#I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again

[louisisalarrie]

GIRL OMG IDEK WHAT TO SAY BUT THIS MADE ME SHOOK

https://x.com/larrysbestie28/status/1887640818892034071?s=46

suuuuuuper weird hey. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. if Larry isn’t real, the universe sure wants it to be

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

I Must Confess

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You take care of Sam and Dean after a hunt and feelings are revealed

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: None

A/n: Don't really like this one but it's been a minute since I posted

The sun was setting over the quiet town you lived in, casting a warm golden glow on the windows of the small house you shared with your two closest friends—Dean and Sam Winchester. The air was crisp, but nothing could compare to the warmth inside, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of quiet laughter as you whipped up dinner in the kitchen.

It had been a few weeks since things between you and Dean had shifted. You were no longer just "friends" in the traditional sense. The playful teasing, the lingering glances, and the unspoken moments—things felt different, but you couldn’t quite put a label on it. You had been trying not to overthink it, but it was getting harder as every day passed.

The familiar rumble of the Impala pulling into the driveway interrupted your thoughts. You smiled, heart fluttering a little as you peeked out the kitchen window. There they were, your favorite brothers, coming back from a hunt. Sam was the first to step out, looking exhausted but always sweet with his quiet smile. Dean followed, rubbing his shoulder and stretching his back with a grimace, clearly sore from the fight they’d been in.

You had made a habit of helping them unwind after each hunt. While Sam always seemed to retreat into the library or a book, Dean liked to settle down on the couch with a beer. Tonight, though, he didn’t seem like his usual self. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wanted to say, but he was holding back.

"Hey, you two," you greeted warmly as they walked through the door. "How was the hunt?"

Sam gave you a tired smile. "Long. We’re glad to be home."

Dean, however, was quieter than usual, something that was very rare for him. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod. You could tell he was trying to act normal, but the fatigue in his eyes betrayed him.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you said, turning back to the stove. “Why don’t you both sit down and relax? I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

Dean hesitated for a moment before shuffling over to the couch, plopping down with a sigh. You couldn’t help but notice the way his broad shoulders slumped, a sign that the hunt had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit. You walked over and kneeled next to him, carefully massaging his shoulders.

“You okay, Dean?” you asked, voice soft.

He let out a low grunt, leaning into your touch. “I’m fine. Just a little sore, you know. Nothing new.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You sure? You seem off tonight.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again, the words apparently stuck in his throat. Sam, ever the observant one, gave you a pointed look before retreating to the table.

You continued to work on his shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, when Dean finally spoke.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost like he was reluctant to admit it.

You smiled, feeling your heart race. "Well, I’ve had plenty of practice. You and Sam don’t always take the best care of yourselves."

Dean chuckled softly, but there was a hint of something deeper behind it. The moment stretched on, and it felt like the world had quieted just for the two of you. You couldn’t deny that there was something between you now, a spark that had ignited but hadn’t yet fully burst into flame.

The scent of food filled the room, and you stood to serve up their plates. When you returned with the steaming bowls of pasta and chicken, you placed them on the table. Sam grinned and gave you a thumbs-up. You had mastered the art of making the most comforting meals, something you prided yourself on.

Once the three of you sat down and began eating, you tried to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. You and Dean had been friends for so long, but lately, you’d been wondering if there was something more. Was there a chance that he felt it too?

The silence between you all wasn’t awkward, but it was thick, as though something unspoken hung in the air. Sam, as always, seemed to sense the vibe and politely excused himself, heading up to his room to get some rest. As the door clicked shut, the tension between you and Dean was almost unbearable.

Dean cleared his throat, then set his fork down. He turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

“I don’t know how to say this, but I can’t keep pretending,” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, and I’m tired of keeping it bottled up.”

You tilted your head, unsure of where this was going. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel the warmth of his words settling deep within you. "What do you mean?"

Dean leaned forward, his green eyes searching yours. "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but… I can’t stop thinking about you. Not just as a friend, but as something more. I’ve been trying to keep my distance because I didn’t want to mess things up between us, but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore. I think I’m falling for you."

Your breath hitched, and your cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and joy. “Dean…”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous for the first time in your entire friendship. “Look, I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I had to tell you. I just... I care about you too much to not say anything.”

Before you could respond, you stepped forward, closing the space between you and wrapped your arms around him. Dean’s body tensed for a second before he relaxed, pulling you closer. His arms wound around your waist, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on the top of your head.

“I feel the same way,” you murmured against his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you to say it.”

Dean chuckled softly, his hand gently resting on your back. “Guess we’re both a little slow, huh?”

You grinned and pulled back to look at him, your hands still resting on his chest. “Maybe, but I’m glad you finally said it.”

“I’ve got a lot more to say,” he whispered, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “But for now, just know that you mean everything to me.”

With that, you smiled up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. Dean had always been your rock, but now, it felt like there was something more solid and unbreakable between you two. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the love that had slowly been building up over time—quiet, tender, and true.

As you both sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the future felt bright. You knew there would be more challenges ahead, but for now, you had each other. And that was all you needed.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man -Part 2 Oneshot

One of my lovely little darlings asked for a part 2 of this one. Hope y'all like it! Word count: 4834 Warnings: talk of past abuse, scarring

Part 1

“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he walked into Y/N’s room.

“Another letter from my parents,” she sighed, handing it over to him when he sat next to her on her bed.  

He read through it quickly, then scowled.  “Jesus, what is their problem?”

“I’ve been seen with the Avengers, Buck, which must mean I’m rich now, and that obviously means I owe them something since they are the reason I’m alive,” she scoffed, rubbing her eyes harshly with her fingers.  

He crumpled the letter up and stuffed it in his pocket before leaning forward and hugging her tight.  “You don’t owe them shit, babycakes, you know that right?” he said reassuringly.

Y/N smiled as she hugged him back.  “I know,” she said quietly.  “I just wish they would do what they’ve done for twenty years and just leave me alone.”

Bucky sighed heavily, then pulled back to look at her.  “Ignore them.  There’s nothing they can do to hurt you now.”  She nodded and leaned in to kiss him.  He playfully bit her lower lip and she whined at him, making him laugh.  “Come on, let’s go down to the pool with everybody else,” he said.  “The party has already started.”

Y/N’s anxiety spiked at that, but she kept a neutral face.  “Okay, um, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right down,” she said nonchalantly.

Bucky’s eyes slightly narrowed at her, waiting a beat to see if he could read what was wrong, before he smiled wider and nodded.  “Alright, don’t take too long!” he said, kissing her once more before getting up and leaving her room.

Y/N waited for his footsteps to go further down the hallway before she let out a shaky breath.  She hadn’t worn a tank top or anything revealing enough to show her back in years, and even during sex with Bucky she was always on her back, making it so he wouldn’t be able to see or feel it if he tried to wrap his arms under her.  How was she going to hide it from the entire team?

***

Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Yelena were in the pool, splashing each other until Steve and Bucky raced each other across the pool to see who was faster.  With the super soldier serum in their blood it was definitely impressive to watch.  Y/N was sitting on one of the beach chairs with Wanda next to her while Tony and Bruce were grilling burgers further away.

“Aren’t you hot?” Wanda asked her after a moment.  “It’s 92 degrees and you’re wearing a t-shirt and shorts.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N waved her off.  “It’s a white t-shirt, and it’s not that hot.”

“Says the girl who is literally sweating through her hair,” Wanda said, reaching over and swiping off a bead of sweat from Y/N’s temple.  “Come on, just take it off, you’ll feel better.”

“No thanks, I’m good,” Y/N said, taking a long sip of her water.

“Babycakes, come on in!” Bucky called to her from the pool.  

“I’m good, thank you!” she replied, trying to keep the air of nonchalance in her voice even as her frustration grew.  

Why won’t she come in?

What’s going on?

Does she not feel good about herself?

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her sunglasses hiding the tightness around her eyes.  She was panicking, which made it so her mental blocks weren’t as strong as usual and she would hear people’s thoughts again.  She heard Bucky pull himself out of the pool, water dripping heavily from him as he walked over to her chair and sat on it by her legs.  “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked quietly as he leaned over her.  “Why won’t you come in?”

“I don’t feel like it,” she said quickly.  “Just wanna get some sun.”

He frowned at her, then looked at Wanda.  “Don’t ask me,” Wanda said, throwing her hands up.

Bucky leaned in closer to her ear so no one else could hear.  “What’s going on?” he whispered.

