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lovebugism · 2 years ago

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Hi I am begging on my knees for more of your steddie x reader it’s so good I’m crying

BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE | baby fever

summary: steve's got a bad case of baby fever. it's not so bad until you start getting sick with it too. eddie has to come up with a solution before all of you fall ill.

pairing: steve harrington / f!reader / eddie munson

a/n: i just realized i haven't posted anything steddie related in almost three months. i am so sorry. this is a total travesty. please enjoy this 3k blurb and find it in your heart to forgive me <3

You squint at the grocery list scribbled on a bright blue sticky note. It’s a mish-mash of all your different handwritings. Some are certainly neater than others. “This just says crabs… I think...”

“It doesn’t say crabs, you loon,” Eddie laughs from where he mans the shopping cart beside you. He’s steering the thing about as well as his van. “It says cereals.”

“No, it says a bunch of gibberish that no one can read but you,” you retort with a giggle of your own as you follow him down the breakfast aisle. “And we just need one box of cereal, alright? Singular.”

He turns to you with a cartoonish pout on his lips. “But why?”

“Because you’re like a kid, Eds. You eat the entire thing in one sitting, and then you’re absolutely haywire for the rest of the day.”

And, just like a child, the boy stands in front of the vibrantly colored boxes of cereal with a wide grin on his face.

The local grocery store was smaller compared to the others in town, but they had every brand of the breakfast food known to man, stacked in neat rows from the floor to ceiling.

Eddie’s got a twinkle in his eye as his gaze runs over them all. And even though you think it’s all boyish and hilarious, you let him have his fun.

He grew up unable to enjoy all the goodness of overly sweet cereal because bills and food with actual sustenance were always more important. Now, he’s got a halfway stable job with Wayne at the car shop, and he’s living at his own place with his boyfriend and girlfriend, and he can buy whatever the hell kind of cereal he wants.

So, as far as he’s concerned, everyone who said he’d never amount to much can suck it.

And you know you’ll let him buy the whole damn grocery store out of their cereal if that’s what he wants. It’s the least you can do for the world’s best boyfriend — a title he begrudgingly shares with Steve The Hair Harrington.

You’d give him the world if you could, but for now you’ll have to settle for a couple of boxes of Lucky Charms.

“Okay, so the OJ’s we got last time tasted like absolute shit,” Eddie mutters, mostly to himself as he crouches to peer at the lower shelves. “I saw a commercial for Waffle-O’s this morning, and they looked pretty good. But I know you like Breakfast With Barbie and Steve ate a bowl of C3PO’s every day for, like, two weeks, so…”

You stand by the cart and laugh at his rambling. You turn to look behind you with a lighthearted joke sitting on the edge of your tongue. It dissipates when you realize Steve isn’t next to you.

Instead, he’s still standing at the end of the aisle with his back to you and Eddie — like his feet forgot how to work when he caught sight of the family across the store. It’s a mother and a father, dressed in their mid-weekday finest, with a baby swaddled at their chest and a toddler bouncing in the seat of the shopping cart.

And you know it’s got the boy totally lost in his own head. You know he's picturing you and him and Eddie as that happy family — the one fills every store you walk into with baby babbles and bubbly laughter.

Steve told you his senior year of high school he wanted a baby, that he wanted six of them, and that he wanted them all with you. And you were just a stupid seventeen-year-old girl who would’ve done anything he asked you to, though you definitely drew the line at babies.

But you’re older now, and far more settled than you had been all that time ago. Steve’s ready for a family, but you don’t think you’re anywhere close.

“How about we just compromise and get all three?” Eddie finally concludes with the boxes already in his arms. He dumps them into the cart and notices that your attention is elsewhere. He realizes then that Steve’s gone too because his attention is stuck on a nice family minding their own business.

“Not again…” he murmurs to himself while you go rescue the boy.

“I’ve never seen someone so sick with baby fever in my life,” you laugh as you drag Steve back to the cart by his wrist.

“I can’t help it!” he defends weakly. “They were so cute! They were all matching and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I can’t wait to coordinate outfits with our baby. Doesn’t that sound like the cutest fucking thing ever?”

“It sounds very adorable, Stevie,” you nod understandingly and try to ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of him and his baby girl wearing matching pastels every time they step out of the house. “And we can be just like them in five years—”

“Five years?” he gapes.

“Maybe even ten,” Eddie shrugs and nonchalantly tosses a box of Count Chocula into the cart.

“Ten years— You guys are insane if you think I’m waiting ten years to have a kid!” Steve protests with a pair of buff arms crossed boyishly over his chest. “I’m not getting any younger over here, you know that, right?”

“You’re twenty-five, Steve, stop being so dramatic. We’re just now trying to get settled. I’m still in school, you’re still working at Family Video, Eddie’s still… Eddie. Don’t you think we should have actual careers before we have a kid?”

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance even though he knows you’re right.

It’s not like he wants to keep working at the stupid store on Main Street. He keeps putting off the conversation with his dad about another job, because he puts off every conversation with his dad. He’s scared of what asking for a position at his firm will do to his pride.

“She’s right, and you know it, Steven,” Eddie tells him, then scoffs. “I mean, can you really imagine me with a baby strapped to my chest on tour?”

You and Steve both pause and tilt your heads to the side as you picture the sight, terribly in sync as always. You can imagine it, quite perfectly actually, tangible enough to touch.

“Well—”

“That’s the cutest thing I think I’ve ever heard,” Steve finishes your thought for you.

Eddie cowers at the sudden attention. “Okay, stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, alright? We are not having a kid right now. There’s no fucking way.”

Steve all but deflates at the rejection as Eddie pushes the cart down the aisle, desperate to escape the bubble of tension the conversation had created in the cereal section.

You smile sheepishly over at Steve and wrap your arms through the crook of his elbow, standing on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “He’s being grumpy about it, but he’s right… It’s just not a good idea right now— but it will be, okay? One day. Just not… to-day.”

┄

The day, for you, comes exactly seven of them later.

You accompany Steve on his morning run and his routine stop for coffee. You’re not quite sure how he’s still mobile because your muscles are screaming, even after the warm shower you took to soothe them.

You left him alone for all of half a second to use the bathroom while he ordered drinks for him and you, and something extra for Eddie for when the boy decides to roll out of bed.

When you return, you find him bouncing a baby on his hip — a young thing, maybe three if you had to guess, with two buns in her hair like bunny ears and a sparkly pink dress to match the bows she wears in them.

Steve smiles down at her, talking to her in a baby voice and saying something you can’t hear because you’re frozen in place. You resemble him at the grocery store a week ago, when he was thrown into a daydream so suddenly that his body all but shut down.

You look at him now, tickling the baby’s sides just to hear her giggle, and you see him with your firstborn — sleep deprived, covered in spit-up, and still the most beautiful human you’d ever seen.

You have to shake your head to remove the thought before it ruins you entirely.

Freshly jostled from your stupor, you walk over to him. “Steve… Please tell me you didn’t steal someone’s baby.”

He laughs. “What? No! She was just a little fussy, and I offered to take her while her mom looked for something,” the boy explains. You look just behind him to see the woman bent over at one of the smaller tables, sifting vigorously through a large baby bag.

“She doesn’t seem very fussy now,” you observe, eyes flitting between his and the child's and noticing they’ve both got matching grins.

“She doesn’t, does she?” he smiles, softly scratching at her sides again to make her laugh. And she does, most enthusiastically so, tilting her head back and letting the giggles spill from an open mouth.

He turns back to you, with wide eyes and raised brows and a bemused grin. “I like she likes me.”

“Of course, she does,” you scoff. “Babies always like you.”

The mom returns with a snack in hand and a relieved smile. Steve passes the baby back to her with little effort. She whines at the loss of him, though the brightly packaged treat is quick to quell her sorrow.

“Thanks for taking her,” the mother's grateful smile falters with exhaustion. “If I don’t give her the same snack at exactly the same time every day, she tends to go a little nuts.”

Steve tells her that it’s no problem, that he was a part-time babysitter at one point in his life, and that her kid was better than those little shits combined. He censors himself before the swear slips out, though.

You go your separate ways when the barista calls out your drink orders and walk hand in hand back to your place.

“Did you get their names?” you ask him before taking a sip of your latte.

“The mom’s name was Maeve and the kid’s name was Harper—”

“Holy shit,” you mutter.

Steve snaps his head over to you because he thinks you’ve burnt your mouth. Instead, he finds you with a distant smile on your face.

“Those are the cutest names I’ve ever heard. It sounds like something out of a fucking cartoon or something.”

“Yeah…” is all he can say because his mind is preoccupied with a million other thoughts. He doesn’t tell you them, obviously, but you know they’re there. The sly smile pulling at his lips makes it obvious.

“…Why are you looking at me like that.”

“Because I’m totally gonna wear you down,” he grins and brings his coffee to his mouth, sipping through his smirk.

You only scoff in response. “Never.”

┄

It doesn’t take you very long to realize that Steve was right.

You spend the rest of the day thinking about it — about him with a baby and how perfect he'd be as a dad. The thoughts plague you far more than they usually do. They take up the entire frontal cortex of your brain and make it nearly impossible to think about anything else.

You’re self-aware enough to beat yourself up about it.

You were just telling him that it wasn’t time yet, and you knew you were right. As far as you’re concerned, you still have another few good years before you’re ready to even start seriously considering it.

But here you are, having to calm yourself down every time the thought of Steve Harrington with a baby, your baby, crosses your mind.

You wait until the boy heads to bed to talk to Eddie about it. You find him in the kitchen, eating handfuls of Breakfast with Barbie like a maniac. You’re too preoccupied to make a snarky comment about it.

“Steve wasn’t lying,” you warn him.

“..About what?” he wonders through the mouthful.

