#and then no. he is like. hes very good at mindset switching and going immediately into different faces but i swear

[abyssalpriest]

God I could and should write a whole fucking book by the end of this life here on Lev and his symbols

ill write it then burn it before anyone else gets a copy. or i wont. im supposed to be helping him this incarnation here to get a better anchor in this plane so maybe it would help more than itd be weird - im just getting from him the energy of "yeah no people already effectively have these things, people on my plane already know me inside and out to an extensive degree, may as well have it here too" you know. fair

[thecoolerliauditore]

jesus christ okay. thoughts below. spoilers. im gonna mention rape/sa and cannibalism fyi

I love it when horror games are more or less bait and switches with what the "real horror" actually is. Like when godzilla movies are more about government apathy than the monster, Mouthwashing's premise immediately had me jumping to conclusions on where the story was going to go.

Surely, I thought, the stranded crew would turn to cannibalism. Especially with the imagery in the trailer, I was under the impression they would start eating the heavily injured captain bit by bit and the crew would then begin to break down due to the moral quandaries. And that does eventually happen too but like.

Jimmy being the real source of horror as well as your POV as the player is. so incredibly well executed. There's just enough in there to hint towards him being. The Problem but at the same time as the player you're so preoccupied on figuring out everyone else's deal and waiting for the cannibalism to start that I at least didn't really realize the extent of Jimmy's awfulness until I was well into the game (the thing that finally got me to go "oh huh that's..!" was him getting mad at Anya for wanting to give Curly painkillers but being unable to do it herself). It

It twists the survival horror convention on its head -- in a game where you have to constantly expect everything and everyone around you to be a threat, your character is the most destructive in the end. The repeated flashes of TAKE RESPONSIBILITY suddenly take on a new meaning the more you recognize that is the one thing Jimmy is incapable of doing.

I think the moment that made me realize Jimmy was truly the monster was the moment it clicked that Jimmy raped Anya BEFORE they were even stranded. Like I mentioned before, with the premise being what it is I kept waiting for the morality slippage that comes with these stories usually (and that does kinda happen) but Jimmy is not a monster because he is forced to be by his circumstances, or because of some innate human instinct that comes alive when freed from the shackles of societal expectation, he was ALWAYS a monster from the very start and you just didn't see it that way because you're looking through his eyes.

What sticks with me is the horror that Jimmy must've inflicted on his crewmates, the more I became more sympathetic to them than the guy I was looking at them through. Anya having to show up to work and be courteous to her rapist (her line at the start of the game about worst moments not defining people as monsters goes from being hopeful to horrifically sad as the game goes on -- I at least get the feeling that mindset is less for Curly and more a coping mechanism she's developed to continue being as nice as she is to Jimmy) and Curly having to weather Jimmy's abuse while helplessly laying there in agony watching him kill off the others one by one, knowing he should've gotten rid of him a long time ago most of all.

Swansea and Daisuke's relationship is so awesome. I love how the game leads you into being afraid of Swansea, only for him to end up being arguably the most genuine and vulnerable guy on that ship. The achievement for letting Swansea shoot Jimmy 10 times being "good ending" is hilarious. Yeah it really is.

Mouthwashing uhm goodgame I'm going to go play that funny card roguelike now

[alieinthemorning]

Warped Pedestal [Leander]

Content: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Insecurity, Toxic Mindsets, Literal Sleeping Together

Pronouns: None

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Leander felt inadequate when he was around you. 

When you were around things seemed brighter, lighter, just… more.

Not to say that he was the exact opposite and that he brought the mood down—no, but

He just wasn’t you. 

How was one to compare the flame of a candle to that of the sun? 

So he found himself shying away from you, his friends. He didn't really mean to, honestly. It just happened. He just wanted you to shine brighter, wanting everyone to see what he could see. 

At the expenses of himself (and his friends). 

He was good at becoming sparse when he needed (see: wanted) to. Ais and Vere were the easiest to avoid because they were attempting the straightforward approach. 

Kuras shot him a few texts, but mainly had resorted to sending him worried glances whenever they were in close proximity. 

Mhin was the most difficult to avoid, always hanging around corners, finding him in the places where he didn’t expect. He understood that they were picking up on his patterns, so did the same for them. And right when Mhin thought they had him, he switched hit up on him (all of them).

And then there was you, in a league of your own. He couldn’t, refused, to avoid you. So he had to grin, bare it and lie. He hated lying to you, but you wouldn’t understand. Asking you to understand would be like asking the sun to understand itself. A brilliant star that’ll grow hotter and hotter until it supernovas, but that doesn’t matter for its only purpose is to shine and shine it will. No matter what that star will shine. 

“Ah.” He dragged a hand down his face, softly groaning into his palm.

When did it come to this?

Had you always been this unobtainable? You couldn’t have, he wouldn’t have been able to ask you out if you truly were that far out of reach. 

“You’re thinking so deeply that those crease lines have crease lines.” Your voice suddenly filled his ears, your finger pressing against the crease lines’ crease line. 

His face immediately flushed. “W-when did you get here?” 

“I just came in.” You answered, pulling your finger back to instead pull your face closer. “What were you thinking about?” 

“N-nothing” He leaned out of your reach. 

You frowned. He frowned.

Why did you frown? The two of you had established early on in your relationship that sometimes touching wasn’t always liked because sometimes the scars and the pain that came with them became too much. You both agreed that there would be no hard feelings and just to keep the ball rolling.

So why did you frown—? 

“There you go again, thinking so hard.” You sighed, making your way to the couch and plopping down, “Sit with me.” 

He did so, stiffly, waiting for you to start since you obviously had something to say. 

You sighed, fiddling with your fingers. “If…I’m coming between you and your friends then I think we should break—”

“No!” He cut you off sharply, paused to take in his tone, then repeated the sentiment but softer. “No…I don’t want to break up. I promise it’s not you—not us.” 

“But something has changed. You’ve become distant with them, you’re avoiding them. And yeah—I spend more time with them now, but you only seem to spend time with me.” Your hand fell to the side, drawing patterns in the couch cushion. “It just feels like you’ve put me up on some pedestal and that you’re gonna leave them behind for me.” 

Leander’s face dropped. 

You had known.

You had known.

Of course you had! You were perfection, of course you would have picked up on whatever this was. Seen through something so insignificant, small, transparent, and—

“Leander!” Your voice was sharp and clear (very close to his face), your hands firmly held his cheeks (his hands were over yours—why were his hands over yours?). 

Your thumbs had begun to message his jaw, “Unclench for me, sweetheart.” 

At first your sentence sounded like underwater grabble, but after a few seconds it registered. His brows furrowed and tried to speak, to tell you that he was fine, but his mouth wouldn’t open. He tried and tired and tried and tried, but it just wouldn’t open and there was a headache pulsing between his eyes.

“I’m not asking you to speak, I just need you to unclench your jaw, okay?” You whispered. “Then we can go lie down and relax.”

It took a few more minutes of him struggling before he finally was able to relax his jaw. Silently, the two of you made it to his room, stripping down to your underwear then slotted against each other. And just laid there quietly, just existing among the other’s presence. 

And it was so incredibly suffocating. 

“I don’t feel like I should be dating you.” He whispered against your neck. “I feel like you’re so much better than me and that if I stand beside you, I’ll take away from your shine—your perfection.” He sighed. “I’m not worth it—I’m not enough.” 

You tried to turn in his embrace, but he wouldn’t allow it, arms holding you tighter. He couldn’t let you turn around. He couldn’t let you see. 

He sniffled, you tensed. He slammed his eyes shut, turning his head into the pillow so that no more of his tears would stain your skin. 

“Leander” You called his name, soft and divine. “Am I human?”

He was quiet for a moment, as much as he wanted to say that you were something beyond that, some sort of higher being, but he knew that’s not the answer that you were looking for (and somewhere within himself he knew that that wasn't true anyway). 

“You’re human…like me.” He sniffled. He didn’t like placing himself so closely to you. 

“Mmh. That means that we’re a lot more alike—on the same level than what those thoughts are telling you.” He bit his lip. Once again, you were spot on.

When had the voices, the ones that would tell him that he wasn't worth it and to stop bothering his friends with his presence, dragged you into it? Turned himself against you? Made him susceptible to the vile words and actually made him act upon it. 

“Can I turn around?” His grip on you loosened and you quickly faced him, hands flying up to his cheeks. You gently wiped at the wet trails.”Can I tell you a secret?” 

He nodded, not trusting his watery voice just yet.

“I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His breath caught in his throat and he attempted to pull back, but you held him firm. “You are worthy of my love, Leander. Can you say it—say that you’re worthy of this love?” 

Can you say it? That you are worthy of love?

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[strangedreamings]

S2E8 (spoilers abound)

Absolutely LOVED the pre-episode peek at Knight of the Seven Kingdoms in the "coming in 2025" part of the "must see HBO" preview. If you're gonna stick in an ad before HOTD, that's the only acceptable one.

Poor Tyland got sent to negotiate. He really needs to leave the Small Council. "And sit the Iron Throne yourself." He doesn't want it, dude, trust me. Why is Tyland calling himself Master of Ships? That was his title under Viserys I. Under Aegon II, he's Master of Coin. Gee, the writers got something wrong, again? Who'd have thunk it?

Lohar is very pretty, I'm happy for the gender switch. She's gonna kick Tyland's ass (and he just might thank her for it).

Aemond just sitting on Vhagar, assessing a burning city that I can't identify, then they approach it. Whatever.

Aegon's healing awfully fast. Larys comes in (immediately recognizable by his limp even before the light is on his face) and says that the place Aemond just attacked is called Sharp Point, which is along the Gullet.

Battle of the Gullet, here we come!

Aegon about Aemond: "Fucking mad cunt." Truer words never spoken.

"I am the king, why must I run?" "Because the prince regent is going to kill you." Aegon, honey, if you had had complete control of your faculties at the time, you would've seen this coming a mile away. (Yes, Aegon II is a little shit (derogatory) but Aemond is worse, so I'm siding with Aegon in this.) He sounds like he's getting his strength back, if his attitude is anything to go by.

"My dragon is dead." I still want to know how Joffrey Baratheon says almost 170 years later that Sunfyre ate Rhaenyra, yet in this show, Sunfyre is dead long before Rhaenyra. (The answer is, of course, that Joffrey was quoting the books while this show has forgotten that the books exist.)

I could've lived happily without hearing about Aegon's dick, Ryan. :P

"Aegon, the Realm's Delight." Yeah, you're jealous of Rhaenyra, aren't you?

Rhaena wandering in the wilds of the Vale. Honey, you had absolutely 0 thoughts in your head other than chasing the dragon, didn't you? She's completely unprepared to rough it.

Ulf is so full of shit. Can someone kill him, please? The dragons could eat him but they'd get alcohol poisoning.

Jace finally acting like the heir to the throne but he'll always be a little pissbaby in my eyes. Can't wait for the Battle of the Gullet.

Corlys being a good Hand but Rhaenyra is in denial. Honey, the time for peace is long past. He renamed his ship after Rhaenys? Not book-canon but I like it.

Harrenhal. Daemon's mindset is obvious by his messy hair -- our boy is still losing it. Ser Alfred showing just how faithless and misogynistic he really is. Can't wait to see him impaled.

Aemond has fucking lost it. Get your hand off Helaena, she's no fighter. Does it surprise anyone that he's classist on top of everything else? And why is he calling them "commoners?" They're "smallfolk."

Alicent wants the Grand Master to get her and, presumably, Helaena and Jaehaera the hell out of KL. Can't wait to see how badly that goes.

Criston mooning over Alicent as he holds her handkerchief. Lord. Gwayne, where are your eyebrows? They're barely visible. Criston is passively suicidal, lovely.

Tyland and Lohar wrestling in the mud and she's kicking his ass. Tyland, honey, whatever the Greens are paying you, it's not enough.

Baela talking Jace out of a pout. She's definitely his better half.

Rhaena getting hypothermia and no dragon in sight. She is definitely more Daemon's kid than Laena's.

Tyland's singing voice ain't bad. Lohar has the hots for him, not that I blame her. "To the Gullet on the morrow!"

Yay, Battle of the Gullet is coming!

"I wish to have children by you." Called it! "I want you to fuck my wives." Oh! Well, that puts a whole new spin on it. (And interesting that Essos has both gay marriage and polygamy.) So, Lohar is sapphic. That probably should've been obvious by her wearing pants and leading a navy. Good for her.

Ulf embarrassing himself once again. Too bad we're stuck with him until next season.

