#i also just want to draw him with earrings

[i-like-loserz]

Sorry for asking but do you do twt links?

yes i do — and it's for sub!san 🤭

i call this one: failed cockwarming

cw: smut (18+), nsfw link, sub!san, praise kink, edging, overstimulation, m!squirting, cockwarming (obvi), piv + unprotected

note: there's nothing i love more than a whiny, desperate man, completely lost for the touch of his partner...(did not mean to make this 1k words lol) -- also WHAT A CUTIE

NSFW LINK AND DESCRIPTION UNDER THE CUT

there's been one thing you've wanted to try with your boyfriend for a while now: cockwarming.

you've been building him up to it, knowing how desperate he gets once he's inside of you. how do you expect him to be a good patient boy while you're sitting on his cock if you don't train him?

it started with a series of edging sessions. you make him sit on the couch or against the headboard of the bed and slowly stroke him, refusing to speed up or hold him firmer. your fingers glide over the blushing silk-like skin, drawing shutters and moans from his perfect lips. he begs you sweetly, eyes already shiny with desperation, but you refuse to give in. it's for his own good, you tell yourself.

every time he tries to buck his hips against your hold, you use your other hand to hold him down, scolding him lightly for being so greedy. after bringing him to the edge a few times, he's shaking under you, cock hard and throbbing for relief. his eyes are red and wet from frustrated tears, his lips are shiny and plump from all the lip bitting, and there's a cute blush that's spread over his pretty face.

when you finally let him cum, his eyes roll to the back of his head and his flushed chest heaves beautifully from the intensity of his climax. he cums so much.

it spills over your fingers and trails down your wrist, making a mess of his lap. he whimpers desperately as you continue to stroke him. he tries to back away from the overwhelming painful pleasure of being overstimulated, but you keep pinned in his spot, interested to see how much he can handle.

he ends up having his first squirting experience, completely soaking everything around him -- including you.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to--" he's embarrassed, pouting with a blush as he stares at the soaked sheets under him. you drag your thumb over his thigh comfortingly and can't help but admire the way he shudders just from the faint touch.

"you did so good for me, sannie. you looked so pretty squirting for me like that~" the praise immediately calms him down, happy to please you and that you're not mad about the mess (but then again, you never are).

you thought this practiced restraint would help san acclimate to cockwarming. it's not like you're moving against him or anything. it's all about enjoy each other's company and the feeling of being connected. apparently there's a very big difference between your fist and your pussy.

it started off promising. you approached san with your idea:

"sannie..." you're playing with his hair delicately as he rests his head on your lap. it's a routine bonding moment that san regularly begs for. it makes him feel doted on and secure, and it usually leads to him falling asleep at the end.

he opens his eyes gently, already bleary with an adorable sleepy expression.

"mhm?"

"i was thinking..." you hum, massaging his scalp as you speak, "there's this thing that apparently brings couples closer together. it's supposed to be very comforting and intimate."

you swear, if he were a cat his ears would've been perked up at the mere mention of 'being closer' -- as if you could be any closer to each other. you practically spend every minute together.

he turns his head so he's looking at you more directly, "what is it?"

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it's only been a few minutes and he's already whining under you. you feel so full and warm, perfectly draped over his body as he stuffs you to the brim. if it weren't for his desperate whines and the way he's throbbing inside of you, you swear you could fall asleep like this.

you've been trying to placate him with small kisses along his face and neck -- but it's only making it worse.

"it's okay, sannie, just relax." you coo, "don't think about it, i'm right here, baby..."

he whimpers softly, "i-i can't, it's -- mmph..."

he holds onto your waist firmly, trying to hold back. you can't help the way your body reacts when he squeezes you tightly with his large hands, the pressure feels amazing. you unconsciously clench around him, causing him to buck his hips against yours unsteadily with a choked out moan.

"f-fuck...sorry, baby, i didn't mean to do that~" you whisper against the heated skin of his neck. you press lazy kisses against him, already half-delirious from that scant bit of movement. "just stay here with me..."

your hands move to ghost over his chest, one of your favorite parts of his body. he's surprisingly sensitive there, gasping whenever you flick over his nipples or grope his pecs. you know you shouldn't, but you can't help the way your fingers circle around his pretty blush buds. he shivers from the contact and shallowly thrusts into you again.

"s-stop, it's too much." he lets go of your waist to grab your wrists, forcing your hands away from his chest. with misty eyes, he looks up at you, "i'm trying to be good, but i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

he looks fucking edible like this.

fuck it.

you take advantage of the weak hold around your wrists and push both of your arms to the top of the mattress. he looks lost as you pin him to the bed, weary eyes anticipating your next move.

"i was trying to do something new with you, but you just can't help it can you?" you tease, "so sensitive that you'll do anything to cum, hm?"

it's almost like he can't hear you, reeling from the teasing words that drip from your enticing lips.

you squeeze him within you again. that gets his attention.

"anything" he pants eagerly.

"fuck me, baby."

[zlut4rina]

Imy♡

Storyline: Working overnight at a busy office job wasn't everyone's cup of tea, especially not your clingy girlfriends.

Pairings: Student!Ning x Businesswoman!reader

Warnings: public sex, phone sex, dirty talk (ithink)

Note: Both are 18+, obviously, ik I said I was making ning fluff, which I am obviously, but i wanted to make it two parts, and this just came to mind for part 1. Sorre

Word count: 2k (pretty short, idk how you could make 5k+ with just phone sex 😭)

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You hated your job. It was one of the most insufferable places on earth. But the money was good, you needed the money. You weren’t struggling to pay rent or for food. You were actually quite ahead on your bills. The reason being was because of this job, also with the help of your pretty roommate. After the fallout between you guys and a mutual friend, she was kicked out of their house. So you decided to take her in, of course. Unlike you, she was tight on money but somehow still managed to stay in her uni without problem. Ever since then, you two have been living together, then long after you bloomed a relationship with her. She was now your girlfriend of one year and three months, and you couldn’t be happier.

Present time

While finishing up a few papers left by your boss, you noticed some unopened emails on your screen. When opening them, you see at least 5 different request sent to you by a few employers and your boss. You sigh in annoyance, having a feeling you’re going to be here a bit longer than planned. Scrolling through your inbox, skimming through everything, you finally click one and start working. That’s when a coworker walks up to you, leaning on your wall divider. “How long you plan on being here, I thought only six of us had the night shift.” His question sounded genuine with concern in his voice, looking around the office as if scanning to make sure his count was right. “Seven is an odd number y’know” he lets out a stupid chuckle, one you’ve hated for so long. Looking up at him, taking you from your concentration, you spoke. “I have extra work I need to get done. Maybe I’ll be promoted, who knows. Doubt you would.” The last remark was snarky. You gave him a sarcastic smile, turning back to your work. The man left with a scoff, not before whipping a few papers off your desk, scrambling them in the process. You clicked your teeth at this. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to by now.