“About him not waiting ten years to have a baby! He wants one now!” you explain through a yell-whisper hybrid. “And he told me he was going to wear me down, and he was right.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide too, like he’s just learned you caught some sort of plague. You have. It’s called baby fever, and it’s only a matter of time before the entire house is afflicted. “Shit…”

“So you have to be the strong one, Eddie.”

“Oh, god,” he whines with pinched brows. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because I saw him hold a baby today.”

“…And this is a bad thing?”

“Of course, it’s a bad thing! My hormones went crazy, okay? It’s like my brain stopped functioning, and I started thinking with my ovaries or something! All human instinct told me to lay down and procreate the second we got home!”

Eddie laughs to himself. “Are you sure it was human instinct, or was it just you on a normal Wednesday?”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you tell him, a sudden solemnity to your features. “You have to put your foot down whenever Steve talks about it because I will cave.”

“Alright, alright, have some Barbie cereal and settle down,” he tells you with a playful grin.

He offers you the box and you pout for a moment before sticking your hand into it and pulling out several red and purple butterfly pieces.

The boy wraps an arm around you with his free hand. He pulls you closer and noses at the crown of your head. You sigh as you relax into him.

“I’ll take care of it, okay? I actually have the perfect idea.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you waver through a mouthful of cereal.

“Don’t worry about it,” he lilts with a grin, smacking a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of it.”

┄

You and Steve are tangled in bedsheets, both slowly rousing but trying desperately to go back to sleep.

You’re laying on your stomach, face smushed into the pillow you clutch to your head. Steve lays halfway on top of you — his legs knotted with yours, arm splayed over your back, and softly snoring in your ear.

Both of you noticed the lack of Eddie’s presence, but chose not to linger on it too much, figuring he must’ve gone for a breakfast run.

He returns hardly a moment after the thought of him crosses your mind. You hear the door open and shut again, then the shouts of your names entwined with a muffled barking.

You groan at the intrusion on your sleep.

Steve huffs and shifts against you, voice gruff with fatigue as he wonders: “Why do I hear a dog?”

The mixture of confusion and subtle knowing has you both shuffling out of the bedroom and trudging into the living room.

You round the corner and find Eddie standing by the door with a rowdy goldendoodle bouncing at his feet. He’s trying hopelessly to undo its leash when the thing starts to squirm at the sight of you and Steve.

Eddie’s eyes flit to the both of you when he notices you standing across the room. A smile bursts like early morning sunshine on his face. “Surprise!” he beams.

The metal of the leash clicks when he finally gets it unbuckled. The dog dashes your way, all but jumping into Steve and then spinning in circles with excitement as it tries to figure out who to accept attention from.

“You got us a dog?” the boy wonders, head cocked back to dodge the thing as it licks at his chin.

“You said you wanted a baby,” Eddie shrugs. “So, I got you a baby.”

“This is so not what a meant,” the boy grouses in response, though he’s got his arms wrapped around the dog like he’s hugging it. “I mean, it’s not even a baby— it’s huge.”

“The woman at the shelter said he was eight months old. And he is a he, so stop calling him it.”

You crouch beside Steve, scratching the dog behind his ear. He pants with his tongue sticking out, almost looking like he’s smiling. It makes you smile too.

“We don’t even have dog food. Or toys. Or a bed,” you stress. “What are we even gonna name it?”

“Well, I took care of exactly one of those things,” Eddie lilts with a grin. “They only had that gross artificial shit at the grocery store, but they did have some badass collars and an engraving machine, so…”

You and Steve peek through the dog’s golden curls and find a black band with silver spikes dotted around the neck. “Super metal, huh?” you hear himEdiejoke as you reach for the dangled heart pendant handing around the collar.

“…Ozzy?” you recite.

“See what I mean?” he beams. “Metal.”

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harukaprism · 1 year ago

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Fuck me, old man

Pairing: Welt Yang x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, mentions of injuries on reader, nicknames used (little one, my star), spanking, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, welt calls you his slut, oral (receiving), this is all just filthy filthy filthy. Do I need to tag gloves being used?

Word Count: 3,224

Dawn's notes: Shhhhhh, just have sex with the old man. It's good for the soul.

You were not looking forward to the lecture you were going to get the second you stepped back onto The Express. Your mission had gone well of course, you were a Nameless and an expert traveler for The Express as the others were, but Welt Yang was harsher on you than the others.

You were hoping it was for a sexual reason and not that he was an old man and “youths these days”. Loading your wounded body onto the train you easily avoided Himeko and the others, Welt nowhere to be seen, yet. Opening the door to your room and throwing your body onto your bed you stared at the ceiling; a few decorations that you had put up there that March had given you and little doodles that Welt had done in his past time.

You had admired his work as an animator on his planet, his skills showed in every drawing he made, silly little things he made for all of the Nameless on the train, but it seemed he put more effort into the drawings he gave you. You had asked him about his planet and begged him to draw and show you what it was like. Both of you wanted him to go back to his home, to see his family and friends again, hoping that at some point it will be on the list of planets that needed help from The Express.

Glancing to the side you looked at the bedside table, all of your things already placed there along with a drawing that you treasured the most; Welt called them sunflowers. He drew a field of them with a setting sun in the back. It seemed like he had been there before and wanted to visit it again, the solemness on his face causing you to regret asking about his home planet.

A knock on your door sent a race through your heart, you had no idea who it could be. “Yes?” You were hoping it was Pom Pom bringing you something to eat and drink.

“Are you alright?” Damn it, Welt was at your door and you hadn’t had a chance to shower, eat, or even hide your wounds.

“O-Oh Welt! Yeah I-I’m fine.” You forced a chuckle out of your throat sitting up hoping he would not come in.

“Pom-Pom said you didn’t look great and didn’t stop to report anything or say anything to anyone. That isn’t like you.” He saw right through you, he always did. “Can I come in?” There was no way to stop him and you knew that, he was such a good person and if he thought something was wrong with you he would want to care and see you.

“Yeah, doors unlocked.” Your heart raced as you watched your door open, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap and it was dangerously beautiful. His hair was a bit messy, the gray streak sticking straight up almost. “Did you just wake up?” You tried to tease him to take his attention off your bruised body.

“What happened?” His ungloved fingertips brushed against your bruised cheek.

“Welt I am fine I promise.” You tried to convince him that you really were okay, your body was sore and you just needed to rest. “You can go back to the parlor car, I'll be fine.”

The look under his glasses made your heart sink; you never wanted to worry him. “Little one, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” You hated the way the words made your stomach clench; he said it because you were younger than him, smaller than him. He was a protector and you were something he protected. “Go wash up, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Heaving a sigh you looked down at your legs avoiding his piercing golden eyes. “Fine.” Voice soft you sat and listened as he left your room giving you your privacy. You gave it a few minutes before you dragged your body through the cars to the bath, taking your time to wash yourself and soak in the warm water. Once you were out you felt much better and your body looked better as well as you stared at your body in your silk pajamas.

As you made your way back to your room you saw that your door was already open, you knew it was Welt and he was waiting. Knowing it was inevitable you walked into the room and looked as he sat on your bed staring at the pictures you had that he gifted you. “I never threw any out.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met your gaze again. “I can see that. I am glad you enjoy them.” He looked over your body looking for any outward wound. “The bath helped, I see, but you are still wounded. Sit down and let me tend to them.”

Heat rushed your body as you unwillingly went to the bed sitting next to him. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, the ointment he wiped the wounds with stung, sucking in a sharp breath you fought back the urge to curse but the feeling soon faded as his soft lips met the tender skin. “Sorry, I should have warned you that it was going to sting.”

Your heart rushed as you watched his lips move away from your skin, it was an unexpected reaction from him, he had never done it in the past when he tended to your wounds. “I-It’s fine.” Your voice was soft and it came out in a stutter but you didn’t want to show that it had affected you too much, in fear that he wouldn’t touch you like this again.

“Was the mission too hard for you to do alone?” There was worry etched into his face and you could see the pain in his eyes. “I should have convinced Himeko to let me go with you, I should have known.” Reaching up to his face you cupped his warm cheeks in your hands pulling him close. “Welt, I could handle it by myself and you know that. I just got a little banged up but I came back alive and relatively safe.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly his lips were against yours. Warmth filled your body as his hand rested on the back of your neck, the leather of his gloved hand digging into the tender skin to pull you deeper into the kiss. Your body was melting into his touch, everything about Welt Yang encompassed you.

His earthy scent rushed through your nostrils, your body falling back into the soft sheets, his arm caging you in. “Welt.” You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away and stared at you over his glasses, you could see the emotions swimming behind those brown orbs. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He started to move off of you but you didn’t want him to leave your side. Your hands rushed to his wavy hair and your fingers tangled in the strands as you pulled him back down crashing your lips to his.

As he let out a surprised gasp your tongue made its way into his mouth letting it explore as you kept him close to your body. Pulling away you let go of his hair giving him the option to pull away. “Never apologize for kissing me Welt, I have been waiting for you to do it for years.”

His deep chuckle made your walls clench around nothing. “For years, are you serious?” Giving him the best deadpan look you watched him as he squirmed a little. “You are being serious.” He said the words as if he couldn’t believe it, had he ever looked in a mirror?

Lifting your legs you wrapped them around his waist and used all your momentum to flip the two of you so you straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Trust me, I have wanted much more than just a kiss from you.” Letting out a little half truth you let out a little gasp as he adjusted his hips pressing his hardening cock to your core.

“Trust me little one, I have thought about a lot of other things to do with you.” With his admission you let a smirk tug at your lips. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him sent a fire through you. Remotely locking the door to your room your hands made quick work to strip the thin shirt and shorts you had on. “You are still injured, are you sure about this?”