"Serve me well and I will make you knights of the realm." Rhaenyra, you really should've offered to make them lords. This, after all, is the kind of thing men are ennobled for.

Oh, Ulf did learn his dragon's name, good to know. It's kind of sweet how he talks about her. Grace? He doesn't know the meaning of the word. "A sense of humor would do you all good." He's got a point.

Daemon and Alys in the Harrenhal godswood. He puts a hand on the heart tree and we get a vision of Brynden Rivers, Daemon's great-grandson, who won't be born for another 45-ish years. This Brynden still has both eyes, which is in keeping with GoT's version of him but is, of course, not what's in the books, Brynden having lost an eye in battle at the age of 21. (He's my ASOIAF special interest, can you tell?)

We get the fucking Night King, Daemon drowning in the Gods Eye, the red comet (which was never explained in GoT), Dany's dragon eggs, and the back of Dany herself at the time of their hatching. (I'm sure the Dany stans are going nuts right now.)

Daemon approaches Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne, then Helaena (in the same nightgown and robe she wore when Aemond tried to get her to fight) tells him it's all a story.

"You know what you must do," Helaena says, then we see her at a stone railing. I'm absolutely terrified she's going to jump, if only to get away from Aemond, who just showed up.

She tells Aemond that she saw him set Aegon on fire. Brave move, but stupid. "(Aegon) sits on a wooden throne." Our girl seeing the future -- unable to sit on the Iron Throne, Aegon will sit on a wooden bench beneath it.

Helaena is more in control of her dreaming and, frankly, more composed. I don't know if it's anger, grief, or something else that brought about this change but I do like it. (Phia is, as always, killing it.)

Rhaenyra and Addam at Harrenhal. Rhaenyra, this place is cursed, don't stay long.

"And to whom are you sworn?" Daemon starts speaking High Valyrian to her. Honey, that's not going to work this time. "Winter is Coming." Fucking hell, we are never getting away from GoT's shit ending.

"...until death or the end of our story." Okay, maybe that little vision quest knocked some sense into him, good to know.

Yeah, you better kneel, Ser Alfred. Pig.

God, Emma has big eyes.

Alyn calling Corlys to task. Good.

Rhaena thinks that she, on foot, can chase after a flying dragon. Yeah, she's definitely Daemon's kid.

Oh, now it's Alicent's turn to visit Rhaenyra. Fucking hell, none of these visits were in the books. Alicent, this all could've been said in a letter.

"He was very fond of me and I of him" Alicent, you are a liar -- you cared nothing for Viserys. I don't blame you but please, don't try to make yourself into something you weren't.

She's offering to just surrender KL and the throne to Rhaenyra. Yeah, Rhaenyra is right to scoff. Oh, she thinks she can have Aegon bend the knee and that will be the end of it. Helaena isn't the only dreamer in this family.

"Come with me." What in the Rhaenicent was that about?

Rhaena still chasing what I assume is Sheepstealer as the armies are on the move. "Rains of Castamere" plays as we see Jason.

Um, Tyland, Lohar, it's fucking raining, get below.

Alyn and Corlys wearing armor on a boat. You're both idiots. Go overboard and you will absolutely fucking sink.

Rhaena stumbling across Sheepstealer and he roars at her. Great beginning.

They're ending this season on the moving of the pieces on the board? I guess this means the Battle of the Gullet will be the first episode of S3. Jace gets a two-year reprieve.

[castlebyersafterdark]

ok random thought. does anyone worry that we might get byler and a byler kiss or two and it might end up being… weird? weird in that we’ve watched these two actors grow up since being kids and yea we have shipped their characters but like actually seeing these grown now actors kissing after all these years after literally watching them growing up together might be different??? like awk or strange for some of us since most actors on shows we don’t grow up with them? idk if I am explaining it right lol. And like realistically I know finn and noah are good actors who have good chemistry and the show won’t let us down with the direction etc, but sometimes I am like… yea f/n have great chemistry and have been super cute over the years but it’s like there’s a block in my brain about how I might process them actually kissing as mike/will in the show? like i’m worried i might wait and be excited for byler to happen and then it happens and they kiss and I should be happy but instead im like….. oh. cause it feels weird to me or like what if god forbid the chemistry doesn’t lend itself to a good romantic kiss onscreen!!! I feel like I am overthinking lol but … does this make any sense lol

Have to be honest, I don’t really have this doubt! I fully believe Finn and Noah will deliver. I think the chemistry is so there, I think they want to do this, do this right. Here's one vision: imagine they're filming it, they've only blocked it so far in rehearsal, the first kiss is to really be the first kiss just to keep big moments for authentic filming. The first attempt is odd, they're kind of laughing a little as they go for it, angle was weird. Both end up just kinda laughing against each other's mouth before one pulls back fast. Tries to reset. Be serious. Then it happens again. After a few failed takes one of them asks to pause for a moment and they step away, a chat between the two actors. The closeness these two have from all these years, imagine one of them just talking soft like "Hey, hey. Slow down with me. We can do this." Finn really becomes Mike, with his gentle reassurances. Noah going serious, calm, looking up at him while he nods his head. They do another take. This is the one, or at least the first of the round of really good, authentic takes of the kiss. They flip a switch and they embody the characters. That initial take is the one the filmmakers go with, but they still do a few more. Just in case. Just one more. And one more. 😉

I don't see either of them complaining and saying "this is too weird" like the HP actors who probably took one awkward take and then said please just use it so we don't have to do that again haha. Maybe we do project other reasons onto F/N but it's not all that. They have actual chemistry on the show. We've seen it. So we'll be able to witness a kiss with actual chemistry as well. I very much trust them.

And I'm very firmly in the camp that I don't really put much personal stock in the "we watched them grow up" mindset as a detractors to make it weird. Because that's just it, they grew up. We're at a different place now. I don't look at every adult and think of them immediately as a kid, even if I'm familiar with them also younger. Irl and celebs. Just not how I view things because it's all a journey but watching the journey, here we are. I just don't think its fair to not afford the actors and the characters the full extend of the journey and life to say they'll always be those little kids we met in season one. Negates the story, the growth, the beauty of observing a fulfilled life, what they've worked towards. Its really nice we've gotten to observe and experience this with them.

[bluepecanpie]

Before we get into the chapter review, I’d just like to talk a bit about Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law, their rivalry - and their differing philosophies of combat, and how it’s served them in the New World.

I have to admit, I personally preferred Kid at first. He had a cool design, a bounty higher than Luffy’s, and I really had a preference for magnetic powers. Even his post-time skip design was visually awesome. And he served as a nice foil for Law, who could switch/remove body parts, while Kid could assemble artifical limbs out of scrap.

Kid’s situation has people wondering whether Law took a similar L, and the answer is clearly no. The reason why is because even if Law lost against Blackbeard (and I personally believe that he did), it is not nearly as brutal a curbstomp as Kid received, and chapter 1064 is clear that Law looked like he had a fighting chance. Here’s what I think the issues lie:

Kid got his bounty because of the collateral damage from his fights, not because of any specific assault on the World Government’s influence - which is where he contrasts with Luffy. He openly admits taking out his wrath on civilians as much as other pirates, or even Marines. He even attacks opponents as they flee from him. If Oda still had that old category from the pilot, Kid would probably be classified as a “Morgana” pirate i.e. evil, but even he has a sense of morals, camaraderie, and the pragmatism to ally with the Straw Hats - so it’s perhaps just as well these pirate categories were discarded. Anyway, Kid’s fighting philosophy is to attack head on with overwhelming force until the enemy is crippled, or rendered inoperable. It’s probably how he survived the Grand Line - not giving a shit about overwhelming odds against him, and just launches assaults on whoever happens to get in his way. It’s because of this mindset that he immediately set for the New World, and caught the ire of two Yonko before the story even reintroduces him. He sank three ships controlled by the Big Mom Pirates (though it’s implied that he was pushed back from arriving at Totland), and attacked the Red Hair Pirates - and lost an arm in process (Benn Beckman is implied to be responsible). I think that the only reason he agreed to an alliance with two of the Worst Generation was to get payback on the Red Hairs. He of course, also got fucked up by Kaido. So that’s three Yonko he pissed off. Kid this time didn’t even so much as agree to another alliance - one focused on Kaido and Big Mom, as much as fall into one. He in fact seems annoyed at the very concept of alliances with rivals, more so when one easily broke up in the first sign of trouble, because two of the other captains were either in on the gig, or were too cowardly to test their mettle. At least with Luffy and Law, it was more solid because they treat their word as iron clad and take seriously the trust such an alliance involves.

Law on the other hand, is much more methodical in his approach, and even sets up contingency plans if problems arise. He doesn’t strike until he knows there’s a massive pay off from doing so, and is willing to buy time before going on the offensive. He treats saving Luffy partly as happenstance, and partly as matter of fairness - believing that losing a rival in a battlefield like Marineford would just be anticlimatic. He oversaw Luffy’s recovery in Amazon Lily, and as he left - he declared that he’s going to wait a while before heading to the New World, while the others tear each other apart - declaring in the end, he’ll be the one to take the One Piece and wear the crown. This was a good call, because his Worst Generation rivals had quickly hit an ‘insurmountable wall’, and either got their asses kicked, or decided to wear the colours of a Yonko. Law, meanwhile hedged his bets with the World Government by filling a Shichibukai position - and even that primarily was to complete a long-running scheme of revenge against Doflamingo, by pitting his business partner Kaido against him. In many of Law’s fights, he’s pitted in some disadvantage and is often on the defensive, so he uses the element of surprise to quickly turn the tables. The versatility of his devil fruit power grants Law several opportunities to catch his opponent by surprise and gain the edge, as we saw against Doflamingo (though he was able to quickly recover due to his own shrewdness, and familiarity with Law) as well as Blackbeard. Law at the very least was literally trained to be a pirate by one of the most dangerous and influential prate crews at the time, and used that training to hone one of the most difficult fruit powers to control. If that doesn’t show how methodical Law is, I don’t know what does.

Both Law and Kid took down Big Mom together their approaches complemented each other very well. But since parting ways, they’ve independently being put to the test by the Yonko on their resolve -with only those who’ve taken them seriously resolving to clash against them. Only Luffy has personally defeated one and that’s why he joined their number.

It’s easy to see why Kid lost. Shanks, unlike Big Mom or Kaido - took him very seriously. Kid’s approach to conflict ensured that he’d lose, and quickly at that. Shanks even brought giants to squash the crew - not that he needed them. Law’s fatewill probably be similar or different, but it’s clear that Law has performed better because of his tactical way of fighting. I personally wouldn’t be surprised if Law emerges his fight relatively unscathed.

[thottyimagines]

Suigetsu simp reporting in:

Can we get a hc for Suigetsu on one or more of the following:

Pregnant s/o - maybe even reaction to finding out

Helicopter dad or nah?

Taking care of a sick s/o who is stubborn asf

I thirst for him 🫠

And if you’re really feeling it you can apply the same ones to Shisui since he’s such a babe.

Always feeling Shisui, anon.

Finding out S/O is pregnant

Suigetsu

Laughs. Good one, s/o! Don't tell that joke again!

When he realizes they aren't telling him some fucked up joke, he very seriously asks them what they want to do about it.

The switch flipping from "gleeful menace" to "concerned partner" is jarring, honestly.

If his s/o chooses to terminate the pregnancy, he will be there for them for whatever they need. He doesn't voice an opinion one way or the other - it's not his body, and he doesn't really have a stable life to give to a kid. It's one thing to drag around his consenting adult s/o into his nonsense, but he's a bit relieved to not have to figure out adding a kid in the mix.

However, if his s/o decides to go through with the pregnancy, he's there for that, too.

For all that he could have been fine with not dealing with the responsibilities of fathering a kid, he's kind of jazzed to have the opportunity. God, that thing is going to love swords.

Suigetsu is absolutely not a helicopter dad before or after the birth. He's more of the mindset that the strong survive. He'd actually delight in finding out he has one kid, but they ate their twin in the womb.

Shisui

Gets weird immediately.

Weird and intensely intense.

He's up in there wanting his s/o to know he supports whatever they choose to do with their body, but by god, he'd raise a kid. He'd do it alone, if that's what his s/o wanted.

It's not that he's super confident about being a stellar father, but rather, he's really romanticizing the idea of putting something good into the world.

Let's hope the s/o wants to raise the kid with him, or else there's some serious idolatry and complexes coming at them real fast.

Shisui takes out every parenting book he can get his hands on and compares the parenting methods in order to find the optimal child-rearing situation.

His ideal scenario is that he retires, or at least takes a few years off, and becomes a house husband.