“I don’t wanna take my shirt off, Buck,” Y/N said, silently begging him to understand.

“Why not?  You look amazing,” he asked, looking shocked at her confession.  

“Please just trust me,” she whispered, finally opening her eyes and looking at him.  “Please?”

He looked surprised, his frown deepening, but he nodded.  “Okay,” he said simply before giving her a quick kiss and getting up from the chair.  She took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm herself as she turned on her electric fan and fanned her face.  

A little while later as she was standing by the other end of the pool after eating a burger, she was sipping on a cocktail when Sam came up out of nowhere and lifted her off her feet, heading toward the pool.

“Sam!  Stop!” she yelled, trying not to let her sonic scream overtake her voice.  “Don’t!”

“Oh come on, Y/N, have some fun!” he said, laughing as she kicked and squirmed in his hold.  The others started laughing at his antics, but Y/N was freaking out.  No, please, not this, not now…

He suddenly maneuvered her into a position at the edge of the pool so that he grabbed her shirt and lifted it over herself before dropping her into the water.  Y/N squealed, trying to twist her body as she hit the water.  When she resurfaced she spat out the water that rushed into her mouth and nose before glaring at Sam.  “Fuck you Sam!” she screamed, part of her ability slipping out and making the water ripple toward him.  It splashed his feet and legs, making him laugh harder as she tried backstroke swimming to the opposite side of the pool away from him.

“Hey, glad you made it,” Bucky said, swimming toward her with a smile.  

“I’m not staying,” Y/N said, keeping her back beneath the water as best as she could, facing him so he couldn’t see.

“What?  Y/N–” he started.

“Y/N?” Wanda’s voice carried over from her chair.  “What’s on your back?”

Y/N stiffened, shutting her eyes tight.  “Nothing,” she said loudly as she continued trying to get away.

Bucky frowned.  “What?  What’s on your back?” he asked, trying to swim around her.  

“No, Bucky, no,” she said, holding her hands out to him.  Her constant protests were getting the attention of everybody by the pool, all of them watching on with frowns on their faces as well.  “Just let me leave.”

“Okay, you’re scaring me now, babycakes,” he said, his eyes conveying his worry.  He got close to her and reached for her shoulders.  “Just let me see–”

“NO!” she yelped as she turned her sharply.  The second he saw it he froze, his fingers tightening on her shoulders.  She held her breath, hanging her face into her hands in shame.

“What is it—oh my god,” Wanda said when she walked around the edge of the pool to see.  “Y/N…what…how did you get that?”

She could hear the rest of them all coming over to look, each of them reacting with some type of gasp or sound of surprise.  “Y/N,” Bucky whispered.  “What is this?”

“Scars,” she whispered, pulling away from his touch.  “Please let me go.”

His hands fell away, and she swam to the side of the pool with the stairs and climbed out.  She ran into the building without looking back, her tears pouring down her face as she raced to her room barefoot in a swim top and short shorts.  She didn’t want it to happen like this.  Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide it forever, especially from Bucky, but she couldn’t stand the fact that this was how everybody found out.  When she reached her room she locked the door and instructed Friday to keep it locked before going to her bathroom and turning on the shower.  She turned the water cold to try and cool down her feverish skin, the scars feeling like they were burning along her back.  She washed off the sunscreen smell and let the water relax her as she cried heavily.  Another lovely reminder of her parents’ anger and transgressions, permanently etched into her skin.

***

“It’s been four days and she won’t come out,” Bucky explained to her uncle Teddy as they walked down the hallway to her room.  “She won’t talk to anyone, not even me.”

Teddy sighed heavily when they reached her door then turned to Bucky.  “Thank you for calling me,” he said quickly.  “I’ll see what I can do.”

Bucky nodded, looking at her door sadly before walking back down the hallway.  Teddy turned to the door and knocked.  “Y/N?  It’s Ted–”

The door ripped open and Y/N gaped at him.  “Teddy?” she cried, then threw herself into his arms.  “Teddy, what are you doing here?” she asked, tears streaming down her face.

“Your boyfriend called me,” he said with a sad chuckle.  “What’s this about you holing yourself away in here?”

Y/N let him go and gave him a pitiful sniffle.  “He saw,” she said quietly.  He frowned but nodded.  “They all saw,” she said, trying to bite back more tears.

“Come on, let’s talk,” Teddy said, pushing her back into her room and closing the door behind him.  “You look a mess, honey.”

“I know,” she sighed, flopping back down on her bed with him sitting next to her.  “I just couldn’t face it.  The looks they all gave me,” she said, her voice starting to raise in pitch as her emotions overwhelmed her again.  

“Well they were going to find out eventually anyway, right?” Teddy reasoned.  “What did you expect to do exactly?  Hide away a huge part of yourself, even from him?”

She shrugged her shoulders.  “It was working for a little while.”

“Sounds like you still have a bit of therapy to get through,” Teddy joked halfheartedly.  “You’re surrounded by the most extraordinary but traumatized people in the world.  They of all people would not judge you for what has happened in your past and the literal and metaphorical scars you hold from that.  Why did you feel the need to hide them?”

Y/N knew he was right.  Everyone on the team had been through some type of shit in their lives, some worse than her, especially Bucky.  Why was she so afraid?  “I guess I just wasn’t ready to face it myself,” she said finally.  “They’re just a constant reminder that I wasn’t…wanted.  That I was wrong.  Bad.  Abnormal.”

“Do you think I’m bad?” Teddy asked.

“What?  No, of course not!” Y/N retorted, looking at him incredulously.

“Am I wrong for having my ability?” he continued.  “Am I abnormal?  Unwanted?”

“No!  How could you say that?” she frowned.

“Because I feel the same about you,” Teddy said, reaching for and holding her hands.  “You aren’t bad, you’re good.  There’s nothing wrong with you for having a mutated gene that gives you abilities, just different.  Does that make us abnormal?  Sure.  But so what?  None of that means that you aren’t appreciated, wanted and loved.”  He pulled her into a hug, which she quickly reciprocated.  “Bucky wouldn’t have called me if he didn’t love and want you, scars and all.”

That made her cry all over again.  She had really sold him and the others short.  They had shown no signs of fear, hesitation or hate towards her the entire time she had been here, so why would a few scars make any difference?  “Thank you,” she said, squeezing him tight.

“Anytime,” Teddy said, his teasing tone coming back in his voice.  “But before you talk to everybody, you need to shower.  You stink.”

“Teddy!”

***

Y/N was sitting on a lone chair facing the rest of the Avengers who were all sitting on the couches and chairs across the common room, watching her intently.  “Um, firstly, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I reacted the other day,” she started, wringing her hands in her lap.  “And secondly, I wanted to explain.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Wanda said quickly.  The others all nodded in agreement.

“I appreciate that, but I think I do,” Y/N said, giving them all a small smile.  She took a deep breath then stood.  “So, uh, this is what I was hiding,” she said, unzipping her jacket and turning around.  She had a sports bra on so she wouldn’t be completely naked, but she shrugged the jacket off for them all to see.  There was a chorus of gasps and sounds of surprise.  Y/N let them look for a long moment before putting her jacket on and zipping it before she turned to sit back down and look at them.  Wanda was crying, Yelena’s frown was the deepest she’d ever seen, and Peter, Sam, Tony, Bruce and Steve were all upset.  But the worst was Bucky’s look of despair, a look that she’d only ever seen when he was coming out of his worst nightmares.

“My parents didn’t know how to handle my abilities when they manifested themselves,” she explained.  “I was seven when I first heard my mom’s thoughts.  I caught her in a lie, and she freaked out when she realized it was because I could hear her.  Then as she was spanking me I screamed, and it shattered the kitchen window.”  She swallowed, trying to not let it all make her cry again.  “I tried not to let the constant voices get to me, but I didn’t know how to tune them out like I do now.  My dad couldn’t handle the fact that I had inherited the mutant gene, that I was a ‘freak like his brother,’” she quoted with a scoff.  “After a pretty bad day he lost it on me, and hit me with his belt until I stopped screaming.”  She sniffed, quickly wiping her eyes before smiling.  “They shipped me off to Uncle Teddy so he could deal with me, and uh…long story short, I’m scarred, physically and mentally, and it sucks but it is what it is.  And I’m sorry I wasn’t trusting enough in all of you to be understanding about it–”

Wanda stood and walked over to her, kneeling down and hugging her tight.  “It wasn’t any of our business until you felt it was, dearest.  I’m sorry we all pushed you, we just didn’t know.  But we should have accepted your refusal from the start.  I’m sorry.”