Continuing your work, already done with three of the assignments listed to you, your phone rang. Feeling the buzz on your thigh, you take it out, to your realization it was your girlfriend. You turn your head to the bottom corner of your computer screen to check the time. Seeing it was two hours past when you’d usually be home, a bit of sadness washed over you. Picking up the phone, you put it to your ear. “Hey baby, sorry I’m not home yet. I’ve got extra work I’ve gotta get done.” You spoke quietly into the speaker of your phone. Not to draw attention to yourself, your coworkers were all across the room, some just a row behind you. “It’s fine. I was just worried, is all” your girlfriend said, shuffling in bed, to get comfortable. “How long till you can come home, I miss you” she said in a whiny tone, her voice a bit hoarse due to being tired. She must’ve just woken up, you thought to yourself before answering her. “A while, baby, not too long, though. Don’t miss me too much, cutie.” You chuckled a bit as you spoke, earning a playful whine from the other side of the phone. “Hey I’m gonna connect my headphones so I can finish this work, okay, cutie?” The other girl responded in a hum as you pulled out your airpods and connected them to your phone. I'm sitting right next to your keyboard as you get back to work.

Half an hour had passed with you giggling and snickering at your phone. Finishing some more work, the other end of the call was a bit silent sometimes. She didn’t answer you with words mostly with hums or a few “uh huh’s” there wasn’t a problem in that at all, she was probably sleepy I mean its way passed 10 so of course she’s a bit less talkative. “I miss you” suddenly the other side of the phone spoke. Your eyes widened a bit, taking you out of your trance, and the corner of your lips formed a small grin. “I wish you were here right now” your girlfriend spoke in a soft tone. Barley able to hear her. “Me too, baby. I hope you're keeping the bed warm for me when I get home.” You let out a soft chuckle as she giggled quietly. Once again, you heard shuffling through the phone her sighs we slightly audible too. “Are you sleepy?” You asked after the other end went silent. It took a while to gain a response from her. “No, I can’t sleep, not yet” You laughed a bit at her words. Between the two of you, Ning was very clingy she held onto you like a lost puppy. You two were always together. She would even follow you to the bathroom sometimes. She loved being your little spoon, too, anytime you two cuddled. “You should sleep, love, I won’t be home till maybe around one in the morning” saying this caused you to frown. You really wanted to be in bed right now. Holding your favorite girl, planting sweet, soft kisses on her. But no, you just HAD to notice those emails. “I tried, I need you here, holding me. Your arms wrapped around me, I need you.” Hearing her voice, she sounded so needy, desperate. She really did need you, especially at this very moment.

“I miss you too. I can’t stand being away from you for this long. I haven’t kissed you in forever.” You whined out quietly. It really has been long, seeing as two of your coworkers have already left and headed home. “There’s a lot you haven’t done to me in a while …” the other side spoke, catching you off guard. You froze. Ruffling and strange movements were heard from your phone. It lasted a while, too. Coming to your senses, you finally connected a few dots “Like what baby” you asked in a mocking tone, smiling to yourself as well. “I think you know” her voice was husky, yet her words flew out smoothly. “Hmm I’m not sure. Maybe you could refresh my memory?” You teasingly asked her, your smiling becoming a bit bigger. “Fuck why can’t you just get here already ..” She let out a sharp sigh as she spoke. You giggled at her words, she really does miss you huh “So impatient baby, hmm I wonder what would I be greeted with if I were there right now.” You leaned back in your chair, you felt a bit cocky in this moment crossing your arms behind your head. “Your very needy, wet, horny and spread girlfriend that’s what” you could hear her soft sighs and whines through your headphones. It was a bit too quiet for your liking so you turned your volume up. “That’s a sight to see y’know, fuck I’d love to be there right now and ruin you. I bet that’s what you want huh, my fingers deep inside your aching pussy” a few moans were heard along with a few wet sounds from her fingering her pussy. “Your so disgusting, touching yourself at this hour, begging to be fucked senseless”

Giggling to yourself in the moment you check your surroundings, seeing nobody is paying you any mind you continue to focus in your desperate lover. “I bet you can’t wait for me to get home. Can’t wait for me to fucking ruin that pretty body of yours.” You bit your lip at the thought of it, sighing to yourself. Your girlfriends’ moans were getting louder, you heard a soft thud as your girlfriend placed her phone down beside her. “Fuck, I need you so bad right now!” Ning wasn’t really the time to vocalize her needs like this, she was quieter and let her body do most the talking when it came to sex between you two. Seeing this side if her changed something in you. You had to get this side out of her more often. “I can’t really hear you that well though baby, doesn’t sound like you miss me that much.” You tease her tilting your head placing your chin in your hands, staring at your computer screen. Imagining what she looks like right now. “You wanna hear how bad I need you, yea?” She took her phone in hand and turned her camera on. The camera facing the ceiling, before she slowly brought it down to her milky fingers going in and out of her drenched pussy. You could only stare at your screen, has she lost her mind ? This isn’t the same girl a few hours ago. This isn’t the same girl you gave breakfast in bed to earlier. Snapping you out of your thought, she moved her camera in all angles giving you the greatest views of her soaking wet body. “Fuck baby, see? See how bad I need you right now, you’re telling me work is more important than pleasing this?” her voice became higher in pitch the more she went on, bucking her hips into her hand. So desperate for more, so desperate for you.

The sound of her moans and the way her body moved into her hand was driving you crazy. That should be you. You should be the one pleasing her right now. Except you're stuck here watching your pretty girl work for her orgasm. Licking you’re lips at the sight, your hand slowly went down to your pants, unbutton them swiftly. Looking around the office for any wandering eyes. Your hands slipped down to your soaking panties circling your clit slowly. A soft sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes gently. Your motion on yourself fastening, closing your legs ever so slightly due to the feeling rushing inside you. “Baby ..” you whispered head falling down, biting your lip a little. Roughly enough to leave a mark. Moving from your panties you put your hand inside playing with your wet fold. Slowly teasing your entrance, moving your fingers in and out, but not the full length of them. Your girlfriends’ moans were louder than before the camera shaking, hips bucking up and down. Her tiny whines and quiet curses driving you nuts. “You close baby?” you asked working your fingers in yourself. “mhm …” She answered her voice whiney and needy. Flipping the camera she faced it to her exposed chest, cupping one breast and playing with her nipple. Of course taking her hand away from her heat upset her a bit, but she knew you loved seeing her touch herself. Just for you and nobody else. “So pretty baby, you look so good. Fuck I wish I was there to taste you” your words making her whine and bite her lip, putting her fingers back into her soaking wet pussy. “I wanna feel your tongue deep inside me, taste how good you make me feel.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, and honestly you didn’t care if anyone heard. Your too focused on the beautiful piece of art in front of you to care.

Your pace with your fingers quickened inside you, spreading your legs a little wider for easier access. Biting your lip to conceal your moans, you threw your head back against the head of your chair. Phone in one hand and the other in your pants. You could feel your climax reaching near. You could tell she was close too with the way her body was moving and how fast her hand had gotten. “You better cum baby, just for me, ruin those sheets” you gritted your teeth together and you felt closer and closer to the edge having forgotten all about your work, the time, and if the people around you were aware of your little situation. “Fuck baby I’m so close, I wanna cum in your mouth all over your face.” Her words sent you over the edge cumming all over your hands and in your pants. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t look away from her perfect body and how it reacted to finally releasing all that built up tension in her code. She let out high pitched moans and cute whines as she came, not stopping after wetting her fingers she played with her clit a little more. The fast circles she was rubbing on herself made her squirt all over the bed her camera catching all of it. Her body squirmed at the pleasure and release. The call was almost quiet, all that could be heard was the heavy breaths your girlfriend was taking. Her small gasp and her little whimpers. You watched all this go down, finally growing tired of waiting you buttoned your pants up and packed your things to head out and head home to your girlfriend. “Fuck, hurry home, okay? I miss you” your girlfriend said before ending the call.

