#forgive me for my slow pace lol

[finsplurtz]

can’t dom — katsuki.bakugou

— subtop ! male.reader x dombot ! Katsuki Bakugo

— contents : dom!bottom bakugo to sub , riding , challenge lol! overstim , crying , biting , -150 aura

warnings : none that ik of…

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last time you fucked bakugou he tried taking control. you guys were mid fuck when he pounced on you and tried riding you but you quickly regained that control by fucking him into next week.

he wasn’t upset at the moment but afterwards, definitely. he refused to speak to you or even acknowledge you.. but he couldn’t go very far with the silent treatment as he started to crave you again.

“yn why don’t you let me dom.” he asked when you guys were alone.

“well….because you probably suck at it and you won’t make me cum, I have my own pace” you smiled and kissed his cheek while he shoved you away.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW I SUCK AT IT I COULD BE REALLY GOOD.” he yelled at you, you sighed.

“fineee if you really wanna try to, go ahead but I guarantee you won’t be able to make me cum”

“you’ll fucking see you bastard..” he grit his teeth and stormed out of the room.

well this should be erm fun

“I’ll make you eat your words bitch..” said the blonde while he pressed your tip against his hole. you were lying down on your bed with your hands behind your head watching your cute boyfriend try to use you as his fuck toy.

as expected, he was going painfully slow. taking his time. not on purpose… you’re just really big and getting you inside him without your help takes mad time.

“nngh…” he moaned at the stretch, he wasn’t even half way down and you started to contemplate wether or not you should just knock him out and fuck him restlessly, enough that he forgives you for not letting him dominate.

once he FINALLY got you all the way in he was already out of breath and flustered, his hands rested on your abdomen and he looked at your…..unsatisfied face…..

his breath hitched and he grit his teeth.

“I-i can make you…cum..! I won’t stop till you’re..crying from me m-milking you..” he smirked as best as he could, you just smiled at his cuteness, you were fighting the urge to fuck him up right then and there….

He slowly lifted himself up and lowered himself down, his own body already twitching. He’d glance at you to see some sort of reaction but you were just watching it happen, with a nonchalant expression.

His bit the inside of his cheeks and picked up the pace, hitting his own prostate harder and faster drawing nasty whiny moans out of him.

he peeked at you and felt his dick throb at the sight of you panting with furrowed eyebrows. He started getting restless, bouncing on your cock. the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filled the room along with the sweet smell of sex.

“haa…auhn..~ s..sto..” the blonde whined feeling your hands gently caress his milky thighs, he harshly grabbed your hands and placed them above your head as to…….pin you

your boyfriend being shorter than you, he was basically laying on you and gave up on trying to hold your hands back. He continued to fuck himself on your dick, his moans sounded clearer since he was closer to you, he was making this way harder.

“uugh-! Imma c…c..uaahhn~!” He jolted up, his cum spilling on both yours and his stomach. you quietly sighed and pet his head as he was trying to catch his breath.

he was confused but then realized…..you still hadn’t come yet….? he sat up and looked you in the face with an angry expression.

“I…I’m not.. done…” his shaky hands helped him lift himself up and SLAM himself down on your twitching dick, you let out a very small grunt of pleasure and he grinned.

he continued to do that, just slam himself on your length while squeezing around you, it hadn’t even been 40 minutes and this was already taking a lot of out him, you weren’t even close to coming…

he continued to do that for at least 2..and a half hours

by now your dick hurt from it being rubbed on too much, but other than that you were totally fine. Your boyfriend on the other end….. his thighs would twitch out of nowhere, his shaky arms couldn’t even help him lift himself up. Tears stained his frustrated face, a bit of drool slipping out. he’d made a sticky mess downstairs, his cum covered his dick and your stomach, he didn’t have the energy to get it up anymore.

“ugh…w-why won’t you…c-c…cum..” he slowly began to grind on you to maybe get you to cum. The only reason you haven’t taken over was cause well, he asked you not to and he was DETERMINED.

“katsuki, are you done?” you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. His eyes widened…….you weren’t…close at all..

more tears welled up in his eyes and his lip trembled, you almost felt bad…

you sat up and he squeaked feeling you accidentally hit his sweet spot. “you did well, dear..” you kissed his lips. He was too tired to fight you off, his eyes were starting to flutter shut

“k- katsuki don’t pass out on me…….” you gently tapped his face to keep him awake. He had riled you up, there’s no way you can go to sleep now… but he’d come so many times:(

“fine just…let me..” he gasped as you lifted his ass up and slowly slid him back down, this was like the pace he was going at. you can’t come to this… you began to fuck into him quicker and rougher, his chest rose and fell rapidly as louder moans filled the bedroom.

“UGH FU- STOP S..SLOW D-DOWN—! HURTS..!” he bit your shoulder hardd, you hissed and pushed his back on the bed continuing to fuck him while watching him freak out and lose himself in the pleasure.

“NNH..C..CUM..” his nails digging into your thighs as he twitched and came with a scream. you kept going even after he came, you were close just need a bit more….

“aghh…~! so..so d..deep mhhn”he didn’t struggle anymore, no complaints he just took it. you could hear a bit of a smile behind his moans, you looked at him and he was in pure bliss.

this pushed you over the edge and you let out a pathetic whimper into his ear as you filled him up with your hot liquids.

hair stuck to his forehead and he bit his bottom lip moaning girlishly.

He was trembling crazy, he laughed a little before telling you to fuck him deeper in which you sighed tiredly and pulled out of him. He whined a “noooo” in return, the tiredness coming back to him.

you moved him closer to you and ran your fingers thru his hair to put him to sleep faster. he let out a small “hate you” before knocking out for the next couple hours.

next morning he woke up and started a tantrum

“you lost”

“NO FUCKFACE YOURE JUST HARD TO PLEASE”

“you had 3 hours of riding me and you couldn’t get anything out of me….” You argued and he yelled at you for hours

he tired himself out once again and fell back asleep in the comforts of your arms.

a/n; he’s cute yall sthu

[politemenacephd]

Stress Relief (18+)

Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader Content: Heavy Daddy Kink, Mild degradation, Workplace sex, Spanking, PinV sex, Size Kink, Mild Breeding kink, Creampie

Notes: (No gendered terms are used for reader and there's no mention of characteristics, but vaginal terminology is used so be aware!!) forgive me I'm just a little feral rn lol

‘Mm- f-fuck, Mig—’

‘Shh, shh.’

Miguel’s sharp rebuttal made you pout, but the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out quickly humbled you once more. You bit your lip as he continued to rail your body into his desk.

‘Come on, one more.'

‘F-Fuck—daddy.’

You felt your face burning as you offered up that sweet gratification, and he rewarded you with a sharp smack to your bare ass. You felt him grunt with pleasure as it bounced against his calloused hand.

‘Así así, mm- tu pucha está mojadita' he murmured, more to himself than to you.'

You were bent over his work desk which he had hovering in the air, offering just the barest semblance of privacy for your little fuckfest. You’d only come in to give him some paperwork from Jess. Now he was balls deep inside you with your waist in his grip, his fingers barely an inch away from squeezing your little ribs to dust.

You knew he must be stressed, because he hadn’t even bothered to fully undress either you or himself. He’d phased away the part of his suit covering his cock the moment he had you over his knee, and while he'd remained patient enough to slip your clothes aside he'd then immediately riped a hole in your panties to get what he wanted.

You could still feel them there, sopping wet and tight around your ass and lips, utterly spoiled by the copious slick he was pumping out of you with each thrust.

‘You like that, huh?’

‘Mm- so, so good—’

‘You like daddy’s cock?’

You involuntarily squirted as he angled his shaft deep, your translucent slick left hanging in strings between your pussy and his pelvis. The clap of his skin on your rear was now resoundingly wet, the debaucherous sounds echoing in his giant office.

‘Fuck- I’m gonna have to clean my suit’ Miguel grunted. You whimpered, thinking at first that you’d somehow displeased him, but then a low groan vibrated through his chest. His clawed hand came down hard on your right ass cheek, his palm leaving a large and distinct red mark. The sting made you squirm.

‘So fuckin’ dirty, huh?’ he panted. You could hear the gratification in his voice, so husky and deep.

‘Someone’s—MM—Someone’s gonna hear that’ you whimpered. If Miguel heard you, he didn’t indicate it, as he refused to slow down.

He was pussy drunk beyond reason. He didn’t care if he got caught.

‘Say it again’ he barked. A fresh slap to your ass caused it to jiggle, and before you could even finish moaning he’d used both hands to spread your cheeks wide. Your feet scrabbled at the floor with each toe-curling insertion, each sopping wet thop of his cock as it filled you.

‘F-FF—Daddy, fuck—’

‘Mm. Again.’

He was being merciless today. You could barely get the words out as he thrust you against the cold metal desk.

‘D—mm- da—dadd—daddy—’

‘Again.’

You felt him throb and you clenched him right back. You felt every inch of his shaft as it pulsed, every vein and every contour now imprinted on the velvety walls of your cunt. You knew he’d already painted your cervix with his pre-cum, like a fingerprint pressed onto your insides.

‘Please, daddy, more’ you begged.

You squeaked as he suddenly lifted your thigh up and onto the desk. The metal was cold on your bare skin. He bent your back and arched inside as deep as he could, filling you with a virile mixture of pleasure and pain in your core. He was thrusting right up to the navel.

‘F-FUCK—’

You had to bite your hand to muffle your wet little moans, but Miguel was merciless. He reached around and gripped your neck as he pulled you taut, his pace quickening as he started to pump you to completion.

‘That’s it, mm- fuck, that’s it, so god damn tight, so—’

‘Hey! Miguel!’

Your eyes widened in horror as a voice echoed up from the floor of his office. They widened even further when Miguel refused to stop.

‘I’M BUSY!’ he snapped back, his voice rising to mask how breathless he was.

Miguel’s hand went smoothly from your neck to your mouth, helping to muffle your pathetic mewling from being heard. Thank god he had because he chose that moment to slide back against your g-spot, right as his balls started smacking your clit. You squirted in silence for a third time.

On this occasion, you felt Miguel take notice. He slid his hand down to where your skin met and covered his claws in your slick, letting it drip between his digits as he held them up.

You heard something wet, and as you tilted your head you realized he was licking it off his fingers.

‘Oh, uh- sorry! Just—we need your help with something!’ the voice called for a second time. You heard Miguel’s fangs clack.

‘I SAID IM BUSY!’ he snapped back down, his voice carrying a certain gruff bark to it this time around.

You could feel the sweat on his thighs as they clapped your bare legs. His thighs were huge, sculpted and hard just like the rest of him. You knew he could break your back if he wanted. Good thing right now he just wanted your pussy.

‘Oh, uh- okay! Sorry, I’ll- catch you up later!’

You heaved a silent sigh of relief, but it was short lived. The moment the intruders footsteps had echoed into nothing Miguel let out a vicious grunt, and soon your body was being pounded into the desk once more.

‘Alright, come on, time to let daddy finish’ Miguel groaned. You could feel him humping to completion, his cock fucking you raw. You barely stopped yourself from screaming.

‘Say it’ he ordered.

‘Daddy!’

‘More.’

‘Daddy, fuck—’

Your soft moans filled the room with the clap of his thrusts. Your whole body was bouncing now.

‘Come on, that’s it. You wanna make me a daddy for real?’ he breathlessly teased.

In a flood of dumb pleasure your cunt clenched him tight, so tight that his knees almost gave out.

‘MM—Fuck, please, yes daddy, please!’ you cried.

That was enough for him. His claws sprang out and dug into your waist as he emptied himself out, his cock pulsing load after load of thick, white seed into your pussy. It was almost scary how much he managed to fill you with. You could feel it squishing, oozing, thick and heavy inside you, warm and wet as it dribbled down your thigh before he even pulled out.

The moment he was spent he pulled out and immediately phased his suit back on. He tried to help you by pulling your panties back over, but they were ruined. They’d been ripped by the friction and served just to hang there all pretty over your creamy little hole. You could sense him admiring the view.

‘Good, well done’ he praised in his usual stilted way. He put a hand on your head and gently scratched at your scalp with his claws. You barely even noticed; you were trying not to collapse as your legs shook.

‘You did good. Now uh- go clean up for me baby, okay?'

[arlerts-angel]

Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

[cuteskunkz]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Good Morning Princess₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

(Dom!Mike Schmidt x Sub!Reader)

~Summary: Mike comes home after a long day and needs to blow off some steam.

~Tags: consensual somno, pet names, degradation, praise, cnc, porn with plot lmfao

~Note: This fic is verrryyyy kinky and also my first that I've written in probably 9 years lol. Forgive me if the writing is bad :((( I was super Inspired after reading "So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke?" By stop-talking. U should definitely check them out! Please let me know if you're interested in more <3

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"The things I would do for one day where I can enjoy myself without worrying about the weight of the world on my shoulders" he thought to himself. Mike's car pulled into the driveway and quickly turned off. He was feeling quite frustrated from cleaning the entire pizzeria after it was trashed sometime after he left at the end of his shift yesterday. It wasn't his fault that Steve refused to hire someone to take the morning shift to prevent things like these from happening yet all the repercussions fell into his hands. It was one thing after another for him. His family issues, the bills overdue and piling up, nothing but shitty jobs he had no choice but to work, and cleaning up after some complete assholes didn't make him feel any better. All he wanted was a sense of normality in his life and thankfully you provided that for him.

It was 9am on a bright Wednesday morning. The wind whipped through his hair making him promptly pull his sweater snuggly over his body as he began walking into his house. He unlocked the front door and looked around with a smile, expecting you to be the first thing he sees. It was oddly quiet- usually you'd be up watching tv or reading and listening to music after walking Abby to school yet you were nowhere to be found. He stalked room to room looking for you. A wave of sadness fell over him when he couldn't immediately find you. Were you going to disappear from his life like Garret?

He finally finds you cuddled up in his bed wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts that fit you more like a dress than anything. He took a moment to soak the image in. You were lying on your stomach with one leg propped up. Your hair being draped so beautifully over your shoulders made his stomach flutter. The sunlight spilling into his room through the blinds striped across your skin, giving you a warm look. Any negative feelings he felt before coming home completely washed away, instead being filled with gratitude and love. Where would he be without you?