You glared down at him, it was sweet he was trying to make sure that your body was safe from what could happen to you while having sex but you didn’t care. “If you do not fuck me right now, you will never get the chance to do it again.”

Something flashed in his eyes at the threat, it was like he was a predator hunting you as his prey; it had served as a long enough distraction. His gloved hand came down on your ass roughly, sending shivers up your body. Without having much time to react another smack came to your already reddining cheek. “Don’t make such threats to me, little one.”

“No surprise that the old man is into spanking.” You teased drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you knew it would cause more punishment but when it came from him it only served to arouse you even more. He had to feel the wet patch growing in your panties right above the cock you had wanted for so long.

The smirk that pulled his lips up made you know you were in for a whole new world of pleasure. “You have no idea what I am into my star.” With that your back hit your bed and your bra was easily discarded to the side; when the hell did he take your bra off?!

His hands made work of his shirt and while his eyes were distracted you slipped your panties to the side and used shaking fingers to spread your lips giving him a full view of your dripping greedy hole. “Come and fuck me, old man.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. His pants and boxers thrown haphazardly to join your clothing, his gloved middle finger brushed against your clit as he ripped your panties off. Ripped. The raw strength he showed made you shiver. “The glove stays on? How kinky of you.” You teased him as if it didn’t turn you on.

He hummed in agreement as his thumb replaced his middle finger, rubbing quick and tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it was not enough you had to feel more of him.

As if Welt could read your mind he slowly inserted a finger into your pussy, just the one made your eyes roll back as you moaned to the stars outside of your window, your eyes quickly shut in pleasure as you felt the stretch as another finger fell into place next to his other one. How could he make you feel this way with just two fingers?

His thumb moved away from your clit causing a whine to escape your lips but it was soon replaced with another moan as his tongue replaced it working in tandem with his fingers thrusting inside you without a care in the world.

Suddenly your eyes were filled with stars as your orgasam crashed over you faster than any other orgasam had hit you. The way he pulled it out of you made you dizzy. How could he have done that? How could he have made it happen so fast? What the fuck was he?

Trying to gain control of your body as you stared at him as he climbed over you, the look in his eyes told you that you weren’t going on an expedition anytime soon. “Don’t regret the decisions you've made to get to this spot.” His words came out as a growl, commanding your legs to spread for him; the brat inside you dying quickly at the sight of his long cock came into view. The first word that came to mind was long, oh Aeons it was long. But it was thick as well, not too girthy that you were scared it would not fit but it was going to stretch you out and you knew you would feel it for days.

With a baited breath you watched as he took the base of his cock and lined the tip with your begging hole. His eyes met yours as if silently asking for one last time for permission. Giving him a nod you gripped onto his forearm bracing yourself.

His hips slowly inched towards yours as he started to sink himself inside you. The stretch was nice and slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was pleasurable enough but the fact that he was only halfway in and you felt like he was in your throat already made your head spin. “A-aeons Welt, how do you walk around with that thing?”

Trying to make light of the pressure growing in your core you wanted a distraction so you wouldn’t come all over his wonderful dick before he even started to move!

He laughed, Welt actually laughed as his hand came and cupped your face. “If you need a minute to adjust just say so. We take this at your pace.” God he was so sweet, but that was not the issue here.

“You’re only halfway inside and it feels like you're in my throat.” You protested as your back arched off your bed, your body screaming for more while your mind begged to have him pull out just a little.

The look in his eyes showed that you just signed your soul away to him. Instantly he pulled out fully from you and just as you took a breath he thrusted back inside you burying himself completely inside your waiting pussy. You tried to scream but you couldn’t get any noise out as you stared into those eyes that soaked in your pleasure. “What’s wrong, my star? Too much?”

Taking in a deep breath you didn’t know you were hiding you went to snap back at him but he set a brutal pace of hard and slow thrusts as he held your hips down. It was too much but not enough at the same time. “F-Fuck Welt!”

“That’s right, scream my name.” A smirk pulled at his lips making your walls shudder around his length, the dominating force that he exuded made your brain turn to mush. He is so kind and gentle but this was not the Welt you knew, and you loved it. Reaching down you tried to rub at your clit but your hand was smacked away. “No touching, only I can touch this pretty pussy.”

With those simple words you lost all inhibitions to rebel or snap at him, all you could focus on was him and the cock that brought you so much pleasure. Wanton moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of your passionate love making, despite him being rough with you you could feel the passion and caring he put into every roll of his hips.

Tears pricked your eyes as the tip of his cock brushed against the most sensitive spot inside you, all you needed was him to touch your clit and you would come undone around him. You wanted the release for your own pleasure but you also wanted it for him, for him to learn how to play your body and make you his in full.

“Squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle made your walls clench even tighter around him but he pulled out of you fully leaving you so empty.

“B-but I was so close!” Your whine was so hoarse as you reached down for him, he said you couldn't touch yourself he never said you couldn’t touch him. The tips of your fingers brushed against the flushed head of his wet cock, your essence made it so shiny and slippery, you had to get it back inside you right now.

“What are you doing, my star?” He only watched as you managed to wrap your hand around his length and guided it back to your entrance. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you willingly, you had to coax him into giving you what you wanted.

Heat rushed through your body as you nudged the tip against your clit, the little bundle of nerves tingling just feeling some type of friction. “I want to cum on your cock. Please let me.”

It was like something snapped at just the notion that you wanted him to give you your release, your hands were moved away from his body as your world twisted. Looking at the full length mirror as welt kneeled behind you, his strong hands gripped your hips tugging them into the air presenting your ass to him.

Your whole body shook as one of his hands came down smacking your sensitive pussy, you expected pain but the moan that rushed through your throat gave into the pleasure at the feeling. All you could do was watch through the mirror with hooded eyes as he readjusted behind you, the intense feeling of his cock ramming into you fully made your eyes roll back.

Gripping onto the bedding tightly you moaned as he used your body for his pleasure, his glasses at the tip of his nose while his eyes never left the area where the two of you were connected. “My slutty girl, so wet at the thought of being able to orgasam.”

He wasn’t wrong, you wanted it so bad, you wanted Welt to take you there. “Please please please!” You weakly begged as you tried to match his pace, moving your hips back to meet his hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Say my name and I’ll let you cum.” The growl alone was enough to have the coil in your core tighten unbearably painful.

“Welt, please let me cum!” You moaned, each syllable being jumbled matching the rough thrusts he gave you, the angle made all the blood rush to your head as his hand gripped your hip and the gloved one reached down past his cock rubbing circles against your clit.

White blinded you as the coil snapped and your orgasam brought you to your mental knees, with your ears ringing you vaguely heard Welt grunt and groan behind you as his thrusts got sloppy and warmth filled you as he let himself reach his orgasam.

As soon as he pulled out of your abused pussy your body crumpled, bare, sweaty and with his cum starting to leak out his fingers reached down scooping up what was trying to escape and thrusted his fingers back into you keeping everything inside.

“We aren’t finished yet my star.” His seductive voice was gruff in your ear; you couldn’t help but let out a moan with the feeling of his messy gloved fingers deep inside you. “How long will it take for your body to give up on me?”

#dawn writes 18+#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail fanfiction #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #welt yang #welt x you #welt smut #welt x reader #welt yang smut #welt yang x reader #welt yang hsr #welt yang x you

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ma1dmer · 1 year ago

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Crescent City - Ithan Holstrom NSFW

this is kind of old ,I am now wiser and actually want to top this man

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): very very attentive, will ask you what you need, carry you to the bathroom to wash up even if you are literally fine, bring you water everything you need he'll prepare it

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): i am a firm believer that he is an ass guy, he would never say it out loud ,but his eyes always travel down your body when you walk away from him

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is a wolf shifter, some interest in breeding comes with the territory, he is still very stressed about kids and bringing one into the world, he is too young for that but he can't deny himself the appeal of watching him cum leak out of you when he pulls out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): its something he doesn't think he'd have the nerve to go through, because he is relatively possessive ,but he has thought of the possibility of a threesome with certain people, it gets him as angry and embarrassed as it gets him horny, he’d be hurt at first if you ever suggested it, but eventually his own curiosity would have him saying yes, it’d need to be someone you both know and are comfortable with though and he’d spend most of the time trying to prove himself to you, but eventually he’d relax and simply enjoy the experience

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): very little experience, just didn't have enough time , with all that was going on in his life, plus the fact he is more of a relationship guy, rather than a one night stand guy

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): the basics, they work just fine for him, he does also like reverse cowgirl

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he tends to get lost in his head a lot, so he is more serious, very focused on bringing you pleasure, but he does love when you laugh during sex, it pulls him out of his head and into the moment ,watching you be this comfortable with him is enough to make his knees buckle

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): tried to shave the first few times he knew he was going to see you, couldn't handle the itchiness and now just tries to keep things tame by trimming

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he tries to do romance, but it doesn’t come naturally, he is very sweet, but his idea of romance is googling how to be romantic and doing everything a top 10 list says, its cute, but wine and roses just aren’t so much his thing

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): the amount of times he has jacked off to the thought of you is embarrassing , he wants to seem mature and responsible and not scare you off ,so he hates how much you affect him ,how everything, from your perfume ,to the clothes you wear ,to simply the idea of a date with you later during the day will get him excited, totally the type of keep a shirt of yours or something to hold onto while he strokes himself

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): more on the vanilla side

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he needs his privacy, locks and double locks every door in his or your room

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): just about anything, accidentally catching a glimpse of your ass in some pants he likes, whispering in his ear seductively, wearing a perfume he likes ,he just can't help himself, his body is always ready for you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurting you, he can't bring himself to actually hurt you, physically or verbally, even if you ask him for it, he just can't do it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves 69ing, isn't really good at it because he gets distracted with your mouth on him but gods ,the view and feel of your thighs around his head as well as the feeling of your mouth on him, its so overwhelming in the best way, give him some time to find his pace and he gets really good