Y/N hugged her back.  “Thank you.”

They each approached her with hugs and apologies, Sam especially feeling horrible for being the one to force her to show her scars, but Y/N felt lighter than she had in years at the way they all accepted it and didn’t judge or treat her any differently than normal.  Last to approach her was Bucky, who silently took her hand and pulled her out of the common room and towards her room.  Y/N let him lead her, knowing that they would need to have their own conversation about everything.  He closed her door behind her when she walked in then locked the door, and turned to face her.  Tears were brimming in his eyes and she panicked at the sight.

“Bucky,” she said, reaching up and cupping his face.  “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.  “I’m sorry I didn’t see, that I wasn’t someone you felt safe enough with to talk to about it–”

“No, oh my god, no, Buck,” Y/N shook her head fervently.  “I do feel safe with you.  I do trust you.  I just wasn’t ready yet, do you hear me?”  Bucky bit his lower lip to bite back more crying, sniffling as she wiped his tears away.  “I love you,” she confessed.

His eyes widened at that.  They hadn’t said it to each other yet, but Y/N knew what she felt and didn’t want to keep anything else from him.  He released his lip and his lips trembled as he smiled at her.  “I love you, too, babycakes,” he breathed.  He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, then leaned down and kissed her gently.  Y/N let herself melt into the kiss, but after a minute or two Bucky’s hands shifted down her back to the front of her jacket.  His fingers gripped the zipper and he pulled away to look at her.  “May I see?” he asked, a look of sadness and determination in his eyes.

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath.  Bucky getting up close and personal with her scars had worried her before, but now she knew he was just curious and wanting to make it better somehow for her.  He nodded then pulled the zipper down slowly, helping her pull it off and letting it fall to the floor before his fingers traced up her stomach to her sports bra.  She nodded permission, and he helped her take it off, leaving her top naked.  He kissed her again, pushing her back towards her bed until the back of her legs hit the mattress.  His fingers pulled her bottoms down and off, then pushed her to lay down on the bed.  “Turn over for me,” he said.  

She took a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, then turned herself over to lay on her stomach.  There was a beat of silence, then Bucky’s flesh fingers touched the base of her spine where the scars began.  Most of them were small gashes from the belt buckle and prong, but there were two long ones that stretched along her spine from the length of the leather belt hitting her skin just right so that it made the skin split.  His fingers traced along those two, the worst ones that had stretched her skin and pinkened it.  She heard his clothes jostling for a moment and then the bed dipped as he climbed up, kneeling between her legs.  Both of his hands were now on her back, almost massaging along her spine, until he leaned down and he kissed the first small scar near her ass.

Bucky’s kisses traveled over her back, making sure he touched and kissed every scar reverently before moving on to the next one.  It was overwhelming for Y/N, a fresh wave of tears silently falling down her face.  He was being so gentle, so sweet, and she couldn’t help the emotional reaction she was having.  She took another shaky breath as he finally reached the top of her longest scar in between her shoulder blades.  

“My pretty babycakes,” he whispered against her skin.  “I’m so sorry you weren’t loved the way you deserve.  Thank you for trusting me.”  His hands spread her legs further apart, his metal fingers moved in between her legs, his fingers slipping through her slit slowly.  “Thank you for loving me,” he continued.  “Can I make love to you like this, Y/N?”

She turned her head to look back at him.  His eyes were focused on her pussy, then glancing up at her back until he met her gaze.  “You want to see them while we…?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, leaning over so he could kiss her again.  “You accepted me, scars and all.  Let me return the favor.”  Her breath hitched, her chin wobbling as she bit back a sob.  She nodded with a small smile and he smiled back at her.  “Thank you.”

His first two metal fingers dipped inside her, making her moan and her head flop back onto the bed.  She didn’t realize she had gotten so wet just from his kisses across her back, but she had, and as he worked her up she couldn’t stop the tears as she thought about how wonderful this man of hers was.   Bucky pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, taking his sweet time in pulling any and all sounds he could from her until her legs started shaking.  “That’s it, babycakes.”

She stiffened after a moment, then her body fell off that last precipice and she came, a small gush coating his fingers as she moaned into the blankets, her fingers gripping them tightly.  Bucky’s fingers fucked her through it until she stopped shaking, then he pulled them out and she could hear him lick his fingers clean.  “So good,” he mumbled.  “Get on your knees for me.”  Y/N struggled to shift up on her knees, leaning on her elbows as the side of her face rested against the bed.  “Aw, still sensitive?” he asked teasingly, then she felt the tip of his cock rub through her pussy lips. 

She jiggled her ass at him, and he chuckled, his flesh hand giving her right ass cheek a quick smack.  “Good girl,” he said, then started pushing in.  Y/N moaned into the bed, her legs slightly spreading even more to be able to take him in.  She would never get used to this, just how perfect he felt inside her, but now in this position he felt even deeper somehow, making her eyes roll back.  

“Buckyyyy…” she groaned when he was balls deep.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned with her.  “God, as much as I love the way we’ve always done it, this is…fuck,” he huffed, his hips trembling with how far inside he felt.  “This is different.”  She nodded, her arms moving above her head to grip at the blankets more firmly.  “And seeing your pretty ass raised like this for me,” he said, smacking her ass cheeks again, making her squeak.  “I didn’t know what I was missing.  And these,” his fingers traced up her scars again, his hips starting a steady pace in and out of her, “proving just how strong and good and beautiful my baby is.  I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

Y/N was overcome with emotion, her tears falling harder and her breaths heavy with sobs.  “It’s okay, Y/N,” he said, keeping up the pace as he leaned over and across her back, positioning himself so he was basically mounting her.  “Let it all out while I love you.  I’ve got you.  I’ve got you.”

It felt like he was everywhere, his face tucked into the back of her neck, his huffed breaths heating her skin and his deep, low voice in her ear and vibrating from his chest onto her back, his metal arm holding around her waist while his flesh arm kept him up so he couldn’t crush her.  Feeling his front against her scarred back was somehow relieving, healing, like the skin to skin contact stitched together those last few pieces of her heart from when she was a child.  Her orgasm was fast approaching again, her legs shaking under him as he fucked her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every little thing.  Her mental block slipped and she could hear him…

My strong girl.

My pretty babycakes.

“Atta girl, cum on me,” he said, kissing and licking her shoulder and the top of the longest scar.  “I can feel you.  Let go.  Let it all go, babycakes.”

Y/N’s breathing picked up even faster, her fingers scratching at the bed until the pressure built up impossibly high, then she was cumming again.  She squealed loudly as her pussy constricted around him, another gush spilling from her as she shook beneath him.  Bucky whimpered at how tight she was around his cock, fucking deep into her a few more times until he stiffened and came, his hips trembling harder as he let it all out inside of her.

They sat like that for another minute or two as their combined highs calmed down.  Bucky nuzzled his face into her hair before pulling himself up. He groaned as he slowly pulled himself out of her then turned her over so he could see her.  Y/N felt like jelly as she slumped to her back, her eyes feeling heavy as she looked up at Bucky.  He smirked at the look on her face, leaning down to kiss her deeply.  She lazily kissed him back, and when his lips moved from her mouth and down her neck she moved herself any way he wanted her to as he kissed across her skin.  “Mmh, sweetness,” she moaned lightly.

Bucky kissed back up to her face, kissing her cheek chastely before wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks.  “I hope those are good tears,” he said quietly.  

“Yes,” Y/N quickly nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you Bucky.  That was incredibly…healing,” she said, sniffling before any more emotions could overwhelm her again.

He gave her a wide smile.  “Please talk to me if you’re struggling, Y/N. Please don’t hide things from me.  Nothing you say or do could make me judge or hate you.  I love you too much,” he joked, nipping at her bottom lip.  

She huffed a laugh at him, running her fingers through his hair affectionately.  “I will, I promise,” she agreed.  “I love you, sweetness.”

***

Bucky sat at the small kitchen table in the old house, waiting as the sounds of bustling movement came from the garage.

“Harry, stop being such an idiot!” 

“Fuck off, Julia!”

Their shrill voices carried through the hallway, making Bucky grimace as he pointed the gun in his right hand, keeping it visible on top of the table for them to see as they walked in.