Shisui helicopters from the shadows. The kid won't even realize it until they can sense a jonin like Shisui suppressing his chakra, so...given that they're a spawn of his, it'll be a sweet 8 years or so of Shisui being able to lurk behind his child.

Shisui wants more. Like, now.

[utilitycaster]

Hi I just wanted to say thank you for putting everything that frustrates me about the fandom’s interpretation of Imogen and Laudna into words. I’ve made a few posts about Imogen’s flaws and how easily she seems to switch loyalties and I’ve been met with so many people telling me I’m not watching the show right or how Imogen isn’t to blame because she’s being controlled by the moon and it’s exhausting. I’ve been wanting to make a post about it but I didn’t know how to phrase it and you articulated pretty everything I’ve been thinking. I’m also planning on writing about the weird misandry in the fandom and how a lot of people don’t like male or male presenting characters if they can’t them their uwu sad white boy of the month and am really interested if you have any thoughts on that. I really hope people aren’t assholes to you about that post❤️ -brjeauregard

Hey! Thank you so much! I'm assuming you're ok going by your handle here since it was a voluntary add to an anon but if you want me to delete this for whatever reason feel free to message me and I will.

Yeah...I'd agree that it's really tiresome how if you actually want to engage with Imogen as an entire character with motivations and flaws, there's this immediate freakout. It's obnoxious that people seem to think all her impatience, grudges, and little snipes and unkindnesses must come from some other source (the gnarlrock, Ruidus); it can't be her cynicism or being cranky due to exhaustion from holding up her psychic barriers; that only makes her more nurturing and empathetic, apparently). Like, there's all these accusations that people have no empathy for Imogen, coming from people who openly would happily throw every other character (sometimes even including Laudna) from the skyship for the crime of having individual motivations different from Imogen's goals, and I'm very over it.

I would love to see more posts about the misandry, tbh. It's a really tricky subject because like...look, in the real world, misogyny is a load-bearing pillar of oppression not just of women, but one of the core underpinnings of homophobia, transphobia, and toxic masculinity as well. What people call misandry irl is, much of the time, either hatred directed on an individual level rather than a systemic one or is actually oppression of men under a different system (eg, transphobia towards trans or gnc men; racism towards men of color, etc). But in fandom, especially on Tumblr which is overwhelmingly female and/or queer, there is this weird hatred towards men (or, as we've seen a bunch with Ashton, masc-leaning nb people) in fiction for no reason other than they are not women. I'm not linking them here so as to not invite weird shit to the doors of my mutuals but I can think of two very good recent posts that touch on this subject, one from a month or so ago about the fandom tendency to reshape characters in their own (often white middle-class queer) image instead of trying to relate to someone not like you; and one from yesterday that does address fandom misandry directly.

It is interesting because it feels like half of the hatred or weird fanon towards male characters comes from a "well I can't make him into a palatable white sadboy" (trying to turn Orym into The Most Tragic when he is just a guy; ignoring Chetney, Fjord, or Scanlan because they don't fit that mold neatly); and the other half comes from hating the character because he can conceivably be treated as a white sadboy even though he's got much more going on (Vax, Percy, Caleb, sometimes Caduceus). Like, there is really no winning. To be fair, there's also no winning for female characters among people with that mindset (see: the entire post that prompted this, in which they must be Good Examples Of Sweet Unproblematic Women who Chastely Kiss, Pinterest Style) or nb characters (will be misgendered in an instant if they do not support the narrative of the fave or interfere with preferred ships).

I think, generally, once people start judging a fictional character, who lives in a gender-equal world with no transphobia, primarily on the basis of gender, it just turns into a slippery slope of kind of hating every character. I do want to see interesting women in fiction! Part of why I watch actual play is because it is a still relatively rare case where many of the originators of these characters are women who are granted nigh-total creative control over their characters! But I'm not going to write off a character with a personality that speaks to me simply because our genders don't match; that's not interesting to me and it feels far too close to gender essentialism for my comfort. And if you do for whatever reason want to watch actual play that only has female PCs, that is your choice to make...but you then need to find that show instead of being mad that there are men on the show with five men and three women in the main cast.

[ni-kol-koru]

1, 5, and 13 for Hayama ^^

Yayyy, more Hayama questions! My moots know me so well! 🧡✨

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Oh boy. Where do I start?

Well, first of all, I obviously like the character. Not like, I absolutely adore the character. Why? I don't know, I just do, and I always did. I think I will explain the process of how exactly I fell in love with his character, because I think it's a big part of why I like him and explains some things.

Ever since he appeared on the screen for the first time, ever since I heard his voice for the first time, I knew he was going to be one of my favorite characters. Something about him was special, and I couldn't really tell what, but something felt different, and refreshing. His first appearance was so short and yet so impactful, and it left me so curious. I could simply not wait to learn more about him and see if I would really love his character as much as I thought I would.

Then, the Rakuzan-Shutoku match came up, and my Shutoku heart was broken in advance because it was almost obvious that Shutoku will just be used as a tool to showcase Rakuzan's power and greatness. While I was sad to watch Shutoku lose, a side of me was curious to learn more about the Uncrowned Kings, and especially Kotaro. Then, the scene where Kotaro is yelling about how strong their opponents are and being excited about facing them had me thinking 'What a sweet and cheerful guy', and that was a first green flag for me.

The episode kept going on and the match was progressing. Kotaro didn't do anything special yet, and oh, Shintaro is getting doubled teamed and the ball is in Kiyoshi's hands. His opponent is that cute blondie I have my eye on. Well, that was my current favorite character, Kiyoshi, against that new guy, Kotaro. Kiyoshi passed Kotaro with ease, and I was like 'Seriously?', but still found Kotaro's amazed expression and mood after being passed amusing and interesting. He was like a puppy, he was there for a fun time. Green flag. Then, Kotaro was being scolded by his teammates, and he didn't seem too bothered by all of their complaining. I really thought he was so cool and chill for being able to take criticism so easily, and I loved it. I already liked him a lot.

Then he destroyed Kiyoshi like he was nothing. And he also showed that he can, indeed, be serious, and that he has a pretty special and cool skill. I was biased, and I thought that Kotaro was a heartless bastard for a long moment... He was still pretty cool, and his dribbling was pretty cool. He was just talented, he was just better. That didn't really make him a bastard. Well, my bias was still on Kiyoshi's side, but Kotaro was cool. That was my mindset until pretty much the end of the Rakuzan-Shutoku match.

I don't really know the order of events in the WinterCup finals, but I remember how I felt about them. So, yeah...

Then the WinterCup final match started, Kotaro was against Taiga. Immediately, everyone figured out he was kind of powerless against a Miracle like Taiga, so he switched positions with Seijuro and disappeared for a while. I remembered being very disappointed and sad that Kotaro didn't even try to face Taiga... I just really hoped for a comeback.

Of course, there was a comeback! When Kotaro asked for Taiga to add Senpai to his name I chuckled. He wanted respect, and I sort of respected him for that. In their duel, it was revealed that Kotaro has animal instincts! He was also compared to a cheetah, which is one of my favorite animals since I am a kid. That was a pretty nice coincidence! I was also pretty surprised by how fierce, serious and vindictive Kotaro could be. I remember thinking 'What a dude', in a good way of course.

When Rakuzan entered the zone and Kotaro faced Taiga again I remember cheering for him so badly! When he yelled 'Comeback time!' I was like 'YES SHOW HIM'... Unfortunately, Taiga was still quicker than him and stopped him. Still, that was a cool moment, and I remember being so hyped up about it.

When his showdown with Shun happened, I really loved how Shun's and Kotaro's personalities clashed. I was pretty much on the edge of my seat as long as they were in the main focus of the episodes. It was intense. I loved how Shun made Kotaro go all the way out and all of his skills were super cool and flashy, my little self was blown away! I loved how quick and decisive Kotaro was, and I really enjoyed seeing people cheer for him, too. His proud smile made me feel things.

That moment where he was called 'The Raijuu' and he was all pressed about it was also pretty cute and funny! It also reminded me that he was just a happy and silly guy!

When he laughed at Shun's pun my heart melted. I was happy that someone appreciated Shun's genius and creativity, and I was so happy that it was Kotaro. What a sweetie cutie pie he is.

When Shun and Tetsuya forced Kotaro to get into Taiga's field of defense and he was defeated my mind just went 'Oh no'. I remember being really bummed out that Kotaro was stopped after everything.

In the next moment we saw Kotaro being all angry, clenching his fist with steam coming out of his head, I remember stopping for a moment. His internal monologue was sort of making me feel like he was going to break something, or someone. Then, he took a deep breath and stopped. That impressed me a lot. Yet again, I was like 'What a dude'. I loved him.

At some point in the match, I noticed how supportive Kotaro was of his teammates. He was cheering for them, praised them, comforted them, calmed them down when they were angry and expressed his concerns when they seemed like something was wrong. Made me think of how observant, open, genuine and close he actually was with his teammates.

And then he kind of ruined it.

Whatever Kotaro said about his Senpai was disrespectful as heck, and it got me thinking how merciless Kotaro can actually be. I was pretty pissed at him. Still, the match continued with Chihiro in it and the Uncrowned Kings played with him well. The moment when Seijuro lost his cool and started making mistakes and Kotaro calmly said how there was no point of keeping him on court made my jaw drop. Disrespectful. Rude. Cold. Distant. Made me realize just how goal-oriented Rakuzan players could be. Still, couldn't blame him, or any of them. The motto of their captain and school is literally about how winning is everything and only the results are what matters in the end.

When everyone started cheering for Seirin after Shigehiro's speech, I just remember being extremely bummed out. The moment 'power of friendship' was introduced and everyone connected and formed that friendship WiFi zone, I could tell who the winner was, and I was not so impressed. Until the end of the game, I could see that everyone tried their best, and after the buzzer beater, I remember being happy for Seirin. They did it! They won! I was happy for Tetsuya and Shigehiro and Taiga, I was happy for Teppei, Shun, Riko and everyone, but when I saw the devastated looks on the faces of Rakuzan players, I still felt bad. I've been there, too. I know how much the feeling sucks. Failing to be the best when it was expected of you. Being so close to holding the golden trophy, but having the silver one put into your hands.

I remember that I was sad that the series finally ended, and I needed a moment to collect myself, I needed a little break.

After all of the feelings and impressions settled and calmed down, and after a lot of thinking, I just decided that Hayama Kotaro was my favorite character. It felt right.

When I realized that there was nothing else left of the anime, and that there was no more Kotaro screen-time, I decided to research about him and see what's up with him in the books, CDs, games... That was the absolute best decision ever.

His Wiki page and Character Bible sheet reveal so much about him, and I remember being super excited to learn everything there was. Learning what his name meant was so cool. His motto ('Strike while the iron is hot', which translates to 'Куј гвожђе док је вруће' in my native language) was a line I had in a school play when I was a kid. He liked kappamaki. He was into skateboarding. He had two older sisters. He liked World History... I was so happy that there was so much more information about him, his personality and his private life. I loved literally everything about him!

Then, I discovered The Replace Plus novels, special CDs, video games... Little pieces of information regarding Kotaro's personality and life were scattered here and there, and when I found them I was so excited and I cherished them like gold! I loved having a clearer idea of what kind of a person Kotaro was, what he did, how he lived...

It was still the golden era of KuroBasu, so I could easily find bunch of fanart and fanfiction related to Kotaro. I could also find friends who also had him as their favorite character! I was a little shy on the Internet so I didn't really meet a lot of people, but I had a few friends who I would talk to about him. We discussed his personality, made up headcanons, made our own fanart, one of them wrote fanfiction... It all just brought me closer to him and his character.

Every now and then some lost or rare piece of KuroBasu media gets uploaded somewhere and I learn something new about him! The KuroBasu crew is also working hard on new lines of merchandise, and sometimes, Kotaro makes it to the lineup! There is a chance we will get to learn more about him in the future, and I am here for it. In the meantime, I will enjoy drawing him and writing about him, and I will incorporate everything I already know about him!

Well, what more can I say? I just love everything about Hayama Kotaro. He is really special to me and he is my biggest comfort character ever. I will always have a little space in my heart for him! 🧡

I have a few canons about Kotaro that I found over the many years of being in the fandom that I would like to share!