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[lia-linny]

Hi ;-)

If your request are open may i request something Fluff Felix from stray kids x platonic child reader whos shy and needs time to warm up with new faces and Felix gets on babysitting duty?

summary: Felix is yn's new babysitter, but she needs a little time to get used to him

genre: fluff, (platonic) babysitter au,

words: 1k

Carefully, very carefully, the little girl peeked around the corner. She had been engrossed in her game when she heard voices from the hallway. She had tucked her bear cuddly toy under her arm and, curious as she was, had gone to see who was talking to her mother. The man was just a little taller, like mom, and had long blond hair. They were talking about a salary or a contract, which she didn't understand.

But then her mother's eyes wandered to yn's safe hiding place. She had been found out.

"Yn darling, why don't you come here? I want to introduce you to someone." Her voice changed immediately, from her normal voice to a higher octave. However, her "baby voice" did not make yn any less afraid of the stranger. She had been more than satisfied with her role as observer.

Nevertheless, she now had to shuffle out of her cover and over to her mother. She hugged her teddy bear to her like a protective shield. When she reached the two adults, she pressed herself against her mother's leg. Where had her curiosity led her again? What if the stranger was a spy? Or wanted to steal her teddy?

"This is Felix. Your new babysitter. He'll look after you when I'm not here. He can play and paint with you... whatever you want." Her mommy smiled as if it were a gift.

"Hey, little one!" Said this Felix, kneeling down to be at her eye level.

"Your teddy bear is so cute. Shall we play something together?" Felix beamed at her, the adoration in his eyes was clear to see and he had to pull himself together not to get cuteness aggrestion as the little girl hid behind a curtain of her own hair. She was obviously a shy child, but Felix was determinated to win her heart. Yn looked helplessly at her mom, who nodded encouragingly. With her teddy bear and Felix in tow, she marched ahead to her room, where there were countless opportunities to play.

"What do you want to play?"

"Can we paint?" she asked cautiously, brushing the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Felix laughed and yn noticed the funny dots scattered across his face. Her mom once told her that these were called freakles.

Felix carefully reached into a small box on her bedside table and took out a colorful hair clip. He used it to fix her hair behind her ear.

"There, now you can see something too." He grinned at her, even though one of her hiding places was now gone. Yn dug the box of pens out of one of her desks and put a sheet of paper down for both Felix and herself. She immediately grabbed the red pencil and drew some spidery lines. Felix also took one of the blue markers and began to draw little stars on the sheet. There was silence for a while while the two of them diligently completed their works of art.

"Done!" Felix announced proudly and showed yn his paper. It showed a drawing of yn's teddy bear, which she still had sitting on her lap. Stars and clouds were floating around the little bear. Yn was amazed. The picture wasn't completely realistic, but in her eyes it was absolutely perfect.

"What's your bear's name? Then I'll write his name on the picture."

"Muffin" she mumbled. Felix used the same blue marker to write the name on the picture and then handed it to her. She smiled cautiously at him and he smiled back.

~☆~

The ringing of the front doorbell lured the curious yn out of her room again.

"Hello Felix, it's nice that it's worked out so spontaneously."

"No problem at all," Felix smiled at yn's mom.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the little one!" This time her mother smiled.

"Yes, she really is an angel. Just a bit shy. "

"Don't worry, I understand. Strangers can be scary, especially as a child." She was caught in her hiding place again when Felix's gaze fell on her.

"Hey, I've got something for you." Her mother let Felix into the apartment. She said a quick goodbye to her daughter and then she was gone. Felix came up to her and handed the girl a packet of sweets.

"Your mom said these are your favorites." She smiled shyly at him and reached for the bag with her small hands. She tugged at his sleeve to get his attention.

"Do you want to play with me...?" Felix smiled at her, how could a little girl be so sweet?

"What do you want to play?"

"Can we sing? Pleaseeee?" Yn looked at him with wide eyes. Felix grinned.

"I love singing!" He proclaimed and Yn beamed.

"Me too!" Together they plugged in the karaoke machine and sang several children's songs. As time went on, yn relaxed more and more, laughing and joking with Felix. By the time her mother came back through the door, they were both engrossed in their songs, which they sang at the top of their voices. Smiling, her mother leaned in the doorway and watched them.

~☆~

"Mamiiiii?" yn jumped up at her mother and tugged at her sleeve.

"When is Lix finally coming?"

"Honey, you have to be patient. Felix will be here soon." When the doorbell rang, the little girl dashed to the door and pulled it open. Felix greeted her with a beaming face, which Yn immediately returned.

Yn grabbed his big hand in hers with her small one and hurriedly pulled him into her room. This time she wanted to try out different hairstyles on him and couldn't wait any longer.

It had taken Yn a while to get used to him, but by now they were inseparable. Her mother smiled, even though Yn had forgotten to say goodbye in her haste.

[nick-writes-stuff]

Devotion

Thanos/Choi Su-bong x injured!gn!reader

summary: After the glass stepping stones, there's only you, Thanos, and Nam-gyu left in the games. Tensions are high, and you are trying to stay alive with a serious injury. Luckily, Thanos is there to help you. (aka, a rewrite of the ending of the first season but with team thanos) ~ 2.7k words

warnings: canon-typical violence, reader is injured, talk of reader dying, mentions of drug use

a/n: i wanted to make this longer and include more lead up, but i have a different idea brewing that would overlap with it, so i figured it would be its own fic. i love writing with thanos, and i have another idea for him, and that will be the next one. i'm so excited about it. hope you enjoy!

You felt your ears ringing after the explosion of the glass bridges. You couldn't really think straight at the moment. You were still reeling over the fact you just witnessed Nam-gyu shoving Min-su into the last tile and to his subsequent death. He just killed your friend. A man who you thought was also his friend. But lately, you were questioning how much Nam-gyu actually cared about any of you. He did that with no hesitation. You hardly recognized him anymore.

The three of you were escorted through the complex stairwells in silence. Thanos and you were quiet due to shock, but Nam-gyu was silent because he didn't feel the need to defend his actions.

It wasn't until you were halfway to the dorms that you felt the dull ache radiating from your side. It throbbed with every step you took. The adrenaline was leaving your system, and as it did, the pain only grew. You didn't even try to see what was wrong yet. You didn't want to draw attention to it in front of the others.

The dorms were almost entirely empty, save for three beds against each of the walls other than the one with the main door.

“Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?” Thanos yelled, getting into Nam-gyu's face.

Nam-gyu shoved him back. “What? Did you want to die?” He yelled with just as much venom.

“There could have been another way.” Thanos insisted. It was weird to hear Thanos trying to save other people's lives in the games. During the first few games, he had been so willing to throw others into harm's way for his own gain.

But he changed a lot. Maybe it was partially because the lump sum he was going to receive was enough to cover his debt and then some. But he changed a lot because of you too. You made him feel a way he hadn't in a long time. With you, he found a genuine connection. A real friend. Maybe when you get out of here, he could find a chance for something more.