“How do you fuck up grabbing the bread I asked you to get?  It’s the same bread we’ve bought for thirty years!” Julia yelled as she walked through the door, her arms heavy laden with grocery bags.  She didn’t see him at first, plopping the bags on the floor before straightening herself up with a sigh, and as she turned to walk back out of the kitchen she did a double take of him.  Her eyes widened, and just as she opened her mouth to scream Bucky held up the gun, his eyebrows raising in a dare.  She cut herself off, her mouth shutting fast as she froze on the spot.

Harry walked through the door a moment later with a few bags in his hands.  “Jesus, woman, will you just leave me alo–” he froze when he saw Bucky, glancing at Julia before dropping his bags.  “What the fuck?!” he yelled.  “Who are you?”

“Shut up and sit down,” Bucky snarled, cocking the gun toward the last empty seat at the table.  Harry looked defiant but fearful, his jaw ticking as he slowly walked forward and sat down.  Bucky could see Julia inching towards the sink.  “I already grabbed that gun earlier,” he said to her.  “And you could try the knife block, but it won’t end well for either of you.”  Julia froze again, her eyes staying comically wide.  Bucky focused back on Harry.  “I’m not here to kill you,” he said.

Harry’s frown deepened.  “Then what do you want?  We don’t have any money.”

“Right, you’re just trying to get it from your daughter,” Bucky said, revealing his left arm as he let it fall on the table with a heavy thud that made a crack in the tabletop.  Harry’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open and Julia whimpered behind him as they recognized him.  “Let me just make something abundantly clear,” he continued.  “You will not contact her again.  No calls, no emails, no more pathetic letters,” he said, unfurling his closed metal fist and letting the crumpled letter he’d taken fall on the table.  “She owes you nothing.  Don’t you ever bother her or interrupt her happiness again.  Do as you have done for the past 20 years, and leave her alone.”

“You have no right–” Harry started.

*BANG*

Julia screamed, cowering in the corner of the kitchen while Harry sat shaking, breathing heavily as blood trickled down from where the top of his left ear had been grazed.  Bucky glared at him, pointing the gun more toward his face.  “Do I need to repeat myself?” he asked dangerously.  Harry shook his head fast.  “Answer me,” Bucky grumbled.  

“N-n-no,” Harry stammered.

“No, what?” Bucky asked, tilting his head at him.

“No s-sir,” Harry said, his chin wobbling as his eyes brimmed with tears.

Bucky glanced at Julia, who quickly nodded and held her hands up.  “No sir,” she cried.

He glared at them both for another moment before nodding.  He stood from the table, putting his gun away before walking toward the door they had come through.  He stopped at the doorway and turned to look at Julia.  “If I ever even hear of either of you again, I’ll end you.  Slowly,” he warned, his metal arm whirring as he clenched his fist.  Julia sniffled sadly, nodding again.  Bucky huffed a laugh at how pathetic they were, then walked out of the house.  If there was anything he could do to protect his babycakes, he would do it.  

[eatingdemapples]

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again

is this a bad time to say i’m scared for south carolina

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Forty-Five

(AO3 counterpart here.)

The Houses were quiet at night, but made up for the lack of one sense with the overabundance of another—every window blared yellow and white, accompanied by porch-lights that blasted Fireheart’s eyes when he and his friends walked past them. Every time, Greystripe grunted in irritation behind him, and he could practically feel Ravenwing’s flinches.

“Remind me where your sister’s house is?” Greystripe said after a stretch of walking in silence.

“Not too far,” Fireheart replied. “She’s on the corner of the street up ahead.”

“Her humans should be asleep by now,” Ravenwing mused. “She might be, too. Would Cloudpaw stick around there?”

Fireheart grimaced. “He’s been inside her home before. My guess is that he’s stayed with her to eat and rest. He could be there because he’s afraid to come home, but…”

“…But?” Ravenwing prompted after a pause.

Claws slipped out, clicking on the pavement. “But it’s possible that the humans took him to another house, or to the pound to look for his owner.”

“The ‘pound’,” Greystripe echoed. “I’ve heard of that. It’s a prison, right? Where a bunch of cats are trapped until humans come and get them?”

“Essentially.”

“Ugh.” An audible shiver of fur behind him. “I hope he’s still here, then.”

Fireheart said nothing. He felt eyes on the back of his head, curious and uneasy ones.

“So, if we do find him,” Ravenwing said at last, in a tone of testing waters, “what are we going to say? We should probably plan that before we actually get to him.”

“I know what I’ll say,” Fireheart said flatly. “Neither of you needs to talk.”

The stares turned unnerved. He could sense the two of them looking at each other in worry. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to say anything?” Greystripe asked hesitantly.

“I’m sure,” was all Fireheart responded with.

The pause this time was a lot more tense; Fireheart was sure they were silently trying to figure out what to say to him. Whatever it was—a plea to go easy on Cloudpaw, a question about what he’d say, a suggestion of how to get Cloudpaw back—he had to admit that, for once, he didn’t particularly care about it. He had his words rehearsed in his head already. He just had to brace himself for the reaction to them.

The silence continued until they reached Rosy’s fence and stopped in front of it. The wood was slightly scraped and splintered on the top, paint chipped off in one or two places. Fireheart had never paid attention to these details before. Now, he scanned with his eyes, memorizing them, knowing that he would likely not get to study them again.

He took a breath, bunched up, and leaped for the top. He landed on the thin rail, perfectly balanced where he stood. Greystripe and Ravenwing followed him immediately, Greystripe nearly falling over the side and Ravenwing making a small, startled noise at how small his landing strip was.

Cloudpaw was not in the yard.

He was, however, at the glass door, staring mournfully outside. Behind him, Rosy was saying something that the glass muted. If Fireheart was judging her posture and gestures right, she was trying to calm him down. Coax him, perhaps.

Cloudpaw looked up a few moments after his uncle had arrived. He jumped to his feet and began moving his mouth eagerly, his vibrant blue eyes wild with distress. Whatever he was trying to say, the glass blocked it beyond a faint, desperate mumble.

“Well,” Greystripe said, “at least he’s here.”

“Mm.” Fireheart jumped down into the yard, his friends landing a moment later beside him.

“Don’t say anything too loudly,” Ravenwing murmured. “If the humans wake up, they might try to catch us too.”

Fireheart walked up to the door-flap beside the glass, pawing at it experimentally. It was blocked by something flat and stiff.

“They’ve closed the door,” he said. “That’s why he hasn’t come home. He can’t get out at all.”

“Well, maybe not ‘at all’…” Ravenwing looked up at the glass door, head tilted. “How do covers like this typically open?”

“Mine slid to the side,” Fireheart said, then looked at Ravenwing. “What are you thinking?”

Ravenwing hummed, eyes narrowed. “I’m thinking we should try pushing this open a bit.”

“I dunno, it’s probably really heavy,” Greystripe said. “Can’t we pry open that little one Fireheart was looking at?”

Ravenwing shook his head. “If we could, Cloudpaw and Rosy would have already done it.”

“Flap-guards tend to have a trick to them that needs humans to work them,” Fireheart agreed. He clicked his teeth as he regarded the glass door. “We may not be strong enough to open this, though, Ravenwing.”

“We might as well give it a try.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“We’ll find another way.”

Something in Fireheart, something like a hidden anxiety he hadn’t registered, smoothed out and eased. They’re not going to give up on him, no matter what he’s done.

“Let’s try it, then,” he said. He closed in on the glass and pressed a paw against it, testing its weight. It was heavy indeed, and his paw slipped a little as he pushed.

Ravenwing hummed again as Greystripe joined them. “Try pushing here, on this end of it. That little bump of metal can give us a grip.”

Greystripe took up position, rearing on his hind legs and leaning his weight against the metal that surrounded the glass on all sides. Fireheart crouched beneath him, and Ravenwing was closer to the middle, his paws on the small metal ridge on the bottom of the door. Looking excited, Cloudpaw mirrored Ravenwing. Rosy, after a moment of hesitation, joined up behind her son.

With a word from Ravenwing, Fireheart braced his feet on the grass and pushed as hard as he could, straining every muscle and unconsciously gritting his teeth. Above him, Greystripe half-growled with the effort, and Ravenwing groaned through a closed mouth. Greystripe had been right; it was like pushing the Great Sycamore over, and Fireheart started to doubt this would work.

Then he had to lean a little forward, and a faint squeak of a door splitting from its mooring sounded. He repositioned and pushed again, his friends copying. Ever-so-slowly, they moved a few steps forward, until Cloudpaw’s voice cried out much more clearly.

“Eparme!” he shouted.

Fireheart puffed air and dropped back down on all fours, scooting out underneath Greystripe just before he did the same. The effort of moving the behemoth door made his limbs a little shaky, but it didn’t matter when Cloudpaw’s muzzle was pushing out into the open.