He lives in the dorms and his roommate is Mibuchi Reo

Akashi Seijuro considers him a very close friend, putting him in his most intimate circle of friends

He has very stretchy cheeks and is very aware of his facial muscles, which allows him to make funny faces

He once ate snowballs

He is pretty bad with technology (mostly because he has no patience with it)

He has a bad poker face

He dislikes his UK nickname, 'The Raijuu', because it makes him feel like a tiny, rare beast

He can wiggle his ears

When someone is taking a photo, he has to get in on the action

He plays video games online with Mibuchi Reo

He is a gymnast and he does Horizontal Bar

He knocked out Nebuya Eikichi when he played the role of Mibuchi Reo's husband for Akashi Seijuro's movie

When he speaks he uses a lot of modern slang words

He lets Mibuchi Reo do makeup on him

He spends his free time by skateboarding around the neighborhood

In his original color scheme he had platinum blond hair and black eyes; in manga he always has his eyes colored fully black

In his original design he had two snaggle teeth and spiky hair at the back of his head

Hopefully there is something new in here that you didn't hear of! These are some of my favorite and random canons about Kotaro that people don't usually talk about!

5. What's the first song that comes to your mind when you think of them?

It is one of my favorite Japanese songs from one of my favorite K-POP girl groups: 'Happy Happy' by TWICE! When I first discovered this song and watched the Music Video I was melted away by the vibe! The beat was so cute and bubbly and the MV was so colorful and cheerful and adorable! It just put a huge smile on my face, just thinking about the song right now is putting me in a good mood!

One of my first thoughts after I finished watching the MV was 'Kotaro would eat this up', and honestly, I still think he would. Whenever I listen to that song I think of Kotaro, and if someone uses the words 'Kotaro' and 'song' in the same sentence, 'Happy Happy' starts playing in my mind.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon, and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

The emoji that reminds me of Kotaro the most is probably this one: ⚡! He is known as 'The Raijuu', which means 'Lightning Beast', so the lightning emoji is an obvious one that would remind me of him!

He would definitely use lots of different emojis while texting, and would sometimes send the most specific and random emojis that exist. He just likes to add fun and color everywhere, even to the simplest messages! Another thing I think he would do when texting is just not use capital letters or any symbols like question marks and commas correctly. Capital letters for yelling, and commas and question marks when it feels right. While writing the words, he is thinking of what emojis to use, not about if his message is grammatically correct, readable or understandable. Of course, I think he would use slang while texting, and would use a lot of abbreviations like brb, lmao, wyd, ily... A lot of people don't know what he's trying to say a lot of times, but Kotaro would just find it funny!

'we had homework 😐❓📚🖊️ lmao'

'ok mum 💐😋👌💖'

'im at the park,, hbu 🛹😎🏀🍃'

'TF THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN BRO 🤨❓❓❗'

'i disagree w u!!! 👎🚫😃'

'actually reo i think its UR time to buy groceries + im kinda broke rn and ik u got money 🥦🥬💰 also buy me kappamaki pls 😘💗'

[butterfrogmantis]

*COUGH*SECRETEXTRADOODLE*COUGH*

Flynn Oshkosh was born and raised in America. He was a pretty typical city boy of his young age, liked to party, didn’t take life or school too seriously, but was still intelligent enough to get good grades. He enrolled in college for mechanical engineering but dropped out when the partying and flirting became his main priority. Unsure of what to do with himself after, he decided to uproot his life on a spur of the moment decision and move country, choosing England thinking he could woo English women with his American charms 

Well, he arrives and decides to enlist in a firefighting programme as he sees an advert for it in a shop window and thinks “why not”. He’s still very much in the college boy mindset and is messing about during the course introduction. There’s another student there and she’s not taking any bullshit from the guys. Her name? Belle Riddles, and she’s focused and determined, the best of the class and by far the course leader’s favourite for her dedication To the practise of fire safety. Flynn finds her stuck up and boring. Belle finds him frat-ish and annoying … thus began a rivalry. this did somewhat kick start Flynn into taking some kind of serious stance on the course but it was more to show Belle up. Despite not being as studious, Flynn was still strong, charismatic and brave and could handle the physical aspects of the course fine, so he was getting good marks too much to her annoyance, but then going out on the town and getting drunk with the lower level recruits before stumbling back to the training halls. Well one night he comes back from a party, stumbling around, pretty disoriented and can’t find the light switch. In his drunken state he lights a candle before passing out … the problem being he was still holding on to a bottle of strong vodka, and he manages to knock over both the bottle and the candle onto the floor, where a small fire starts. If it had burnt out this might have been ok, but the fire catches onto his bed Post and spreads .. all whilst he’s sleeping. Soon enough the other recruits wake to the smell of smoke and begin to panic when they see smoke from under Flynn’s door. Most of the other lads are also still to drunk to really comprehend the situation - enter Belle. She wastes no time at all in grabbing an extinguisher and breaking into Flynn’s room to pull him out herself. He wakes up in hospital, having inhaled a lot of smoke and having some minor burns to his forearm but is otherwise going to be ok. The experience humbles him, knowing he put not only his own life but the life of others in danger had shaken him to the core, and knowing now how dangerous fire really is and that his rival Belle of all people saved him … well he admires that.

After recovering he returns to the course. The next time the other’s ask him to go out to a bar he’s initially excited … then tells them to go ahead, he’d rather stay sober and study with Belle. And they do, he thanks her for saving his life and She comments on his changed attitude. The two end up becoming best friends and completing the fire training course with first and second honours. 

Belle is offered a job immediately, she is to go to Sodor and be given a modified railway engine to fight summer fires. Of course whilst there, there’s still plenty of fires, and the Fat Controller wants to bring another fighter onto Sodor … well Belle knows who to recommend for the job  

Flynn can still be a bit full of himself of course, maybe a bit reckless but that’s who he is. He still takes his job seriously, even if he’s a bit jealous sometimes, and Belle’s there to keep him in line.

****

Idk why I can't stop thinking about these two rn tho they weren't really on my mind during my main fandom days but I've rewatching old eps + a really nice fake ep on youtube that characterises them PERFECTLY and I love them, I love their dynamic.

They're best friends, they're rivals, they're coworkers, they're married, they're signing divorce papers wait nvm, they fight and break up and kiss and make up, they'd sell the other for a corn chip, they'd sacrifice themselves for each other, they're girlbossing and malewifing, they're doing all of it and I love them for it.

Belle and Flynn (c) TTTE / Thomas The Tank Engine And Friends

Clumsy and Dopey (c) The Smurfs

[i-am-beckyu]

boo! serenity time! :D i'm sure you've heard of this a few times but never in detail. so finally i can talk about it!!! i actually have started a playlist for it asw! some of the more romance-heavy songs are just /p obv but i think that much was obvious lol

also PLEEEASE ignore my placeholder names for realms! i am slooowly working on digging up old words and trying to develop some languages for this fic. it'll take a while lol

OKAY into the good stuff (without spoiling the backstory ofc)

there are four (well)known realms: the overworld, the realm of the spirits, the mortal realm, and the underworld. tommy lives in the overworld, but he can't exactly say he likes it much.

he's lucky he's getting out! for a bit, at least. tommy is a younger resident, meaning that before he can earn any proper respect or get a real overworld job, he will need to complete a life trial, meaning he's going to be sent to the mortal realm to collect a certain amount of ingredients to prove his worth.

his mentor, dream, a higher-up in the overworld government, volunteers to make the potion that'll safely transport him to the mortal realm, with the helpful addition of keep him disguised as a mortal.

when the potion goes into play, he faints and wakes up in a new place, somewhere that almost doesn't feel right. which is exactly right, he is in the spirit realm, the easiest realm to reach from the overworld, seeing as they're connected by miles of bridge. he's not there permanently--it's just the in-between, where he waits for a train to guide him to the mortal realm.

when said train arrives and he gets on, he's in an empty car. almost empty. there's a lady sitting in the very corner, her hands folded in her lap and looking small. tommy makes a move immediately to talk to her. to his dismay, the woman is lady life, sister to lady death and here to offer her comfort while tommy makes the switch between realms.

once he does, he's in an alleyway. and he finds himself considerably smaller. at first, he considered if it was because humans were just smaller than the people in the overworld, but as he catches his first glimpse of them walking past the alley, towering over him, he holds his hands out to come to a terrifying conclusion that he's young. so, so young.

the day passes and night arrives, which tommy barely acknowledges due to his exploration of everything, and by the time he wakes up on his second day, he's being talked to. already! the man he speaks to has shoulder-length bleached blond hair and is looking at him with concern.

days come and go, and the man--phil--has been building trust up with tommy by visiting him every day on his way to and fro work.

// ok like weeklong timeskip sahdefs

phil eventually takes tommy home with him after hanging out with him a bit. tommy is eager to, because hell, if he's going to be here for a while, a life would be a good thing to get started, right? and he's young, he can't do much in the mortal realm. he learned that the hard way.

when he gets to phils house, one of his sons (the only one home), wilbur, is very judgmental of him. they do not get along at all, wilbur keeps trying to pick a fight with him. frankly, it's both funny and irritating, so he lets it happen quietly. (i have some good young crimebois scenes in this fic all written up as a draft. i'll give them to you for a price >:3)

// oh yeah also like random thingy that i can't rlly write,,, tommy when he first gets to the overworld is just like he was when he was in the overworld, he still is mature (as mature as tommy can be) and can comprehend the things he's learned in his life. but, as time goes on, he slowly falls more into the mindset of a child. by six (he spawns into the mortal realm as 5) he is almost completely lost in kid-like thoughts. WHICH SPARKS THE CRIMEBOIS SCENE!!! >:3333 but this also comes at a cost. how much longer can he go clinging onto his overworld life if he's not going to have a clear mindset until he lives life for the second time?

that following night, tommy gets a look at the night sky for the first time, and meets techno, who is returning from a sleepover. // random yes ik wtv JDDJS

anyways, years pass and tommy is now sixteen! he's met tubbo and ranboo and is easily into the domesticated family dynamic. he has weird dreams sometimes, especially this one repeating nightmare. but otherwise, things are completely normal. until, of course, he finds a small piece of paper folded neatly on his desk, a letter underneath, a stack of gold-speckled paper to it's side, and a golden pencil nestled between everything.

// that's basically as much as i'm willing to give rn! there's also a lot more,, i have SOME major events pretty planned out and gods i've spent hours upon days daydreaming about the beginning/early middle, but the late-middle and ending are the hardest, yk? hopefully some inspo strikes soon,, worst-case-scenario i type and see where it goes,,,

there's also some fun things w this! liiiike a lot of allium duo bonding, techno killing tommy but they turn it into a game, a memory book (not ranboo's), a fun milk-related crisis (think think think, what could that possibly entail? :D) uhhh and just sooo much other stuff

ANYWAYS lmk what you think and if you want more!

YESSSS HOORAY!!! DETAILS!!!

Okay one, thank you for the playlist!!! Def gonna listen to this!

This is so wonderfully cool! Are people in the overworld like angels or gods? Because they sound so fancy smancy but have jobs! But like I assume there more magical jobs and such.

And he’s five when he gets sent there?!? Oh that is so adorable because he still had his overworld memories and AHHH I can just imagine the whole “I’m not a child” scenario so well!

And she’s basically just been adopted and now he’s not going to wanna leave! But Dreams def sent the message and I wanna know MORE!!! Like I need more! You always allure to stuff on it but I want more world building and detail!!!

So now to sell my soul for the young crime boi draft fic. What do you desire Brick in exchange for it?

just MMMMM I WANT MORE AND I LOVE THIS!!!

Side note: I checked your blog for a serenity Au tag but there wasn’t one so gonna pop that I’m the tags. I can remove it if you want tho

[what-ever-happened-to-chip]

Camp Life

J hated to admit this to himself but he was missing Harry. He just saw Lana and Marcus, and J, this J hung out with them and it was fun. But he couldn’t scratch the feeling of saying asshole things in his head about them or inside jokes only harry would get. 

J let out a disgusting scream that made three birds drop out of flight and Gippal actually sit up from a nap. Fuck it he was going to see him. 

He walked in the room. Harry, of course, was sitting in front of all their monitors. Main one was being fixed on Aiden, Gray, Yuna and Natsu smoking weed and doing really stupid accents at each other. Yuna was doing her best british one now. Why the fuck do stoners think its so funny to do that shit. J immediately regretted coming in here. Harry looked over briefly then fully turned his chair. Almost as if he couldn’t believe it was actually J. 

“Well well well look who decided to come back for some Harry booboo loving.”

Yep this was definitely a mistake. J shaked the urge to knock those stupid fuckin glasses off Harrys smug ass smile. J instead shot his eyes to the screen as Aiden was doing a very racist chinese accent. Fuck did J just think something was racist? Who was he anymore?

“Move over, I don't want to watch this shit.” J sat in his spinning chair. 