Nam-gyu scoffed at him. “The only other way was joining the rest of them at the bottom. We were going to run out of time.” He said. Thanos started to walk off to the other side of the room. Nam-gyu rolled his eyes. “You're welcome for saving your life, by the way!” He snapped.

Thanos whipped around, readying himself to confront him. “Are you fucking serious?”

You finally spoke up. “Can you two just stop?” You shouted, your voice cracking into a sob. That shut them up for a moment as they turned to you. Thanos's eyes were full of concern and Nam-gyu's hate. You were just overwhelmed. You just watched your friend die, your other two friends were in a screaming match, and you were beginning to feel the effect of your injury.

Before anyone else could speak, someone's voice rang out in the room. “Attention Players.”

You all turned to see a square guard alongside a few circle guards. Three of them were holding out a black box with a red ribbon. They were designed to look just like the coffins that eliminated players were thrown into. You didn't show how disgusted that made you.

“We would like to congratulate you for completing the penultimate game. We have new outfits for you to celebrate the occasion. Please change into them while we prepare for your dinner.” He said.

You exchanged glances with Thanos while Nam-gyu stepped forward to grab his outfit and head toward the bathrooms.

“We should probably take turns changing in the women's bathroom while the other keeps watch.” You suggested. You were nervous about Nam-gyu trying to harm either of you.

Thanos made a face. “You want me to go into the girls bathroom?” He asked, exaggerating his concern at the prospect.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, stop acting like a 12-year-old. It's just a room.” You said. Your tone was joking, but there was a sharpness that he hadn't expected. You made your way into the hall.

Thanos went in to change first. He figured it would be best to go first while Nam-gyu was also changing. That way he would likely take your place by the time Nam-gyu was leaving.

Nothing could have prepared you for seeing what was causing the pain in your stomach. A significant shard of glass was protruding from your abdomen. It wasn't bleeding that badly, but it had started to stain your sweatpants. You gasped at the sight, both out of pain and shock.

You didn't dare to move the glass. You knew it was likely stopping the bleeding somewhat. Luckily, they were having you change into black suits, so any bleeding would likely go unseen by the others. You changed as quickly as you could. You packed your old t-shirt around the glass and tied the drawstring of the sweatpants around your waist. You hoped it would maintain some pressure. You tried hard to muffle any sounds of pain that you made. You couldn't let them know about this. While you trusted Thanos, you were just too scared to let Nam-gyu know about it.

You left the bathroom without drawing attention to your injury. Thanos was waiting for you, and you tried to be discreet as you admired how he looked in a suit. How did you mess up this badly? This was no place to catch feelings.

You didn't know what you expected to walk back into, but an elaborate dinner table wasn't it. It was a luxury like none you all had ever seen before. There were three place settings at three tables arranged in a large triangle.

You'd never had a more tense meal than this. Nam-gyu was silent, but his glare toward you spoke volumes. You weren't even hungry. Your injury was too painful for you to even have an appetite. You ate what you could force down, knowing you hadn't eaten anything substantial in days.

You watched the guards come to clear the tables while you still sat there. Then you realized they left the steak knives sitting in front of each of you. Your blood turned to ice in your veins. Your breathing quickened, trying not to hyperventilate as you realized the amount of danger you were in.

You looked over to Thanos, locking eyes with him. You tried to mask your fear, but any facade you had was shattered when you saw the smirk on Nam-gyu's face as he picked up the knife. You grabbed your own knife with shaking hands and moved back to the bed closest to you.

You didn't want to take your eyes off of him, scared he would take any opportunity to kill you. Because he definitely would. You knew he didn't like you. He hated you. You changed Thanos. You made him soft. You took his eyes off the prize money. You made him think about leaving the drugs and the fame behind, and Nam-gyu despised you for it.

You saw through him. Nam-gyu only saw Thanos as a paycheck and a drug supplier. That's all. So when you got close to Thanos, you were threatening Nam-gyu's future. You were ruining his investment. He needed to get rid of you at all costs.

You don't know how long you sat on the bed in silence. Your back was against the headboard. You pulled your knees toward your chest. The hand opposite to your wound was pushing against your makeshift bandage to keep some pressure on it. Your other hand was gripping the steak knife tight enough that your knuckles were white. You squeezed the knife as a way to make sure you stayed awake. You couldn't risk falling asleep. You stared ahead of you, watching the man across from you intently.

You hadn't noticed that Thanos had made his way toward you since he had been in the bed out of your line of sight. “Hey, Y/N?” He said softly.

You flinched, moving away from him and holding the knife toward him momentarily. His eyes widened, and he put his hands up instinctively. “It's just me. Chill out.” He said, keeping his usual demeanor despite how odd it would seem to others. He knew he probably just startled you, but there was also a deep-seated fear that you actually thought he would hurt you.

You took a deep breath, ignoring the burning pain in your abdomen from the action. “Sorry.” You murmured, letting your grip on the knife relax. As a sign of good faith, he took his knife out of his pocket and dropped it at the foot of the bed. You looked over at him before doing the same.

“Mind if I sit with you?” He asked. You shook your head, moving to the side so he could sit next to you. Luckily he wasn't on the same side as your wound, so you didn't have to worry about him noticing it.

He sat beside you, fidgeting with the button on his suit jacket. After sitting in silence for a moment, you spoke. “I think he's gonna kill me.” You said quietly, keeping your eyes on Nam-gyu from across the room.

Thanos laughed, but you could hear the anger behind it. “I'd like to see him try.” He said. You didn't react positively to his attempt to lighten the mood.

You continued. “Right now we would have a majority to leave. If he gets rid of one of us, the game has to continue. He hates my guts, so it'll probably be me.” You said, voice hardly above a whisper.

He nudged you with his elbow, getting you to look up at him. “I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? I promise.” He said. The sincerity before his words would normally give you butterflies, but now there was just a bitter irony knowing that you were already badly injured.

He sighed, staring at the man who he once considered a friend. “Honestly, I should just go and kill him now. That fucker deserves it.” He said, lowering his volume as he reached for the knife.

You grabbed his wrist before he could grab it. He looked over to you, trying to ignore the sparks he felt where you touched him. “Don't.” You said with a shake of your head. “Don't stoop to his level. You'll be no worse than him.”

He didn't think he cared about the moral justification, but he couldn't get himself to go against your plea. He leaned back again with a sigh.

You both sat in silence. You were starting to not feel well. You felt a bit queasy and lightheaded. But you just felt this overwhelming sense of dread. How were you going to continue the game? If you had to wait until tomorrow, who knows how much blood you would lose. Would you even be able to play most of the games?

You finally spoke again, keeping your voice low. “If I don't make it out of here-”

“Don't say that.” He interrupted, looking down at you with a stern gaze.

You shook your head. “No, just listen to me. I-”

“We're making it out of here together, okay? There's no need to talk like that.” He said.

You just looked up at him, trying to stop the tears from forming. “You don't understand, I-”

He rolled his eyes. “What else is there to understand? It's not going to happen.” He tried not to be short-tempered with you. He wasn't annoyed or angry with you. He was just scared. So scared at the prospect of losing you that he didn't want to even acknowledge the fact it could happen. You dying was out of the question entirely. Even if he had to die in your place.