“Cloudpaw,” he said, soft with relief. He met up with his nephew, touching noses with him as well as he could.

His fluffy head was pressed between the door and the wall, straining as hard as he could to squeeze out through the small gap. Rosy appeared behind him, her face somewhere between worried and excited.

“Let’s push from this side now,” Ravenwing said, gesturing with a paw to the gap. “I think that’ll be easier. Did you notice it slid open better once it left the wall?”

“In that case, let me.” Greystripe braced his paws on the open door and his back against the wall of the house. With a grunt, he shoved hard, even lifting a back foot to join the effort. Slowly, the door slid again, Greystripe only stopping when the gap was wide enough for Cloudpaw to push through. He stepped out of the way with a huff of exhaustion, letting Cloudpaw run to Fireheart and lean against his chest, purring as loud as his mother often did.

Fireheart rested his chin on Cloudpaw’s head. “Hey, little guy.”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” Cloudpaw looked up at him. “I went inside just for a moment, and, and they closed the door, and I couldn’t get it open– I thought I’d be in there forever.” He beamed. “But you came for me! I was scared you wouldn’t!”

Despite his own relief and love surging through his veins, Fireheart’s chest and mind were a little cooled. He simply blinked slowly at his nephew and nodded to the fence. “We should get out of here before the humans wake up.”

Rosy wriggled through the door gap. Being considerably thinner than her son, it was a lot easier. “You’re taking him back? What am I supposed to do while he’s—”

“You should come with us,” Fireheart said to her. “This will be important.”

Cloudpaw blinked. “Not to camp, right?”

“Just to the edge of the Houses.” Fireheart crooked his tail. “Come on.”

With him at the lead, the group crossed over the fence and loped at a steady but quick pace, not speaking until they reached the final house before the pavement turned to earth and grass. There, Fireheart turned around, lifting a paw for everyone to stop. His eyes were on Cloudpaw.

“This is the last time,” he said.

Cloudpaw’s excitement turned to meek shame. His head lowered and his paws shuffled. “I know, I—”

“This is the last time,” Fireheart continued, “that you get to decide where you stand.”

A pause. Everyone looked at him apprehensively.

“You have two choices, and this will be your final answer.” Fireheart swept his tail towards the forest. “Either you come home with me, and never set foot in the Houses again—” he jerked a nod back the way they’d come. “—or you leave the Clans forever to live with a collar around your neck.”

Cloudpaw stared at him, mouth agape.

“Fireheart…” Ravenwing started carefully, but Fireheart shook his head.

“I’m not going to make any more excuses for you, and I’m not going to allow this behavior again. You’ve put yourself in danger too many times, you’ve disrespected and neglected your Clanmates to eat kittypet food, and you’ve scared everyone, especially your sister, by disappearing like this so much.” He stared deep into his nephew’s eyes, his own slightly narrowed. “You’re either Cloudpaw of ThunderClan or Cloudy the kittypet. Make your choice.”

His heart winced at the stricken look on Cloudpaw’s face. Half of him clamored to take back that whole speech, and the other half demanded that he be stern and force Cloudpaw down the straight and narrow. He responded to both by silently standing tall, looking down at his nephew with a steady but gentle gaze.

Rosy took a step forward, her voice a little shaky, but audibly trying to be strong. “Fireheart, you can’t do that to him. He needs me, and he needs you too.”

“He doesn’t need you,” Fireheart said curtly without thinking, and regretted it the instant he saw Rosy’s eyes widen and mouth drop open. He softened his voice, trying to backpedal. “He doesn’t need me, either. It’s not about what he needs.” He returned his attention to Cloudpaw. “It’s about what you want. Do you want to be a kittypet, or do you want to be a warrior?”

“W…” Cloudpaw fidgeted, now like a kit trying to squirm their way out of punishment. “What if I just come to say hi to mira?”

The immediacy of Fireheart’s response surprised himself. “Then I will let the Clan know to chase you away from the border every time you try to come back.”

The look on Cloudpaw’s face was soul-shattering. The gawks from his friends and Rosy were not much better.

“I’m sorry,” Fireheart said quietly. “But you need to choose where your loyalty lies and stick with it. You’re hurting everyone by going like you are now—your mothers, me, your siblings, your friends, all of us.”

This seemed to reach Cloudpaw. He glanced back at Rosy, whose face had turned pleading.

“Then…” Rosy’s voice lost its attempt at strength. “Then stay with me, Cloudy. Please.”

Cloudpaw looked between her and Fireheart, his ears low. He asked his uncle, “Can… can I think about it?”

“No,” Fireheart said.

Cloudpaw balked. “Wh– I have to choose right now?!”

“Yes.”

“But—”

Fireheart simply looked down at him, trying to express sympathy and firmness together. Cloudpaw shut his mouth and looked back at Rosy.

Rosy trembled. “Don’t– don’t you dare do this to me, Fireheart. I can’t lose him. I can’t.”

“Neither can I,” Fireheart replied softly.

“No, you—” Rosy’s back-fur bristled, but she somehow looked even smaller. “You’re not his mother. You didn’t lose all of your kits to different houses. You didn’t—”

“And you didn’t raise him.” Fireheart’s voice was sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t stop his sudden spike of anger now, despite the hurt look on his sister’s face. “You didn’t protect him during the fire. You didn’t train him to protect himself in the wild. You gave him over to his Clan-mother before he could ever remember you, and she fed him and loved him as fiercely as you could ever hope to. His sister loves him. His Clan loves him. I love him.”

Cloudpaw looked up at him, eyes wide again, his expression startled, yet touched.

Fireheart spoke to him now, his voice quiet again and his anger dissipated. “But that’s not going to matter if you stay with Rosy and become a kittypet. I’ll understand if you do, and I won’t be angry �� Rosy loves you too; she’ll take care of you for the rest of her life and you’ll be safe from every danger. But that means you’ll never see ThunderClan or me again. Do you understand that?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ravenwing’s eyes were wide enough to see a white ring around them and Greystripe fur fluffed out in nervousness. Fireheart disregarded them for now. This wasn’t for them to be involved in. He just turned his attention back to his nephew and sister.

Cloudpaw finally spoke, his voice so quiet Fireheart almost didn’t hear him. “…Will you miss me?”

Fireheart nodded. “Every day.”

“Cloudy, please—” Rosy stumbled a few steps forward, shaking all the way to her tail-tip. “Please, stay with me. I can take care of you, I can feed you and love you, please, I need you to be in my life. I can’t lose you again.“

Cloudpaw inhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. He held his breath for a moment before letting it out at a stuttering pace. Opening his eyes again, with an acute pain in them, he turned to Rosy. Fireheart’s heart clenched, a thorn embedding itself deep in it.

“I’m sorry,” Cloudpaw said sadly. “ThunderClan needs me, too.”

Rosy stared at him, her eyes going wet and agonized. The thorn in Fireheart’s chest dug a little deeper, but course-corrected its pain to her now. Regret washed over him at the look on his sister’s face, the way that every inch of her froze over.

“We’ll take care of him,” he said. “Just like we always have. I promise.”

Cloudpaw turned around and nervously asked his uncle, “Will– will you see her, at least?”

Stars, Fireheart hadn’t wanted to approach that question. “…I don’t think so, no. I need to set an example, for you and for the Clan. I have duties, now, Cloudpaw. I have to take care of our Clan before myself.”

A small whimper escaped Rosy’s mouth. “No… you… Rusty, please—”

“I’m sorry,” Fireheart said, his voice unsteady as something in him broke. “I’m more sorry than you could ever know.”

There was a stretch of silence as the family looked at each other, Rosy’s heart visibly cracked in half and guilt and sorrow flooding Fireheart’s body. Cloudpaw was the one to stir, walking up to Rosy and gently pressing his forehead against hers.

“Bye, mira,” he murmured. “I love you.”

Rosy didn’t speak. All that came out of her were weeping breaths and mumbled attempts at words. Fireheart felt himself pulled forward to mimic the gesture when Cloudpaw was done, but Rosy flinched away from him, backing up a step and leaning away. Furious, unbearable, grieving betrayal burned in her eyes.

Fireheart didn’t push her. He simply stood back, met her eyes and nodded slightly. Anything he could say would not make this better, so he didn’t try. He just beckoned his friends and nephew with his tail, turned around, and started for the forest. After a moment, grass parted behind him, and pawsteps of varying weight followed.