“Yea they are really fucking annoying, ooooo lets see what Marcus and Lana are doing!” Harry didn’t wait for a reply before switching to them

Lana was sitting smoking reading a book to Marcus as he had his head on her lap.

‘And especially the reason your having it at home. This place is made to order for you. The service is good and heres plenty of hot and cold running ghosts. What can be more convenient?’

Lana paused her reading to put out her cigarette, and closed the book, keeping her thumb as a marker. 

“I think Zooey is right that Franny isn’t really having a meltdown like not a huge giant one. Its more a planned one. Almost like she wants to heal from whatever shes going thru so she goes to the safety of her home to try and work thru it, ya know? 

“Oh my dear I believe that Franny is perfectly in the know that to have these thoughts they must be thought in a controlled environment and must be—”

J hit the mute button. Harry shot him a look of pure hatred. “BOO-ZIE WHY DID YOU MUTE IT? Harrys hand reached over to unmute but J grabbed it his hand.

“NONONONO I don’t want to watch fucking Marcus and Lana contemplate stupid fucking books I don’t give a fuck about. I don’t want to watch stoners be fucking losers, I need something else I want to watch literally anyone else, I rather watch FUCKING Zuko more then this shit.”

Harry was staring at the screen as Lana reopened book and read with Marcus smiling with a content look up at her with his eyes closed. Harry sighed, he really wanted to keep watching but his want to keep J here overrode that. “Well then fine who are we gonna watch?”

J sat and thought a while, he couldn’t believe he was saying this but he went with Tifa.

Harry switched cameras and sunk back in his chair sulking “Well this is gonna be really fucking dumb.”

Tifa was in the kitchen doing the constant dishes that were always there humming to herself. It was really surprising they never got a dishwasher after all this time. J assumed it was because Itachi wanted them to do some manual labor. Gaara was sitting on table colouring with some oatmeal by him, that presumably Tifa fed him. He was 16 eating with a fuckin plastic airplane spoon. 

“Mommy look!” Gaara held up the drawing of him and her holding hands drawn in style of a 6 year old. 

“Oh hunny thats so good!” Tifa wiped her hands clean and went to hang it on the fridge. In her head she had a moment of pride for how much Gaara loved her. On other hand she also could be honest with herself that this is really all she had anymore was taking care of all the kids in camp or least ones with mindset of children. Unconsciously she held her stomach most likely wishing she could carry a child. 

“J this is boring, what a dumb bitch, WAAAA I WANT A BABY. Dumb Cunt.”

J’s eye twitched this was really fucking boring but he couldn’t have Harry winning. They watched another 5 mins of this exchange of Tifa spoon feeding Gaara, with Harry sighing heavily in background. J cleared throat “Okay well lets switch to Sasuke and Aerith”

“Wow dumb bimbo time greeeaaaattttt” Harry clicked away. In his head he was a bit happier least Sasuke was funny and not a dumb cow like Tifa.

Sasuke sat on the bed with Aerith cuddled up to him. Harry perked up he had expected Sasuke playing video games and her glabbering about something stupid. Sasuke was even playing with her hair, Harry’s dick twitched slightly with hope of cutsey wootsy stuff he loved.

“So like I was saying Final Fantasy XV is okay, like I enjoy the open world play but fuck the story is annoying. Luna is such a boring cunt its obnoxious.”

“But she’s so prettty Sasuke!”

“Nobodys pretty but you.”

At this Aerith let out her super fucking annoying giggle. J was so bored of all the other fucks in camp though he actually thought it was cute. Harry however did not. 

“She sounds so annoying, HEEHEE(Harry doing a bad imitation of her) thats what she sounds like.” Harry looked at J expecting a laugh and not getting one made him try to think of something to get J to laugh 

“I mean who does she think she is– “

“Harry shut up I am watching”

Harry eyes went dark. And he randomly switched the screen, it happened to land on Squall who was busy cutting his fingernails very methodically in the bathroom.

“WHOOPSIE, Harrys bad.” He said this with a head back to back on his shoulders. 

J looked over at him imagining Harrys head exploding with supreme glee. 

“No way in fuck I am watching Squall, lets switch to Gippal”

In another life Harry woulda been overjoyed with being able to watch Gippal but he was so fucking over him. He let Harry down hard. He was so fucking boring now it made Harry want to erase his own mind of all the love he used to have for him. 

“Okay J-zes fine.”

Gippal was perched up on the couch eating his signature bag of cheetao riffing with Zidane and Rikku. 

“Man I just saying everything everywhere all at once hands down deserves oscar, shit with the buttplugs fucking classic.”

“I liked the bagel part” Rikku giggled reaching over to eat some of Gippals Cheetahs. “Hey Gippal look at me!” Rikku stuck two cheetos in her nose and snorted at him.

“Hey-yo little girls become a walrus.”

Zidane ran up and also grabbed some cheetos, “look at this shit tho!” Zidane stuck two in his eyes and made animal noises at them. 

“Oh we bringing out big guns now!” Gippal opened up his eyepatch and stuck one in there. 

They all proceeded to laugh, Harry however was not. He stared angry for them being so fucking stupid. 

“This isn’t even funny J, they all such high losers.”

“Much funnier then fucking stupid accents.”

Harrys face darkened, and turned back to screen, “Okay Harrys turn now!!! Lets see mmmm how about back to Aiden, maybe he moved.”

Harry was wrong though they had not and laid in a cuddle pile on bed, with Yuna laying on Aiden, Gray on Yunas lap and Natsus at end of bed with feet over Grays. They were all laughing and passing a joint.

“Omg J watch this I gonna make Jenn walk in!” Before J could object Harry had stabbed in the potion and sat up straight watching the screen like a porno for a 14 year old boy. 

Jenn proceeded to walk in. She stopped and had a look of utter disapproval seeing Yuna by HER boyfriend. 

“Hey babe whats up, come here” Aiden reached his hand out with incredibly red eyes. 

“Umm no thanks can I talk to you for a second?”

“Youre talking to me now.”

“Dude she needs a dick down, can’t be leaving your girl gushing like that.” Gray laughed way too hard at Natsu’s quip. 

“Okay that is not what I want to talk about.”

Aiden heavily sighed and got untangled from bed. He grabbed Jenn hard by waist and kissed her while giving Gray a look of ‘yeah shes my fucking girl.’

J grabbed the mouse and switched to Joni who was holding hands with Noah on a walk. 

“BOOBEAR that was about to get really good!”

“No it fucking wasn’t shut the fuck up dickweed.”

J looked with interest at the screen and Harry fought urge to change it back to Aiden

“Heres the spot” Noah gently lead Joni up a big rock that overlooked the water. 

“Oh wow Noah this is so Pre-tah!” Harry really fucking hated how she put weird influctions on certain words but he would allow it for now. 

Noah leaned over and kissed her forehead. He was very good at knowing Jonis moods and when it was okay to touch her and today was one of those days. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it for her. 

“This reminds me of this place me, Jesse, Troy and (forgot other dudes name) used to go to swim!” 

Noah giggled, and nuzzled his head against her hair. “Would you like to swim?” 

“OMG yes!” She got up and stripped down to her underwear and he did the same. Joni ran into water still holding her cigarette and had grabbed her flask on the way too. About knee high she took a long drink and waved over to Noah for him to come in. 

Noah smiled at her with a face of such awe at the person in front of him. Harry thought she looked like a dumb drunk but whatever this was at least kinda cute for him. J was really enjoying himself and had a look of interest at the scene. Maybe he should try to be friends with Noah, he probably could. 

Noahs body was filled with scratches from last time he transformed. Harry was about to make a joke but looking over at J decided against it. Noah walked in water with Joni splashing at his direction. Ruining her smoke in the process. He walked past Joni and dived under the water. 

“WEE” Joni exclaimed while just allowing herself to fall in the spot she was at. Coming out of water she went to go suck on the now ruined cigarette. She looked at it with a face of how the fuck did this happen. Noah approached her and carried her into the deeper water spinning her around. 

“Omg J I should try to make him drown her!” J looked frustrated at Harry, he could never just enjoy something more then a fucking minute without saying something really fucking annoying. 

“Lets just switch it.” Harry looked sad at J’s rejection of his really funny idea but just hit the shuffle button on the monitor. 

The screen showed Christian sitting in his room. He was just sitting there staying at what looked like some stone. He appeared to be muttering to it. 

“Turn up the sound I can’t hear him.” Harry complied and also zoomed in closer to Christian

“Yes very soon father you shall be free, and of course she will be too, the pawn is ready for his checkmate”  Christian laughed his off putting disturbing way and moved the stone around in his hand. 

“Yeah I am not watching Christian be a fucking weirdo no thanksies” Harry clicked shuffle button again. It landed on Aang jerking off so he hit it again for it to land on Cloud who was doing the exact same thing. “GOD DAMN IT” Harry exclaimed hitting the button even harder. 

This time it landed back on Marcus and Lana.

“Oh wow look we back! YEAZIES! “ Harry clapped in the stupidest gayest way and looked longing at the screen. J was gonna fight it but was tired and just sat back with a sullen look. 

Harry secretly took the vial of lovey gay serum from his sleeve and put it in the slot. Harry seemed to think nothing ever happened interesting unless he made it happen. 

Lana and Marcus appeared to have fallen asleep in position Harry and J had left them with book fallen to side. Abruptly Lana woke up and rubbed eyes. She smiled down at Marcus and kissed his brow. He smiled and grabbed neck and moved her lips to his. 

“AWWW J-zies look!!!”

“Yea they are kissing big fucking whoop”

“Shut up J its super cute!” He said cute with the voice of a 9 year old girl

“Sleepy butterfly eyes I see your fluttering.”

Lana smiled big and kissed him again. She picked up his head readjusted herself so she was laying by him. They were turned against each other holding hands. He had picked up the hands and was kissing hers. 

“One, Two, Three, Four.” Lana counted the amount of times he kissed her hands. And giggled. 

“Bleh this is so fuckin dumb I am changing it.” 

“NO” Harrys yell startled Paine awake. 

“Shut the fuck up I have a hangover.” Paine yelled

“You always have a fucking hangover” J yelled back 

“Oh wow your back, thank fucking god if I have to watch anymore of Harrys “friends” I gonna vomit.”

“I am not back, I just was-” J couldn’t think of anything to say so instead stood up, chair falling behind him. “Fuck this I going” 

“ Fine suit yourself I will just have fun without you!” Harry made a triumphant hm hm smile and 

Turned back to screen. 

J slammed door behind him as paine went to dig for a new bottle. Harry looked towards door J had just slammed and for a moment had a sad look on his face before looking back at screen watching Lana undress Marcus’s shirt to kiss his chest. 

[eluxcastar]

Aaa let's see

Either the cover of 20 or the chapter cover of 107 with Shikama on it

Urd (shocker)

Oh god 🧍 uh, Narumi? 😭 I may be forgetting someone but Narumi is the least grating

Urd (*￣︶￣)

Raimeiki is cool, I don't like her outfit though 💀 solely for that, if he still counts as a Demon I'd say Shikama but otherwise yeah Raimeiki

Uhh I really like Shikama Dōji, specifically the way Shinoa uses him because she ACTUALLY knows how to it's very satisfying watching her punt Yū into a fence

I've always liked the scene where Urd and Rígr fight for some reason (50), but I also really hate myself so my favourite chapter is the only one that actually made me cry 105

This is such a big question 💀 off the top of my head I really hate how little we see of what goes on with the Vampires, which has happened several times. I wish we'd seen mor of what happened in Sanguinem, how they plan to deal with that moving forward and what they've changed about it. Just worldbuilding stuff. The same happened when Urd just...showed up??? And was suddenly carrying Kureto and Shinya. It then happened AGAIN recently with Shibuya, where this TERRIBLE thing they'd been talking about just happened and we see none of the resistance, we don't see any of the researchers rebelling or even attempting to sabotage them in any way. The whole thing made this "if Shibuya falls humanity suffers a great loss" idea fall really flat 😭 in a way you could argue that it shows how much stronger the European Vampires are but tbh it just made me kinda annoyed, especially when they immediately switched back to other things after HALF A CHAPTER of what was reduced to pretty empty content, pages and dialogue felt like they were cut so MikaYū could have time, none of the things they could even be trying to portray on that side translate that well. We need more time to let weight carry and stop rushing back to the safety of MikaYū 😔