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he tries to hold himself back and its always a battle between letting himself go entirely and trying not to hurt you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he will never say no ,but honestly it just doesn't work for him, he needs the time after sex to cool down with you in his arms, he needs to take his time with you and enjoy your presence, also it just makes him want you more, you can't just pull him in the middle of the day to quickly try something and then go about your day expecting him to not be distracted

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is kind of on the vanilla side , he sticks to whatever works right now, but with some good communication and a bit of , lets say, motivation he is game with trying out a lot of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): both as an ex athlete and a wolf, lets just say, his stamina is over the moon ,haha get it

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he would be a bit weird about it at first ,kind of getting it in his head that he isn't doing a good enough job thats why you need them, but the more he thinks about it, you in your room possibly thinking of him, using a toy on yourself, legs spread open ,biting your lip as you make those sweet sounds he loves, he warms up to them, might eventually get the guts to ask you to show him exactly how you use them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a tease this man can NOT deny you, if you said crawl he would without a second thought

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he tries to muffle himself but it doesn't really work, he groans and curses and swears against you, he really isn’t aware how loud he can get

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): big on phone sex, sexting or calling him in the middle of the night so he can listen to you get off, he could be dead asleep when you ring him, his voice still groggy and gruff from when he woke up, but the second you imply what you are doing he is scrambling to lock his bedroom door and get himself comfortable

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): a grower for sure, its very smooth and on the thicker side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very very high, especially in the earlier stages of your situationship/relationship whatever you want to call it, he thought he was going insane with how much he was thinking of you, how much he wanted and needed you, it hasn't gotten any better but he is used to it now

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps like a dad, he is too young to be snoring that loudly, but when he is comfortable all wrapped up with you next to him ,its almost endearing, he also likes being a little spoon even if he'd be embarrassed to admit so

#ithan holstrom #Ithan Holstrom x reader #Ithan Holstrom smut #book smut #sjm #sjm books #house of earth and blood #hosab #hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city x reader #crescent city smut #crescent city #.writing

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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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Come fly with me, let's fly away...

Summary: You and Ice both like to fly, just in completely different ways. And he finally convinced you to take a jet ride with him.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x fem!reader

W/C: 3.3k

Rating: PG, explicitly stated age gap (19 years). They met for the first time when the reader was 19 (Do I condone that in real life? HELL NO. SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN A BABY).

TWs: None.

A/N: This fic is happening not long after Ice became O-10, he's not married to Sarah, doesn't have any kids, and definitely isn't sick.

Also, the reader is described as really petite, but there are no allusions to ED or food in general; I just wanted that position to work :)

Also Yes, the reader owns her small house with a quite big garden at around 21 without having a job. How and why? Idk, I'm not in her bank account, ask her.

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- And you're sure it's fine...? You won't get into any trouble...? - You were nervously playing with a strap of his old helmet, he just handed you. Ice just got promoted, and you were still getting used to his new rank.

- It's not like they can fire me now, dove... - oh that cocky smile that you wanted to rub from his face. Preferably with your fist. Or your own mouth. It didn't really matter, as long as he stopped. - But seriously, we're good. It's a holiday, everyone else is out celebrating, and I've put it as a training exercise, so we're fully covered when it comes to all the paperwork, please don't worry so much, squirrel. - he placed a quick kiss on the top of your head. It wasn't exactly your favorite nickname, but he didn't use it too often, only when he playfully teased you about your not-so-safe hobby.

Because both of you loved to fly. He was just doing that in a metal can mounted to another can of explosives, and you were... well... Using a thin material to glide. Yet you couldn't help but feel much safer in your wingsuit than inside a jet, that's why it took so long for him to convince you, and right about now, you were seriously rethinking your decision.

- Relax, dove. - you just couldn't help it. This plane in front of you was basically a killing machine, and even though you loved the adrenaline, you were extremely opposed to conflict and violence, and you sometimes wondered how you ended up with someone in the military, especially that high up.

Well, when you two met he wasn't exactly O-10... He was just promoted to captain. At first, it was supposed to be a rebound-one-night stand with a man literally twice your age (at that time), and on top of that, he was just about to be deployed, so there was literally no chance for a relationship. Yet you still told him you'd like to see him again when he comes back. Which was incredibly stupid and naive, but you were only 19 and he said yes, thinking that you'll forget all about him as soon as you'll meet someone younger while he was gods-know-where, doing gods-know-what.

And you did meet someone. But it fizzled out before it even started. The same thing happened 7 months after you met Ice, and you honestly tried to analyze this whole situation rationally. There were definitely downsides to hooking up with...? dating...? An older man. You weren't even sure what you wanted, so how the hell could you decide if you really wanted it?

But when you saw him again at the bar, you weren't conflicted. You were just straight-up angry. Because even if he didn't mean it, he did say yes. And it all went quickly downhill from there, well at least for you, because he insisted that you just had to take everything so slowly. He literally didn't allow you to kiss him for four months straight, still hoping that somehow he'll be able to change your mind about him. But you were stubborn, although it was extremely hard for you to be so close to him, without even being able to touch him the way you wanted. There was a lot of pouting, but even more talking and spending time together. Every day after work he helped you in your garden; he even fixed up a shed for you, so the door didn't require a small tank to open and close anymore.

He taught you many things and told you even more stories. Of course, he couldn't tell you every detail, but it was still nice to hear his voice, and you enjoyed simply watching him doing whatever; didn't matter if it was making pancakes, or working on his plane, as long as he was in your line of sight, you were satisfied. Not in every way, but enough. It took him a full year to realize that you weren't going anywhere. He was already practically living at your house, you put him down as one of your emergency contacts on every possible form, and your cat honestly preferred sleeping on his lap than on yours. And when it hit him, it did with full strength. You weren't even doing anything special... You were just sitting curled up in the giant armchair in his workshop, lazily sketching something in your notebook, and you were getting frustrated because you couldn't get it quite right. He didn't even tell you to come with him, you just showed up around lunch with a spare portion for him, and after you ate, you just stayed there, not even saying anything, because you didn't want to interrupt whatever he was doing. And that's what did it for him... A thing that you did dozens of times over the last year, but this time something in him clicked.

It's not like he didn't want you with every atom of his body, but Ice-cold always had full control over his basic instincts. But right then and there, he made a conscious decision to do everything in his power to make you the happiest person on earth, and that included finally giving you the relationship you deserved. He of course insisted on never being added on a deed to your house and was very adamant that you'd keep your finances separate, even though he started contributing long before that conversation. He would always push you to explore and learn things on your own and was always there to cheer on you from the first row. And if you'd one day decide that you'd be happier elsewhere, he would let you go. But he didn't have to, because you had eyes only for him...

Even now, almost 7 years after your wedding you were still getting giddy whenever he would hug you or even smiled at you, that's exactly why you found yourself in pilot gear, even though you've never held a flying stick in your hands before. His old helmet was way too big for you, and eventually, he got you another one and that one fit. Even though his stoic presence usually was enough to calm you down, this time it wasn't so easy. It's not like you were afraid of flying; you used choppers in the past to get to the desired altitudes, but this was different. This was a war machine, and you frowned because an unpleasant thought entered your mind... Was this F-22 ever used to kill anyone?

- Y/N....? - his voice pulled you from your spiral of thoughts, and you rested your gaze on his eyes. - C'mere, dove... - he repeated the request, reaching for your arm to pull you onto the wing he was currently standing on. Sure, he could have let you use a ladder, but this was much more fun. He didn't have any trouble pulling you up with one hand, and you would be lying if you said that his strength didn't turn you on, especially considering all the positions he was to hold you in for long periods of time.

- And you're sure it's safe...? - you've repeated the question you already asked at least 20 times today.

- I always managed to come back in those, so I'd say they have a pretty good record... - he said jokingly and started settling in the cabin. He did all the pre-flight checks before you joined him in the pilot seat. You checked earlier, and even with you sitting in front of him, on the same chair, there was enough space for him to reach everything he needed. Before you climbed in, he also loosened the safety belts, so you could fit in them with him, just in case. He didn't plan on doing anything crazy today, but he'd still rather be prepared for anything. - C'mere, dove... - he was done with the checks and was ready to finally take you flying his way. You settled cozily in front of him. It was a tight, but not impossible fit, and if you were being completely honest, you enjoyed having him so close to you... He reached around you and made sure that the emergency oxygen line was connected to your mask, connected your coms to his, and buckled you both in, so everything was properly secured.

- Tower, this is Iceman, how do you read? - he started following the procedures, and you patiently kept quiet, sitting between his legs. Your compact size definitely had its perks, because at first, you were afraid that he wouldn't be able to see anything if you sat in front of him in a helmet, but fortunately, that wasn't a problem.

- Iceman, Tower, loud and clear, how me? - an unfamiliar voice replied through the comms.

- Loud and clear. Take-off pre-checks complete.

- Ready engines start. Iceman, you are clear to taxi. Runway number 2. Winds 21, 0, 10. - you've felt the jet move before you actually saw it moving because Tom was driving it extremely slowly to the designated runway as if he wanted to put you in warm water, so you could get used to it before it starts boiling.

- Fuel check - good. Cabin pressure check - good. Tower this is Iceman, requesting an unrestricted climb to 500 and above.

- Iceman, the runway and skies are yours.

- Iceman ready for takeoff.

- Iceman, Tower. You are clear for takeoff. - you didn't know that, but at this moment he cut his mice on the line to the Tower.