He took a deep breath in through his nose and picked up the scent of the Versace perfume he got you for your birthday. He knew it was way out of his budget but you deserved only the best. God the things the smell of your perfume did to him. It activated something in him that made his pants fit more snug around him. He palmed his erection while watching you sleep. You look so peaceful like this but Mike couldn't help himself. He had so much pent up inside and he knew that only you could help him blow off some steam. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled himself out. There was a coating of precum on his tip that he used as lubricant while stroking himself at a painfully slow pace. He would do anything to fuck you right at this moment but decided to take it slow as to not spoil it.

He felt the pit in his stomach build and began fucking himself into his fist, pretending it was you gripped around his achingly hard cock. Small whimpers left his lips but Mike tried his hardest to stay quiet. He couldn't wake you just yet. "Fuck- this is torture" he thought to himself. He tucked his erection back into his boxers and walked over to the bedside table. He made note of your arm placement. Both of your arms were resting above your head on the pillow, inches away from the headboard. "Perfect" he whispered as he grabbed two sets of handcuffs and held them in front of your sleeping body.

He carefully snapped the cuffs around each of your wrists and then to the headboard. Mike felt like his boxers were going to bust as the seams. He grabbed your waist and propped you up on your knees just the way you like it. This elicited a small groan from you but you drifted back to sleep in no time. The arch of your back made his head spin. He licked his index and ring fingers and slid them into your glistening pussy. He curled his fingers slightly and began pumping into you. Your eyes fluttered with confusion and pleasure. You attempted to prop yourself up to get a visual but you immediately froze. "Good morning princess" Mike cooed.

"M-mike..." you stuttered. It was hard to contain the pleasure you felt in your lower abdomen. "Sorry baby, I couldn't wait until you got up. You looked so good just lying there" he replied in a sweet voice. His raspy voice and fingers hitting just the right spot had you ready to explode. Mike knew how much you loved to be woken up like this so it was a treat to both of you. "How do you want it tonight? I'll give you whatever you want baby, you know that". You knew how rough work has been for him even though he doesn't really talk much about it. You could practically see it in his dark circles.

You tried your hardest to reply, biting your lip and barely squeaking out your response: "h'ever you need sir". You were well aware of what calling him sir meant for your body and you were definitely in for it now. Mike was usually very soft and caring during sex but every now and then, he showed his dominance over you. This was one of those times. "Thank you princess. You always know what I need when I need it" he cooed once more while smacking his calloused hand on your ass. His touch made you yelp but you swallowed down the delicious pain.

He pulled his already unbuckled pants down and off his body with his free hand. "You let me know when you're close, yeah? Can't have you making a mess juuuust yet" he says in a playful voice. "S-sir I can't take much longer...p-please" you begged, trying to free your hands from the cuffs by shaking them around- feeling overwhelmed from his touch. "Aww poor puppy. I just started and you're already about to cum. So sensitive, hm?" He quickened his pace and used his other hand to play with your clit. "Fuck you're so wet for me. You take it so well princess."

You would do anything to please Mike, the guy just needed a break and you were more than happy to give him what he needs to feel better. "Mike... I'm almost there. Please..." you said in a breathy tone before you were interrupted. He completely stopped playing with your throbbing parts, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and began pulling. "What's my name slut?". You felt yourself getting wetter from the power he's displaying. "S-sir please I'm begging" you plead. "I can't take it anymore I'm sensitive". This causes a smirk to creep onto Mike's face.

"I'm sorry baby but that's not a choice tonight. Especially after not knowing your place" he states. He places a smack on your bundle of nerves that causes you to tremble. You love it when Mike felt comfortable enough to show this side of his sexual fantasies. It was invigorating to switch things up like this. You definitely love the caring Mike Schmidt that you fell in love with but you found him so attractive when he towered over you like this. "I understand sir."

He unclasps the cuffs from around you and pats your head gently. "That's better hm? What do you say?" He asks in a softer tone. Even when he's domming you he still always made sure to be considerate of your feelings. "Thank you mister" you say as you flip around to sit close to him and rub your wrists. "You wanna keep going baby? If it's really too much-" you stop him with a passionate kiss. You pull him to sit on the bed next to you by the collar of his shirt. "Of course sir, you can't stop what you started right?" you tease while shooting him a wink.

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*Read part 2 here!*

AHHHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!!!!! I've been so anxious about uploading this so please let me know if you want me to pick up from the cliffhanger :P

[cream-stew]

cw: size kink, hand kink, horny rambling, body type headcanon for thoma, gn! reader alluded to as being shorter.

i can't stop thinking about big boyfie thoma + size differences. like he's so… tall ❤️ i've always kinda headcanon him as having a bit of a chubby/beefy body type. no defined muscles exactly, like the type of muscles you develop naturally when doing hard labor.

practically towering almost everyone, he's got those big, strong arms and hands, his fingers thick with callouses (i want them around my neck)

with how often he has to carry heavy luggages during work, no doubt he can easily manhandle you with those big paws 😍 pushing and pulling you into all kinds of different positions. what other things you got that's big, bb boy—

he'd be so reluctant to have sex with you at first, because what if he hurts you!! :(( cue sad golden retriever eyes.

but in actuality, the dork has been fantasizing about your first time with him ever since he first laid eyes on you. secretly having a size kink and goes wild whenever he gets reminded of how tiny you are compared to him.

sitting on his lap, all with a coy smile on your face? how dare you 🤨 internally, he'd be fighting for his life. even with something as innocent as holding hands, he'll end up a blushing mess.

i also just love the thought of sweet, innocent-looking guys going absolutely feral on their partners. it's just so 👋👋👋 you know??? (a,, are you seeing the vision, reader. im holding you by the collar of your shirt, im shaking you. can you see it—)

ahsjsks i'd let him decimate my 150cm ass. i have a few more ideas for big boye! thoma and they got me salivating, foaming at the mouth, shaking like a chihuahua. forgive me, cream-stew. expect me to go feral in your inbox a few more times.

also!! how's your health going? hope you're faring well 🥺 —🐾

🔞minors dni

warnings: afab reader, size kink, rough sex, vaginal fingering

// note: bestie I love these asks you are more than encouraged to keep going feral in here (no matter how long it takes me to reply... that's on me bc I'm lazy lol) this is so valid tho I'm kinda short too and size kink is so...🥰🥰

he starts out so soft and slow, stretching your wet pussy with one (1) single fingers, his hands shaking with the effort of restraining himself, not helped at all by the way you desperately beg him to fuck you already... but noooo you're so much smaller than him, the top of your head barely reaches his collarbones, his hands are so big he can completely encircle your ankles, and he thinks there's just no way his huge cock is gonna fit inside you :((

no matter how much you insist he still holds you down on your stomach, one big hand against the small of your back while the other one slowly pumps more fingers past your entrance, leaving so much of your juices gushing out and staining the bedsheets.

he scissors his two fingers before adding a third one, and you whine in frustration: you could already be bouncing on his fat cock but nope, he wants to be gentle :((

you're crying in equal parts pleasure and crumbling self restraint by the time he's done stretching you with four thick fingers and he's trying to replace them with his cock, gripping your hips with both hands and slowly pushing it inside your loose pussy. it's true that it's an incredible stretch but it feels so good!! you start begging again, this time for him to move and fuck you like he means it, and you're lucky this time: he seems unable to keep holding himself back, so yep, he starts pumping in and out of you at a ruthless pace, your poor pussy struggling to let him back in every time he pulls out completely before slamming right back inside. you just know your tummy is bulging out whenever the tip of his cock hits your cervix🥰

at some point, when he pulls out he doesn't push back inside so quickly: he rolls you on your back, manhandling you so easily it makes butterflies flutter in your belly, and hooks your legs on his shoulders, folding you in half. the position feels a lot better already, his cock hitting even deeper, but it's so embarrassing to be reminded of how short you are compared to him, you can't even see his flushed face as he fucks your brains out :((

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Monkey D Dragon x Female Reader - sweetheart

Warnings:  office quickie, vaginal penetration, married, reader interrupts Dragon for some much needed attention but he doesn’t complain, missionary, mentions of reader masturbating, slight hair pulling

@jovialfandomfreak sorry this took me a while whenever I thought of writing my ass would fall asleep lol Also it's my first time writing for him so let me know what you think :)

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Dragon heard a knock at the door and couldn't help but raise a brow at the soft voice that followed. “Dragon my love?” Your voice gently called to your husband, hearing him give a small hum. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked back to your suddenly flustered form, your eyes shyly looking at him. 

“I-I was wondering if you wanted to take a break.” You told him and Dragon set down his papers with a light chuckle as he looked over at you fidgeting. “A break?” 

“Yeah… with me.” You smile at him hiding half of yourself behind the door in case he rejects. “Oh~ a break hmm.” Dragon faked being in thought as he slowly stood up and made his way around the desk to lean against it, his arms outstretched to have you go into them. Smiling as you closed his office door and quickly jumped in his arms making him catch you with a chuckle. 

Spinning you around until he could set you on his desk with a sigh, lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his muscular form till you were gripping at his long hair to pull a groan from the man. His hands ran along your body till he was undoing your belt as you were kicking off your shoes. 

“Missed you sweetheart.” Dragon whispered as he kissed along your jaw making you smile at his cute words. Dragon was a busy man and even during quickies he still made sure you knew how much you meant to him. “I missed you too baby.” You answer back as you help him wiggle you out of your jeans and thong. 

“I was touching myself earlier and I still need you so bad.” You moan out when his thick fingers rub over your soaked pussy, his groan raspy at the feel.

 “Touching yourself for me? Thought we talked about that sweetheart?” Dragon questioned as he tugged your head back to nip at your neck making you cry out in lust. “Ahh~ I-I know~ You~ nngh you were just so busy love.” Your explanation only makes him coo at you in understanding, grip on your hair softening. 

“I see. I'm sorry sweetheart let me make it up to you both.” Dragon chuckled as he continued to kiss and mark your neck to remind you just how much you meant to him. 

“Yes! Yes please.” You breathe out as you tug on his hair to bring him back to your lips. “Kiss me~” You whine making him smirk before listening either way. 

He makes quick work of his pants pulling his leaking cock out. One of your hands moving from his hair to grip the base of his cock, his palm going over your smaller one with a groan. Your legs spreading to make room for him to step closer, “Put it in please lemme feel you.” 

“Mmm~ I'm sorry I made you so needy sweetheart…can't say I don't love it though.”  His large hands grab under your thighs pulling you more to the edge causing you to lower down on your elbows. The tip of his cock grinding in-between your slick folds, both letting out a shared moan at the contact. Before you could beg him to hurry up again he was ramming his entire length inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace.  

Inch by amazing inch till your head tipped back with a breathy sigh, “Ugh~yes~!” You call out with a happy smile that only makes him lean down to laugh in your ear. “So so sorry for keeping you waiting sweetheart. How could you ever forgive me?” Dragon joked before pulling out to ram back in.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You moan as you fall all the way on your back in delight, “Keep doing that and I'll forgive you.”

“Oh is that right sweetheart. Then I shouldn't keep you waiting baby.” Dragon smirks as he stands tall to start fucking you harder. He couldn't get enough of the way your body rocked with each powerful thrust, his voice raspy with lust that mingled with your loud moans. 

“Yesyesyes! Fuck Dragon baby ~ ugh you feel so fuckin good!” You cry out clawing at the edge of the desk, mouth dropping open. Dragon only kissed his teeth taunting you as he smirked, “Wow you got a dirty mouth on you today sweetheart, must've been dying to have me inside this pussy of yours.” 

“Yes! Fuck yes! Needed you so bad!”  You moan out as you feel his cock thrust against that sweet spot that had you cry out like a whore.

“Looks like I'll need to take more breaks with you then huh sweetheart?”

[kilojulietsierra]

You Promised - 1940s James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC

I LOVE 1940s Bucky so much and so I wrote this!

Summary: Bucky finally wins the favor of the pretty new girl in the neighborhood and together they make the most of the week before he ships out. Bucky makes her a promise the night before he leaves, and he intends to keep it.