Events actually take place 💀 characters getting actual development that isn't in reverse. I want more personality, how does what's going on affect people beyond aggreing with Yū, why have we been given character ideas only for them to be abandoned or just never used properly. My favourite example of this is Mitsuba, who supposedly believes she got her squad leader killed, yet nothing really indicates anymore she feels guilty or unsure of her ability to lead as a result after she's spent years in that mindset. There's also Yoichi and the proposed existence of a darker side to him, appears one chapter and is gone for the next sixty or so chapters to reappear for one line only if you squint hard. I want these things to be acted on before we close it out on whatever tf we have now 😭

Last good proper fight (that wasn't a flashback) was Ky Luc vs Shinoa Squad, MAYBE Ferid/Crowley vs Urd but that's a VERY hard maybe

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

I am bored so until the new chapter drops let’s have some interaction (if I get lucky I might get some replies considering the OnS fandom here is dead😭) Tell me your…

Favourite coloured OnS art

Favourite character in general

Favourite human character

Favourite vampire character

Favourite demon character

Favourite weapon

Favourite chapter/scene

Something that you would have liked to have gone different or to have never happened

Something that you wish that happens in the story in the future

A hot take (if you have any)

[loubouskz]

who's going first

(3racha x afab!reader)

part 2 for: your moans would sound nice

description: y/n comes back to the studio to hear the song the boys have been working on...and to fuck as well.

warnings: smut, foursome, unprotected sex, slight switch!reader(only to jisung), dom!changbin, dom!chan, dirty talk, praising, petnames(baby(girl), sweetheart, sweetie, etc.) prepping, reader back talks chan- so slight brat!reader, jisung being impatient, oral(fem and male receiving), deepthroat, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, some aftercare

wc: 3,000+(somewhat proof-read)

a/n: long time no see! how is everything going? you doing well, eating, sleeping, drinking some water? for me...I've been okay. the last few months I stopped writing because a lot of devastating things happened and I wasn't in the right mindset for a while. but now I'm slowly coming back. as you saw above this is part 2 to my 3racha fic(FINALLY)! I'm so happy that I've finally finished it. and I couldn't have done it without the help of a friend who stayed on the phone with me, yesterday and today. I had about 1,000 words already written, but with my friend. I wrote 1,000 yesterday and 1,000 more today. I'm so happy that this is finally finished. but enough talking. I hope you enjoy this part 2.

also fill free to comment or inbox me about this fic or upcoming ones, I love read the things you guys have to say!

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I knocked on chan's studio door, waiting for one of the boys to answer. jisung had texted- with a whole bunch of emojis that the end might I add, saying they wanted me to hear the finished product of one of their new songs, and to bring some drinks. it had been a few weeks since everything happened, I felt my body become warm just thinking about it. the door opened to a smiley changbin in a pink hoodie and joggers. 

"good evening y/n." changbin said, opening the door wide enough to let me enter. I saw jisung and chan sitting on the couch, looking very comfy man-spreading on the tiny couch. "hey guys." I said, sitting the drinks I brought with me on the desk. "hi, y/n-nie, did you get my favorite?" jisung asked, standing up to grab his cup. "of course I did." I said, grabbing his and putting it in his hand. he immediately took a sip, "hmmm, every time it feels like I'm drinking it for the first time again." he said, throwing his head back then taking his seat back on the couch. I laughed as I handed chan and changbin their drinks as well. that's when I looked at what they were wearing. chan wearing his iconic black muscle tee and shorts. jisung wearing a black hoodie over and jeans with rips in the knees.

"you boys look nice today." I said, sitting in between jisung and chan. "thank you, y/n." changbin said with a wide smile as he took a sit on the chair in front of the desk, spinning around. "you don't look too bad yourself." chan said, with blushed ears. "you mean the one of the five whole outfits that I own, that look good together that I've worn multiple times." I said with a laugh, making the boys laugh too. "yes." chan said. "okay enough small talk!" jisung said, grabbing the attention. "I want y/n to hear the song." he continued, while slightly bouncing in his seat and bumping into my shoulder.  "jisung, she just got here. we haven't asked her about her day." changbin said, kicking jisung in the foot. jisung whined and looked at me. I laughed and told them about my day.

"so you didn't do much? okay! SONG TIME!" jisung yelled. chan laughed and changbin rolled his eyes. "damn, yes I want to hear the song now. impatient brat." I said towards jisung, who just stuck his tongue at me and I stuck mine right back at him. changbin turned around and clicked around on the laptop, till an alluring melody and slow bass filled the room. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the music enter my body.

 a r&b intro started with changbin singing including chan in the back, then fell into the first verse with jisung rapping. I felt the boys' eyes on me, watching my reaction. soon the chorus began, the same as the intro, just more full and enticing. my head bobbing the music. next was the second verse, changbin fast rapping the first part then chan slow rapping the next. the mixes of the two different rap styles, feeling more and more captivating. then was the bridge of the song, jisung was singing then chan was next. that's when I was caught off guard with familiar sounds in the background, right in the middle of the two voices. I stopped moving, my eyes snapping wide open as I felt my cheeks heat up. jisung started smirking at a giggly chan and changbin. soon the song ended with chan vocals and the same slow r&b beginning.

“wow” I said, not really having any words. “what’d you think of it y/n?” chan asked. I looked at him and smiled. “It sounded amazing like always channie.” I said. chan laughed and looked down. “what about the bridge?” jisung asked. I whipped my head to jisung. “it sounded sexy, you pervert.” I said. “you’re just as much.” jisung said. “did you invite me here to listen to the song or just to fuck me again?” I asked, looking at all three boys. “both.” changbin said, leaning forward, resting his arms on his legs, I laughed. “alright then.” I said, “who’s going first this time?” I continued with a smirk.

“jisung.” changbin said, nodding his head to him.

very quickly, clothes met the floor while kissing jisung as I got on top of him. I ran my fingers through the back his hair, pulling on it a little. his hands exploring my body, giving squeezes here and there. I moved my hips to feel some more of his hard on that was growing under me. he groaned into my mouth as our tongues fought over dominance. I made my way from his lips to his neck, leaving a wet trail in the process. I sucked right where his neck and collarbone meet, making him moan loud.

“fuck, that feels nice baby.” he said, pressing my body more into his. my hands traveled down his chest and brushed over his nipples, down his abs till they made it to his cock. I quickly got off jisung and sat on my knees in front of him. keeping eye contact with him as I did a bold long lick up his length. jisung’s head fell back as he groaned, keeping eye contact though. 

“don’t tease him too much, y/n.” changbin said. I looked back at him and smile at him. “of course not. I want to feel him inside me this time.” I said as I jerked jisung off with a firm grip. I turned back around, kissing the tip of the head. slowly pushing him inside my mouth, not stopping till I made it almost completely down to his pelvis. jisung’s hips bucked up out of pleasure. he ran his fingers through my hair and started to guide me how he wanted.

“you’re doing so good. getting it all nice and wet.” jisung said, making me whine on him. “want me to prep her for your cock jisung?” I over heard changbin ask. “yeah.” jisung groaned out. changbin left his chair and shuffled close to me, kneeling down at the level I was at.

I felt changbin’s hands grab my waist and trail down my legs, making me spread my legs naturally. changbin’s hand cupped my sex, groaning at the feeling of how wet I was. “baby is already so wet.” he said as he pushed one finger into me. I moaned around jisung’s cock, bucking my hips into changbin’s hand. “focus on jisung, baby. I’ll do the work here.” changbin said, rubbing my ass. I closed my eyes as jisung guided this hand to my hair, pulling on it a little.

“you’re doing so good baby.” jisung said through his moans. I hallowed my cheeks harder around him at the praise. I felt changbin add a second finger, scissoring inside me making me pop off jisung and jerked him with my hand. “god, do I make this hard every time you see or think of me?” I asked jisung, making him groan and changbin stop his movements below.

“oh she’s feeling bold this time.” i heard chan say in the background. I turned my head to him, “yeah, and what can you do about it? nothing as of right now, it’s jisung’s time.” I said, looking back to jisung. “right baby?” I said, with fake innocent eyes and a firm grip on his cock. “yeah, fuck off chan.” jisung said. “watch it.” chan said, I giggled and was about to take jisung back in my mouth. 

“come on y/n.” jisung said, grabbing my hand to help stand me up. changbin removed his fingers and sat back down in his seat. “let’s get a move on baby.” he said, making me sit onto his lap. with my legs on either side on his, he grabbed a hold of his cock and slowly pushed down inside me. feeling his length fill me up nicely, so firm and hard in me,

“feels so fucking nice. god damn.” jisung said, grabbing my hips. I moaned as my pelvic bone met his. rolling my hips in a circle to get used to his size. “you feel good too sungie.” I said, looping my arms around his neck before kissing him on the lips. jisung squeezed my hips as I slowly brought my hips up and going back down. breaking the kiss as I was working up the pace with each bounce. “fuck you’re so tight y/n. shit, i’m not gonna last long.” jisung said. “that’s fine sungie, you be good and cum whenever you need too.” I said out of breath, making jisung throw his head back once again. “just keep bouncing like that and i’ll cum in no time.” he said back with his eyes closed. I closed my eyes too, focusing on the feeling of his cock inside me.

“angle your hips a little more y/n.” I heard chan say next to us. “be quiet channie, it’s jisung’s time.” I whined out, but I did what he said anyway and gave out the biggest whine.

with the new angle, jisung’s cock hit my g-spot perfectly every time I came down. “oh fuck.” I said, pushing my head into jisung’s sweaty neck. i pressed my lips on his ear and whispered in it. “you’re doing so good baby. I love how you feel inside me. I can’t wait for you to feel me up.” I said, before leaning back and holding his head up- making him open and lock eyes with me. “you can do that for me right sungie?” i asked as I bounced harder, feeling my first climax coming fast. “I’m about to cum.” jisung said, as he started pushing his hips up to meet mine. “please cum for me jisung.” I said as I felt myself tighten around him. with one final thrust from him, he came inside me, triggering mine at the same time. both of us moaning and whining at the feeling. jisung held on to me tight, not letting go. taking some time to calm down as I messed with the back of his hair as we waited

after some minutes, jisung slowly pulled me off him, making me hiss. i sat down in the middle of the couch, between him and chan. “wow, that was amazing. i loved everything second of that.” jisung said in his hyper self again, like he didn’t just get down fucking me. making the other boys laugh. 

“still need a few minutes y/n or we start my turn.”changbin asked, with a smirk. “i just need a sip of my drink and I’ll good.” I said. changbin handed over my drink that was on the table, “you better be for me.” he said as I grabbed the drink from him. I felt my cheeks heat up at his comment.

I took a few sips from my drink before standing up and walking over to the table to place my drink down. I turned to changbin and smiled at him, “hey there.” he said. “hi.” I said as i sat in his lap. he tilted his head up and place his lips onto to mine. soon the simple kiss turned into a heated makeout session. changbin pushed his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. his soft lips left my lips to my jaw, down my neck. leaving sloppy wet heavy kisses all over, sucking hard in areas that made me whine. I pressed down into his crotch, trying create friction. 

“no sweetie, stay still for me.” changbin said, holding on to my waist. I quickly stopped moving and waited for changbin to do or saying something. “take my clothes off me baby.” he said as his hands slid down to my body, onto my thighs. i slid my hands under his hoodie and felt up his body. he leaned his head back, till holding eye contact with me. I pushed his hoodie up, slowly working up his body. he lifted his arms up as the hoodle came off. I leaned down and kissed down his chest. I got onto the floor and pulled at his joggers, making him lift his hips. his underwear came off along with his joggers. I looked at him as my hands slid between his thighs as I pressed them apart. I kissed his thighs as I made my way to his hard on.

“just get it wet enough for me to slide right in.” changbin said as I kissed my way on his cock. I took my tongue and licked up and down a few times before taking him slowly into my mouth. bobbing up and down each time coming up, circling my tongue around his tip. changbin bucked his hips up, making me gag on him. "will you let me fuck your throat?" changbin asked, I nodded my head with my mouth on him. he carefully stood up and grabbed the back of my head. bringing his hips back before thrusting into my mouth, quickly picking up the pace. I closed my eyes and focused on not gagging. I felt my spit coming out of my mouth down his cock, falling to the floor and my thighs and hands. 