You whimpered slightly as you took your hand off the wound on your side, showing him the crimson in the dim light. You couldn't form any words at the moment. What would you even say?

You could see the faintest hint of fear flicker across his face. “How? When, but-” He stammered, voice louder than he intended.

You shushed him harshly, looking back over to Nam-gyu who perked up at the noise. You turned back to Thanos. “He can't know.” You mouthed.

He seemed to disagree with you, but ultimately nodded in defeat. He knew it too. Nam-gyu would definitely take you out if he knew you were weak. “What happened?” He asked, keeping his voice at a whisper.

You placed your hand back into the wound with a grimace before speaking. “It's a shard of glass. From when the tiles exploded.” You whispered.

He looked shocked. “You mean it's still in there?” He asked in disbelief. The idea of it made him so uncomfortable.

You nodded. “It's keeping me alive right now. If I took it out, I would probably bleed out by morning.” Your voice trembled as you started to cry. The idea of talking about your own death was harrowing. You had done everything right here, but you were so close to dying like the rest. This wasn't supposed to happen. You won that game. Winners don't get hurt.

He noticed your anxiety spiking and wrapped his arm around you, hand gripping your forearm gently. “It's gonna be okay. All we have to do is make it through the night. Tomorrow we'll give them hell until they let us vote.” He said.

You shook your head. “I don't think there's gonna be another vote. They don't want this to end peacefully. They want a show.” You said, trying to keep your voice calm but your panic was showing through.

He shushed you softly, his thumb drawing gentle circles into your skin. “We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? For right now, you should get some rest.” He said.

You shook your head. “But what if he-”

“I'll keep watch. I won't let anything happen to you. I swear on my entire rap career.” He said, clearly playing up his bravado to make you laugh. Which you did laugh weakly.

He was entirely serious, though. He didn't think he even wanted to continue playing the part anymore. He was really only doing it for attention. He did have a passion for writing raps, but the whole stage act of Thanos and all the drugs were just to get people to like him. It worked for a time, but it was never fulfilling in the long-term because it wasn't real. They didn't really give a shit about him.

With you, though, it was different. He didn't have to fake anything when he was around you. He could drop the facade and be himself again. He didn't need to be something he wasn't. And the feeling of being accepted for himself was so addictive.

You looked up at him. “Can you talk about something? Anything really. I just need to calm down a bit.” You asked sheepishly, almost embarrassed for asking at all.

That flustered him more than he let on. People usually found him anything but calming, and the fact you felt so comfortable around him made him feel things he hadn't in a long time.

He started telling you about the place where he grew up. He glossed over the bad parts, focusing on telling you the places he would want to take you. He would take you to the diner that was the area's traditional first date location since it was nice but decently priced. There was the bar where he won his first rap battle. You could even go to meet his mother if you wanted. Surely she'd be happy he found someone like you. He finally wouldn't feel ashamed to visit her.

He eventually noticed your breathing had deepened, drifting off into sleep by his side. He watched you for a while, mesmerized by the fact that someone could trust him so much. He wanted to commit this to memory in case something would happen to you. He didn't want to accept that you could die, but he also wanted to make sure he would be able to have something if these godforsaken games took you away from him.

He kept himself awake by thinking up rap lyrics in his mind. About the situation, about his hatred of Nam-gyu, but mostly about you. How hard he fell for you. How beautiful he thought your smile was. How you brought back a piece of him he hadn't noticed was missing. Every rhyme was a display of his devotion to you. He was going to do right by you. He failed so many other people, but he refused to fail you. You both were making it out of here no matter what.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Ace - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: so uh, this was written for this request. But um. I really struggle with my own asexuality when it comes to telling people so like, I also wrote this for me. I’m sorry for the angst, I’m um, not having the best time emotionally as of late so I thought I’d write it out

Also, ✨it’s my birthday✨ so here’s my birthday gift to you all

CW: angst, fear, anxiety, Reader is very worried, nausea, Reader is a bunny!mutant, Reader is ftm trans implied, binder mention, major miscommunication, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, Logan has emotions and I make him feel them, Logan is fairly mature in this, break ups, crying, Reader calls themselves a freak, good communication, Logan loves Reader, some cheesy moments, ‘I love you’s, Reader is called buns and handsome by Logan, happy ending

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You’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror for far too long, but you can’t seem to look away. Maybe if you just look a little longer, you’ll get it. But nothing changes. Your body is just… there.

Soft fluffy ears. Twitchy nose. Eyes. Mouth. Neck. Shoulders. Just… same as ever.

You can hear Logan moving about in the apartment and it finally pulls your gaze slowly away from the mirror. It takes you a long moment, but you pull your towel around you, stepping away from the reflective glass.

You sit on the edge of the tub, staring at the floor instead. You feel… not gross, per se. But your stomach is churning and your heart is in your throat.

This is it.

You’ve put off saying anything for almost a month now. Deflecting and making excuses at every possible turn. But now you have no more left. Nowhere left to run.

You think about saying it. ‘Logan, I’m not really into sex.’ ‘Logan, I’m ace.’ ‘Logan, I’m sorry.’

You curl into yourself, trying to keep down your stomach. Nausea rises in your throat, bile pooling at the back of your mouth.

You want to run. You want to scream. You want to cry. Who’s ever heard of a rabbit who doesn’t like sex? And yet, that’s what you are. A silly, cowardly rabbit who for all the world just does not like sex.

You give yourself one moment to feel the depth of your fear before swallowing it back. Your hands are shaky, but you finish drying off. You get dressed; slipping on your binder for extra protection. It feels like a shield. Keeping you from crumbling to pieces. Keeping you from bolting.

Logan looks up from the sofa as you leave the bathroom. His brow furrows, clearly smelling the fear pouring off you, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets you come to him. Waits until you’re seated on the couch before quietly asking, “Everything alright?”

You almost throw up. Right then and there. Your hands are shaking again and grab onto your ears and pinch them tight to distract you. To do something to keep from spilling your insides on the floor.

You just nod as an answer, swallowing back your nausea yet again. You summon up all your strength. All the courage in your cowardly body.

You don’t look at him, though. That’s too much. You just whisper, “I need to talk to you.”

He straightens, but stays silent. Letting you speak.

“I—“ Your courage fails you. You curl into yourself, drawing your legs up to your chest. You press your forehead to your knees and desperately fight back the sting in your eyes.

Movement. A weight next to you on the couch. Logan’s warm hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. His voice quietly reaching through your panic. “It’s okay.”

But there’s a tremble to his voice. A crack in his solid foundation. It’s like a punch to the chest. What if he knows? What if he knows and thinks you’re… you’re…

His other hand envelopes yours, squeezing gently. “I get it,” he murmurs. “You’ve been stressed and I haven’t been there and…”

You blink and look up at him, vision watery. Slowly, you nod, unsure where he’s going.

Logan swallows and looks down. He looks so… vulnerable. So small for such a big man. It makes your chest ache in an entirely new way.

“Perhaps this is for the best.” It’s the most unconvincing thing you’ve ever heard him say. He seems to struggle with it too, like he knows how dumb it sounds.

And then the words click in your head. Tears well up all over again. “Are… Are you… breaking up with me?”

Logan lifts his head, brow furrowing. “I— What?”