Warnings: all my work is considered 18+, shameless flirting the both of them lol, fluff, angst,talk of war, there’s a tiny altercation in a dancehall, protective Bucky, allusions to smut, allusions to premarital sex which was frowned upon, nightmare mention, minor ofc is a refugee, pre serum Steve makes a couple appearances, happy ending

~~~

Bucky had seen her a handul of times around the neighborhood. Had done a bit of chatting up the neighbors to learn the little about her he could. She was new, relatively, to their block. Mrs. Martin in his building had said she remembered her folks before they had moved away, the girl had just been a baby then. He'd heard her talking to Frankie at the deli and her accent wasn't from around here, she'd grown up somewhere else. Mr and Mrs Lewis had even told him, just the other day when he'd stopped to help change their tire, that her family had moved back in to take care of a sick grandmother. Her mothers or fathers side they didn't know, but they lived in the place next to them and she was "such a sweet girl James, she'd straighten you right up."

Today she was walking out of the grocery a paper sack in one arm and a small stack of library books in the other. He smiled. Tis was his chance and he was more than happy to take it. Part of him, admittedly the slgihtly shallow part, wished he was in his uniform or at least dressed better than his work clothes.

That didn't stop him from picking up his pace and cutting across the street to bump into her. "You sure got your hands full. Here let me help." He ducked his head to catch her eye and spare her an easy grin as he gestured towards the sack of groceries.

Her eyes were a pale, sea glass green and they were sharp and skeptical as she appraised him. "I can manage, thank you though."

"No, not a chance, my ma would never forgive me." He deftly snagged the bag from her, grinning wider. "Besides, I think we live across the street from eachother. It's Lettie right?"

Those pretty green eyes narrowed at him, her brow furrowed "It is…"

"James," He settled her groceries in one hand and extended his other to her, "Everyone calls me Bucky though."

"Strapping young man like you can't get them to stop?" She quipped even as she held her hand up for him to take, "Your teeth don't seem that bad to me." One single brow arched and her face was passive as she held her books tight and walked on down the street. Not waiting for him to follow.

Bucky smiled wide as he fell in step beside her, keeping his stride slow and leisurely. "Cute," He looked down at her but she didn't look back. Unphased he elaborated, "Buchanan is my middle name, family name."

"Ohhh," She looked at him finally, tucked her sleek red hair behind her ear as she turned to walk backwards eying him in a way he couldn't quite place. "You're the Barnes boy. Mrs. Lewis told me to watch out for you." She looked pleased with herself, thinking she'd got some sort of upperhand.

Still grinning Bucky picked up his pace, just so he could step past her and lean down close and say, "Funny, she told me the same thing about you." And he continued on ahead of her biting his bottom lip and waiting.

"Now, just a minute, what is that supposed to mean?" She jogged to catch up to him again.

He didn't respond just smiled, kept walking, and threw her a lazy wink as they walked on down the street.

At the next corner she turned on him again, "What's your angle Barnes?"

"What angle doll?" He countered her overly formal use of his name with one that earned him a slght pink flush to her cheeks.

"Just a nice neighbor boy, carryin' my groceries? What is it? All the other girls in Brooklyn had their fill?" She shifted the books in her arms and Bucky saw one was a Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

"No angle," He nodded his head for her to continue and went out on a limb as he put his free hand at her shoulder to turn her and keep her moving, "Okay, that's not entirely true," He nudged her forward again smiling at the triumphant look on her face when she spun on him. "I just mean, that you are prettier than any girl I've ever seen and I've been dying for a chance to steal just a little bit of time with you." He slowed to a stop in front of what he knew was her building and grinned when she continued on a few steps before she noticed.

Her eyes were calculating and predatory as she scrutinized him. Looking for the angle, as she had said.

He noticed then the second book was a copy of the Hobbit he'd borrowed himself years ago.

"Alright, I'll bite, a little bit of time for what exactly?" She looked almost unimpressed, with herself, for asking.

Licking his lips Bucky smiled and took a step closer so she would have to tilt her chin up to look him in the eye. Which she did, standing her ground, and he loved it. "To ask if I could take you out one night this week."

"Just one night huh?" Her face didn't change as she said it

Was she really…? Bucky faltered the slightest bit, cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out the real meaning in her words. He pushed his luck. "Every night if you'd let me."

She smiled. The barest tilt of her lips and Bucky felt ten feet tall. He was in love with this girl already, or would be if he wasn't careful.

"How about we just start with tomorrow night?" Her face softened but her eyes kept the spark in them.

"Done." Bucky didn't hesitate. "There is one catch though."

She rolled her eyes and then they both had to step away from the stoop as one of her neighbors exited the building. Both of them mumbled their apologies before she continued, "Always is."

"Not anything bad." Bucky assured her. "See i've got this friend, my best friend really, he's a great guy but shy."

Lettie nodded, eyes skeptical again. "So you actually want me go out with this friend?"

"God no!" The moment the words left his mouth he cringed, but the sting of his own embarrasment faded when she chuckled and ducked her eyes to the sidewalk. He caught a peak at the tip of her tongue as it wetted her lips and his confidence came back, "I'm keeping you all to myself sweetheart, trust me."

Her cheeks were pink when she looked back up at him and she was biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide. "So, this friend…"

"Steve. Great guy. He just, needs a little push out of his shell if you know what I mean." Bucky almost felt bad, but God help him he desperatley wanted to find his pal a girl. "Was just thinkin' maybe you had a friend, we could make it a double date."

Lettie's eyes were skeptical again and she glanced behind her before she responded, "A friend that likes shy boys or a friend that likes any boy?"

When he caught her meaning Bucky licked his lips and looked her up and down, "Oh sweetheart, surely you don't have friends like that? I had you figgured for a good girl." He was going to fucking marry this girl, God help him.

She flushed a darker shade of pink and laughed, rolled her eyes again but settled her greens back on his blues after a heartbeat. Lettie licked her lips and looked him up and down herself. "Most of the time." Her eyes locked on his mouth as Bucky sunk his teeth into his bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

Unable to stop himself Bucky hummed approvingly and hunted for her gaze again before he spoke, "Then why don't you bring one of your nice, sweet friends with you tomorrow night and she can keep Steve company while you and me see what kinda trouble we can get into?"

Lettie answered by taking back her brown paper bag full of groceries and taking the first few steps up to the front of the building before she turned and said. "You better be right here by seven tomorrow night, Barnes." She settled him with a look which softened after a second. "Earlier if you want to make a good impression."

"Yes ma'am." His cheeks hurt from smiling and he shoved his hands in his pockets. She was almost to the door before he called after her, "Hey sweetheart," she was grinning when she turned around, her face still skeptical but in a teasing sort of way now. Bucky took a few steps backwards towards his side of the street, "Wear somethin' you can dance in."

~~~

Bucky was outside her building at 6:45pm, fighting the urge to smoke a cigarette while he waited.

The front door opened at 6:50pm and Lettie poked her head out, "Why Mr. Barnes, I'm proud." She sounded snarky but she was smiling as Bucky jogged up the steps to meet her. She pushed the door open wider and waved him in.

He stepped right up in front of her and took the door, looking over her he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Well hello to you too doll." She looked so pretty he had to force his eyes to meet hers. "You look gorgeous."

She rolled her eyes but blushed that rosy pink color that he liked. "You look pretty sharp yourself."

He'd worn his uniform. Shined his boots and everything. "

That'll help." She added cryptically as she started up the stairs.

Bucky paused at the bottom, "Help with what?" Lettie bounced back down a couple stairs until they were eye to eye. "Help convince papa you're a fine young man that's gonna take good care of me."

"Oh," Bucky felt a rush roll through him as she grabbed his hand. He used the hold to keep her in place as he held her gaze intenesly and added, "I'm gonna take real' good care of ya sweetheart."

Her father had been nice enough, intimidating but Bucky had won him over quickly. Her mother was a looker with the same red hair as Lettie. A younger sister that he'd seen poking her head around the corner to sneak a peak had the same pretty green eyes and looked like she'd be a world of trouble herself in a few years. If the way Lettie and her mother had both scolded the younger girl and sent her scurrying was any inclination.

"I'm impressed." Lettie said once they were back down on the street.

"Already?" Bucky teased and laughed when she playfully shoved him towards traffic. "Kidding." He tugged her close and looked her over, "Thought springing your folks on me was gonna send me runnin'?"

She didn't answer but that was answer enough. Bucky picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Lettie smiled and rolled her eyes even as she let his lips linger. He liked that little bit of attitude mixed with that soft and sweet. He liked it a lot.

"We should uh, we should go. I told Isaline we would meet her at the station. I wasn't sure where we were going." Lettie seemed the slightest bit flustered but her eyes were still bright.

Bucky smiled, wrapped her hand in the crook of his elbow and led her off down the street. "So is this the nice friend or the really nice friend." He coughed out a laugh as she smacked him in the chest.

"Isaline is a sweetheart, she's a little shy herself but only, well, you'll see."

When he watched her greet her friend at the station the rapid chattering in a different language caught him off guard. He stood back, a little awkward, but with an easy, charming smile on his face.

"James this is Isaline, Isa this is James, or Bucky as he somehow prefers to be called." Lettie introduced them with a big smile.

The friend was pretty and Letties comment made more sense when he heard how heavily accented her English was. On the train the girls sat and chatted while Bucky stood, one hand on the rail and listened as they went back and forth between English and French. As they left the train Bucky grabbed Lettie's elbow softly and leaned into her ear, "Aren't you just a treat?"

The girl with him blushed a bright red but smiled, "What do you mean?"

"You speak French?"

"My family lived in Montreol for most of my childhood." Lettie lowered her voice, "Isaline's family fled France a couple years ago, before…" Lettie trailed off.

Bucky nodded, "Brave girl." He whispered back before he wrapped Letties hand through his arm again. Isa and Lettie linking arms and letting Bucky lead them down the street to the little dancehall he liked best. Steve would like this girl, even if she was shy, she was pretty for sure, a killer smile and brave enough to escape the Nazis. Right up his best friends alley.

~~~

Steve was waiting for them out front. Standing off to the side, hands in his pockets, wearing that same old jacket. Bucky had to grin. He whistled then called out, "Hey punk, over here!"

When Bucky introdruced him to Lettie and Isa Steve was ever the gentleman. Then as Isa rattled something off in French to Lettie, Bucky and Steve exchanged a look. Steve furrowed his brow at his best friend, Bucky just smiled and shrugged.

Lettie chuckled and then linked her arm through Bucky's, whcih pleased him greatly, as she addressed Steve. "She wants me to tell you that she's sorry her English isn't so good, but that she'd like it very much if you would help her practice some tonight. Preferably while she's running her fingers through your hair." Isa giggled beside her friend and Bucky outright laughed.

Steve gulped as Bucky clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the door with the music spilling out. "What're you laughing at Buck?"

Bucky laughed again as Isa hooked her arm in Steve's and began to drag him forward at a jog. "I think we're both in trouble tonight pal." He felt a pinch in his side as he laughed again and turned to tip his gaze down to Lettie, "What was that for doll?" With his same easy grin he walked her towards the line to get in, his pace a slow kind of swagger. Feeling good in his uniform with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

"Isa is not trouble." She defended her friend, "She's just... flirtacious. It's 'cause she's French."

"I'll say." Bucky laughed again, falling in line behind the flirty French girl and Steve. While they waited Bucky ducked down to whisper in her ear, "What would a guy have to do for you to whisper to him in French and play with his hair? Hmm?"

Lettie rolled her eyes and flicked the bill of his cap, "He'd have to take me on at least two more dates."

Bucky smirked and raised his brows as he straightend his cap. In his head he counted out the days until he shipped out. "I think I can make that happen." "

Oh do you?" Lettie smirked as they came to the door, "I think I'll be the one that decides that Mr. Barnes."

He kept smiling as he paid for the four of them to get in, "Y'know, technically, it's Sargent Barnes."

Her cheeks were rosy from her permanent smirk as she shook her head, "Whatever you say Bucky." She teased him, not giving him the satisfaction of acting impressed.

With one hand on her back he guided her through the door behind Steve and Isaline. Once she was in front of him he leaned in to whisper beside her ear again, "You're just a little firecracker aren't you?"

There was a brief moment where she halfstepped, intentionally causing him to bump into her back as he followed her and on reflex he set a hand at her waist to steady them both. WIth him close Lettie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a look, "I thought I was a treat?"

Bucky liked the way she felt just barely pressed against him and the way her waist fit so perfectly in his hand. He smiled, a little mischevious and leaned in so close his nose brushed her hair, "Girl can be both. Perfect combination if you ask me." He caught the way she blushed and smiled wide just before she looked away from him and it was doing dangerous things to his ego.

~~~

Lettie knew she wasn't the best dancer but she had been excited. Impatient even to let Bucky take her out onto the floor. It hadn't taken him long and they'd quickly abandoned their friends in the corner to camp out on the dancefloor. They danced song after song until the band took a break, She was warm and a little breathless when she had nodded and let Bucky pull her towards the back of the hall for something cold to drink.

She stood a little behind Bucky while he spoke with a server behind the bar and busied herself trying to spy across the room at Isa and Steve. Neither of them had ran away yet, which based on what Bucky had told her while they danced was an improvement. She hadn't seen them out on the floor even once, but it looked like Steve had a bit of a pink hue to his cheeks which made Lettie laugh to herself.

"Hey honey, you gonna give anyone else a go tonight?"

"Excuse me?" She turned towards the unfamiliar voice.

"You heard me sweetie. You been lettin' that pretty boy hog you all night. Think I should get a turn, huh?"

The disgust on her face was evident when she spat back, "I think you should quit callin' me names and beat it."

"You little s…" The mans hand was a blur of motion but it froze midair when Buckys hand caught him by the wrist.

"That's a real bad idea." Bucky said calm as can be as he held an iron grip on the man with his left hand and reached towards Lettie with his right. He twisted the mans wrist just enough to cause some discomfort and push him back.

"You outta put muzzle on your bitch there." The man snarled even as Bucky twisted his arm further.

Before Bucky could retalliate though Lettie was pushing past him, "You outta put a bag over your head so the rest of us ain't gotta suffer that ugly mug."

"Okay doll, that's enough." Bucky dropped the mans wrist in favor for catching Lettie around the waist and pulling her back, spinning her around behind him once again. He saw the motion out of the corner of his eye and groaned, "You're killin' me." He caught the other mans sloppy haymaker easily and twisted him around with it, pinning it at what looked to be an extremely uncomfortable angle. He shoved the man back towards his group of friends, "You boys, better sort your pal out there." Bucky gestured to the still fuming, stumbling, loudmouth and then turned back to Lettie

"Nuh-uh." Bucky shook his head as he pushed her back by the hip, "Leave it doll, let's go." He reached for the two cokes he'd bought and gently ushered her back from the scene of the incident.

"You're just gonna let him…"

"I…" Bucky drew out the syllable to emphasize a point, "Am keepin' you outta trouble."

Lettie chewed on her lip, not noticing the way Bucky was figinting back a grin, "You should've let me…"

"Let you what doll? Sock him?' Bucky glanced over his shoulder then back to her, "Was gonna do it myself till you went tearin' after him like a prize fighter."

The scowl on her face softened slightly and Bucky tilted his head to one side, smiling down at her, "Sweetheart, I think you did enough damage without either one of us puttin' hands on him." He tugged her closer, let his arm wrap all the way around her waist and she relaxed into him almost immediatly.

"I'm sorry James." She finally, had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I kinda liked it." Bucky threw her a wink and held her gaze a beat, "My little firecracker."

Lettie scoffed, purposfully ignoring the way he had used 'my'. She leaned back enough to pluck a Coke bottle from his grasp and take a sip. "I kinda liked it too." She mumbled against the mouth of the glass bottle.

"What's that?" Bucky leaned closer so he could hear.

She sighed deep and stood up a little to repeat herself in his ear, "I kinda liked how you… ya know…" Lettie trailed off not sure how to explain that she had found his quiet, confindent, control of the situation so attractive. The way he could have clearly swung on the troublemaker but instad chose to use his brain as well as his muscles.

