.
-Can I taste you? How could you refuse him, the look on his face… so desperate…
-Ask nicely and maybe you receive what you want pretty boy. You say almost whispering, this is so unlike you… letting a stranger into your apartment… being so dominant.
-Please Y/N! I need it so badly. He says as he gets on his knees in front of you, starting to kiss and suck at your thighs.
-Mmm please! He looks up again his eyes pleading. Please, I’m begging you.
-O-okay. You feel the heat traveling across your body and building up on your face and also your ears, that now are pulsating.
-Fuck, thank you Y/N.
He starts kissing and licking slowly up until he reaches your panties.
-Damn… so wet for me…you look delicious. He licks his lips and starts kissing at the wetness on your panties with small licks against your clothed core. His fingers start brushing against your panties gently pulling them aside as he presses his nose against your bundle of nerves, his tongue slowly painting you with his saliva.
This is so dirty…
-W-what is your name? You ask while moaning in a failed attempt of trying to contain yourself.
-It’s-
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