“You’re… You’re breaking up with me.” It’s a thousand times worse than your heart shattering. Your entire being feels like it’s splintering. Tearing and distorting into miniscule shards of pain and hurt and grief. “I’m— I’m a freak and you’re— you’re—“

A sob wrenches from your chest. Shaking your body and spilling snot and tears down your face. You curl tighter into yourself, numbness slowly spiraling from your chest.

“A…” Logan stops. His hand pushes under your chin, forcing your head up so you look at him. “Buns, what were you gonna tell me? Before, what were you trying to say?”

His voice is so firm, so rushed and rough, you can’t do anything but answer. Through your tears, the words spill out. Tripping from your mouth in a sudden rush. All your fear from earlier seems trivial in the devastating face of a breakup.

“I’m asexual. I don’t like sex. I can’t do it— It’s— It’s gross and weird and— and I don’t want it! No matter how hard I try! I can’t do it, not even for you.”

You catch the briefest glimpse of pure relief on his face before his arms are around you, crushing you in a hug. You don’t question it. You bury yourself in his arms, pressing as close to him as you can physically be.

“Fuck,” he mutters, emotion trembling in his voice. “I thought you were breaking up with me. I thought—“

Clarity slowly dawns on you, causing a new wave of tears. “No! No, I wouldn’t—! I can’t—! I love you!”

He pulls back, cradling your face in his hands. Gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. There’s relief and adoration and… tears… shining in his eyes. “I love you too. All of you. Exactly as you are. If no sex means I get to keep you, hell, I’d cut off my own dick!”

That pulls a choked laugh from you. You nuzzle into his hands, slowly pulling your shattered pieces back together. “You… You don’t care I’m ace?”

“Of course I care.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I care because it’s you. What I don’t care about is having sex. Feels damn good, but you’re more important than that.”

You melt. Turn into nothing but a floppy puddle of fluff and frayed nerves in his arms. Relief exhausts you, making you lean against him for support. “I love you,” you murmur.

He idly strokes one of your ears, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, handsome. My handsome bunny boy.”

You snuggle against him, slowly letting the panic and stress and numbness ease from your chest. You can breathe again, and you take slow deep breaths. “I wouldn’t ever leave you,” you mumble.

You feel Logan relax. His arms wrapping tighter around you. Can feel his smile against your skin as he kisses your head again. He doesn’t say anything, but you know.

You’re safe with him. Safe and loved and wanted. Asexuality and all. And that’s more than you ever thought you’d have.

[bullet-prooflove]

love you to the moon and to saturn with mateo? also do you do emoji anons?

Tagging: @kmc1989

Hi,

I’m not sure what an emoji anon is so if you could explain that would be wonderful 😊

It’s past midnight when Mateo climbs into bed alongside you. The scent of fire still clings to his skin, conjuring images of woodsmoke and pine needles as he wraps his arm around your body, drawing you close.

“I’m sorry I missed date night.” He whispers, his nose trailing along the curve of your throat. “I wanted to make it it’s just my shift overran-”

“It’s fine.” You mumble half asleep, threading your fingers through his before you draw his hand up to the place where your heart resides. The motion draws him closer, tucking you against his body and he knows that all is forgiven as he curls around you.

“You still love me right?” He whispers into your ear because he worries sometimes that the job is too much, that he might be too much.

“To the moon and to Saturn.” You say, your lips brushing over his knuckles, grazing over the space where his wedding ring rests. “That’s what we promised right?”

“Yea.” He whispers, smiling against your skin as he remembers your vows. “All the way to the moon and to Saturn.”

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just a wee thought about this + featuring sound sensitivity bc yesterday i went out to breakfast with my parents at a very unpopular Michelin star-level excellent diner (the best kind of restaurant) and in the middle a bunch of other people came in and started moving the chairs around so loudly and screechily I felt literal physical pain; I literally almost vomited into my plate the sounds were so harsh and loud. i was so busy trying to look polite too that I was just suffering until my mom across the table exaxperatedly said "plug your ears" bc she's tired of me doing uncomfortable shit for the sake of not upsetting people around me. anyway it should be more socially acceptable to slap your hands over your ears and whimper in pain bc something loud just happened. also + the fact that the more your eyebrows touch the more attractive you are. (yes I just said unibrows are more attractive than two brows what world do you live in where two eyebrows are enough when you could have one strong line from brow to brow? think about it. thick bushy dark eyebrow. i mean thick, not artfully plucked into a broad arch, I mean flared out towards the temples like pyramids, a good inch thick at the angle pointing to the temple. you want that one eyebrow creasing in the middle where it already touches to look at you in concern, with affection and the desire to keep you around. don't you see that the shadow that is created when the two halves of that one brow crease together says I love you? don't you see that when one eyebrow pinches together, it is twice the concern as if two unfeeling separated lines draw nearer to one another? exactly. unibrows are far more attractive than individual brows. if you think otherwise, talk to me when you've worshiped frida kahlo properly. and when you're done worshipping frida kahlo take the time to study her politics before you go back to appreciating your whole new sinfully sensual world of bucky barnes with a unibrow.) (look, unibrows are just infinitely more attractive and men with unibrows are just infinitely more daddy; if I've ever written a bucky and you didn't imagine him with a unibrow, I'm sorry you missed the point. just as I'm sorry if you see Bucky as a babygirl or a skinny person when he's so clearly a paternal dom and when he has the opportunity to pack on padding. ultimate bucky barnes has several spare tires and one eyebrow. if you think otherwise, you're watching mere shadows on the walls while bucky with his generous beer gut and thick unibrow is guiding steve in a waltz. plato would be sad for you. but now you know better. the fewer eyebrows you have (the more spare tires bucky has) the more noble the more regal the more powerful and demanding of authority you have.)

A crow suddenly flies into Steve's face and he startles with a yelping gasp, at once flapping his hands at it to bat it away. The crow screeches horribly and flaps its wings right into his eyes. Steve, still crying out in sudden fright and the overwhelming wrongness in his very atoms of the sound of the crow squawking, scrambles back right into the very hedge behind him in his attempts to drive away the agonizing sound. But the crow only follows him, squawking and cawing loudly enough to jar his ears and at once driving an irrational urge to cry and vomit into his very bones with the grating texture of the sound; he hates the sound of crows calling out angrily, it makes his teeth hurt in addition to making him nauseous. The crow screeches deeply once more and Steve just screams back at it, more than overwhelmed by the volume and pitch than its flapping wings and snapping talons or beak, and wishing he were very suddenly deaf, desperate for it to stop crying more than he wants it to stop smacking his face with its sharp wings, feathers almost cutting at his skin.

"Soot!" abruptly cries the voice of another boy.

And the crow at once stops squawking, the sudden absence of the sound washing over Steve like hot water with lavender.

Steve blinks rapidly and repeatedly as the crow darts away from him as quickly as it had appeared; it flies in the opposite direction from him towards a boy with his right arm outstretched, who had appeared as suddenly as the crow, standing in the hedge maze in front of Steve; some village boy in a patched gray and brown tweed jacket over a heavy blue wool waistcoat at least two sizes two big for him with similar but distinctly differently-woven tweed trousers, also mended in several places with fabrics that don't match the weave or color of his pants, most not even tweed, and wearing an equally patched-up, flat, newsboy-style cap on his dark, curly hair; made of gray and brown tweed other than the obvious darnings and yet another patch of unmatching fabric. He hasn't got on a coat even with the occasional snowflakes drifting from the sky, just gloves and a scarf, his ears red from cold under his brown nearly black curls. Steve recognizes him now as Betty's little brother: Bucky.