- You ready, dove...? - he asked, and you nodded. - It's gonna be a bumpy ride for a moment, but as soon as we'll be in the air it will be much calmer... - he informed you and gave you one last hug before he actually started accelerating on the runway. You couldn't help but close your eyes. It was so loud... You felt like the engines were exploding and the nose of the jet was ripping through the fabric of air... It wasn't pleasant, to say the least, and you couldn't imagine doing anything else under those conditions. There were so many systems, and Ice knew them like the back of his hand, and wasn't even looking at the knobs he was flipping, completely relying on his muscle memory.

But you finally started climbing and you felt yourself melting into the strong body behind you. You were honestly afraid that with added pressure on his chest, he'd have trouble breathing, but he seemed to be doing more than alright.

- How are you feeling...? - he asked after finally leveling the jet at around 10k ft.

- Haven't decided yet... - you laughed because the view was amazing, and something you never got to see while wingsuit flying... - It's so loud, I didn't know it was that loud... - you were a little bit overwhelmed by engine and wind sounds and your thoughts weren't fully coherent because of it.

- To be honest, I've quickly stopped noticing it... But... - he started patting his suit, checking if he still had something in his pockets. And he did. - I have a pair of noise-canceling plugs... I usually use them when I'm near the tarmac because it's always much louder there. They're all yours... - it was hard to properly manouver them under your helmet, especially with gloves, but even though they weren't in all the way, they still were a massive help. - Better? - he asked when you'd stopped fumbling, and you nodded in response. Now his voice was also muffled, but you could still hear him.

- Are you ready for some gymnastics...? - his voice was giddy, almost as if he was a kid who got exactly what he wanted on Christmas morning and couldn't wait to share that news with his friends. You knew he wouldn't knowingly put you in any danger, so you nodded again. - Hold on tight, dove. - you didn't even know what to hold, so you grabbed his thighs at the exact moment when he did a first screwdriver. It was easy, you knew how to do those, but after that... He was maneuvering the jet in ways you didn't think possible. Dropping and ascending, swirling around imaginary targets, flying upside down... And as soon as your adrenaline kicked in, you couldn't help but laugh at every sudden change of direction. It was like riding a super advanced, super expensive rollercoaster, and you loved rollercoasters.

You weren't exactly sure how long you were in the air before he leveled the plane again.

- How about now, dove...? - you knew that he could tell by your laugh that you enjoyed it, but you were more than happy to use your words.

- It has its perks, I'm not gonna lie... - you laughed again. - I still prefer my wingsuit, because I feel like I have more control. But from now on, I won't say no to an occasional jet ride. - you smiled, even though he wasn't able to see it beaming on your face.

- Do you want to take the stick...? - he asked, and you honestly weren't sure if you heard him right.

- What?

- Do you want to take the stick...? - he repeated, apparently being serious.

- But... - you've started, but he was already moving your hands from his thighs to the stick and covering them with his own.

- I'm here, and no matter what you'll do, I'll be able to correct it at this height... So I'm gonna ask again. Do you want to take the stick...? - his voice was stoic, even if full of joy. He knew he was good and that even if you somehow managed to put the jet in a complete nosedive, he'd still be able to pull you up in time. And you knew he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your life, so you nodded. - Ok, focus only on the stick, everything else is my job, ok...? - and you nodded again. - It acts basically like a joystick in games. If you want to move left, you move it to the left... - and his hands, still holding yours in them, moved the stick to the left. - If you want to move to the right, you move to the right... - and now you were gently swaying right. - If you want to go up, you pull it toward you... And if you wanna go down, then away... - he demonstrated, and just like that, you were on your own.

Of course, you were afraid to move at first, you knew perfectly well how much one of those planes cost, and you couldn't help it.

- Don't be afraid, dove... I'm here... - he repeated, and you finally relaxed a bit, and when your grip on the stick loosened a bit, you were able to feel something more... You tried gently swaying it left and right, and it was easier to do it to the left. Not by much, but you still noticed it. Surprised by your own discovery, you tried to do the same by gently swaying up and down... And it was just a tiny bit easier to go up...

- I know you're sure that you'll be able to save us if I fuck up, but I need you to say it one more time because I feel like I'm about to do something really stupid. - this time he laughed maniacally.

- I'm confident I'll be able to save us, dove, even if you'll somehow invade another country in this jet. - he reassured you again.

- In that case, it's all on you... - you've said on the exhale and tried to feel the winds again. In your wingsuit, it was much easier. Not only because you were directly cooperating with the wind, but also because you had much, much more experience in flying that way. But even though the winds at this height were stronger, they were more or less the same, you just had to learn how to communicate with them and use them through this tin can. - Wait... How do you slow down and speed up...? - you asked when you wanted to match the speed of the winds, but you realized... you didn't know how. Ice laughed and guided your left hand to the correct lever.

- Forwards - faster, backward - slower. - he didn't have to say much, just happy to observe you trying to find a footing in his world.

- Ok... Here goes nothing... - you had to hype yourself up a little bit before you actually did any sudden turns... It took you good 20 seconds to finally gather enough courage to slow down enough to match the wind the best as you could. But as you were flying slower, it was easier to feel the direction of the wind, and you were glad for that. You exhaled quickly three times and finally started following the wind current down. It was rough and full of twists and turns, and it took you some time to get used to the controls. You saw Ice flipping some switches when he realized what you were doing, assisting you as best as he could because he never actually encountered anyone who would fly a military jet like that. You took your own technique and applied it to the 600 million-dollar machine, which was definitely... something else. You didn't have any proper training in flying, your head wasn't soaked with all the correct ways to fly a plane, so you took all your personal knowledge and applied it here.

- Whoah! - Ice was surprised by a sudden drop, because nothing that rough showed up on the wind shear detection, yet you had no issues with just... feeling it. - How did you notice that? - he asked, genuinely surprised.

- There are patterns... - you mumbled under your nose, still completely focused on the way how the stick felt in your hand. You didn't even notice when you closed your eyes a bit, so you could feel it better, and only after you've finished an unnamed maneuver, you got out of the trans you were usually in while you were flying in the wingsuit. - I mean... Wind behaves a certain way because of changes in pressure. And if you spend enough time relying on it, you kinda start seeing the patterns before you even enter the stream. I know how it sounds, trust me... I don't even know how else to explain it, because it's not something that I was taught during courses... Every instructor just said that you need to learn how to feel and hear it. And up here...? Everything is just... So... Loud... So I heard the change in the sound and followed it. - you tried to explain it as best as you could, but just... couldn't find the right words. You were sure that there was a scientific explanation for all this, but it was much easier to learn how to feel and hear it.

- Huh... - he sounded curious. - Maybe next time you'll be trying to kill yourself, squirrel, I might actually join you... - he sighed heavily, taking the stick from your hands because you were starting to get lower than he felt comfortable with; there were birds at this altitude, and he would prefer to avoid them.

- Wait... Are you serious...? - now you were the one who got excited. Usually, he let you have your own things to do. Of course, he was right there with you during your certifications and the numerous qualifications, but he never expressed interest in actually joining you up there.

- Dead serious, dove... It actually sounds interesting and I would love to learn more about wind currents firsthand. - if you weren't basically tied to a seat with him, you would have jumped from excitement, which would be a poor decision in such a tight space.

- Iceman, An Admiral, and US Pacific Fleet Commander in a squirrel suit... Can't wait to see it. - he groaned and instantly started regretting even bringing it up.

- Promise me, you won't tell anyone about this... - you couldn't help but laugh.

- I promise, I won't... - you didn't say anything about taking pictures though.

#my writing #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤

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worryingthing · 8 hours ago

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tyn 2/10

The subway was extremely messed up this morning, but because of that I was late to work (nbd, I arrive half an hour before everyone else, also I did not get this week's building code at the time, so I would have had to stand there and wait had I been on time) there was no line for a croissant from Bourke Street Bakery. They have probably the best Pain au Chocolat I've ever had (outside the ones I had in Montreal as a kid when we visited), but the regular croissant is also stellar. As a true Taurus, I can bear the miseries of overlit banal office work if I have pastry.

Because the R was running on a Saturday schedule (?????) I took the M, which means transferring at 53rd. The escalator at mid platform is broken, and I accidentally walked all the way up it last week, resulting in barely being able to breathe at the end (it's like four stories, I am old and post-covid have asthma now). So now there are hundreds of people in line for the other, working, escalator and right in between is the elevator. I have never used a subway elevator, but this is also the first time in my life experiencing a physical disability. So I squeezed into the elevator, and it was fine. I think A LOT about accessibility since joining Access Oasis, a local community garden founded by a friend that has a mission to create an accessible outdoor space. It's done wonders for me as an audhd person to find community and understanding with others who have experiences similar to my own. Also digging in dirt is just, really, really good for you! I love plants. But yes, the angriest I get is usually about how inaccessible the subway is for anyone who would require a mobility aid. It makes me so angry, and so sad, but also in the last few years both of my home stations (previously Brooklyn, now Queens) have gotten upgraded with elevators. They're in process, and it's only two sets of stairs, but it still means more life for the people who need it. Change is slow!! Every station should be ADA approved already, but it's happening.

Oh and because I took the M and transferred at 53rd, there's a corridor you pass through to get to the 6. Many days there's a man standing in there preaching about God to 100s of in transit New Yorkers who are probably, like me, thinking "fuck my life, fuck this job, fuck the MTA" while a man shouts at us to thank Jesus for our lives. BUT he was not there today, and I will take that as the win it was. Sometimes I do begrudge him that he's right I should be thankful for my life but also fuck off.

Things are really wonderful with my friendships, community, and relationship and I'm not sure I've ever experienced that or felt so at ease and comfortable. It's really wonderful.