He must've seen it in her eyes, or heaven forbid read her mind, because Bucky pulled back with a shit eating grin, "Oh really?" He licked his lips and gave her a nearly inappropriate look, "I'm glad." He all but whispered against her temple and followed it by a careful press of his lips. When he pulled back she was grinning too and they left it at that.

~~~

For awhile the four of them had sat at the little corner table and chatted. Bucky had kicked Steve out of his chair, forcing him to go and sit beside Isa so Lettie could sit next to him. Soon he had his arm draped over the back of Letties chair and was smiling contently as the girls chatted across the table.

After awhile Bucky had all but bullied his pal into taking the pretty French girl out for a spin on the dancefloor. Lettie had giggled beside him as Isaline had nearly drug Steve along behind her. Together they sat there, watching from the sidelines as their friends danced, or tried to.

"Gosh is that how clumsy I looked?" Lettie laughed hiding it behind her hand.

'Not a chance," Bucky ducked his head to meet her gaze, "You looked like a dream doll."

She turned that pretty pink color and couldn't hold his eye. Bucky chuckled, "How come you can be so gorgeous, so quick, square up with a guy twice your size without thinkin' twice," He paused and reached a careful hand out to tip her face back to his, "And still get so flustered when I say somethin' nice?"

Lettie bit her lip and shook her head a little, eyes dropping closed for a moment when he stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I don't know."

All he could do was smile. When he caught sight of the others coming back he gave her a soft smile and a wink.

~~~

The four of them had split up at the station, Bucky once again nearly forcing Steve to walk Isa home, giving Bucky and Lettie the chance to walk home together. Alone.

She had ahold of his elbow again, only this time she had both arms wrapped around his and they laughed and teased eachother as they walked. At the front steps to her builing Lettie's heart dropped slightly and she took a fortifying breath. She turned to face Bucky and asked outright, "You're leaving soon aren't you?"

Though it might have caught him off guard he didn't show it. He only took her hand in his and nodded, "My company ships out Friday."

Lettie nodded, looked intently at his hand that engulfed hers, warm, rough to the touch but gentle. She put on a smile, forced but not insincere, "I had a really great time tonight Bucky."

That brough his smile back as well. He picked her hand up to his lips and kissed the top of her thumb, "So did I."

SHe studied him intently, eyes searching for some answer he was more than willing to let her find. He stood there patiently, with his easy grin firmly in place while he waited, hand still holding hers.

"Even though I kinda tried to start a fight?" She chuckled sheepishly.

HIs grin doubled, "Oh especially since you tried to start a fight."

She swatted at his chest and he took it in stride, even tugged her back to him after.

"So you'd consider, maybe, taking me out again?" Lettie was fighting back nerves that evaporated when she saw the way his face cracked into a wide, honest smile.

"Sweeheart, you have no idea how much I'd like that." He took that as a sign that he could get away with wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. "Can I come fetcch you tomorrow? We can get a bite to eat, just you and me this time?"

Lettie was beaming when she nodded, "Sounds perfect."

The way she was looking up at him, matched with the way she had all but melted into him, gave him hope but she was a handful and he was a gentleman. So, he asked, "Lettie," he tipped her chin up with his knuckle and looked her in the eye, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes please."

Bucky had to remind himself to keep it short and sweet. The way all the air left her in a rush as he pressed his lips to hers drew him in. He'd meant it to be a quick little peck, empitome of a gentleman, but then her hands had reached for either side of his jaw and he couldn't hold back the happy hum in the back of his throat. He swiped his lips over hers again and spread a hand wide over her back to press her even closer to him.

When he finally forced himself to pull away he saw her eyes still closed and her lips still parted and couldn't help himself. "Look at you." He murmered to her, catching the way her eyes fluttered open only for her to moan and let them fall closed once more as he allowed himself one final kiss. Electricity trilling down his spine as she captured his bottom lip between hers as they pulled away the second time.

Lettie was trying to catch her breath and her eyes were wide and lit from within.

"See you tomorrow beautiful." Bucky tipped her face gently so he could press a kiss to the corner of her eye, not trusting himself to kiss her properly again.

WIth a happy hum she let her hands slide over his shoulders and down to squeeze his biceps as she smiled up at him sweetly. "Can't wait."

Bucky held the door to her building open for her and returned her silly little wave as she scampered up the stairs. He stood there unitil he heard her door upstairs open and close. "Neither can I." He whispered to himself, with the shake of his head, as he let the door swing closerd behind him.

~~~

"You're too good for the likes of him Lettie, you mark my words."

"Sal!" Bucky scoffed, "C'mon, you've known me my whole life"

"Exactly!" The old man pointed at him accusingly as he set another bottle of Coke down.

Bucky shook his head, offended, "Don't do me dirty like that Sal, c'mon." The man behind the counter laughed loudly as he walked away, sharing a conspiritorial wink with Lettie.

Still shaking his head Bucky shifted to face her on his stool, "You might have everyone fooled, but I know better."

Lettie scoffed, "Oh, you know better? Do you? A few dates and you've got me all figured out, is that it?" She propped her elbow besdie her plate and arched her brow, waiting.

"Workin' on it." Bucky grinned, reached down to grab the leg of her stool and drag her closer. It made her giggle and he loved it, "You're no angel darlin' but you are definitly too good for me."

That surprised her and she grinned even wider, licking her lips she spoke softly, "Well then aren't you lucky?"

"Very lucky." Bucky leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"You knock that off Barnes! People eat here."

Lettie snorted out a laugh, as Bucky jokingly growled, "Sal, you're killin' me here." He caught the way Lettie was looking at him out the corner of her eye, "Don't you enourage him doll." She snorted out an even less lady like laugh and went back to her food. "You're both killin' me."

Bucky snuck a hand out to tickle her ribs earning him a squeal of laughter and a hard swat to his forearm. "Behave yourself." She scolded him, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Bucky surrendered, hands in the air and everything. "Okay, okay, best behavior." He tossed her a wink as he went back to his own plate. Both of them fighting back smiles, cheeks aching.

Sal walked back by after a minute and gave Bucky a hard look, "I take it back, this girl, I think she's good for you." He smacked Bucky hard, affectionantly but hard, on the shoulder and turned to move on down to another couple at the end of the counter.

Bucky caught Letties eye and kept his voice low, "Oh, she's very good for me."

Lettie flushed bright red and hid her face in her free hand, "You are the absolute worst." She hissed back at him.

He furrowed his brow, asbsentmindedly twirling his fork between his fingers, "Really? Pretty sure that's not what you ..."

"James Buchanan, I swear..." She left her threat to trail off in the static between them. Her face flushed and Bucky grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

"Okay, like I said, best behavior." He left it at that, only reaching for the hand she had been hiding behind and tugging it to him so he could press a kiss to her palm. Then with a happy, contented smile he remained on his best behavior through the rest of lunch.

When the two of them left, Bucky left a little bigger tip on the counter than he needed to and tucked Lettie into his side as they headed back out onto the street. Neither of them paying attention to the looks that trailed after them. The group of girls in a booth that looked longingly at the handsome young man and the open and obvious adoration for the girl that wasn't them. The older couple that shared a knowing, reminiscint smile, and Sal who shook his head with a chuckle as he cleared their plates away.

Out on the street Bucky and Lettie continued down the sidewalk, his arm over her shoulders and their fingers laced together.

"Buck?" "

Yeah doll."

"What happens while your gone?" She tried to keep her voice light.

Bucky swallowed thickly and did the same, "Told you, we're gonna go over there, kick HItlers ass, and be back in time for you..." He paused mid stride to spin her around and pull her back so they stood face to face, "To take me ice skating for Christmas."

Lettie rolled her eyes in that way she knew he liked. "For me to take you, huh?"

"Well, we already established I don't know how, so... yeah. You're gonna have to hold onto me all night." He fought back a grin as he walked into her, pushing her to step backwards, "I'm probably gonna make a fool out of myself, hanging on you the whole time." He made his point by wrapping his arms around her tightly, still keeping them walking down the street. Lettie trusting him completely as she continued stepping backwards.

"James, I'm serious." She looked up at him with bright but serious eyes. He returned her gaze and slowed them to a stop at a cross walk. His sharp blue eyes left hers to watch the traffic go by for a moment. "We talked about this Lettie." He looked back to her, kept her wrapped up tight. "

You hardly know me."

"Don't matter." His answer was so immediate and certain it took a little of the fight out of her. "You're my girl. We both know this ain't..." Bucky trailed off. For once he was the one at a loss for words, "Don't matter it's only been a week. It's never been like this for me before Lettie."

With a heavy sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into him. "Me either."

"So, you'll wait for me?" He gazed down at her lovingly, hopefully. His eyes nearly fluttering closed at the feel of her nails scratching through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

"You know I will. " She smiled up at him just as in love, even if neither of them had said those words just yet. "As long as you promise to do your damndest to come home to me."

HIs smile turned into a smirk, "Such a mouth on you." He kissed her before she could say anything back, being so bold as to swipe his tongue into her mouth right there in the middle of the sidewalk. She nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled back and he let her draw him in for another slow kiss. "I promise Doll, I'm comin' home to you."

They stood that way for a moment longer, more unspoken promises being shared in the silence. Lettie was the one that broke them out of it, "You, better let me go, so I have time to go round up a friend for Steve and get ready."

"You look good in what you're wearin'." Bucky almost pouted, carefully bunching up the fabric of her skirt in one hand.

"Thank you, but" She swatted his hand away, "You promised to wear your uniform for me tonight, so I have to go get dolled up." She winked when she used a play on his favorite pet name for her, "So those other girls out there don't get the wrong idea."

"Don't see how they could when I can't keep my hands off you." Bucky offered smoothly as he dropped a short, teasing kiss to her lips. "But, you know I love it when you get all done up for me." His eyes were downright sinful when he looked her up and down and he smiled at the blush on her cheeks. "You sure you're okay meeting us there?"

"I'm sure." She patted him on the chest, took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hard earned muscle under his shirt and then dropped her hands when Bucky gave her a look. "Don't you..."

"Wasn't gonna say a word." He bit his bottom lip and looked her up and down. Unabashedly remembering how her hands had felt on his bare skin, the slight red marks she had left behind. Bucky slowly backed away before he got himself in anymore trouble.

"Hey Sarge!" Lettie called after him, teaasing him again, "Forgetting something?"

WIth a laugh and a shake of his head he joined her back on the corner of the sidewalk, and with a hand on each hip he pulled her into another kiss. "I'll see you tonight."

~~~

It was too bad Isaline hadn't been the girl for Steve, it turns out they were just two different types of shy. Isa was shy becuase she was new to the States and still didn't feel completely at home. Steve was shy because, well, he was Steve.

Lettie liked Steve the little she'd been around him. Bucky was right, he was a great guy, he just was a little unsure of himself. Lettie remembered the first little tiff she and Bucky had had, on their second date, when she had brought up what Isa had said about Steve. But Lettie had apologized for speaking harshly about his best friend and Bucky had apologized for raising his voice.

They had sat in a park down by the water and talked after that, Bucky filling her in on growing up with Steve and she understood better. Even became a little more invested in finding him a girl, vowing to take up the mission while Bucky was overseas along with most of the competition. Admittedly the date she'd found for him tonight wasn't the best match but she'd had short notice. Mae was smart as a whip and pretty, but a little on the stoic side. She had been excited though.

Of course that was after Lettie had told her that Bucky, her handsome Army beau had got them tickets to the Stark Expo and was going to bring a buddy along for her. Bucky had talked him up, sharing all the best things.

Mae had looked at her sideways when the boys arrived, "That's Buckys best friend?"

"Yeah." Lettie called them over and then turned back to Mae. "Don't be rude, he's the sweetest guy. You'll see."

"He could be sweet and look like yours. Is that too much to ask?"