When he'd first and last seen him, he'd thought Bucky was his age, 12 or so, but looking at his face rather than at the back of him running away to climb up onto an absurdly black large horse, he's probably 13 or 14. It's possible that some might call him handsome, with a strong cleft in his chin, a regally square jaw, and a strong, rather beaked nose that matches the noble line of his browbones above his deeply set eyes, but he still has plenty of baby fat betraying his marked youth in his cheeks, and under his chin, and around his middle, visible even with his too-big waistcoat. He has bushy eyebrows that grow so closely together above his nose one might call them a unibrow, and perhaps as he gets older they will become one properly, yet somehow that adds to his striking features in a complementary factor that bolsters the idea that he'll be properly attractive when he grows up. Plus he has maybe two or three whispy dark hairs on the left half of his clefted chin, and the barest fluff of a mustache, that both betray his young age. And it's clear by his scent that he's a pup Alpha. He's a little bucktoothed, and Steve wonders if that's where he gets his name from.

The crow lands on his shoulder and squawks at Steve as if in reproach. Betty's little brother reaches up with his left hand to touch the crow. He's actually only wearing one glove, only on his right hand, and his left hand is made of sleek black metal lined in gold. Steve tries not to stare at it, far too curious; Betty hadn't mentioned her brother had a prosthetic limb. He's sure it would be rude to even be visibly interested in Bucky's metal hand.

"He doesn't know thee," Bucky says, but he's looking at the bird, even stroking the back of a metal knuckle down the crow's breast as it bobs its head looking at him. "You frightened him," he then says.

"I frightened him?" Steve repeats incredulously. "He's the one that flew right into my bloody face!"

Bucky cracks a lopsided grin, showing a missing canine on his left side. "Don't worry," he says, "he's a nice crow. C'mon, give him a pet. That way next time he sees you, he won't be frightened of thee."

"I don't want to go near that thing," Steve retorts, at once crossing his arms over his chest. "It's filthy, and dirty, and it probably has diseases!"

"He's not got diseases, he's mostly an indoor crow. All his food and water's looked after so as he don't eat nothing he shouldn't," Bucky says, then adds, with an encouraging nod: "He's nice and soft. A crow's feathers, well-cared for, are just like silk."

"How would you know?" Steve asks him sharply.

"I've touched silk," Bucky insists with another nod. "C'mon, don't you want to see if I'm telling the truth? I thought all Omegas liked soft things."

"Just because I'm going to be an Omega doesn't mean I want to feel a crow's feathers!" Steve snaps, stomping a foot in his boot and kicking up the hem of his much nicer Cashmere wool trousers, which look about ten years newer than Bucky's, even though ten years ago Bucky couldn't possibly have fit in the pants he's wearing.

But Bucky shrugs in response. "Unless you're chicken," he says.

"I am not!" Steve retorts again.

He uncrosses his arms and lurches forward the few shuffling steps between him and Bucky and the crow on his shoulder. Bold and refusing to think, Steve reaches up. He briefly touches the crow on Bucky's shoulder with a gloved finger, and then just as quickly pulls back, frightened of the crow's beak and its squawk again. But Bucky chuckles and catches his wrist before Steve draws fully away with his metal hand. It's surprisingly warm. Without a word, he transfers Steve's wrist into his other hand, the gloved one, then using the metal one, he pops Steve's glove off, pinching the tips of the index and middle fingers to tug it off. Then he pulls Steve's hand a bit closer and Steve lets his bare fingers brush over the crow's feathers. They are like silk. Smoother, even. He smiles a little, albeit without meaning to, and takes over the movement to stroke the pads of his fingers down the smooth, blue-black feathers of the bird on Bucky's shoulder.

"You like that, Master Stiofán?" Bucky prompts gently, startling him with the sudden use of his name; particularly as he pronounces it correctly, even with the right emphasis on the fada over the vowel in the second syllable, when so far, no one in Wrexham County has said it right; English or Welsh. "See?" he adds in his thick Welsh accent, now flicking his pale, gray-blue eyes onto Steve's as he smiles and once more shows the missing adult tooth from his upper jaw. "Soot's no harm," he says, his voice soft and still high-pitched with a strong treble from adolescence, and his accent is so thick it's heavier than his older sister's.

Steve pinches his lips together, reluctantly giving Bucky a contrite smile. Soot, the crow, bobs his head and tucks it into Steve's palm, letting him stroke down the bird's sleek back, where he flutters his wings and tail. Steve smiles for real. He's never actually touched an animal before.

"I know you, too," he says, his gaze flicking back up to Bucky's; up, since Bucky is four or five inches taller than him. "You're Elizabeth's little brother."

"That's what the English call her," Bucky answers, gently but clearly affronted. "She's actually called Elisabeta. You ought to understand, sir," he adds, raising his eyebrows.

Steve flushes, scowling for a second, then glances down. "She told me it was Elizabeth," he mutters, even growling as best he can in his defensiveness; even though he's an Omega pup, he actually can growl rather deeply and loudly, people always tell him he sounds too coarse to be a pup Omega, that he sounds like he'll grow to be an Alpha.

He starts to pull away, too, but Bucky grabs his wrist once more, and pulls him back so he's touching the crow once again, his gaze dropping down to look at where he's moving Steve's hand. And Steve lets him, though still maintaining a cross look, since Soot's feathers really are very nice to touch.

"I meant no offense, sir," Bucky then says. "Betty tries to fit in too hard, is all's I think. I reckoned someone from Ireland would know how that feels."

Steve feels even more cross with Bucky, even further because he's quite right. Thick Welsh accents as Betty and Bucky might have, it's clear their ancestors came from somewhere far, far more eastern of continental Europe, and perhaps even further East; they've both got curls in tight ringlets and strong, handsome noses known to be common among Jewish people, and the both of them have a softness to their accents, too, that hint at knowing the language of Travellers beyond the way the Welsh speak English.

"I suppose," Steve mutters, and strokes his palm down Soot's slim back, his lips twitching towards a smile when Soot twitches his spine and all his feathers shift. "Sorry. I didn't think to ask."

"It's alright," Bucky responds. "Betty's been saying your name wrong, anyway," he adds with a bright, crooked grin that betrays his missing tooth. "So I also reckons that turnabout is fair play."

Steve lets out a snort and smiles again. Soot croaks a bit, far kinder and softer than before, and ducks his head, so Steve strokes past it down his back once more.

"There," Bucky says as he looks at the crow on his shoulder again. "You want to hold him?"

Steve bites his lip as he looks Soot in the eye. Soot bobs his head a bit, blinking, then squawks as softly as Bucky had just spoken. Steve hesitantly nods. So Bucky reaches up and nudges a metal finger under Soot's talons, until he hops onto it, then he lifts the crow off his shoulder. Using his right hand, he balances him, and gently shakes him off onto Steve's lifted forearm. Soot's talons grip sharply into his skin even through the layers of his tweed overcoat, Cashmere jacket, and flannel shirt beneath that, but they don't hurt. Instead, they tickle. Steve can't help but giggle and reaches up to pet the backs of his knuckles down Soot's breast, marveling at how cool his feathers feel even in the early winter.