I'm back working at the last temp gig I had. I had been looking for work the entirety of November, December, and January. It was terrible, probably the lowest I've felt since I got out of my last relationship. But now the sun is setting after 5, and being busy and tired and active is good for me. But I'm here because the person who is normally here is sick. They do not know when he's coming back, but they like me and say I do good work. I don't really want to work in an office or open/sort/send out mail for an office of 200 people. But I want a work/life balance, and I would really, really like to have health insurance. Idk, it's an upswing and I needed it and I'll take it.

PITCHERS AND CATCHERS REPORT TO SPRING TRAINING TODAY!!! T O D A Y!!! FOOTBALL IS OVER, BASEBALL IS NIGH!!!! The golden period is coming (longer light, games on most nights, listening to radio broadcasts of games, going to the Coney Island Cyclones Pride Night every summer!!) During my worst periods of deep depression/suicidal ideation I would try to keep a mental list of names to stay alive for and things to look forward to. It helps and it works, and then I started to try and think of three things I was thankful for daily and one thing I am looking forward to (usually watching movies with friends or whatever plan). Anyway I went long and it's time for lunch, and I THINK it's sunny today? Blessed.

#february #tyn #MTA

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octoagentmiles · 2 years ago

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Try list any Octo-Agents and think of an Episode you Think give them a Shining Moment

W O O F this took a while– I was thinking long and hard about this because there are SO MANY good moments and episodes 😅, and so many agents– it was difficult, but I’m happy with my answers 👀

Ranger Marsh’s Shine Episode is definitely The Monitor Lizards. I LOVE this episode, it’s one of my favourites in the whole series so far—not just because of the events in it, but as a concept. I LOVE the callback to the Great Swamp Search!! I watched the 2nd season blind, and seeing all these familiar faces was SUCH a fun surprise. It’s good for Ranger Marsh as a character, because it actually shows him doing his job as a Ranger, not as an Octo-Agent. It also reinforces the fact that he truly cares for and is friends with these creatures, even if they are invasive, and that he's willing to travel to check in on them. This is another episode that also proves (to me) that the writers know they’re dealing with an older audience for the show, and are more likely to delve into solid lore and continuity. This episode makes me really hopeful for more of that.

Natquik’s Shine Episode, WITHOUT QUESTION, is The Red Fox. Honestly I feel like I don’t need to explain why, but I will because I like talking ✨: Natquik is my favourite Octo-Agent, but overall we haven’t actually gotten that many episodes dedicated to him yet. The Red Fox gives us a close and personal look into what Natquik is like by himself (I love episodes where characters are alone 👀), how he deals with problems (by ignoring them until they get worse—which is interesting... *stares at Barnacles*...), and even hints toward his family, by showing us his family portraits, and leaving us wondering, “Where are they?” – There are so many moments I love in this episode, from when he first discovers the kits, decides to help them stay warm, rushes to protect Barnacles, to his bittersweet goodbye at the end. It’s all so perfect.

Tracker absolutely shines in The Missing Lake. Honestly, he shines a LOT in Above and Beyond, considering he never got his own episode in the main series, and was only in Operation Deep Freeze for two scenes. AnB has been really good to Tracker, and I’m so grateful they decided to make him an Agent. The Missing Lake sticks out to me the most, because for the most part he is by himself (and I’ve already mentioned my love for that <3), and unlike all his other episodes, we get to really see him be responsible and use his Polar Scout skills in action. He’s often portrayed as a follower, who just goes along with whatever he's told to do, but he takes charge twice in this episode: when he offers to help Rowan, and when he stays behind to save Buck. Love that for him.

Calico Jack. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Calico Jack....... I could talk forever about this funky old cat man. He doesn’t just shine, he GLOWS in every episode he’s in—but alas, for the sake of this post I will be focusing on The Harlequin Duck. I love the showing of his gentle parental instincts in this episode, and his singing; since we know he canonically has a theme song, that I headcanon he wrote himself. I think far too much, and often, about how he legit panicked when he realized the egg was missing. How his first instinct was to hide that fact from Captain Barnacles. He was terrified, having a full blown panic attack on screen. He apologizes to the mother duck with such genuine solace, and promises to get it back “On [his] honour as a pirate!” ...Which is extremely significant to me, considering Kwazii was the first character to EVER say the phrase: “On me honour as an Octonaut!” in The Flying Fish after Inkling’s book was lost – and of course as a final touch, I adore seeing him work with Pete to get the egg back. The way he tosses the egg in the air, fully trusting that Pete will catch it... they’re so in sync, just as pirate and parrot are meant to be ;)

Paani... I feel like there’s so much more to him than what we’ve seen so far, it almost feels unfair to assign him a “Shine Episode”. So, instead of highlighting a single episode, I’ll quickly talk about three that stick out (PS: you might sense a theme 🤣):

The Barnacle Geese - Uncle Paani. I like the “I’ll be my own uncle” joke, and the Edgar Allen Poe reference. I think Paani’s determination to help the chick (who doesn’t seem to want help) is nice to watch, and helps to prove his worthiness as an Agent—which is always fun considering his hesitance when Barnacles tried to recruit him in S1E1. In a way, this episode also makes Paani seem more like Barnacles. See my old post analyzing the show’s intro. (*Stares at the episode title* 👁️👁️)

The Arabian Camels - Take a shot of cocoa every time I mention my love for episodes where characters are forced to be by themselves. This one is especially interesting to me though, because we know that Paani was alone, for a very long time, before he met the Octonauts. He has no trouble working and getting by alone, and we get to see him exhibiting that, while being out of his element (a dry desert) at the same time; and that’s really cool.

The Lonely Frog - ...Y’know how they constantly make the Octonauts/Agents meet creatures with similar issues to them? Yeah. *Stares at the episode title.* *Stares at the end scene where he says “Kinda like when I met you guys!” before obnoxiously jumping into the lake, in response to Shellington+Peso saying “They never even knew each other existed before! [...] and now it’s like they’ve known each other all their lives!”* *STARES MORE AT THE EPISODE TITLE,,* *wonders how long Paani was actually alone before becoming an Agent...*

Pinto, where art thou? He wasn’t in S2 at all, which was a bit disappointing since we just saw him get an Octowatch in S1. I would’ve expected him to be pressing that button every chance he got, giving us a “Penguin who cried Octoalert” episode. But anyway,, The Curious Penguin is the PERFECT episode for Pinto. It shows his personality really well, and I love how his distractions and the things he learns and discovers help him to save the day in the end. I think Pinto (just like Kwazii) is a good portrayal of ADHD, and how he just needs to be in the right environment to succeed. Each time Pinto messes up or loses focus, isn’t because he was left alone and couldn’t be trusted—it’s because he was left alone and understimulated. So when he’s thrown into a sudden high-stakes situation, all of his focus hones in on the moment, and he’s able to save Dashi and Paani by himself.

AND, because you didn’t say it had to be an Above and Beyond moment, I want to throw some love at The Oarfish episode from the main series. In this episode, Pinto no longer views Peso as “less” than an Octonaut, and is so excited to watch him do his job—it’s really cute!! His impulsivity is once again a positive thing—granted, it seems to annoy Peso a little, but when you think about it he kinda saved the day by being impulsive. He sounded the Octoalert without permission, which let the captain know to come back before their radio signal cut out, and by being unafraid of the “monster” and swimming outside, he was able to discover what the problem was so that Peso could help. He did good.

Pearl.... I love Pearl a lot, but I can’t think of one specific episode that comes to mind for her. I love The Pupfish because it introduces Peri to AnB, and I love how he teaches her how to tie a knot, so she can save the algae (and Glen). I like The Bison episode because it’s interesting watching her not doing something with algae for once, and The Pink Glacier because her and Kwazii’s dynamic was something I didn’t know I needed, but now I want more of (/p).

Ryla. Possibly controversial opinion: I liked Ryla in The Caves of Sac Actun, more than I like her now in Above and Beyond. I know she’s only gotten 3 episodes so far, but she’s really missing something. Sac Actun gave us lore on her right off the bat: she’s old friends with Dashi, she’s a skilled cave explorer, she’s spunky, she’s purple. AnB hasn’t given us much yet. So far her only shtick is caves, and that’s getting a bit repetitive. Consider every moment she has in Sac Actun as her “Shining Moment”, because honestly that whole movie is a 10/10.

Koshi,,,, she hasn't gotten that much yet, but I'm gonna say The Longfin Eels is her Shine Episode. I like the way she narrates the whole episode, because it's very in-character. Plus we know she’s literally writing about this adventure in her diary as she's telling it, as if it were a mystery book. She reminds me of narrators from 1920s film noirs, and that’s cool. Also! Honorary mention of the scene when she gets her Octowatch: I loved that for her <3

Min is below the cut, because my answer for her includes some very heavy SEASON 5 SPOILERS, including SCREENSHOTS:

All of Min's appearances so far are dear to my heart. However, my favourite has to be her own introductory episode: The Giant Chinese Salamander.

The Rainforest Rescue is another amazing episode for Min—she’s a wonderful character on her own, of course—but I think we can all agree that she and Inkling are very adorable together (no matter how you interpret their relationship).

When Above and Beyond aired on Netflix, there was a lot of confusion around Min, from the younger audience and other fans who hadn’t seen S5. The Giant Chinese Salamander introduces Min with a 20-minute special; showing her in high-stakes action with Kwazii, bonding with the Octonauts, being an all-around Cool Person™, and a flashback of how she met Inkling when they were younger.

She saved his life. He was thrown far inland by a rough storm, and was trapped until she found him. I honestly headcanon that Min partially (if not outright) inspired Inkling to form the Octonauts, and this moment could have literally sealed the fate of EVERYTHING we know.