“she takes cock in her mouth so well, doesn’t she changbin?” jisung asked in the background. “yes she does, fuck.” changbin answered. “you’re gonna have feel her mouth.” he said to chan. “i’ll have to next time, when I’m not fucking last. I won’t last if I feel that pretty little mouth of hers.” chan said, I whined hearing his low voice enter my ears. changbin removed his cock of my mouth and sat back down in the chair behind him. he patted his lap, making me standing up. “turn around baby. face the boys, I want them to see your pretty face as you ride me.” changbin said. I turned around and went to sit on his lap. he grabbed my waist with one hand and I felt him pushed his cock into me as I sat on him. my head fell forward, hair falling into my face and moaning at the same time. I placed my hands on his knees and looked back up at jisung and chan.

jisung was still naked, slowly playing with his dick in hand. chan had his tank top off now and pants just down enough for the cock to be out. chan spat in his hand and jerked his cock off, watching me carefully. “come on baby.” I heard changbin say, pushing his hips up, making me gasp. I lifted myself once and back down. “oh god.” i said as I picked up the pace. not too fast, but enough to feel the knot building up inside. “you look so good.” I heard jisung said. feeling their eyes on me, hearing the wetness that was being made from me and changbin. I tightened up around him. “shit, you’re already about to cum?” changbin said, but I didn’t respond. “huh baby?” he said, grabbing my waist. “yes binnie.” I whined out. “open your eyes y/n-ie.” I hear chan say. my eyes snapped open and looked at both the boys with watery eyes and a wide mouth. I was starting to lose my pace, changbin quickly noticed and started helping me- guiding up and down. 

“cum all over me y/n.” changbin said in the low voice, his hips thrusting up as mine pace down. mind went out as I came all of him with my thighs shaking. “oh fuck.” changbin said as he kept going to reach his high. “cum in her bin, just like jisung did. make her even more messy for me.” I heard chan say. I let out a high pitched moan as changbin filled me up with his cum. changbin groaning with a tight grip on my waist. “shit.” changbin said, rubbing his hands up and down my body. “your tits looked amazing as you were riding him y/n.” jisung commented, I busted out laughing. “thank you sungie.” I said. I looked over to chan who was already looking at me with smirk. I slowly lifted myself off of changbin and slowly made my way to chan. he hugged me as I sat on him. I brought my lips to his and gave him a heated kiss. before it could go farther.

“I gotta use the bathroom guys.” jisung said as he quickly stood up. we watched as he put back on his clothes in a mess and left the room. chan chuckled and looked at me. “you’ll be brave with jisung and a good girl for changbin. how are you going to act for me?” he asked with his head tilted to the side. “I don’t know. how do you want me to act?” I answered back, tilting my head with his. chan smiled before he flipped me into my back on the now open space on the coach, I yelped at the fast movement. he climbed over my body, hands on other side of my head, “how about you lay there and take my cock like a good girl I know you can be.” chan said before pecking my lips and heading to my neck. kissing down to my chest, taking my right nipple into his mouth. “ah channie.” I said as my hands ran through his hair and stayed. he kissed down my navel til he was right above my clit. 

his eyes locked with mine as he brought his hand up my slit, gathering the mixture of cum that was spilling out. popping his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste. his fingers slid out and quickly into me as his mouth came in contact with my clit. I cried out at the overstimulation, pumping his fingers in and out at a slow pace as his tongue played with my clit. “chan.” I moaned out. I arched my back and rolled my hips into his face. his left hand gripped my thigh tightly. the sounds in the room would make even the devil turn a blind eye. “fuck, I wanna cum channie.” I said, as I gripped got tighter on his head. he moaned with his mouth on my clit, curling his fingers into onto my g-spot. I tightened around his fingers and my high hit my like wave. he took his mouth off me, “good girl.” chan said, taking his fingers out before hitting up.

he grabbed my legs and lifted them up, slipping right between my legs. he brought one leg down as it fell off the side of the couch and held the other up to his shoulder. chan grabbed his cock, stroking it once. “think you can held my cock today babygirl?” he asked. I nodded my head as I grabbed his hips and rolled mine into his. “please.” I begged. chan rubbed his cock over my slit before pushing in, moaning at the feeling.

“so tight still, after being used twice before me. but also messy for me.” chan said as he pulled out and pushed back in. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of how full i was. “feels so good channie.” I said, digging my fingertips into his skin. he hissed at the feeling and snapped his hips quickly into me, making cry out. “take it baby, I know you can.” chan huffed out, hanging on to my thigh, picking up a fast pace. my head fell to the side to see changbin watching the show. I moaned and tightened around chan. “so good.” chan said, placing one hand next to my head again. I turned my back to him and slid my arms up to his back.

chan placed his forehead on mine as we kept eye contact. “I’m about to cum channie.” I said, dragging my nails down his back. “oh shit, hold it a little longer for me.” he said closing his eyes, giving me harder and faster thrusts. I nearly screamed, chan quickly brought his left hand to my neck, giving it a light squeeze. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me. chan gave some more hard thrusts before cumming hard, deep inside me. 

chan laid his body on mind with head in the creek of my neck. after a few seconds of silence, the door opened up. we snapped our heads to the door to see jisung poking his head in. “just saying I heard you scream.” he said as he walked in, closing the door behind him. I blushed and hid into chan’s chest as the boys chuckled. chan sat up and slid his cock out of me, making my whence. “changbin, hand me some tissues please.” chan said, holing out his hand. changbin grabbed them and placed them in his hand. chan cleaned me up and help me sit up. jisung helped me put on his hoodie he wearing that he had over his shirt, kissing my forehead once my head popped through the hole. I stood up and put my underwear and pants back on as chan and changbin put their clothes back on. we all sat down in our original spots, I laid my head on jisung’s lap and brought my legs up on chan’s lap. “take a nap y/n for a few minutes.” jisung said, running his fingers through my hair. “you sure?” I asked, looing up at him. “yeah, we have to review a few songs before we leave for the day.” chan said, rubbing my legs, massaging them a little. “okay.” I said, closing my eyes and almost falling asleep immediately.

“y/n-ie.” I heard as someone was rubbing my arm. I hummed out and turned my head. “we’re done here. we can leave now.” the voice said. I opened my eyes and saw changbin. I smiled and sat up and stretched my arms and back. we stood up grabbing our things we had laying around.

“let’s head to the dorm and watch a movie with some take out, I'll pay for it.” chan said, smiled sweetly as he picked up the left over clothes on the floor to bring with us. “that’s sounds good to me.” I said, looking at jisung and changbin. they nodded their head, “hell yeah!” jisung said, opening the door. changbin threw his arm around my shoulders as we followed jisung out the building.

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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie. 

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader 

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing 

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.  

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     Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you. 

      You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie. 

     Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family. 

     Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day. 

     When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns. 

     “I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies. 

     “Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London. 

      “Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks 

     “I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—” 

      “Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.” 

     Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—” 

     “(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!” 

     “Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?” 

     The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back. 

     “I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room. 

     “Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison. 

     “I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.” 

     “It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath. 

      “Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

     “Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out. 

      Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended. 

     “Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined. 

     Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.” 

     Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.” 

     Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased. 

     “Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.” 

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     It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role. 

     You called Tom immediately to share the good news. 

     He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once. 

     “Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly. 

     “Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.” 

     “That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.” 

     “Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves. 

     “Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features. 

     “No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week. 

     “Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

     “Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.” 

     “If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

     “That’s cold (Y/L/N).” 

     You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

     “How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).” 

     You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊 

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     Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you. 

     “Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week. 

     “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

     “Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments. 

     “Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.” 

     “What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing. 

     Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan. 

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     The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you. 

     The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded. 

     They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends. 

    After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf. 

     “Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them. 

     Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there. 

     “Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

     You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied. 

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     The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously. 

     The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with. 

     You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night. 

     Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings. 

      “Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with. 

     Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. 

     “Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you. 

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     The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind. 

     When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone. 

     Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off. 

     “Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?” 

     “Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress. 

     “Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?” 

     “The one on Netflix?” 

     You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone. 

     “Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

     “I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to. 

     Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied. 

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     The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you. 

     You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event. 

     “So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.  

     “In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.” 

      “That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back. 

     “Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress. 

     You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence. 

     “So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face. 

     “What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

     “Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.” 

     You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible. 

     “Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.” 

     “What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later. 

     “I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.” 

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     Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up. 

     The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source. 

     The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual. 

      Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part. 

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     The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done. 

     On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part. 

     You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set. 

     Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes. 

     “Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called. 

      You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month. 

      “Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him. 

      “Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure. 

     “Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped. 

     “A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.” 

     “Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.” 

     “Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly. 

     Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display. 

     “Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment. 

      You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs. 

      This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison. 

     “Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating. 

     The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another. 

     “Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?” 

     Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.” 

     Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge. 

     “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?” 

     Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him. 

     So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips. 

     Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy. 

     Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end. 

     You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set. 

     “Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair. 

     Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today. 

     “Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly. 

     “Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye. 

      “I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot. 

     “Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.” 

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      Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore. 

     “Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never. 

     You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.” 

     Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him. 

     “Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out. 

     You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours. 

     “That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.” 

     Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take. 

    “Wait, what?” 

     “Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased. 

     “No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

     You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.” 

     Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away. 

     “What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.” 

     You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

     Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.” 

     You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

     “I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet. 

     Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently. 

     The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day. 

     “(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way. 

     Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom. 

     “Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence. 

     “Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier. 

     “You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.” 

     “Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz. 

[navybrat817]

First and Last

A late addition to @jtargaryen18​‘s 4K challenge. Congrats, Snow Queen! You deserve it!!! Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader Summary: Masquerading as Beta was an easy choice. Too bad Bucky Barnes had other plans for you. Word Count: 3,500 Warnings: Rape/Non-Con (do NOT read if this upsets you!), possessive behavior, forced bond. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!

"Captain Rogers? You wanted to see me, sir?" you asked as you walked into his office, pausing when he closed a file on his desk.

"Steve," he replied kindly, gesturing to the chair at the front of his desk. "Please, take a seat."

You walked over and quietly sat down, wondering why you had been called in. 

"Relax. You're not in any kind of trouble," he assured you, smiling a bit when you looked more comfortable. "I actually wanted to tell you that you've been doing an excellent job."

"Oh. Thank you, Cap- Steve," you said, trying not to preen under the praise. It wasn't something most betas would do. 

As far as everyone knew, that's what you were...a beta. A strong, capable force to be reckoned with. Someone still respectful to Alphas, but not one to be coddled or treated differently because biology dictated it. That wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to be treated as an equal.

Society had come far, but not far enough. When you presented as an omega, you were treated as fragile and expected to find an alpha to serve. And some certainly tried to push their way in. So you took defense classes. You were smart. You studied. You weren't going to limit yourself just because some people were still stuck in the old mindset. 

It wasn't easy having everything changed to state that you were a beta, but it got you where you were. Fellow agents and everyone else alike treated you fairly because of how hard you worked. The scent blockers and suppressants helped you maintain the masquerade. Only your medical file told the truth and no one had access to that. If they knew the truth...it would all be undone. 

"And I see you're taking some time off for yourself, which is good."

"Just a short leave," you brushed off. You still had to have heats and you were thankful they weren't that often. You were also meticulous in your scheduling. The risk of an alpha catching an unmated omega in heat was too much to leave to chance. Especially if a bond was forced on you. 

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," he began, leaning back in his chair. "It's not my place to ask what you plan to do on your own time, but I just want to make sure you feel comfortable and safe here. Things have been...tense and a few have noticed."

"You mean with Sergeant Barnes?" you questioned.

"Yes," he nodded sadly. 

"It's nothing, sir. It's...silly."

The Captain's look was almost one of disapproval. "It's enough to make you look uncomfortable, so I'd like to hear what you have to say."

"I don't think Sergeant Barnes likes me very much," you blurted out, lowering your eyes. It sounded so childish. What was wrong with you today?

A small chuckle brought your gaze back up. "Just out of curiosity, why would you think he doesn't like you?"

How were you supposed to answer that? Truthfully, it was difficult to be around Bucky. You were drawn to him. You had been since the two of you met. He was a strong Alpha and it broke your heart what he had been through. It seemed like he felt a spark until he was told that you were a beta. You distanced yourself almost immediately and it was for the best. You weren't ready to be bonded or to reveal to anyone what you were.

Still, you didn't want things to be tense since you had to work together. You tried to get him to talk to you, but he barely said a word. Switching tactics, you did your best to be silent around him. That seemed to upset him more. The glares and subtle growls were unnerving, but you kept your cool. Just like you trained yourself to do.

"I just don't think he does."

"It's tough for Bucky to get close to some after everything."

"And we'll...after the last mission…" you trailed off. 

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Bucky snapped once two of you were out of sight.

"I wasn't?" it came out more of a question than an answer. "I did what I had to and the bullet didn't even hit me."

"That was meant for me and you could've been killed," he said in a low voice.

"I know it was...but you've been hurt enough," you countered, shrugging off your jacket and tossing it away.