Lettie rolled her eyes already feeling bad about the setup but excited for the expo and to spend the night with Bucky.

~~~

They had stayed out so late that Lettie was certain her folks would be upset, even if they liked Bucky which they did, it was well past the decent hour to bring a girl home. Who could blame them though? He was shipping out in the morning. This would be their last night together in God knew how long.

She swayed with the motion of Bucky bumping into her as they walked, "Where that pretty mind of yours wander off to?" He asked when she glanced up at him.

She gave him a soft, sadly tinged smile and apologized, "Sorry, was just thinkin'."

He didn't have to ask, he just held her tighter and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "You got the pamphlet right, on how to get letters to me?"

Lettie nodded but didn't trust herself to speak. They were a few blocks from her house now and her throat got tighter with each step.

Bucky breathed deep and tried to lighten the mood, "Wish I could keep you out all night. Keep you all to myself 'till I have to leave. But, I think your folks like me and I don't wanna mess that up. Would throw a real wrench in my plans."

With a snort Lettie gazed up at him, "Your plans huh?"

"Mhmm."

When he left it at that she finally cracked a smile and a hint of a laugh, "Care to share those plans with me Barnes?"

WIth a wide smile Bucky pulled her to a stop around the block from her home. "Nothin' too crazy. Just go to war, come home, convince you to marry me, which admittedly may be difficult but I'm up to the challenge," He laughed at the eye roll that earned him and continued, "Get a good job, find us a place, figure out how many kids we're gonna have."

"So you do, just got it all planned out don't you?" Lettie shook her head.

He nodded once slowly, not saying anything else for a long while. Then he tugged her to him by the waist and kissed her, "How does that sound?" He whiispered against her lips.

Lettie wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to mold her body against his and squeeze her tight as they breathed the same air.

She thought of a lifetime of the laughing and smiling, the teasing and squabbling. Of his wandering hands and hugs that set the world right again. With heat rising up in her chest she thought of the one night they'd been able to steal together. The way they had laughed and fumbled and whispered together in the dark. How she had felt so adored and loved and at the same time so alive and indescent in the most amazing ways. She thought of the way he had looked at her, and she at him.

It wasn't that they were the only people in the world, far from it, but that they were only ones that either of them could imagine having for the rest of their lives.

With no sense of how long she'd been thinking she hugged him tighter and whispered into the side of his neck, "It sounds amazing."

His arms held her tighter, closer, if that were even possible, and then her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning. When Bucky sat her feet back on solid ground she was laughing and he was giving her that obnoxiously charming, easy grin she had fallen for so quickly.

Bucky brought his hands up to cradle her face as he kissed her again. More so this time, "I wish I could take you home with me tonight." He barely pulled back from her to say the words and then he was devouring her lips again. "One more time before I go." He wouldn't give her enough time to respond between kisses so she just hummed, moaned more like, happily into his mouth and carded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

A shiver rolled through her at the thought of another stolen night spent thouroughly exhausted and wrapped up in his arms. The promise of a future where he wouldn't have to sneak her home after. Where they could stay that way, wake up wrapped in eachother.

Eventually Lettie moaned again, nipped at his lip to get him to give her a chance to breath, and they were both giggling as they pulled apart. Bucky licked his lips like he was savoring the taste of something sweet and it made her heart flutter.

All of the sudden she couldn't keep her hands still. They slid from his neck to frame his jaw and then down to his firm chest and even lower over his torso. The memory of watching the muscles there ripple, flex and contract above her brought heat to her cheeks.

"You're thinkin' too much again doll." He was teasing her now, as he took her hands in his and started them walking back down the sidewalk before they got themselves in trouble.

"You mean it right?" She blurted out as he tucked her back into his side and turned the corner towards her building.

"Every word." He kissed the top of her head again, hugging her to him the whole rest of the block. In front of her building he smiled at her, "Want me to walk you up?" He didn't want to leave her yet.

Lettie took the first step and then turned towards him again, they were eye to eye like this, and shook her head. "It'll be quietter if I go up alone." She draped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, smiling serenely as his hands moved to her waist.

They stroked up and down a few times before he wrapped his arms around her completely. He was going to ask for one more kiss but she beat him to it. One of her hands reached up to tip his cap off his head and the other combed through his jet black, slicked back hair underneath.

His eyes closed with the gentle touch and he smiled when she pressed her lips to his. This kiss was softer, sweeter, a proper good bye, as they held eachother in the dark on their Brooklyn street. When his eyes opened and saw her there, green eyes glassy and lips swollen he hadn't hesitated, "I love you so much." He lifted his own hand to tuck a strand of hair back and swipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, "I promise you doll, I'll do everything in my power to come home to you."

"I love you too, God, so much it scares me." She sobbed out a little laugh and leaned into his hand. "And you better keep that promise."

Bucky laughed too, a lump in his throat and fighting back uncharacteristic tears of his own. "You better get upstairs." He kissed her again, quick and light. Trying to ease the heaviness of the mood.

"Good night Bucky." She tilted her head to kiss him, one more time, and then set his cap back on his head. Crooked, the way he liked it. Then she backed away.

"Sweet dreams doll." He held her hand in his until it had slipped away and he watched her turn at the door and smile back at him.

She waved, that same silly, flirtacious wave, she'd given him every night for the past week and then blew him a kiss. How could he not laugh, shake his head at her and return the wave. He even blew her a kiss of his own, laughing at himself but loving the way she beamed back at him. Then the door swung closed behind her and Bucky was alone in the darkness. With a sad smile he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to walk across to his own building. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight.

~~~

Lettie could barely sleep either. She had woke early, her eyes jumping to the clock. In less than an hour Bucky would be reporting to muster at the ship yards, and by lunch he would be on his way to England. Then on his way to war.

Not knowing what possessed her she bolted out of bed and threw a robe over her nightdress. When she had dashed down the hallway she had nearly bowled over her father who stood in the kitchen. The collision slowed her down enough to apologize and clear her thoughts for a moment.

"What are you doing darling?" Her father questioned her, concern etched in his face, "Are you alright?"

She didn't know how to explain. She needed to see Bucky, one more time, if she hurried….

"I'm fine Papa." She blurted as the hurried to the door and nearly ripped it open. When she dashed out of the apartment she collided with a solid form for the second time that early morning.

This time however the man she had collided with cursed slightly under his breath and caught her in his arms, "Easy doll, where you runnin' off to?"

She was speechless when she came to her senses and saw Bucky standing before her. Crisp and clean shaven, uniform pristine and that crooked smile on his face. All she could do was wrap her arms around him and hug him to her. "I wanted to see you, one more time before you left."

Strong arms wrapped her up tight as he chuckled into her messy, morning hair. "Guess that makes two of us."

Lettie didn't see her father poke his head out of their apartment door, nor did she see the look the two men exchanged. Bucky appropriatly sheepish at the current postition in which he was entangled with the other mans daughter, but his hold on her never weakened.

To both of their surprise her father coughed, breaking them apart, and gestured them back inside the apartment. Bucky hadn't planned on sitting at the kitchen table with Lettie and her parents that morning, but it did his heart good. Her father had poured him a cup of coffee and shook his hand. Her mother had kissed him on the cheek. Lettie had sat beside him in her robe and disheveled hair and that was exactly how he wanted to remember her.

Like this he could picture her in their own home, walking into the ktichen in her robe, hair a mess from the night before to kiss him goodbye on his way to work.

After Lettie had walked him down to the front door, he hadn't let her come outisde with him. She shook her head, laughing at him when he said it was one thing for him to see his girl in a robe, but no way the whole neighborhood was getting a peak. They had kissed goodbye again and again and again until he absolutely had to leave.

Then Lettie walked back up to the apartment sat down at the kitchen table with her parents, and cried.

~~~

War was hell.

Even in Brooklyn, war was hell.

Lettie had held her breath between each letter. Each of them a heaving gasp of fresh air as she opened them and read Buckys words.

She focused on her work, she'd got a job at one of the factories like so many of the other girls. She spent all day punching rivets into fuselages and often caught herself wondering what she would do with herself when the boys came back.

Lettie liked the girls she worked with, they had all become good friends. Some of them were married, a few of them had kids, a couple were single but most of her new friends had a man they loved fighting overseas. Those had been the friends she'd confided in when Bucky's letters had stopped.

War was hell.

She knew that.

He wasn't allowed to tell her much about it, but she knew that of course there would be long gaps in communication. There had never been one that had gone on so long before though and fear had settled in her stomach like a lead weight.

Isaline, who worked with her, did her best to keep her friends spirts up. Told her that her boyfriend was just busy fighting Germans, and as soon as he was able he would write her another of his lovesick letters. Telling her stories of the men in his platoon and their rowdy shenanigans.

Just when Lettie had nearly given up hope, had settled into the bleak depression of not knowing, a runner had came to her station on the line with a telegram. Her heart had stopped and her rivet gun had dropped to the ground with a clatter as she stumbled.

No.... No, no, no....

One of the married women had caught her and steadied her, shushing her in her thick Brooklyn accent.

Isa had plucked the telegram from her fingers and opened it with a pale, sickly expression on her face. An expression that had disappeared instantly, replaced with elation, in French she exclaimed, "Listen, Lettie listen. for the love of God, girl listen!"

Lettie's world stopped spinning and her eyes settled on Isa as she read the telegram, beaming.

"Doll, I'm safe, I'll write soon. Love Buck"

After that the letters started up again, this time with even more fantastical shenanigans which included Steve now which he promised to explain later, and even more promises. He loved her, he was safe, he was coming home to her as soon as this was all over.

Then one of her friends from the factory had drug them to the cinema, demanding they get dolled up and go out, boys or no boys. Which is where she saw Bucky for the first time in over a year.

There on the screen, his face scowling in concentration across from none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers. She had recognized a few others in the reels from Buckys letters, men from his platoon and the girls had giggled together as Lettie retold the stories she'd heard. Once she got home that night she had written him and informed him he very much had a lot of explaining to do.

She never got a response to that last letter.

War was hell.

Again, she found herself repeating old mantras, the weight settled back in her stomach.

This time however, it was not a telegram that knocked the wind out of her. It was Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes, leaning casually against the front of her building in the warm afternoon sun, smoking a cigarette and wating for her.

~~~

She awoke with a start, heart racing for some unknown reason. Until a warm, heavy hand settled on her waist, "Sorry doll." His voice was hushed and hoarse in the silence.

Lettie rolled over and saw, once her eyes had adjusted, Bucky lying wide awake beside her, one arm propped behind his head and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. She slid over to him and tucked herself into the space he made for her against his side. "Nightmare?" She whispered softly as she pressed a kiss to a scar on his chest, one of the thick, ugly ones, and then rested her head there.

"Mhmm." Was his only response, aside from sinking back down into the matress and pulling the covers up over them.

"Want to tell me?" She asked against his chest.

She felt and heard him swallow thickly and then his arm around her tightened. "Not this one sweeheart." He murmered into the hair at the crown of her head and then dropped a kiss there. "Just tell me I'm home."

Lettie smiled and shifted so that she could look him in the eye, take his face in her hand and kiss him. "You're home." Kiss, "You're home, in bed, with me." Another longer kiss and then she carded her fingers through his sleep mussed hair. "RIght where you belong."

Bucky hummed appreciatively, wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her impossibly closer. HIs body had changed, he had grown into a man over there. His chest filled out, his arms and torso no longer lean but bulky. His back was solid muscle as were his legs. He had changed too. Not for the worse, just changed. Darkness chased him, and so many others, but he was sill her Bucky.

A fact made evident when his lips carressed her throat and he murmured, "Y'know, I'm pretty sure you promised, once upon a time, to play with my hair and talk dirty to me in French if I took you out two more times."

Lettie breathed out a laugh, "Oh really? That just don't sound like me at all." She teased even as she stroked through his hair again. A nip to her collarbone brought out a giggle. "Can't believe you remember that."

Bucky hummed again and rolled up onto his side. shifting her onto her back and gazing down at her. "Lettie, I tried not to think about home too much,noene of us did, after awhile it hurt too damn much." He reached a hand up to trace her cheekbone. "But, that week with you, God there were times I played it like a movie over and over again in my mind."

The way he looked at her gave her butterfilies, just like he had back then. Lettie smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, to bring him closer.

He dropped a sleepy, short kiss to her lips and then added, "And I distanctly remember you promising to do exactly that."

Lettie laughed and pushed him off of her. "You wouldn't know what I was sayin' anyway." She pointed out as she moved back into his side and laid her head on his chest.

"You could read me a diner menu doll, and I'd be just fine." He chuckled at himself and tugged her closer, already feeling the weight of the nightmare fading. They were quiet for a long time, Bucky distracted by the warmth of her slight breath over his bare chest and the feel of her twisting the gold band on his finger over and over. He smiled, content and let his eyes fell closed as he focused on the comforting repetetive motion of his wife toying with his wedding band as she drifted back to sleep.

After awhile his eyes grew heavy and the motion of Lettie's fingers slowed. As if with her last bit of energy before sleep reclaimed her she whispered to him in the darkness, her French slow and whispy as she faded, "You're home, my love, home with me. Where you belong."