But! Until S5 comes out, that's all I've got to say~ 👋💝

#i wanted to include screenshots for everyone's answers but there wasn't enough room and this post is big enough as it is 😅#so instead y'all get an essay jdhdjdks <33 #octonauts above and beyond #octo-agents #about time i start using that tag lol #octonauts #am i going to one day make a giant analysis on cj in anb?? honestly maybe. there's so much there to talk about- i'm obsessed with him lmao #but it prbly won't be for a while #also. a message from future me when s3 is out: ''the natquik and tracker episode is amazing and a huge shine moment for both of them <3''#/hj #fun fact i started writing this post in an openoffice document xD i was comparing all the eps to try to figure out the best ones #long post #all paani's eps are s2 eps bc i rly wasn't sure how i felt about him in s1. but s2 solidified my love for him <3 #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i think a barnacles and pinto episode would be really good. thats all #the curious penguin is also a good episode for teaching kids that it's okay and good to be curious and ask questions!! love that about it!#kwazii is peak adult adhd rep and pinto is peak child adhd rep. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. /srs #hhhhgggggnn i love the cats so much. if we ever get more baby kwazii content you'll never stop hearing about it from me #please enjoy this post. i worked Really Hard on it /gen 💞🥹#this post has been in my drafts for 50 years goodness gracious. take it away from me 🤣#bonus answer for paani: i really like the secret beneath the snow--#specifically the scene where he puts himself in front of gus to protect him from ''wolves''#like. yo. /pos #it felt like something barnacles would've done yk? and that's fun :))#i love min. i started writing this post before s5's english release got announced and i was talking about how i wanted anb #to give us more min and inkling content so we didn't have to wait 74363832 years to learn more about them xD #but now I'm SO EXCITEDDDD #. so excited for You Guys to watch S5 #bc I've seen it already and have been living in a constant state of restraining myself from giving spoilers–#cough.#TAG LIMIT REACHED HDHDBSBSJWBSUDBSJSJDHSH

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one-winged-dreams · 2 years ago

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Listen, I have next to no other moots who like the older Fallout games and I am nothing if not an enabler. The Man, I Think He Knows, and ME! for Goris.

You are like THE ye olde rpg mutual, so I am not at all shocked lmao

BUT I -AM- GRATEFUL SO -rubs my gay little hands together-

What strengthens your f/o in your opinion? What do they believe strengthens you?

I think he really just runs on pure sheer will to understand. Considering the circumstances, he's super fucking brash being a deathclaw that wants to immerse himself in human society, even if not just on a scholarly level.

-I- may not feel like it sometimes but in my quest to carve my own way, nothing has stopped me thus far, so in his opinion (which he often likes to make known) I've gotten this far, I'm not the type of person to just waste all of that by giving up or dying.

List all of the things about your f/o that make you fall in love with them a little more each time!

It's been a progression of returning to him with a little more affection each time because Fallout is always one of those core interests of mine. I'm a monster fucker by nature so of course the talking deathclaw is going to appeal to me. His being a scholar and wanting to learn more about humans fucking GETS ME every time because that's one of my favorite tropes ever. Like he just wants to LEARN, yo, but he's a big scary monster so he just has such a hard time about it.

What do you love the most about your f/o? What do they love the most about you?

He honest to god is just so fucking adorable, and -I- think he's super handsome. A deathclaw scholar, how fucking cute is that? I love me a well-read monster man.

He loves my free spirit and actually is secretly really enamored with the whole traveling gunslinger thing. But he'd never say that out loud.

#answers #cr: goris #mihari!

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marshmallowloves · 1 year ago

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I KNOW you're in tht pkmn mood so give us 🎧, 💿, 🎼, and 🕺 with any of ur pkmn faves and ur si :3c

asfkdjdfh you clocked me… that's pretty much all I've been doing lately >u>

honestly I kinda wanna do these with both Maxie and Arven because I got brainrot on both fronts kdjfg

(also I am SO sorry I answered this so ungodly late. I kind of realized, uh, wow. I know so few songs about faves… holy heck this was. kind of hard actually so it took me a long ass time kdjfhg also I just. really suck at communication sometimes i'm sorry ;_;)

🎧 - Your f/o just found your music player! What song do they find playing on it?

ARVEN: probably one of the tracks from Sinnoh - either the lake theme, Canalave City (or the night version), Eterna Forest or the Pokémon Center (night). When he sees it, he figures Cici probably misses home a lot. Don't mind him as he nonchalantly scours every recipe book in the school library for Old Gateau…

MAXIE: Uh. this one is kind of…inexplicable. Maxie also has a hard time wrapping his head around his Admin's taste in music. He was so certain he'd find soft piano pieces, or that sparkly-sounding j-pop that's certainly an anime OP/ED. What is this vulgarity, and what are these images of his Admin that flash in his brain during the chorus for some reason. why the FUCK is he confined behind his desk right now. He will absolutely blame Team Aqua (and specifically, the friend she has over there) for tainting his proper and civilized Admin with their filth. after he. takes care of this thing.

💿 - give us a song that fits your f/o's vibe!

ARVEN: I know you mean like his whole vibe, like his character, but for some reason all I can think of is this when he's talking about Cici dkjfhg

Okay but answering seriously (cause I thought of it just now) - for some reason I really feel like Apt. 102 fits. It sounds cozy and casual and…domestic…?? Like two people hanging out in a living space and doing chores or cooking together or something... u//v//u

MAXIE: See I WANT to say Bionic Man because it's one of the only lyrical songs I can think of for a calculated man (even if it is kind of weird)…but that's…probably more fitting for a different f/o honestly. (cough N. Ginsdjf no go away this is a pokemon post)

Okay tbh I've been racking my brain forever for this and all I can think of is THIS which…is a little weird considering it's literally the theme (in name, at least) for ANOTHER F/O… but it's all I can come up with atm i'm sorry dfgh. But I think it fits the vibe tbh, it's got the imposing strings, the tiny beat and synth beeps, and the little bells give kind of an air of superiority and…maybe smugness?? Like he's about to verbally decimate the fuck out of you dskjfg

🎼 - give us a song that matches your s/i's vibe!

I am not gonna lie to you I am having the hardest time with this one. Both of my S/Is are pretty much exactly the same with the only difference being who they fall for. It'd probably be easier if she had like…a THEME about her personality or design or whatever, but she's pretty much just "me, but with Pokemon" and as a regular-ass human being I am. very multifaceted and can't pinpoint anything dkjfg

SO! I think I will instead just…repeat the answer to a previous question and say Canalave City (her hometown) or the Lake theme (for the fact that her love of mythicals originated in Sinnoh). And possibly Snowpoint City (I was hesitant to list that one bc as much as she loves Ice-types, she doesn't have any on her team, but...come on. It wouldn't be Cici without snow somewhere dkfjg)

🕺 - what song would you and your f/o dance to?

ARVEN: <<< SPOILERS FOR THE SV DLC (sorry I can't like, put a filter over text so this is the best I can do dkjfg>>> if I'm being perfectly honest. he probably would denounce any and all dancing for a while after the whole mochi debacle cause he was so mortified of how he acted sdkjfg. If he was somehow persuaded to dance it would be completely impromptu (as in, he probably doesn't actively participate and it's mostly just me swinging him around djgf) and to something lively like this or this.

MAXIE: Something like this - classical, a refined vibe, and something where he wouldn't have to do any rigorous movement OR a waltz-sounding song like this (could only find it on soundcloud dkjfg). Maxie is really not a dancing man - he has an image to uphold, after all! (admittedly it's a pretentious one DFJKDG) But…if he WERE to ever dance with his Admin, it would certainly be behind closed doors, and only to remind her that he's not all stuffy and serious all the time - see, look, he's perfectly capable of having """fun.""" And if anyone caught him, they would probably be fired immediately.

Either that, or like…the fuckin. safety dance or something. idfk honestly. for the memes ig (and cause he's old KJDFHG)

#AGAIN I'M SORRY THIS WAS LATE 😭#it really made me think though! which was exactly what I said when I reblogged your post...I think dkfjhg #Maxie #Arven #ToastedMarshmallowShipping #FluffernutterShipping #ask game

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princelythirsts · 1 year ago

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misc selfship updates

I’m treating selfship as a hobby / fandom kinda thing and trying to engage more in making stuff for my ships

- I kinda updated my f/o list in my main post but aaaa my feelings on characters mean making an f/o list is kinda futile unless I have very specific ones

like I’m usually thinking of one main ship and like two others at a time, with other characters I like to revisit once in a while

and other characters still that I have a great fondness for even if I’m less fixated on them. like I’m not super into the penguin right now but I love seeing fanart and love when people give me things related to him.

- I would say Phemie/Charles has been my main since like June but I develop plots with new characters I like and revisit old ones I like too.

I tend to gatekeep when it comes to considering a character an f/o or not bc I get pretty intense about some. Like with my mains I usually have ideas for them every day even if I don’t write them down, daydream a lot, will accidentally imagine and “hear” their voice when I’m reading (if they have one), have ideas for analysis, etc.

I don’t have the same amount of ideas/energy spent on other characters so I tend to doubt myself, even if I clearly ship with them

- creations wise I have been drawing more of my f/o’s like Coyle, Omni Man, Eddie, Gooseberry etc. I started drawing a me x Candyman piece, but I’m kinda hesitating out of fear of messing up. I also drew Phemie but I’m weirdly hesitant to post art still. I will say I used a ref of myself for Phemie and I joked that he looks like an Asian Bobby Hill and can’t unsee it

- tonight I put together an ita bag spread with Leatherface (larger than before) and an outfit with a new sweater I got with his face!

- I am experimenting with other f/os: Duff from Dave the Diver who I gained from playing the game just now

+ Plastic from Mirror’s Edge Catalyst who I’m revisiting since I had a crush on her when I first played the game in 2016

+ Omni Man who I have a super melodramatic idea for an incest ship with.