Your words stunned him as he caught the garment in mid-air. The astonished look stayed for a second longer before he scowled. "Don't do something so careless again. Do you understand me?"

"Is this how you thank other agents who save your life?" you muttered as you tried to walk past, stopping when the metal hand gripped your arm.

Bucky's eyes were cold when he leaned down. Your entire body went stiff, fearing that he would try to scent you. No. Your blockers were strong. No way could he pick up anything. Relief didn't fill you though when his lips touched your ear. "That's. An. Order."

Your head tilted slightly in response to his tone, quickly stopping it from moving more. You weren't sure if he meant to slip into his alpha voice and it was hard to control your reaction. Thankfully, you bit back the whine that bubbled in your throat. "Yes, sir."

You couldn't help but shiver as he released you and walked away.

"Bucky was more angry at himself than at you," Steve's voice brought you back to the present. "That being said, he has been more moody than usual and I just wanted to make sure this leave didn't have anything to do with that.”

"I appreciate the concern, but I had this leave planned. I feel safe here."

Relief went through you when Steve nodded. "I won't keep you then. Just enjoy the time off and we'll touch base after."

"Thank you, Steve. I will," you smiled as you stood up to go, feeling a bit lightheaded. 

"Is everything alright?"

"Just fine. Stood up too fast. I really need that break," you teased as you went toward the door.

"Oh, one more thing?" he called out before you left. "Bucky does like you. Just remember that."

You nodded in thanks as you shut the door. That was...strange the way he said that. You didn't dwell on it. You just needed to grab your bag and go. 

You were about to head to your floor when you caught Bucky's scent close by. The alpha turned the corner, his eyes meeting yours immediately. In a Henley and jeans, he still carried himself with raw power. You nearly purred when he walked toward you and...God, you needed to keep it together.

"Sergeant Barnes," you exhaled before you cleared your throat.

"I thought you were on leave," he grumbled as he regarded you.

"I'm about to head out."

"Not without your jacket. I still have it," he told you.

"Oh," you said, realizing you never got it back after the mission. "Yeah, I can get it right now."

He wordlessly led you to the elevator, not looking at you as you both stepped in. Your head spun as he stayed close. He may have been called the Winter Soldier, but his scent was like a warm campfire. His scent was always enticing to you. Combined with the leather he wore, it made your knees feel weak. 

You nearly stumbled out when the doors opened. "Just eager to go."

Bucky narrowed his eyes as he walked past you. Shame filled you as you followed. You didn't want him upset with you. You didn't...Something was off. You needed to get your jacket and head out fast. 

"I can wait out here," you offered when he opened his door. When he didn't respond, you took a few cautious steps inside and allowed him to follow.

His scent was even stronger as he shut the door. And it felt so warm. You hadn't expected it to be. 

"Wait right here," he ordered, pointing at the couch as he went to his bedroom. 

You immediately went to take a seat, like he had given you a command. Your heart was beating a bit faster. You were starting to get nervous. Maybe being in close proximity to Bucky was getting to you. Just another sign that you needed to go. 

Bucky emerged a moment later with your jacket, making you stand. Your legs actually wobbled. 

"Thank you. I really appreciate it," you recovered with a smile as you reached for it. 

"One thing first," he said, pulling it away before you could take it. 

"Um...sure," you said as you lowered your hand.

"Did you know that scent blockers don't always stop scents from transferring to fabrics?"

"...what?"

Bucky stared into your eyes as he brought the garment up, pointing at a spot on the collar. "Most people wouldn't notice, but then again...I'm not a regular alpha."

"Sergeant…" you tried as you moved away from the couch. 

"Hydra did a lot of things to me...and my senses are exceptionally heightened," he explained, dropping the jacket to the floor. "I knew your scent was off the moment we met."

You glanced around the room for something to defend yourself. It was only then did you notice the water and snacks nearby...things you always stocked up for yourself when you were in heat.

"It didn't make sense to me because everyone said you were a beta, but you didn't smell like one. And no matter how hard you tried...you didn't act like one either."

"Bucky, I need to go," you said, proud that your voice didn't waver when you used his name.

"You were too...sweet around me. Even when you didn't speak to me, you looked my way for approval," he continued as he slowly stalked you.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you whispered. It was too hot in the room. His scent was too strong. "I'm not-"

"Don't lie to me," he snapped, making you flinch. "When I caught your scent on your jacket, I knew that you were hiding from me...Omega."

You threw the punch the moment the word left his mouth, but he easily dodged it. In fact, he looked amused that you tried. 

"I'm leaving."

"I found your medical records," he stated as he dodged another punch, like you didn't speak. "And your suppressants."

"No," you whispered, your breathing heavier as you tried to kick. Your motions were sluggish. Careless. It wasn't right. "I've been taking them...every day."

"You've been taking the pills in your bottle," he agreed. "The ones I put there."

You wanted to scream that he was wrong, but it made sense now. The room wasn't hot. You were. The dizziness. The slow, weak movements. And the fact that you were starting to feel slick...

"You had no right!" you yelled as you backed into the door. 

"You had no right," he said quietly as he caged you in, which was somehow more threatening than him yelling back. "Denying your need...denying your nature...denying ME."

You felt like you were suffocating when Bucky's mouth descended on yours. It was pathetic how easily his tongue slid past your lips. Your whimper was consumed as he took over, just a small taste of what was to come. Each sweep of his tongue made it harder to fight. You hated feeling weak.

"Let me go," you snarled when he pulled his lips away, but the sound was kittenish and small.

"You lied to me," he snarled back as he tore your clothes to pieces. "You lied to yourself."

"Stop," you gasped when his hands roamed your heated skin, his eyes full of hunger as he took in the sight of you. 

"Do you know how many mornings I woke up hard thinking of you? Do you know how empty I felt each time I came because it wasn't inside you?"

"You can't. We can't," you begged. You weren't ready for this. 

"How many agents I almost killed just for looking at you?" he continued as he kicked your legs apart, pressing his closed hardness against you. He was huge. He would tear you apart.

"Stop," you begged again when he ground his hips, your slick dampening his jeans.

"You belong to me. I belong to you," he swore, a frenzied look in his eyes. "You knew. You know."

You had denied your alpha. Your mate. It wasn't to hurt him. You just wanted to live your own life. Couldn't he understand that?

"Bucky, it's...not too late," you panted when his hand moved between your bodies. You were already so wet. "We can...talk. After...my heat. I promise."

"You're not denying me again, omega," he rumbled when his first finger breached you. "Fuck, doll. You're tight for me."

You gasped when another finger pushed in. You didn't want it to be like this. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. You couldn't even push him away. Your body was out of your control. 

The digits curled inside you, the lewd, squelching sound a reminder that your body was surrendering to him. "Alpha."

The growl he let out was feral as he quickly pulled his fingers out and yanked your shaking form from the door. You didn't even make it to the bedroom. He just put you on your knees right there. 

“Spread those legs for me, doll. Present for your alpha."

"Bucky, please," you pleaded.

"Present," he growled.

You trembled as you pressed your chest down, your ass in the air as you parted your legs. You didn't have to touch yourself to know you were drenched. And from the moan of satisfaction behind you, he was no doubt taking in the sight of your twitching hole.

"Such a pretty pussy for me to ruin...and we have your whole heat to make up for how long I had to wait," he said darkly as he undressed.

Your breaths came in quick pants as his body was suddenly draped over yours. As terrified as you were, your heat was beginning to drive your rational thoughts from your mind. His scent was intoxicating and you felt so empty. You wanted to be fucked, bred and claimed. You didn't dare to say that out loud. You couldn't.

"I thought Hydra took everything from me...but they couldn't take you. And I've waited too long for you."

Strong hands gripped your thighs to keep them apart, keeping you from moving when you felt his thick head slide along your soaked folds. "Bucky, please! I've never done this!"

You felt him freeze as the words rang out in the room. "You haven't?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your cheek against the carpet. You hadn't meant to confess that, but your mind was fighting control of your body. "No one. I...I use toys. Bucky, please."

You couldn't tell at this point if you were begging to stop or for him to take you. Your body was at war with the rest of you. You wanted him...but you didn't want to lose yourself. If he took you, there would be no going back.

"You really were made for me."

You were certain anyone nearby would have heard you scream when he lined himself up and thrust deep. He felt enormous...so long and thick. You contracted around him, your body accommodating to his size. You wondered if you should scream again, but you knew no one was coming to save you. You couldn't even save yourself. 

 "Fuck, my perfect omega. Mine."

Your teeth sank into your lower lip to keep as quiet as you could, but it didn't stop you from crying out when he moved. The overwhelming pressure and fullness reminded you that this was real...Every inch of his cock split you open, carving out a place inside you that now belonged to him. Maybe it always had. You were certain you'd never feel empty again.

Your breath caught in your throat when he rolled his hips. You couldn't trick your body into being something else and this claim proved it. Everything you worked for was being fucked out of you. Every moan that slipped out spurred him on. You could never deny what he brought out of you.

"You smell so sweet. Can't wait to taste you...fuck you with my tongue until you scream that you're mine. Or maybe I won't let you come until you really beg...show me that you're sorry from hiding it from me."

"Bucky...Alpha!"

"Fuck, omega. That's it. Scream for me. Keep grinding that tight pussy down on my cock. Take me."

The brutal slaps of skin-on-skin taunted you, feeling him stroke a fire within you. He hit parts of you that your toys never seemed to reach. Tears fell from the overwhelming desire he produced. And for the part of you forever changed. Pieces of yourself were breaking and he filled the cracks with himself. Even if he let you go, he would forever be a part of you.

"You're mine, doll. You hear me?" he grunted in your ear.

"Yes, I'm yours."

"My. Name."

"Bucky!" you shouted, spots starting to fill your vision the further he brought you the edge.

"You're gonna give me a family. Just like I always wanted. Fuck."

"Family?" you whined. He couldn't mean that. He couldn't get you pregnant.

"I'm gonna fill you up, doll. You're gonna take my knot so well."

"N-No," you moaned as you gripped the carpet. 

"Still fighting," he groaned, making you cry out when he snapped his hips harder. "My beautiful, sweet omega, I'm gonna come until it's dripping out of you. Until you can taste me. And after I knock you up, I'm gonna do it all over again."

You wailed as you tried to fight off the pleasure building at his words. A fresh wave of slick was produced as the thought of being round and filled with him popped into your mind. Right now, you wanted it. You wanted all of it. 

"Are you mine?"

"Yes," you moaned.

"Then come on your alpha's cock like a good omega," he demanded, his Alpha command undeniable.

You came with the force of a supernova, the explosion of pleasure racking your body. You were shocked the carpet didn't tear from your grip. You tried to hide your face as you moaned, but a hand to your head kept you still as he kept his punishing pace. 

"Doll...Fuck," he snarled as he rode out your orgasm.

A part of you that was always denied finally felt sated. Your combined scents only made the ecstasy stronger. It continued until you heard him groan deep in warning. That made your breath catch, combined with feeling him swell. "Bucky, I can't!" you pleaded. You couldn't take it. 

"You can...you were made for me."

You cried out as his knot pushed inside you, the sound mixing with his ferocious growl. The burn made your cry fade into a hiss before it triggered another orgasm. You felt like you were floating as your bodies locked together. Feeling him come, the heavy stream blending a fresh wave of slick, made your eyes roll back. It was hot, thick and you knew it wouldn't be the last time you felt it. 

"One more thing, doll."

You were clenching around him, more waves of pleasure washing over you, before you felt his teeth graze your neck. "B...Bucky?" you were barely able to speak.

"Never letting you go, doll," he promised, his voice dark and low against your skin. "Ever."

"Bucky!"

Your scream died in your throat when he sank his teeth in. You felt the mating bond snap into place, like strings had been tied around your mind, body, heart and soul. It didn't matter if you took another suppressant. Scent blockers wouldn't do a thing. Your life was no longer your own. You were his now.

"No one else is going to have you," he whispered as your eyes drifted shut. "I'm your first and last...Alpha and Omega."

*****

Steve glanced at his phone when it rang, a warm smile on his face as he answered. "Hey, Buck."

"Hey, punk. Just checking in."

"How did it go?" Steve asked. 

"We bonded. It's...going to be a bit of a fight once the heat is over."

"I know...you have a stubborn omega on your hands, but strong. You finally have your mate," he smiled.

"I do," Bucky said fondly. "Thanks for your help."

"Thank Bruce. He was able to match up the placebos to look like the suppressants."

"...What if my sweet omega is a runner?"

"Your mate isn't getting away...Ever," the Captain promised as he reopened your file, the word OMEGA right at the top. "We'll make sure of that."