Bucky breathed deep and released it in one long exhale, all the negativity of the nightmares gone with it, and then laced his fingers throught hers. "I'm home." He followed her in sleep with his hand holding hers and a soft, content smile on his face.

~~~

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Good As Gold

The Blonde Boys Club

Aemond Targaryen x Ranger!Reader + Legolas Greenleaf x Ranger!Reader

Summary: It had been nearly a century since you've seen a dragon, and the sight was as captivating as the first time (the dragon rider shared the sentiment [of you], your mountain ranging partner did not).

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, elf!reader, reader is also blonde, sassy!legolas, puppy!aemond, vhagar wingman?, jealousy, possessives, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this fic is part of my blonde boys club series so if you liked my daemon vs geralt one you might like this lolol though they have nothing to do with each other also i dont know any elvish expressions and very little lotr lore and asoiaf lore sooooo if you would like to help/correct me im lol im down Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony lol i hope you like aemond and legolas lolol Part 2 "Dragon Rider"

I hear my name echo down the mountain I was quickly descending. I was too excited by the smell in the air to care for either my partner, nor the fact that I nearly tripped, like, three times.

"Slow down!" Legolas chastises in Elvish, "you don't know what you're getting us into!"

I chuckle as I run towards a tree and lean there to turn to Legolas, who was quickly pacing over to me, "is that fear I hear, my prince?"

Legolas stops a few feet away from me upon hearing that, heaving slightly from the elevated rock he stood on. He then jumps down beside me without a struggle. Once he is before me, he leans in, pressing a hand on the truck behind me, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinizes my face, "unfortunately, I have learned to fear your foolishness."

I let out a soft, amused breath as Legolas withdraws the arm he was leaning on to push some of my golden hair behind my ear. He tilts his head as he asks, "what is so intriguing to you about that reptilian?"

I roll my eyes, "other than the fact," I pull away and begin to trail off again, "those beasts are massive and breathe fire--"

"Which have caused a great many civilizations desolation."

"Yes, but those dragons do not have riders. This one does!" I exclaim as Legolas and I continue down our way, "my father told me stories of when he witnessed prince Jaehaerys' mount, Vermithor, during a certain battle. He said their might was terrifying, and the fact those where my father's words intrigue me further."

Legolas sighs, shaking his head as he mutters lowly in Elvish, "foolish girl."

I shove him as we finally make it to the foot of the mountain, "you do not have join me, you poltroon."

Legolas raises his nose in offence, grabbing my arm as he leans down towards me, "the day I let a gobemouche, rattlecap like you off their leash is the day I admit to being a poltroon."

I snort, pulling my arm away from him, "I will count the days to it, my friend."

Legolas stills.

I walk off again and shoot him a look when he does not follow, "come on, gaffer. I will not forgive you if we miss them."

Aemond was stroking Vhagar's face as she gulped up the water in the river, blocking its flow momentarily with her jowls. When she pulls away, a strong gush of water comes rushing back its stream.

The prince watches the river flows for a moment. He turns over his shoulder, hearing something besides the water and his dragons breathing. Then he draws out his sword when he distinguishes the sound of the loud call.

"DĀRILAROS!"

Aemond stiffens as he withdraws from Vhagar, face tensing, body readying in a fighting stance as again the word dārilaros is shouted once more, though this time it is cut off.

"What in the name of the good earth are you doing?" Legolas slaps a hand on my mouth, muttering Elvish under his breath, as he eyes me darkly.

I rip his hand off me then shove him, "I'm making ourselves known so that we don't startle them!"

"And do you honestly think that wise?!" Legolas snips.

"Better than showing up soundless," I rebut.

He scoffs, "it's hardly our fault that other folk are incapable of going about their business gracefully."

I inhale deeply then scream once more, "DĀRILAROS!"

Legolas grabs my arm, sharply demanding, "what are you even saying?!"

I take a moment to think before replying, "I think it means princess."

He growls, "and what if the rider was a prince?"

"Then at least he is aware of my limitations in Valyrian!" I push him away once more.

Aemond watches the figures come out of the woods. He raises his sword slightly, calling out, "qilōni is konīr?!"

Legolas and I emerge from the trees, spotting the armed man with equally light hair as the two of us.

"What is he saying?" the elf beside me questions under his breath as we slowly walk towards him.

"I don't know!" I panic.

"You don't know?!" Legolas turns to me.

I turn to him, "I never said I knew Valyrian!"

"Oh," he narrows his eyes, "and how did you suppose we were going to-"

Legolas and I turn away from each other when the man barked out something in the foreign language again. He looked agitated, and I practically could feel Legolas itching to draw his bow.

I rack my brain, trying to recall the other words I remember from that pocketbook I read as a child.

"Zaldrīzes!" I call, raising a hand victoriously.

Legolas measures the man's reactions to the word.

"Nyke," I place a hand on myself as I think of other words. I hum, looking out to the side, "zaldrīzes... gevie."

That did it.

"What did you say?" Legolas asks, upon seeing the man sheathe his sword.

"I, and dragon, and beautiful... ... at least I think."

Legolas turns to me, "by the stars, you dunce!"

"What do you want with my dragon?" the man calls out, leaning on one of his legs, hand gripping on his belt.

"Hmp," Legolas sounds, "and you wasted your time making a fool of yourself in a foreign tongue."

I ignore this. "I only wanted to look at your mount, your grace!" I call cupping my mouth with my hands.

"Feast your eyes then," he calls, turning to his side, proceeding to speak something I could not make out.

All at once, the mountain behind him begins to move, except it was never a mountain to begin with, it was a mammoth fire breather.

Legolas and I step back, eyes widening at the sight of beast. The size of the thing was awe inspiring and frightful all at once. In my eagerness to take the sight in, I reel back quickly, shoving the elf next to me along the way.

He scolds me in Elvish impatiently, grabbing my arms to keep me from falling. I don't even catch what he says because I'm too preoccupied with being stunned to care.

When I notice the dragon's head, I let out a sound, eyes widening, lips curving. I mutter to myself in Elvish, "what fierce beauty."

Legolas makes a face, "I must report that you have your eyes checked. It is no business for a ranger to be blind."

I push him off and walk towards the dragon eagerly. I had forgotten all about his rider up until I made it halfway and the sound of a sword unsheathing and Legolas calling out to me frantically made me freeze. I release a breath, hearing the telltale tension of Legolas' drawn bow from behind me.

I look at the man in front of the dragon, somehow only realizing he had an eyepatch on, and raise my hands up to in surrender, "mellon."

Legolas rolls his eyes with his bow outstretched in his hands, "friend!"

"Friend!" I correct myself, "we mean you no harm prince, I swear on my honor." I turn to his dragon, "I caught the scent of your dragon and told myself I would not end my patrol until I finally caught sight of it."

The one eyed prince tilts his head at my words, sword still aimed at me.

"You've come here once before, have you not, to allow your dragon to rest?" I speak as I nod, "I truly wish to only behold the sight of the creature. I swear it."

He looks between me and Legolas, silently debating with himself for a moment.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Legolas whines in Elvish.

I ignore him yet again, but the other does not.

"What did your mellon say?" he asks, narrowing an eye at me.

I cannot help the chuckle that leaves me. I clear my throat to mask it, "that this was a bad idea."

"Mmm," he slightly lowers his sword, "you don't seem to share sentiment."

I shake my head, attempting to further mask the excited grin that threatens to spread on my lips, "I do not, my prince."

"I am your prince," Legolas calls in our shared mother tongue.

The man lowers his sword completely, turning to Legolas again, "what did he say this time?"

I slightly turn my head then steal a glance at the elf I knew would hold annoyance on his features. I was correct. I turn my gaze back, "that he is my prince."

The dragon rider lifts his jaw, "and is he?"

"He is," I nod once. I step back and extend behind me, "he is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm, Prince of Mirkwood."

The reaction this elicits was unexpected. The man straightens up at the information, and to both our surprise, offers Legolas a respectful nod in regard.

"I am Prince Aemond, second born of house Targaryen by King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower."

I turn to my prince, watching as he knits his brows. Legolas only now lowers his bow to offer the same nod in regard to the other prince.

"And who are you?" prince Aemond asks, turning back to me.

I look over and give him a curtsy as I tell him my name, "I am the ranger assigned on these parts. I am also admirer of your ride, prince Aemond."

"How did you know I was a prince before introducing myself?"

I knit my brows, "we learn more than Elvish history, your grace, and I would think it is common knowledge that if a dragon has a rider, then that rider is of royal blood."

Prince Aemond hums and watches as the other prince walks up behind me.

"I would you very much like it if you introduced me to your mount, prince Aemond," I smile softly, "would that be possible?"

I am shocked to see the shocked expression that washes on the Targaryen's features. I catch the shine of his purple irises and even how his breath hitches at my words.

My jaw hangs low, just as Legolas nudges me, muttering under breath, "you've really done it now," in Elvish.

"I-" I roll my shoulders back, shaking my head. I bow when I say, "I apologize, your grace. I did not realize it would be a scandalous request."

"She does not busy herself with thinking very often when she is swept up in excitement," Legolas calls, coming to my defense with an insult. Quite usual of him. "What did you expect would happen anyway?"

I snap at Legolas, who was already looking at me in contempt, "well, I thought it would be like introducing someone to a dog."

"A dog?!" the Elf's face contorts.

"Or a horse!" I exclaim.

"You do realize that it is not common practice to introduce strangers to a pet."

Prince Aemond's laugh cuts our argument and makes us turn to him. He cocks his head to the side, "how amusing of you, ranger, to liken a dragon to a dog or horse."

I pull a guilty smile, "my apologies. Please forget that I ever-"

"No," prince Aemond raises a hand, stepping forward. He knits his brows and presses his lips as he looks at me, "I am merely... taken aback that you would like to see my dragon."

I pull my head back at how he stressed his words, "I see. Is it because we are Elvish?" I motion between Legolas and I, "as I have mentioned, we do make it a point to learn about a great many things--"

"Mmm," he places his hands behind his back.

"-- and I am awfully eager to learn more about your fire breather."

A wind blows again. All three of our blonde hair dances with the wind. Aemond watches as Legolas pushes my hair back so that it does not fly to my face. The massive dragon huffs at the blowing air, the deep sound the creature emits from their great, black, spikey body vibrates beneath our feet.

It leaves my own body tingling in excitement. My jaw hangs low as I look to Legolas with wonder, gripping his arm tightly, "do you feel that?!"

"Yes, I do," he looks at me with a worried face.

Aemond cannot help but allow his lips to curve slightly upward at the sight of the excitement before him.

I turn to prince Aemond, grinning widely as I point to his dragon, "zaldrīzes, gevie!"

His nostrils flare. He turns away when he smiles. Legolas narrows his eyes at him.

I hum as I grip my chin in thought, "I do not know how to say mighty in Valyrian."

Prince Aemond turns back to me, face still bearing remnants of amusement. He extends a hand out, "come. I will introduce you to Vhagar."

My stomach drops and I let go of Legolas, "will you truly?!"

The prince forces his smile away, "yes, I've just said so, haven't I?"

Legolas jolts when I dash over to the other prince and eagerly take his hand. It seems even prince Aemond is shocked my by actions. He clears his throat and looks away. I turn my gaze as well, looking out to the creature he called Vhagar.

Legolas is the one who catches how Aemond's ears begin to burn red. The elf clearly hears the voices before him, though it is hushed and he is following slowly behind.

"I have not seen yet someone so eager to meet a dragon that is not theirs before," prince Aemond says as he leads us up to his dragon's head, "perhaps, apart from myself."

I crane my neck out, trying to find the face of the dragon up front. I turn to the prince, seeing that his eye is focused sharply on me. I turn to my feet, thinking of a reply. I cannot think of one, and so I turn to him and say, "I do not know what to respond to that, prince Aemond."

"Aemond is fine," he says, turning away, "besides, I am not a prince to you, am I?" he says, looking over his shoulder.

I mimic and find Legolas is a few good paces behind us.

"A prince is a prince," I say, instinctively gripping his hand in mine. When he snaps his gaze to the sight of our joined hands, I loosen my grip and nearly withdraw. "I apologize, I-"

"S'fine," he mutters, releasing my hand to instead grab my wrist. His strides grow wider after that.

He says something indistinguishable to my ears once we reach the neck of the creature. The prince walks closer, dropping his grip on me altogether, pressing both of his hands on the side of the dragon's face once he reaches it.

The sight leaves me breathless. There is an evident acknowledgement between them, keeper and companion. It reminds me of the creatures I have nurtured throughout my life. It makes my heart warm and constrict all at once.

Legolas clenches his fists and rolls his wrists.

Prince Aemond turns to me, watching me for a moment. He presses his lips before he extends a hand out again. He mutters something under his breath, and in all my good hearing, I do not catch it.

I inch towards him slowly, taking his hand with more caution this time around. A chill runs down my spine when I feel his hot hand. It was much warmer than it was a while ago.

He pulls me towards him, stepping back and moving behind me as he takes my other hand.

My heartbeat begins to quicken when I realize just how intimate the act of introducing a dragon is. I then realize it was perhaps for this reason the prince was truly shocked and apprehensive at the notion I presented him with.

I can hear the prince's own pulse hasten in his ribcage.

He rests his hands above mine and presses it down until I am touching the dark dragon scales before me. My stomach, at this point, is rolling, crashing like angered ocean waves. I close my eyes as allow myself to feel the skin beneath my palms.

Prince Aemond's breathing is greatly taxed when he mutters just behind my pointed ears, "you are now acquainted to my dragon, Vhagar."

[the-crimson]

I’m so obsessed with Bad’s fucked up relationship with Ron and how he talks about/to him depending on the circumstances. I’ll try to organize my thoughts and theories about it all.

Bad said that Ron is a member of the family but it felt to me like saying ur pet is part of the family. Bad cares for Ron because Bad is lonely and broken and needs something, anything to latch onto but that doesn’t mean Bad respects Ron or sees him as anything other than a piece of his plan.

Bad is putting on a performance every time he talks to someone and the mask he wears is different depending on who he’s talking to and what he hopes to gain from the interaction.

When we first saw Bad interact with Ron, he was a tiger pacing the bars of his cage licking his chops at the meat just out of reach. After torturing Ron and getting a present from Forever, he completely flipped the script and became sugary sweet. Giving Ron a bigger and more furnished cell. Bringing him brownies and ice cream and a kitchen full of food. Giving him a fish. But the way Bad speaks and moves when interacting with him is fascinating.

I want to start way back in the beginning and examine what I think Bad’s plan with Ron was. Bad spent a week psychologically torturing Ron before letting a soul vulture tear him to shreds. Then Bad seemingly changes his entire plan on a dime but I think that was the plan the whole time. Break Ron physically and mentally then drown him in gifts and force this weird family dynamic onto him to warp his perception of the situation. Make it so Ron will want to give Bad what he wants because Ron knows the alternative and is afraid of breaking the fantasy Bad has created.

Bad will act with a saccharine sweetness and almost pathetic desperation to make Ron happy and comfortable one moment then come down to the basement with a mania and malicious grin to talk about his day. He’ll bring a much more morally sound friend to meet Ron and spend the entire interaction watching them like a vulture eyeing a sickly animal. He says they are like family but answers Baghera’s questions for him and treats him less like a person and more like a beast of burden. Important and valuable because of what Ron offers him (information and emotional attachment) but less important than the bigger picture.