"It's not only Omegas that like soft things," Bucky then says. "I know that. Just so you's know's I'm not rude like that."

Steve glances at him briefly. "You don't look rude," he whispers.

Bucky gives him a warm, crooked, gap-toothed smile. "I hope not," he says.

[*]

Steve bursts into snorting laughter, leaning back on Eight's strong, black back as he still clings to Bucky's patched waistcoat, throwing his head back as he howls with mirth.

"You're such an eejet!" he cackles.

When he drops his chin again to get his breath, Bucky's twisted around on the horse and is looking at him with a bright grin. Steve calms himself to a few giggles, then shifts his arms a bit tighter around Bucky's middle, now locking his hands together. Steve watches Bucky close his eyes and wonders what he's doing.

Then Bucky's lips smack against his briefly. Steve shuts his eyes, too, in surprise, and when he blinks them open again, Bucky's leaned forward in his seat once more, pink in the ears and looking bashful.

"I --" he starts.

Steve gives him an equally fast kiss, but on the cheek that time. Bucky grins again, then faces forward entirely, clicking his tongue at Eight and also knocking his heels into his flanks. Steve wraps a bit tighter around him, smiling into his back so wide it hurts, wide enough to dimple his cheeks, which he hasn't done in years, years even farther back than before his parents died.

[*]

Steve's distracted from his painting by the sudden appearance of a crow, scolding him over something and fluttering its wings in his face.

"Soot!" he snaps angrily as he bats at the bird trying to get his attention so successfully he almost splatters his painting with what is on his brush accidentally. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you!" he demands as he knocks the bird away from him, sending him fluttering into the air.

"Sorry!" Bucky's voice calls.

Soot at last relents his assault on Steve's face, cawing softly, and darts through the air towards where Bucky is jogging into the garden's main courtyard, so he can land on his shoulder and look back reproachfully. Steve brushes his hair out of his eyes and gives the bird a cross look.

"Isn't he too old to be attacking me?" he demands.

"He wasn't attacking you, Master Stiofán," Bucky says, smiling warmly as he nears Steve, seated at his easel in the midst of Aunt Saoirse's garden. "He's excited," he adds, looking nervous for some reason.

"Well, what the ruddy hell for?" Steve snaps, shoving his paintbrush into a jar of thinner as he's been distracted from where he'd next wanted to adjust the texture and color of his oil painting of the roses and Empress of India lilies in front of him, and had thus forgotten the change he'd wanted to make before Soot flew into his face.

"Well," Bucky says, abruptly flushing red in the ears as he looks down and shoves his metal hand into his pocket, just as abruptly feeling around in it for something. "It's not every day you ask a pretty Omega to marry you," he mutters.

Steve blinks rapidly, his lips parting even as he's thrilled to hear those words from this man. Bucky then withdraws a small velvet bag from his pocket, and, very slowly, he lowers himself to one knee beside Steve's easel.

"I haven't got gold," he says, almost like he's shy. "Or rubies, or emeralds, or diamonds. I've got nothing really worth of you, Stiofán Grant Rogers. But I've got this, and I've got real love for you. And I've got a lifetime I'll gladly dedicate to making you happy, Master Stiofán. If you'll have me?"

Steve parts his lips as Bucky shakes out of the little velvet bag a small silver or sterling silver ring, one that looks like it's been resized recently, but thick and engraved with ivy, and centered by small but highly polished garnet in a hexagonal, step-cut shape.

"If you'll have me, Master Stiofán?" Bucky repeats in a pleading whisper.

Steve takes the ring from him. Silently and with a smile, he slips it onto his left ring finger where it belongs. He's been waiting for about four months now for it, ever since his uncle declared he was old enough to start looking for suitors. Bucky, as soon as the ring is settled on Steve's finger, lets out a relieved sound, like he had been nervous that he might get a no; silly of him. Steve looks up at Soot, now reproachful.

"Ought'n't you have told him I would immediately say yes years ago?" he scolds.

Soot squawks softly, just a little bubble of sound that doesn't even raise Steve's hackles. He bobs his head towards Bucky, as if telling Steve that he had tried many times, but had been woefully unsuccessful with each effort.

Beside him, Bucky releases a sound that's both relief and exasperation. Steve looks down to make sure his new engagement ring is settled correctly on his finger.

"You get five, no more," he adds sternly.

"Five what?" Bucky says, now frowning.

"Children," Steve says, then shifts to hold his new engagement ring to the light, smiling as he examines it with more than satisfaction, being far prettier than he'd expected it to be. "And I reserve the right to reduce that number per labor," he adds, not looking away from his newly most prized possession.

"Oh," Bucky says, very suddenly and with wide eyes. "Oh..."

Steve glances at him, then smirks. "I suppose you also reserve the right to attempt to convince me of more," he murmurs.

Bucky's ears go twice as red as his eyes widen so much they go glassy. Steve lets him contemplate and looks at his silver and garnet engagement ring, pleased and quite content. He'd planned to say no to any suitor other than Bucky for a long time now, almost as long as he'd known his Alpha. Then Soot flutters onto his shoulder, and he croaks very softly, hardly a hiccup out of his beak. Steve glances sideways at him, smiling fondly.

"Tell you what," he whispers, "you can carry the rings at the wedding."

Soot croaks again, gentle and kind, then butts the blunt line of his beak into Steve's cheek, following by another little squawk, quiet as a whisper.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve says, rolling his eyes. "Thanks."

"Er," Bucky says next to him, eyes rather glassy as he seems to be imagining things he'd never dared let himself wonder about before. "Does that -- Would five include multiples? If we had them?"

Steve breaks into a grin, looking down at the engagement ring he's really been waiting for for years. "No," he murmurs softly.

"Bloody Jesus Christ, mother of all whores," Bucky whispers reverently, his gaze fixed on Steve's mouth, and Steve chuckles to himself.

the secret garden but it's stucky and aged up a little (think a mild T) steve, somewhere between 12-14 stars as the surly and very rude mary lennox with his spoiled and supposedly crippled cousin anthony stark, and bucky stars as the housemaid's animal whisperer little brother dickon, like 13-15. steve and bucky teach tony how to walk, but they teach steve how to cry. also steve and bucky have a cute little first kiss while on horseback bucky turns around to look at steve while he's laughing about something stupid bucky said and he just darts in and pecks him on the lips once and then steve smiles differently and hugs him then they ride back. obvs get married when they're adults.

[jollymalt]

zaunite viktor in another reality

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[omnxnom]

so I watched sonic 3. team sonic definitely met hello kitty in tokyo ✨🎀

bonus doodles + a sleepover party! 👯‍♀️💝 (from @gaiamoonflayer’s tweet)

I hope u enjoyyyyyy~ <333

[joanjehanne]

i'll figure out a monster john design so help me god

[celifin]

had a revelation about alhaitham's colors you see

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[mysticalcats]

self indulgent skimblies

[kaiserouo]

i love him

tbh i think the lineart is better than the final result

[multiocular-mushroom-art]

francis madoka magica crozier

(the witch designs are here and also posted separately with some lore under the tag 'the soul gem passage')