He could feel Rosy’s unforgiving glare on his back all the way into the forest.

[adumbratrapedme]

Normal day during pregnancy| kenma x reader

characters: kenma | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, teen pregnancy series masterlists here! Synopsis. This is just a little scenario during the pregnancy, random, nothing important!

It was a cloudy Thursday morning, and the halls of Nekoma High were as busy as usual. The sound of students rushing to class filled the air, and the school bell rang, signaling the start of the next period.

You and Kenma had just finished your first class of the day, and you both were heading to the cafeteria for a quick lunch. As you walked side-by-side down the hallway, you felt the familiar discomfort of your body adjusting to the changes. You had been feeling more tired lately, and even the simplest of walks left you slightly out of breath. Kenma, who was usually absorbed in his phone, noticed you slowing down.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked quietly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little tired. I’m getting used to it.”

Kenma didn’t say anything at first, but you could see the concern on his face. His fingers twitched as though he wanted to take your hand but hesitated. He had always been a bit shy about physical affection, especially in public, but you could sense that he was more protective of you these days.

Once you reached the cafeteria, you both grabbed a tray of food, and Kenma found a quiet corner for the two of you to sit. You had always liked eating with Kenma, the calm and comfortable atmosphere, but today, your appetite felt a little off. You poked at your food, your mind wandering.

Kenma glanced at you, noticing your lack of enthusiasm for the meal. “Not hungry?” he asked, his voice soft. He wasn’t one to press, but he always noticed the small things.

You shook your head lightly. “I am, but I just don’t feel like eating much... I’ve been feeling off the last couple of days.”

Kenma nodded, though a faint frown tugged at his lips. “You should try to eat something. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

You appreciated his concern, even if he wasn’t always the best with words. He might not have been the most expressive, but you knew he cared deeply. “I’ll eat more after school. I think I just need some time to adjust.”

He nodded again and then, almost like clockwork, turned his attention back to his phone. Kenma often preferred a more subdued pace in his day, which worked well for the both of you. While you didn’t talk much during lunch, his presence was comforting.

After school, you and Kenma took the bus back to your neighborhood. You had walked most of the way home in the past, but lately, the added fatigue made it easier to take the bus (for kenma's dissmai) and he also started noticing how you seemed a little slower while getting off the bus.

“Hey, do you need a break? We can take a seat for a while before walking the rest of the way,” Kenma suggested, his voice quieter than usual as he gave you a concerned glance.

You smiled at him, grateful for his sensitivity. “I’m fine. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”

Even though you were determined to keep going, you appreciated how Kenma’s quiet support seemed to surround you. He always adjusted his pace to yours, whether you were rushing or slowing down.

Once you arrived at your place, you flopped onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day catch up with you. Your lower back ached slightly, and your feet felt sore after a full day at school.

Kenma, who had quietly followed you inside, came over with a glass of water. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “Drink this. You’ve been resting a lot, but you still need to stay hydrated.”

You accepted the glass with a grateful smile. “Thanks, You’ve been looking out for me all day.”

He shrugged slightly, his usual nonchalance in full effect. “It’s nothing. Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sipped the water slowly, leaning back on the couch. Kenma sat beside you, pulling his knees up to his chest as he resumed playing his game, but now and then, he’d glance over at you, making sure you were comfortable.

The quiet moments with him, where he wasn’t talking much but was still present, made you feel safe. Even though your situation was anything but ordinary—being in your first year of high school and already pregnant—Kenma’s steady, unwavering presence was your anchor. You could already feel the baby’s slight movements, but it was still early, and you weren’t showing much yet. For now, it was just the two of you adjusting to this new phase of life.

As the evening wore on, you both settled into your routine: him with his gaming and you with your homework, the soft sounds of his concentration mixing with the quiet of the room. There was a comfort in this, in knowing that no matter how the world around you changed, the two of you would always be there for each other.

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[ezrasxfics]

abstragedy fic where caine figures out zooble likes gangle and keeps pestering them about it? (like a parent would react to their child getting their first crush lmao) /nf :3

i’ve never been prouder…

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abstragedy (ft caine)

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zooble pov

it’s just another day in the circus, and by that i mean, another day of being surrounded by total DIPSH*TS. jax.. bubble.. and probably the biggest of them all, caine. hell, he’s harassing me right now. absolutely f*cking relentlessly.

“oh, zooooblee~!” he calls out, floating down the hallways in an attempt to find me. by now, everyone else had left for an adventure. i stay completely silent, praying that he doesn’t fine me. until—

he’s right in front of me.

“what do you want!?” i snap, maybe a little more aggressively than i meant to. it was just.. something about him. something that aggravated me to no end. that loud voice, that ‘can-do’ attitude.. it reminded me of someone, and i couldn’t put my finger on who.

“oh, zooble, i just wanted to talk to you!! have a little chat.. because i’ve noticed that you and gangle have been quite friendly recently - almost like.. what do humans call it.. you’re ‘down bad’ for each other!”

“….WHAT!? where the hell did you get that idea-!?” i stammer, unable to deny that he was absolutely right. but his wording..? “and don’t say ‘down bad’ again. my god…”

caine stares at me blankly for a few seconds, as if he’s buffering, before cocking his head to the side. “isn’t that what you are? when two humans love each other—“

“okay- okay, shut up- no- don’t finish that f**king sentence. we’re just friends, okay?? that’s it.” raising both my hands defensively, i take a small step back. “we’re just close friends, okay??”

“i hate to accuse you of lying, zooble, but that can’t be true! the way you look at each other, the way your voice deepens a little and hers gets higher when you talk to each other, the way your pupils dilate, it’s all key symptoms of human love!”

“…symptoms? love, or whatever, isn’t a disease—“

“moving onnnnn- i’ve developed a foolproof 5 step plan on how you two can finally admit your feelings to each other!!” he says, a wide smile on his face. or.. his teeth. how can teeth even—? whatever.

“no.” i say simply, folding my arms as if to display my disapproval. “no f**king way.”

“so, firstly, i’ll set you two up on a special adventu-“ he cuts himself off, before continuing. “what do you mean, no? you haven’t even heard my plan, zooble!”

“i don’t need to. caine, you’re an ai. you don’t understand.. feelings. they’re more complicated than just statistics and predictions and plans, you just.. nevermind. forget i said anything.”

“okay!!” he replies, but his energy faltered slightly. i almost felt.. bad for him.

“..fine. tell me the damn plan. no promises, though.” i mutter, after a small hesitation. he may be an ai, but i know that even caine has.. basic feelings. i wouldn't want to be an a** and hurt him.

almost immediately, that spark of joy in him returned as he began to relay the plan. “so, zooble, firstly, you’re going to go on a special adventure for just the two of you. then, she’s going to end up in some sort of.. sticky situation. and you’re going to save her!! once you’ve saved her, you’ll say a little speech you prepared.. and happily ever after!!!!”

“……that’s only four steps.” i say, entirely dumbfounded. he couldnt seriously expect me to go through with THAT, right?? then again, it’s caine we’re talking about…

“happily ever after is step 5!! so, what d’you say, zooble? i worked very hard on it, it would be a shame for my plan to go to waste-“

“FINE— fine, i’ll f**king do it. if you leave me the hell alone.”

“done deal!!!” he sighs, clasping his hands and bringing them to the side of his face. “i’ve never been so proud..”

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thanks for the request!! i had a lot of fun writing this!!!

reblogs appreciated!!

[stuffedwithsteve]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again

🗣️ WE ALL DESERVE A STEVE HARRINGTON TO HELP US SLEEP!! 🗣️

Helping Hands.

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (18+)

Initially I was inspired by this prompt from @daisy-is-a-writer but i think the idea kind of strayed from the original prompt a little bit but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️ Also it's kinda smutty but it also got kinda mushy-romantic at the end so take it as it is. ALSO not proof-read so sorry if there are a few mistakes.

Word Count: 3,368

Warnings:Drugs/Mentions of weed, Sharing beds, Mutual Masturbation, Hand-jobs, Oral Sex (F Rec), Vaginal fingering, P in V sex. I think that's it for all the tags, but in case I missed something don't hesitate to send me a message.

Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist

You and Steve had always been close. As close as two best friends could be. Wherever you were he followed, and he would very seldom be without you. It was just the way it was between you. 

But that didn’t mean that the lines between friendships didn't get a little blurred sometimes.