Every time Bad leaves the basement or a social interaction, when he isn’t performing, he is just silent and moves with slow but methodical purpose. I do think he is attached to Ron but not nearly as much as he says in front of Ron or to Baghera. He wants Baghera to think he’s attached so she’ll work with Bad easier. We know Bad is manipulating Baghera and Forever and I think Bad’s attachment to Ron is part of his manipulation of Baghera.

Ron has given Bad pretty much everything he can and has become a liability so Bad needs to get rid of him. That’s where Baghera comes in. Ron sees Bad as sad and pathetic and broken which has allowed him to forgive Bad and will make him accept going with Baghera to live freely somewhere away from the federation. Baghera sees Bad’s attachment to Ron and it makes Bad look sad and pathetic and lost. He made a mistake and he needs Baghera to help him fix it.

Meanwhile we the audience know Bad fully intends on kidnapping Fred and is actively immolating many of his relationships. He doesn’t want to fix this “mistake” he wants to dump Ron into her care because he knows she’s a better person than him and she’ll take care of and protect Ron.

Idk I might be way off course here but that how I’ve interpreted the situation so far XD todays stream might change my mind but this is where I’m at now lol maybe bbh really is just this pathetic and broken but his other actions haven’t convinced me of that yet

[dabibebee]

Hi there dear readers… this story will take place after the war between the heroes and the villains, let’s say the todoroki family forgave touya and he forgave them too that includes the families of the victims he killed so it’s time to get himself a bride and that bride is none other than you ;)

P.s: he’s still scarred like before, Eri rewinded him to the state before he got those awful burns on him… Also forgive my grammar and punctuations I’m not an English speaker lol. Anyhow enjoy my very first tumblr blog lol

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“You’re finally a normal human being touya, don’t let your past affect you, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl.” Said Fuyumi messaging touya’s shoulders “ actually I have someone I’d like to be with but I’m not sure she’ll accept me.” Said touya rubbing his neck “nonesense” said fuyumi pinching his cheeks then spent the rest of the day telling him about what he missed in the family.

As for you

You were taking care of your niece while thinking of what you’ve done weeks before the war started and you still find it embarrassing “come on y/n it’s not like he’s alive with all the burns he obtained on himself.” Said your best friend through the phone. “Tsk tsk, don’t say that I know he’s alive, gotta go.” You said hanging up the phone to recall what happened since the little rascal is sound asleep.

Flash back

You were walking through the crowds in the city in the cold winter night trying to find Christmas gifts for your family when you noticed a patched up guy sitting on the bench in the park and looking at the snowy sky above, he looked lonely and the people around him are kind of avoiding making any contact with the man because they’re aware of who he is. “He’s so cute in person.” You thought walking to the man. You ended up standing between his parted legs “even if you have a fire quirk, sitting here in the cold is bad for you mister dabi.” You said cupping his cheeks with your warm hands “what do you suggest? Doll.” Said dabi enjoying the comfortable contact of your hands on his healthy and unhealthy skin. “How about a delicious hot chocolate, my treat.” You said rubbing his staples. “ mmmm I’d rather get a kiss.” Said Dabi smirking at your flushed face “ a kiss it is.” You said before crashing your lips on his warm ones…. You guys kissed for a long while to the point of you falling into his lap without noticing at all and when the kiss broke you were both blushing hard. “Fuck I’m rock hard now.” Said dabi carrying you to the nearest dark alleyway. He quickly let go of you. “Turn around, hands on the wall.” Said dabi fiddling with his belt. You did as he told you then all of a sudden you heard him unbuckle his belt. “W-what are you doing?” You asked trying to turn around but he turned your face back to the wall. “Nothing that will ruin your life, don’t worry.” Said dabi pumping his fat dick then he lifted your short frilly skirt and placed his length inside your panties and not inside your pussy. “ oh God!” Said dabi thrusting at a slow pace. “Ahh.” You moaned and held the wall with all your might when he picked up the pace. “ you’re godsend to me doll.” Said Dabi removing your scarf so he could give your cream like neck some hickeys. You looked down and saw the massive cock between your legs and his heavy balls making contact with your butt cheeks… in no time a thick white rope of his essence coated your panties and dripped down your legs. “Ahhh that was hella good, thanks doll.” Said dabi pulling away from you then sheathed his member in his boxers and pulled up his pants then turned you around. “ I could’ve gotten you pregnant but you’ll have to wait some other time, here’s my contact information.” Said dabi giving you a piece of paper then kissed your cheek and walked away.

You opened the paper and saw his phone number so you hid it in your pocket and adjusted your sticky panties then walked back to your apartment. Blushing constantly when you remember the last thing he told you.

End of flashback

Since then you didn’t dare contact him because you know he’s so busy with the league and the PLF so you didn’t wanna add to his problems “ I gotta sleep or I’m doomed tomorrow.” You said pulling up the blanket to your body.

The next day you had to meet up with fuyumi to discuss some things related to the upcoming exams next week and she told you she’s bringing up her older brother with her, you’ve waited for thirty minutes at the college’s campus until a red car pulled up and parked not too far from you. It was fuyumi. She left the car with her big brother and you couldn’t believe yourself, the guy besides her was none other than the ex-villain you’ve fallen in love with. “Oh my God!” You said running towards fuyumi who was expecting a hug from you but you ran past her and hugged touya who hugged you back. “ I can’t believe you’re alive, I missed you so much.” You said pampering his scarred face with kisses. “Easy babygirl.” Said touya giving you an eskimo kiss. “Wow y/n is the perfect match for you touya.” Said fuyumi squealing like a happy kid who’s got the prize he wanted. “Don’t you guys have stuff to discuss?” Asked touya still has you in his arms. “ we do but that can wait for tomorrow.” You said receiving an approving look from fuyumi. “ you guys need to catch up with each other, I’ll go work on some projects.” Said fuyumi leaving you and touya alone. He was wearing a black leather pants with black boots and a light grey dress shirt that has the first few buttons unbuttoned with a darker grey trench coat. “You look hot.” Said touya loving the way you’re dressed. “ says the hottest man alive.” You said walking hand in hand with him to a nearby bench. You sat down and he sat down next to you. “Hey y/n.” Said touya looking a bit nervous. “ yes” You said hugging his arm. “ do you by any chance think of marriage?” Said touya finally blurting what he wanted to tell you the moment you met in that cold weather that day. “Of course I would want to get married but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You said looking around at all the couples in the campus. “ then would you like to go out with me.” Said touya pulling you into his lap. “ I’d love too.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck then kissed his lips passionately

“But why would you ask this all of a sudden?” You asked after the kiss broke. “ my mom wants to see her grandkids before she kicks the bucket so I’m trying to make her wish come true.” Said touya kissing your neck. “ fair enough.” You said cuddling with him more before your next class started.

The days have passed and today was your wedding day to the number one’s oldest son.

“Black hair suits you touya.” Said rei adjusting his bowtie. “ thanks mom.” Said touya giving her forehead a chaste kiss. “ you shouldn’t keep your bride waiting.” Said enji wiping his tears away. “ you’re right.” Said touya giving tissues to his dad. Even though everything is fine with the family, there are times were the tension is high between the two of them.

Time skip to the wedding night.

“ when am I expecting grandchildren from you two.” Said rei giving you a hug while the others congratulated you “by the end of this night she’ll be pregnant.” Said touya shamelessly as he fist bumped natsuo. “Awww I’m so happy for you two.” Said toga jumping up and down excitedly. “ yeah enjoy your night.” Said shigaraki playing with his Nintendo but without all the hands around his body. “ I wish you happiness lady y/n.” Said compress giving you a red rose. “ thank you.” You said taking it from him. “ now now its time to go.” Said Dabi taking you away from all of them.

In the suite that enji booked for you two… you went to the bedroom to take your makeup off and wear the sexy see through babydoll dress that fuyumi bought for you while touya took off all of the accessories he’s wearing and just sticking with his dress shirt and pants (hence he’s wearing the same as the fanart) since he’s awaiting for you he decided to smoke a bit…

“Psst psst.” You said getting his attention from the huge window he was looking at. “Oh my.” Said touya taking his pants off then chased after you around the suite with his hard cock. Once he had a grip of you he wasted no time in drilling his dick in your pussy all night… thus making you pregnant as he promised.

[according2thelore]

okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

[attic-club-sandwich]

hii! it’s me again, i loved the last simeon fix you made, your writing is so good! if it’s okay with you i wanted to ask how do you think the brothers would comfort a gn mc that has anxiety often? more like, physical anxiety like heart palpitations than emotional. thanks again for the last fic you made!!

Ahh hello! I'm so glad that you liked the Simeon fic!! I honestly loved writing it, he's so soft and gentle I was so glad someone requested him for the series 💞 So you are very welcome! lol

And Lucky for you I am the queen of anxiety and often think about this exact scenario lmao so to me, the brothers would be so supportive and understanding towards an MC who experiences the unfortunate physical (and emotional) symptoms of anxiety. Forgive me i went wild with this lol I based a lot of this off of my own experiences with anxiety and panic attacks. Also some techniques that i've either tried or heard work really well! I hope you like! Please feel free to send requests whenever you want! 💜

CW for general anxiety/depression, panic attacks, being sick (implied; very mild).

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Lucifer:

Lucifer has kept a close eye on you from Day 1 of your stay in the Devildom.

Therefore, when you aren't acting like your usual self, he notices.

You had come home from RAD that day and immediately went to your room, not saying a word. You usually hang out in the living room with him and his brothers after school.

Lucifer shoos his worried brothers away and beelines to your room, giving your door a soft knock.

When he enters, you are sat on your bed, knees to chest with your head buried between.

"MC, are you alright?"

At the sound of his voice, your shoulders begin to shake, and your breathing becomes gradually heavier.

You glance up at him and shake your head, clearly unable to speak at the moment as your breathing speeds up at an alarming pace.

Lucifer is by your side instantly, rubbing small circles onto your back as your chest heaves.

"Shh, my dear. I'm right here with you. Concentrate on your breathing. Deep and slow."

He understands this is a panic attack, as he has experienced his own. He has also spent countless times talking his brothers through theirs.

He knows all too well the feeling of helplessness as the irrational fear takes over your body.

Unfortunately, this was not an uncommon thing for him.

You take in deep, shuddering breaths, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try to focus on his touch.

"Thats it, MC, just like that. You're doing well."

Finally, after a few moments, your breathing slows back down to normal.

He continues to sit with you, his hand never leaving your back as you come down from the adrenaline of the attack.

"S-Sorry Luci..." you sob, wiping away your tears.

He shakes his head, pulling you into his chest.

"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go to my room for awhile, shall we?"

Of course he spends the rest of the evening focused on you.

He brings you dinner, runs you a bath, and tucks you into bed.

Lucifer never leaves your side.

He wishes he could just tuck you into his wings and hide you away from everything that would mean to do you harm.

Mammon

As the 2nd oldest, he also is used to comforting his younger siblings.

When the two of you are out at an unusually busy night at the casino, you begin to feel overwhelmed.

He doesn't notice at first, but when you run off mumbling something about "needing the bathroom", he immediately chases after you.

"Yo, MC! Are ya ok?" he asks from outside the bathroom door.

He can hear you coughing and he no longer hesitates to burst through the door.

You are sat on the floor in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl and looking very pale and sweaty.

He runs to you, placing his hand on your back.

Only then does he feel how hard you are trembling.

"M-Mammon...go away..." you choke out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"No way in hell am I leavin' ya."

He helps you up, closing the toilet lid and plopping you down on top.

Your shoulders are heaving as you try to catch your breath.

He also notices how bad your hands are shaking as your fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt.

Shit, he thinks. They're havin' a panic attack?!

"s'okay, try to breathe, MC." he says, managing to keep his voice low and calm.

You nod, grasping hard at his hand.

He squeezes, his golden gaze focused intently on you.

"Keep breathin' and count to 5 with me, okay?"

You count together as you take slow, deep breaths in and out.

Eventually, your breathing begins to slow back down to normal.

When you can stand again, Mammon holds you steady and guides you out of the Casino.

"Let's go home for the night, the Great Mammon will take good care of ya."

Once you're home again, the exhaustion from the evening takes over and you find it hard to stay awake.

Thankfully, Mammon is there to help you into your pajamas and to get you settled into bed for the night.

He only leaves your side long enough to go grab you some snacks and water from the kitchen.

Mammon will always uphold his promise.

He is not leaving you anytime soon.

Leviathan:

If there's one thing you and Levi have in common, it's anxiety.

As you've grown closer, he has become very in tune with when you are feeling anxious.

He invited you to his room for a game night with everyone, but he immediately noticed something was off.

If he's being honest, he was barely concentrating on any of the games.

All he could focus on was you.

You lock eyes with him, and he can tell by the expression on your face and your body language that you are feeling overstimulated.

Which is understandable.

The sound of the brothers yelling overtop each other and the music from the game is usually enough to send him over the edge on a bad day.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from you.

"Levi, I think I need to step out for a minute."

He glances up to see you are already heading out the door.

Of course, he follows you. He needs to check up on his Henry.

He finds you outside his room, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall

"MC? Are you going to be okay?"

You shake your head as your lip begins to tremble.

He sits down next to you as you begin to cry.

You lean your head into his shoulder as your hands wrap tightly around his arm.

"Hey, MC it's going to be okay. Remember what I told you before?"

Your breathing is growing heavier, and your heart is pounding hard in your chest.

"Focus on the things you can see, smell, and feel."

You nod, attempting to fight through the fog in your brain to focus on something. Anything.

Levi watches as you use the grounding techniques he taught you.

He wraps one arm around your back, pulling you gently into him as you finally begin to calm down again.

"You did great, MC! I'm proud of you."

You give him a small smile as he kisses the top of your head.

"T-Thank you Levi. I love you."

He blushes as he buries his face into your hair.

"Let's just hang out here for awhile. I was getting pretty overwhelmed too. A-And I love you too by the way!"

Satan:

Sometimes Satan's mood has a habit of rubbing off on you.

When he's particularly annoyed about something (that something usually being Lucifer), you also find yourself growing irritable.

One day, as he is going off about something that Lucifer had said that morning, you can't take it anymore.

You can feel the anxiety building in your chest, tense and heavy.

"Satan, shut up!" you explode, digging your fingers into your hair in frustration.

The Avatar of Wrath is taken aback by your outburst.

"M-MC? I-I'm sorry, i didn't mean..."

"J-Just stop! I-I can't.... take it....anymore..."

You almost seem as if you can't catch your breath.

Then He finally realizes you are beginning to panic.

"Oh, MC..." he breathes, rushing over to your side.

The two of you had been in the HOL library, and the book you were reading slides off of your lap.

Your hands are trembling, and your face is hot with anger.

But you don't even know why you're angry.

All you can do is cry.

Satan has learned a lot from his brothers when it comes to this kind of thing.

"Let's focus together, MC. We both need to take deep breaths. Are you ready?"

You aren't ready. You're pissed off, and you want him to know it.

But you breathe with him anyways.

It surprises you every time how quickly the brain fog dissipates after your breathing exercises.

The sensation of Satan's hand rubbing your arm also helps a little.

"That's it, MC. You're going to be just fine."

You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the feeling of his fingers running up and down your skin.

"How about you listen to me read this book I'm currently reading? I think you'll like it."

You open one eye to look at him and he's grinning.

When Satan smiles, you can't stop yourself from smiling too.

Asmodeus

Asmo absolutely adores you.

Even the parts of you that you don't think should be adored.

You had a shopping spree planned at the Devildom Mall for the past week now, and today was finally the day.

The two of you had spent hours already going in and out of stores, and you had quite the haul to bring home.

However, by the end you were quite tired and it was getting busier and busier in the mall.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Asmo asks, noticing the shift in your normally bubbly disposition.

Your hands are beginning to shake as you exit the final store.

"I-I um, I-I think...I need to stop for a minute." You stutter, your mouth suddenly very dry.

Asmo guides you over to a bench to sit.

He notices your knee begins to bounce at a steady rate.

Your face is flushed.

And you definitely don't look like you're about to pass out.

"Woah, honey it's going to be okay! Just look at me."

You lock eyes with him, his concerned face looking back at you.

But he remains calm. He knows exactly what to do.

"That's it. Now let's take some deep breaths."

You inhale as you scan Asmo's face .

You exhale as you think about how pretty he is.

His charm doesn't work on you, yet he has such a calming presence and it's exactly what you need.

You take a few more breaths when you notice he's been holding your hands in his this whole time.

You feel bad thinking about how sweaty they are.

"Oh, MC, are you starting to feel better?"

You nod graciously, your eyes never leaving his.

You're afraid if you look away, you might start to panic again.

Asmo smiles at you as he helps you to your feet.

"Let's head home now, MC! I'm dying for a bath. Care to join me?"

Asmo runs you the warmest bath you can stand, and makes sure to add in his favorite lavender bath bomb to help soothe you.

He treats you like you're at his own personal spa.

Not only is he the Avatar of Lust, he's the king of self care.

Beelzebub

One thing about Beel is that he loves his family.

And you're part of his family now, so he feels it's important to protect you.

Even if it is your own head that you need protected from.

Beel is also one that's familiar with anxiety/panic attacks.

He's helped Belphie through them countless times since their fall into the Devildom.

So when he sees you with your head down in the RAD cafeteria, and food untouched, he's worried.

He heads your way and takes the seat next to you.

"MC, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

You nod, unable to lift your head to meet his gaze.

He notices how you are beginning to tremble; your shoulders shaking as the telltale sign that you're starting to cry.

His hand presses against your back, hoping he can somehow hold you together.

"MC... what happened?"

You finally glance up at him, tears running down your cheeks.

"I-I f-failed my stupid exam... L-Lucifer is g-gonna kill me..."

Beel's heart sinks.

Of course Lucifer wouldn't actually kill you.

And it's really not the end of the world to fail a test.

That's why there's make up exams.

But he knows you aren't thinking clearly right now.

And he can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"MC. What did you buy for lunch?"

You hiccup, looking up at him in confusion.

"T-This isn't about lunch, Beel."

He nods, continuing to rub your back.

"They have the spicy rainbow pizza today. Did you try it?"

You shake your head, glancing at your tray of untouched food.

Beel picks up the slice and offers you a bite.

The pizza of course is spicy. Really spicy.

You cough, taking a drink of the soda you had abandoned.

You turned to yell at Beel when you realized you were starting to feel better.

"Are you feeling better? I heard foods with strong flavors can help ease off an attack."

You nod, unsure if you want to laugh or continue crying.

Afterwards, Beel takes you home for the day.

He is another one that refuses to eave your side until you're feeling better.

You insist you aren't hungry, but he suggests cuddling in a Twin Sandwich later that night.

Of course you can't resist his offer.

Especially since he's already carrying you bridal style to his bedroom.

Belphegor

Belphie is usually the one being consoled rather than the one doing the consoling.

He feels awkward sometimes when it comes to comforting his brothers.

He doesn't think that he's good at it.

But when you first come to him with a problem, it feels different.

The two of you had fallen asleep together in the attic one night after dinner.

At one point, you began to toss and turn, small whimpers escaping your lips.

Your erratic movements manage to wake Belphie from his deep sleep.

"Mm..MC..? You okay?"

He's still half asleep as he rubs his eyes.

Your breathing is heavy as you roll towards him, unable to escape whatever plagues your dreams.

As soon as Belphie realizes you are having a nightmare, he's shaking your shoulders trying to wake you up.

"Hey MC, wake up now okay?"

You cry out as you finally come back to consciousness, the haunting images already fading away from your mind.

But you can't stop the panic that begins to overwhelm you.

You begin to cry as Belphie stares wide eyed, unsure of what he should do.

The only thing he can manage to do is wrap you up in his arms.

"I'm here, MC...it's okay. I'll keep you safe."

Your forehead is slick with sweat as you try to shake the violent feeling of doom from your shoulders.

"B-Belphie, p-please don't l-leave..."

The Avatar of Sloth squeezes you tighter as he strokes the back of your head

The sensation of his fingers running through your hair is comforting.

It gives you something to focus on and hold on to.

"Shh, angel. Deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere. Now take deep breaths with me."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he takes deep breaths in and out.

You follow his lead, taking a few moments to focus on your breathing.

Belphie is patient with you as you come down from your panic.

"If you're up for it, let's go take a walk in the garden and look at the stars together. We'll be sure to have good dreams afterwards."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

But the feeling of the cool night air against your feverish skin and laying under the stars with Belphie is too good to pass up.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

ok this time there ARE barbie spoilers but it’s just the things i didn’t like so feel free to ignore this if you had fun and don’t want me ruining anything! like seriously, i do not want to make anyone upset here because of how positive the fandom vibes are. i just wanna y’know, air out some dirty laundry i have with what i just witnessed

as a disclaimer i’ve only seen it once and it ended like 40 minutes ago LMAO forgive me for any name mistakes i suck with those

- ken never got closure and i get what they were going for, just having a bunch of guys repeat “ken is me” over and over isn’t cutting it. felt this way with the “hi barbie” intro. like yes, i get what it aims to accomplish, but god does it get grating

- SOME of the fourth wall breaks were good. most were not. weird barbie and all the discontinued barbies were funny, and the drinking water gag was great. but the narrator stuff was WAY too prevalent and i get that it’s camp, but it was a tad too much at times. i’m torn on the margot line because it wasn’t necessarily bad, i just think it ruined the moment a little

- SO MANY UNFINISHED PLOTLINES OH MY GOD. you’re telling me the travel montage was all it took for gloria and sasha to bond and fix their issues? we saw their conflict through barbie’s memory link, it was never elaborated on. not once. suddenly by the end they’re getting along. the same could be about weird barbie? she always embraced the weirdness so the apology and “un-outcasting” felt off because a) it seemed like she was secluded by her own will and b) the barbies were never necessarily mean to her, they just acknowledged she’s different? which she knew and was okay with and self aware of? idk i guess an apology is fair, but the way it was delivered implied a deeper conflict we never saw

- mattel boardroom. enough said. i get will ferrell probably has a contracted screentime for funny gimmicks but it was so grating and a waste of time

- in a similar vein, all the travel montages combined probably take up as much time as the real-world scenes. for a movie that advertised barbie in the real world at a seeming first glance, that basically never happened LOL maybe that’s on me for having expectations though

- listen, LISTEN. i know there’s a lot of conflict right now with the “boo forced feminism” propaganda spreading around and i swear on god that isn’t me. HOWEVER. i do think that the way they went about resetting free will and that super long montage from gloria was not handled as well as it should have been. do i agree with everything said in the speech she gave? abso fuckin lutely. but remember, SHOW not TELL. they created this brainwashing plot device only to immediately dismantle it with one #girlboss speech which imo, undermines the very point the monologue was trying to make. i just wish they did more actual empowerment and not cheap exposition via a shenanigans montage and a third party speaker reciting a well constructed feminist rant which was just… INSERTED into a feel-good scene. i was hoping for something more organic but that’s just me. like, the barbie feeling self conscious was on the nose, but it did its thing. it’s camp i expected that. by this point in the film however, i expected more

- last thing for now: the plot was just a mess i’m sorry. the beginning was slow and expositional sure i get it, maybe it dragged a little too long when you consider everything else they tried to shove into the runtime, but for a typical film that would be a decent portion of establishing a plot. the real world segment? god, so many open doors, most of them were ignored. 99% of the real world was gimmicks and throwaway lines. the bench scene was the shining gem in that pacing dumpster. mattel plot we already know i don’t like, minus the ruth part. i have a lot of thoughts on ken patriarchy that i don’t have time or effort to unpack right now, but it was funny. and then it went on way too long and became annoying but not in the good way, in the “i get this is camp but it feels stupid” way. gosling killed that musical number but for a film about barbie, that was a hella long ken segment. like, this was a ken movie with barbie having existential dread in the background. then a bunch of magical fixits happen and suddenly all conflicts are resolved through magical means and cheap jokes and imaginary character development!!! oh but they gave barbie a pussy we unironically stan that for her (i’m serious lol like i think the joke was such a lame way to end the film but it’s funny enough to say that this whole film all barbie wanted was gender affirming surgery. i’ll allow it for sheer comedic purposes)

TLDR: i have many many complaints but i don’t think the movie is bad. it’s just fun, not particularly good all around. IT HAS GOOD MOMENTS!!! I AM NOT DENYING THERE IS SOME QUALITY HERE! i just think its hit or miss and while not every film has to be a feminist manifesto, i think all the hype and expectations definitely oversold the actual film i just witnessed because it was not particularly good. but it’s fun! and it’s okay to just enjoy that, this is my initial impression but maybe i’ll grow to like it more. just wanted to put this out here in case someone else feels the same way and doesn’t want to take the fall for finding it mid

[calibabii21]

dreamies getting wine drunk: ✨New Year's Eve✨ (reaction)

a/n: just, fyi, I know Jaemin doesn't like alcohol irl but this is just for fun and based on their personalities from my perspective so..no bs, thx? this also stemmed from a convo with @neoculturecollectives lol

warning: mature. mdni

Mark: While I know parts of Mark would be a tinge horny, I feel wine drunk Mark is probably more endearing. You could both be lying in bed scrolling through your phones one minute, then the next he’s tugging you up and dancing with you. From salsa to slow dancing to a krumping battle. LOUD. SINGING. As he notices the time, he’ll pull you close, calming back down. Planting light, wet kisses along your neck. He’s pulled you so close that you can feel his slight hard-on through his loose fitting pajama pants. Rocking the two of you side to side, he leans his head back and gives you a slow and sweet but firm kiss on the lips just as you begin hearing fireworks outside. “Happy New Year, baby. I know it’s- I-I know it’s not, you know, easy, but, thank you. Thank you for supporting me and sticking with me through it all. It’s such a blessing and I really appreciate it. So, uh, yeah. I guess that’s it heh heh.”

Renjun: Again I see this as maybe something solo. Having a good time drinking alone but then he gets lonely and tired of talking to himself so he video calls you with lightly flushed cheeks. You’re mainly silent as he rants to you, becoming flustered as the conversation moves to a more personal and intimate subject, “It’s been almost 6 months since I last got laid. I’m tired of using just my hand ya know?”

Jeno: Laying his head on your lap as you stroke his hair, watching the countdown on the couch. His arms are wrapped around your torso as he nuzzles his face into your tummy. When he pulls his head back you meet his dancing puppy dog eyes with an eyebrow raise before he gives you a big innocent-like grin, “Can I eat you out?”

Haechan: Quietly creeps into the kitchen as you’re in there grabbing a fresh bottle and a few finger foods to offset the alcohol. As you’re on your toes reaching for the wine he wraps his arms around you without warning, just rutting against your backside. His whines get louder as you do nothing in response to him, just continuing to prep your snacks. “Baby please touch my cock.”

Jaemin: Straight up chilling on the couch. Looking down at you, on your knees between his legs. He’d just be gently caressing your head, dabbing away the makeup running from your eyes as his opposite hand pushes your head forward to take more of him down your throat. There’s a slanted, dopey eye-smile on his face as he slightly slurs, “You’re granting me a very nice New Year’s wish.”

Chenle: Alternating between circling the couch and pacing in front of you. He was already a chatty individual, but he was just throwing everything at you tonight. It was actually kind of cute how he’d hiccup and stutter in between sentences. “And I know I play hard to get and talk sh-shit a lot, but I just want the guys to know I love them. A-AND YOU- I LOVE YOU TOO.” Before eventually calling all the members to tell them how much he loves them.

Jisung: There are a few words to describe his state. Clingy. Whiney. Needy. Take your pick. You’re in his favorite spot: his lap. This time back to chest. His arms are tight around you and his face buried in your neck. He’s whining in the crevice, making you giggle as it tickles. “Noonaaa. Pay attention to me.” That’s all he’d be saying but you’re too engrossed in the NYE performances happening on the Times Square Ball Drop. It gets to a point where he gives up, leaning back and grumbling. The night probably ends with him forgiving you after giving him apology head when you go to bed.

[astrachigo]

Hey!! (´ ω `♡)

So, I am working. Slowly, but working! The release date is unclear, I'll try to finish it by tomorrow since that's what the schedule is for, after all.

A lot of stressful things have accured lately, which kind of slowed the pace of my writing. For that, I sincerely apologise. I can't promise that the chapter is going to be big, it's basically going to be the last chapter before the trial, where a lot of shit is going to happen, trust me, lmfao.

Another important notice, after chapter 8 drops, there won't be any new releases for the next 3 weeks or so. I'll be writing a ton of exams that are going to determine my grades in the report card, so I'll need to take my time and study for those!

I hope for your forgiveness, lol! Anywho, I'll make a proper chapter update tomorrow. This was more so a progress post, including the fact that I am going to be missing after ch.8 for almost a month.

Thank you for reading! Have a good one.

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[andhaveapleasanttomorrow]

So I know that your pinned says not to take anything you say too seriously, but your recent read more really resonated with me. Im 30 now, but Im not going to say keep your chin up and promise life magically gets better, because to be honest - it may very well get worse before things start clicking into place for you. It’s a slow, sometimes agonizing process, but I feel that I grew more and became happier in the past 4 years or so than my whole life even blissfully ignorant childhood. You’re actually very fortunate to be putting thought into long term goals rn, I never did that, and it took me a long time to realize I did not have to accept whatever I was dealt. I have been up for 24 hours so forgive me not making sense but the point is Things will slot into place at their own pace and stressing about it though necessary will not make it better or worse, but if you ever need to talk feel free to messege me back to chat or vent or whatever you need, Have a great might ✌🏻

thank you for the nice message; I'm glad I wrote something that could resonate. I don't mean this in a negative way or want you to feel bad but I'm glad you sent this today and not yesterday because if I had seen it then it would have made me feel much worse (lol). I think when I'm feeling pessimistic "it may take a long time, but it will get easier" reads more like "you're going to keep being miserable for at least 10 more years." I'm in a better mood today so I can understand it in the way you intended. I hope you are right and (right now) I want to believe it! (right now) I want to keep trying. I hope you got some sleep in the time between sending this and my response