Times like tonight, where you'd spend the night after sharing one of Eddie’s joints, passing it from your hand to his, until you're both feeling pleasantly mellow. A movie playing quietly in the background, ignored as your head slumps against his shoulder, your half-lidded eyes almost fluttering closed.

“Alright, that's enough tv for you.” Steve mutters, reaching for the remote and flicking the television off to a dark screen.

“Hey, I was watching that!” you protest, despite your stifled yawn that you try your best to hide.

“No you weren’t.” he laughs at you softly. “C’mon you’re almost falling asleep there!”

“Alright, alright.” you whine, admitting defeat. “Can I crash here tonight? I don’t think I can quite face going home yet.”

“It’s a good job I already made the bed up then, isn’t it.” he says, getting up and extending a hand out to you to pull you up from the couch.

He leads you to his room, and it’s exactly the same as it has always been. Very boyish in its decor with the dark blue curtains that stop almost any kind of light from streaming in through the windows, and its plaid patterned wallpaper. There’s a few trophies from his high-school years that sit along the top of his dresser, basketball, swim team, even a medal from running track, although it's a bronze medal so it doesn't quite sit as proudly as his other achievements. 

“Make yourself comfortable, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.”  he says kindly before turning his back as he starts to walk out the door. 

“Wait, Steve, Where are you going?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I was going to sleep on the couch, figured I'd give you the space.” He says, his mouth upturned in a sweet smile.

“I'm not going to turf you out of your own bed. Come on over here, there's plenty of space for the both of us, and besides it's not like we haven't shared a bed before.”

It had happened more than either of you cared to admit, and more than that, when it did happen you'd somehow find each other in the night and snuggle against each other before quickly separating in the morning with embarrassed flushes and pretending that nothing happened. 

You lifted up the duvet for him to join you underneath them, before looking at him with a happy smile and a wish of ‘goodnight’ and then turning over to rest your head on the pillow.

He bid you a goodnight in return, and reached out to his bedside table to flick the small table lamp off, shrouding the room in a cosy darkness before falling asleep right beside you.

And sleep might have been just the thing that you needed, but for some reason your brain wouldn’t let you fully fall. Perhaps the last little remnants of the evening’s high was still floating around in your system because after fitfully tossing and turning you admitted defeat and carefully sat up so as not to disturb Steve, who had indeed fallen asleep clutching to your side, with his big hand splayed on the soft skin of your stomach where your t-shirt had ridden up.

Supposing you hadn’t been as quiet as you hoped to be, because your stirring had awoken Steve with soft grumble as he lifted his messy bed-head from resting into your neck. His dark eyelashes fluttered open as he reached over to flick on his bedside lamp, illuminating the dark room in a warm golden light. 

“You can’t sleep huh?” he mumbles quietly, his voice husky with that drowsy drawl.

“Sorry I woke you up, I just can’t settle. I think my brain is still working overtime.”

“Well let’s see if we can’t figure out a way to make your brain good and tired.” he said with a mischievous smile beginning to pull across his lips.

“What have you got cooking up in that brain of yours, Harrington?” you asked warily, eyeing him with a cautious glance, unsure of whatever he was going to say next. 

“Well, I was just going to suggest what I always do when I can’t sleep.” he says.

“Which is?”

“I jerk off,” he says plainly. 

You scoff at his crude suggestion to remedy your troubles, which earns you a deep chuckle that resonates through his body. Maybe Steve was also still experiencing the last remains of the weed in his system, because he was never usually this brazen with his words, especially not with you.

“Steve, that’s not helping.” you dismiss. “I need a real answer.”

“I'm serious, having an orgasm just tires your brain out and settles your nervous system or some shit. Clearly I don't know the science behind it, but it works, trust me.”

Trust me. Those two little words that he knew meant that he had you playing into the palm of his hands. 

“Okay, let's say that I take your advice, it's not like I can do it with you here.”

“Why not?” he asks with a shake of his head as if he's not following your train of thought.

“Because it would be weird”

It would be weird. It would be so weird, wouldn’t it? You couldn’t just slip your hand below the waistband of your underwear, get yourself off in the hopes of tiring yourself out all whilst laying next to your best friend.

“Doesn't have to be, I could join you so you wouldn't be alone.” He offers. 

“Join me?”

“Yeah, like you can do your thing, and I can do my thing. It doesn't have to be a big deal.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly, like what he was saying was the most normal thing in the world. “C’mon, you know I’m right. When have I ever steered you wrong.”

You weigh up your options in your brain, and with a little bit of the weed still clouding your better judgement you decide to throw all caution to the wind as you turn to Steve with a smile.

“Atta girl” he smirks back at you with a cocky confidence.

You slowly reach your hand down your body, chancing a glance in his direction to see him follow your actions

And sure enough he is. His fist slips beneath the rumpled bed sheets, beneath the band of his boxers and slowly starts stroking. Although his movements are concealed by the material you can clearly see the outline of his bulge as he begins to work himself up, with his face flushing a pretty pink hue across his cheeks.

Your own fingers are rounding your clit in tentative circles as you follow his direction whilst the fingers of your other hand creep underneath your sleep shirt to toy with your nipples, rolling them between a thumb and a forefinger to pebbled peek.

And for a moment you almost forget where you are until you hear a little groaned moan come from beside you.

“Fuck…that’s not fair, you can’t do that.” he says, shifting his weight to look at you.

“Do what?”

“You can’t tease your nipples like that and not show me, I mean like, come on, at least give me a little something to work with here, please.” he says with a shudder as his hand movements slow just a bit.

Wordlessly you let your hand slip from your panties to pull your shirt over your head, and a burning heat spikes into ignition when you hear Steve let out an appreciative little moan as his hungry eyes rake over your naked tits.

“Fuck, I just knew they'd be as pretty as the rest of you.”

“What about you Stevie? I’ve shown you something, what do I get in exchange, huh?” you taunt, pinching a twist to your nipples just to tease him before slipping your other hand back down your body, beneath the waistband of your panties and running your fingers in circles around your clit, letting a soft whine fall from your open lips.

“You wanna watch me? Is that what this is? You wanna watch me stroke my cock for you, Pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. That was a new one. Steve only ever referred to you by name, but you couldn’t ignore the flaring heat that burned in the pit of your stomach at hearing his dropped voice rumble out this new pet name.

Without more than a shy nod of your head and a whispered plea of ‘yes’ Steve obliged you, slipping his boxers down his strong thighs and once more wrapping his huge fist around his cock.

It was no surprise to you that Steve was more than generously endowed. The bulge that he sported in his favoured too-light, too-tight Levis left very little to the imagination, but there was something about seeing it up close like this. Seeing it in his big hands, slick and aching, dripping with needy arousal from his reddened tip that left you with an eagerness to learn every little thing that made him tick. To know everything he thinks about in his solitary moments of pleasure.

He strokes his fist up and down his length, matching your speed as you circle your clit once more underneath your panties.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” he stutters out, flushing pink when his thumb sweeps over the bead of pre-cum that dribbled from his tip before gliding back down his cock.

“All you had to do was ask.” you smirk before stripping your panties down your legs.

The air between you both is electrically charged. This is a new and unknown territory of your friendship that you’ve crossed into, but you can’t help but feel safe with Steve. It doesn’t feel as weird as it should, it actually feels right, and it almost feels like the lines between friendship and more could be blurred without anything to worry about.

Your eager eyes watch him with a lustful gaze. Watching as he works his fist over himself in strong steady strokes, twisting his fist tighter when he reaches his reddened tip.

 “Does that feel good, Stevie?” you ask coyly, wanting to know every little thing that he likes.

“Yeah, it feels real good.” he huffs, with little strands of dark hair matting to his sweat-beaded forehead. 

Your hand has long since trailed from your underwear, suddenly becoming more interested in the exploration of Steve’s body than getting yourself off. Your wandering hands carefully make their way to his stomach, feeling how the muscles in his soft tummy clench with every stroke of his cock, feeling the soft smattering of dark hair that trails so nicely down to where you long to touch him the most.

“You know it’s always you that I think about.” Steve starts with a breath. “I think about what it would feel like to have your hands on me like this.”

“You mean like this.” you ask, gaining in confidence, reaching to place your hand over Steve’s as he keeps stroking his cock. 

“Yeah, yeah…” he whines a little, letting his own hand slip from his length just to revel in the feeling of your smaller hands tugging so keenly over every sensitive ridge and pulsing vein. “Just a…oh god..a little tighter please..” he says almost breathlessly.

You lean closer to him, bringing your lips just a hair’s breadth away from his tip, pursing your lips just enough to let a string of spit drool from your sinful lips, before coasting your hand down his length with a spit-slick fist.

Steve’s trying his level best to fight against the need to cant his hips up to meet the movements of your hands, but his stomach is swimming with pleasure and he feels like he could come at any moment. As much as he’s enjoying himself, and how you’re bringing him to the edge he can’t help but feel selfish for how the tables have turned focus on him. This was supposed to be all about you, and now he was here about to blow from possibly the best hand-job he’s ever had like some fucking horny teenager.

“Stop..Stop..Please..Stop.” he manages to get out between stuttered breaths.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, suddenly worried that of course this was too much for him. Of course you should never have crossed this boundary with him, how could you have been so stupid to let your own horny emotions take over like that only to just ruin your friendship with the one person you care about the most.

“No, not at all I just didn’t want to come like some pathetic teenager.” He laughs easily at his own expense. 

And suddenly the weight from your chest is eased just like that. No worries. No awkward moments. Just you and Steve.

“Let me focus on you for a little bit..please..” he pleads with you with a glint in his honeyed hazel brown eyes. 

“Okay.” You smile

And in nothing more than the quickest of flashes Steve's body is hovering over your, propped up by a hand pressing into the mattress, caging you safely beneath his strong arms. 

“If I'm doing this, I wanna do it right.” He says softly, leaning close until his nose is almost bumping against yours. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod and it's all the go-ahead that Steve needs before he's capturing your lips in a heated kiss, and gently nibbling the plushness of your lower lip before slipping his tongue in to brush against yours. One of his hands cups your cheek tenderly as he moans into a kiss that is more than leaving you a little breathless.

His kissed work lower, one placed at the corner of your mouth, then a trail peppered down the side of your neck where he takes the opportunity to get a bit aggressive with his kisses enough to know that there’s certainly going to be a bruise that you’re going to have to cover with high-neck shirt tomorrow.

His lips descend lower down your body, stopping to press kisses over your breasts, giving each one attention as he kisses a nipple and pulls it between his lips, and releases it with a wet pop until it peaks to a rosy bud.

Then his sloppy kisses inch down your stomach, further and further down until he’s finally where he wants to be. Right between your thighs.

A lazy smile pulls at his lips as he flicks his gaze from your awaiting core to your eyes, and then in a bold move his tongue darts out from between his lips to swipe a broad stroke, gliding over every slick inch of you, tasting you in the way he always dreamed of doing. 

His tongue explores your wet cunt like a man starved, pressing as close as he can, his nose nudging against your clit so deliciously as he links his tongue over your most sensitive parts.

Your hands can barely resist diving into his hair as you gently tug fistfuls of soft brown strands between your fingers, and as you do you're rewarded with a deep growl that soon turns into moan that vibrates against you as he brings you closer and closer to an earth-shattering high. With his tongue flicking over your clit so intently, he takes the time to slip two of his thick fingers into your tight wet cunt, curling them just right to have you grinding down into his touch. All the while he’s eagerly rutting his hips into the mattress below, spurred on by the soundtrack of your little whines of pleasure, desperate to relieve the straining pressure of his needy cock.

“Come on pretty baby, I know you wanna come for me, I can feel the way you're clenching down on my fingers.” Steve’s voice rumbles.

He continues the pleasure you like that for a while, tasting every inch of you that he can, until you can take it no longer and everything around fades into the background and all you can focus on is how good Steve is making you feel. The tight knot in the pit of your stomach finally snaps as you find your release, shuddering through the high of your orgasm as you ride it out against Steve’s face.

“That’s it…’atta girl..give it to me, sweetheart…” he smirks against you as his tongue kitten licks you down from your high, bringing you back into a world where you are safe with him.

As he pulls away from you, the glistening evidence of your arousal shining on his pretty pink lips you can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes you.

“That good, huh?” Steve smirks at you all too proudly.

“Come here, you look like you need some help with that.” you retort, flicking your gaze down to where his cock was still rock-hard between his legs.

“A-are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into anythi-” he begins.

“-Steve, if I don’t get you inside me in the next few seconds I’m going to go crazy.” you cut him off with your eager enthusiasm.

“Right, I hear you. Loud and clear.” he nods, coming up to situate his body between your legs.

He reaches down to his cock to guide himself into your awaiting folds, pushing in slowly with a shuddering groan until you’re as full of him as you can take.

He takes a quiet moment to lean forward to press a kiss to your lips before speaking.

“I’m not gonna last long…Fuck..I swear I’ll make it up to you…”

Hooking your legs around his hips you draw him closer to you.

“There’s always round two if you’re up for it, Harrington.” you say, leaving a kiss to his flushed red cheek as you do.

Then in a flash of energy he's pistoning his hips into you with everything he’s got, giving your deep pounding thrusts that make you feel every throbbing inch of his cock as it spears into your tight cunt.

His chestnut strand flop down in front of his lust-blown hazel brown eyes, rocking into with vigorous movements. His big hands hold on to your hips enough to leave fingerprint bruises on your skin as he fucks himself into you.

His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, before he sheaths himself into you one more time and then quickly pulls out to tug a fist over his cock in quick strokes and splatter his cum over the soft pudge of your stomach. Glazing your skin in the hot ropes of his arousal.

His shaky form flops down onto the bed beside you as his chest rises and falls with exhausted breaths, his tanned and freckled skin is awash with a firm rose sheen.

“Hang on, I’m just going to get something to clean you up.” he says sweetly.

And before you know it he’s back with a warm wash-cloth swiping his mess from your skin with the gentlest of touches.

When everything is cleaned up and both of you feel the pull of being well and truly tired out you fall asleep holding on to each other, his arms holding you close, and your legs tangled with his, under the comforting warmth of his bedsheets.

“Stevie, what does this mean?” you can’t help the niggling feeling of doubt creeping in “Y’know, what does this mean for us now?”

“It means I love you more than a friend, always have, probably always will.” he assures your worries with a soft kiss pressed to your forehead. “Go to sleep now, we can talk more in the morning, right now I just want to hold you.”

That was all you needed to hear. To know that you were safe in the arms of your best friend. Safe in the love of your Stevie.

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[rainy-day-revelry]

My favorite headcannon for Ravioli getting together before LU starts:

Legend goes through Triforce Heroes and while he’s away in Hytopia Ravio gets portaled to Hyrule Warriors. Legend comes back before Ravio and drives himself crazy looking for him. One day Ravio stumbles back through the portal and is immediately accosted by Legend, hugging him desperately and demanding to know where he’s been. Ravio apologizes for worrying him but, being the self deprecating little shit he is, does the classic “I didn’t think you’d care” and Legend, in a fit of anger, yells that he loves him and then storms off. Then they both have mini crises as they process what the hell just happened and Ravio eventually corners Legend into having a discussion. Legend talks about Koholint and how his Ravio’s disappearance made him think he’d lost him permanently, just like Marin, and how badly that scared him. Ravio talks about growing up in Lorule and never really getting to have a connection with anyone other than Hilda as well as what happened in the War of Eras. Then, they finally admit their feelings for each other and start a relationship! (Romantic or QPR)

Unless a story specifies otherwise this is always how I imagine it happening because these two are so gosh dang cute I adore them!!!!!!! But at the same time they are both idiots who can’t communicate for the life of them. Incredible dynamic, truly. <3

[kasieli]

Happy (belated) birthday to the JJK king of tolerance (I’m just asking for a happy ending for them pls Gege I’m begging Gege)

[malewife-cas]

all the comparisons that Buck makes between eddie and tommy cannot be for nothing

[ascendingtostardust]

Watching a josh tiktok while making josh keychains and wearing my josh shirt…..what is the universe saying to me rn

[manygeese]

drawing prompt: Hazel dressed in trad goth clothes or some type of alt fashion. Maybe trad goth mixed with a 20s silhouette to keep on theme with her?

had a vision. thank you for this

ended up having more of a witchy vibe but what is a goth if not a witch. Also I LOVE the way her eyes look. @chickypooky

[teetering-dinosaur]

thank you artists who draw aziraphale with a double chin thank you artists who draw aziraphale’s hands pudgy thank you artists who draw aziraphale with a tummy thank you artists who draw femme!aziraphale with the same tummy thank you artists who respect fat people

[pastelpaperplanes]

Your latest megs pic is majestic but the amount of slut power it radiates blasted me thru the wall so thanks for that :/

Megs just has to stand there and he is bound to bring everyone to their knees 🧎🧎🧎his power….