#thirsty ramblings

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looking back on this. i let the demons win so imma let them win again. my pretty bpd wife who has the most gorgeous design known to man. i adore her with a passion and i just love how she looks here. esp with how the colors are and how they contrast with and agianst her... pwetty.

HIS BIG OLD EYES. hes genuinely one of the prettiest ovw heroes ive ever seen. i just wanna sit down with him and listen to him talk for hours about everything he holds dear to his heart. :(( hes just so sweet

men who look pathetic are the greatest thing ever. like the way looks up at the player. like what are you looking at me for? to save you. nah take your ass to jail but dw. ill come visit.

stop giving attitude and SMILE. but i love how sassy he looks like right here. it makes him look so adorkable and wanna squish his cheeks and give him a thousand kisses.

to be quite honest. he barely has any good screenshots. so imma be real here. just take this. hes hot af though. so like i wanna use a hammer and bang his head to see what would happen.

her smile here while she holds up alphys.. sniffles and vomits all over the fucking place.. like i just adore how genuinely cute it is.

he looks at me like this like he wanna get freaky. to be quite honest id be dow- sorry.

i love motherfuckers with attitude. its not even that serious but i love how she just sits here while these little shits just start playing with her hair. plus her hair is #THICK. so imagining myself getting to play with her hair without it falling apart is great.

fuck you mario.

THIS IS A DAMN YOUTUBE THUMBNAIL BUT I AM LEGIT IN THE TRENCHES!! but he actually looks so handsome here. like woah why the game models kinda good? like lemme lock back in and finish that fic i was writing.........

(DONT TWEAK DONT TWEAK DONT TWEAK DONT TWEAK) i cannot put it into words how badly i would hug him. but i FOR SURE NEED TO LOCK IN AND FINISH THAT FIC I WAS GOING TO WRITE.

THE LAST 4 THESE FUCK ASS CLOTHES!!

tanjiro let that bird go. he needs to fly to ME. but erm. i love how he looks he. hes so scary in a sense but scary in a hot kinda way. do you get me? yes you do.

close up on a pretty boy's face? yup. im a big fan of that. i fuckin love how their hair and eyelashes are here. like GRAAHHH I LOVE MEN WITH LONG HAIR AND EYELASHES...

why did they make him genuinely so pretty here. his neck is in dnager?!? same thing as before. i love men with long eyelashes and hair.

i mean this from the bottom of my heart when i say this. if this man looked at me and started to yell at me im hitting him with the "SIR YES SIR!" im not saying it because i am scared. i am saying this because i am a simp. (plus karaku here? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEESH.......)

AND THATS EVERY SINGLE F/O ON THE LIST. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TWO PARTER.

eyeballs emoji for um EVERYONEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nat.

well. i guess this is gonna be a TWO PARTER THAT ILL HAVE TO RB TO SPLIT UP!!

i love fanservice. genuinely but only if its a man who is old. LIKE GENUINELY WHAT IS THE POINT OF HIM BEING SHIRTLESS? (its for me)

guys dont judge me for being insane. but the game literally rewired my brain and the way he looks here. well okay. shut up. maybe im the problem. but like hes so scrunkly. cute. i want him. here

nao better then me. i would have pulled down his pants and showed him a real your turn to sh- sorry.

the way he looks here is just genuinely so pretty. like i wanna kiss him so BADDDD I HATEE HIM SO MUCCHHH. LIKE THE LOOK OF SURPRISE. THE WAY THE LIGHT SHINES ON HIS FACE. i wish i was immune to men with pretty lashes.

oomfie you know i dont have much to work here. but do you remember when i was in call watching this scene and it made me look gay as fuck? this is why this screenshot is here. reminds me just of that.

dont look at me. i dont. i dont know what to say. like i hate how stupid his grin is like hes so smug about it to. like do you have any common decency. aieeeee

BYE THIS IS SO FUNNY. strangely enough he does not make me wanna kick him like a puppy. i think he genuinely looks very sweet here and i like to drink tea with him and smile :)

this post is getting so long. but know that when i saw THIS i knew that was bae. this was pookie and she was going to stick around for a LONG LONG TIME (shes still holding on STRONG) god i love how he hair makes it looks like tails. the way she holds herself. everything about it. A MOTHERS SLAY!!!!!

tweaks. you just had to be here. when i see this. its like the angels above came down above to tell me that i deserve nothing but joy and happiness LIKE WIFEY WANTED TO SEE ME AND WAVE AT ME!!!!!! i lauve u princess i lauveeee u. shes so cute here. i wanna twirl my fingers in her hair and giggle and laugh with her. and then she picks me up and (woah lets pump the breaks there)

you IDIOT FOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE GOING TO FALL IN THE WATER. but youre so cute about it like what you trying to impress me or smth <3 cause its working. like eek a boat ride with him could save my life. his little quote that comes after it. like he knows what hes doing and he knows its working.

i say this from the bottom of my heart. if they gave him top surgery scars here and confirmed him to be trans. he'd be top there. something about him is so f/o core and gender at the same time. like hes so cute. plus he looks like kaira. which makes him a bit hotter.

this is where the clones would go but theres four of them SO WE'LL ADD THEM AT PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i know i posted this already but dear lord this is literally rotting my brain in real time. i unironically need him.

the pose here is just funny. like let it go old man. youre no longer hip with the kids. (but i love how smug he looks here like what the fuck is wrong with you <3 youre about to LOSE)

NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT this blog is for EVERYOEN (18 and up only) but i am FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!

the little wave here is really cute.. eek. ignore the blood and the knife. but it makes him so playful and funny. like can we frolic in the fields my love

Bro TAG ME IN!!!!!! TAG ME IN!!!!!!!!!! when i was born i did not ever think i would ever wish i was a key. and yet HERE THE FUCK WE ARE!! she looks so cute here and its so weird. i love her tired little eyes and fucked up smile.

i think im at a point where i just am tweaking but idk hes kinda hot. like do you guys see what i see? no? can you lie and agree with me anyway?

THIS LONG ASS POST........ IS ABOUT TO GET LONGER IN PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON OOMFIES!!!!!!!!!!

#.nat

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crazyunsexycool · 3 years ago

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The Sun, The Moon & The Stars

Chapter 1: The Sun

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson,

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: physical assault on reader, masturbation (f rec), a bit of a slow burn. If you feel like I forgot something please let me know.

Minors DNI

Please don’t copy, rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my works in any capacity even with credit.

A/N: This is my first time writing A/B/O Please be kind. I've read a few different versions of A/B/O and I'm making a few changes that I think will suit this story. As those changes become relevant I'll let you know!

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It was a shame you had to work today since it was such a beautiful day. The sunlight filtered in through the windows as a reminder that you would be out of work late and wouldn’t get to enjoy the warmth of the day. The afternoon was passing so slowly and the community center was almost empty. There was no task that required immediate attention. A reprieve from the madness that seemed to buzz throughout the halls constantly. You knew it would all change once summer vacation started for the kids in school and the center had more activities to offer.

The slow afternoon was the perfect time to update the bulletin board with new announcements, ads and class schedules that had been sent into the center. You grabbed the phone, a notepad and a pen and placed it on top of the counter that connects to your desk so you could grab it without having to rush around. You take the stack of flyers that you’ll be pinning on the board across your desk and place it on one of the chairs that is under the board itself, along with the small trash bin to throw away the old ones. You start to review the papers on the board removing any that aren’t relevant anymore.

You’ve been able to work on about a third of the board. Replacing the old flyers with new one. Stopping every so often when the phone rings and you answer questions, redirect a call or book one of the activity rooms. It helped to keep you distracted but it still felt like your work day would never end. You’re so wrapped up in reading through some flyers you find interesting that you don’t hear the footsteps behind you. It’s not until the scent hits you, one that twists your stomach into knots and makes you nauseous, that you turn around.

Fuck.

A smirk displayed on his face as he got closer. He takes his time looking you up and down, undressing you with his dark brown eyes. His black hair is short and styled back away from his slim face. He stands with his shoulders squared and proud puffing out his chest. This is almost like a courting ritual you see animals doing in documentaries except you’ve rejected this man multiple times, he just doesn’t want to take no for an answer. He’s tall, strong and confident. He’s dressed in his usual black button up shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. He has a thick gold chain around his neck and a few rings on his fingers. He’s pure alpha bundled up in an asshole packaging.

“Hello Y/N, you look absolutely delectable.”

You grimace as you round your desk trying to keep some distance between you two. You sit at your chair and move the mouse of your computer, trying to act busy.

“Mr. Romano, how can I help you today? Did you want to book one of the activity rooms?” You look up at him and mentally cross your fingers that he won’t give you a hard time today.

“Please call me Luca, how many times will I have to ask?” He leans against the counter, arms laying flat but crossed in front of him.

“Well Mr. Romano I am at work and I don’t think it would be very professional on my part to call you by your first name. So what can I do for you?”

“You can go out with me tomorrow. You can call me Luca then, and if you’re lucky I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the night eh. What do you say?” He winks at you as his scent gets stronger, to say you found his scent revolting was an understatement. It put you off the first time you met him and to this day you try not to gag. This has become his weekly ritual. Every Friday like clockwork he shows up to ask you out and no matter how many times you say no he is here the next week. Thinking that if he is persistent you’ll crack and say yes.

“You’re disgusting, I’ve told you multiple times that I’m not interested and I’m going to ask you to leave or I’ll call security to escort you out.” You scrunch up your face as his scent continues its assault.

“Come on omega just go out once, I know you’re going to love my knot.” He smirks.

You grab the phone and start dialing the extension for the security desk. As you bring the phone to your ear Luca grabs your wrist and yanks you out of the chair towards him. The desk digging into your hip makes you wince.

“Hang up, now!” His voice is low and harsh. It’s an alpha command and it sends a slight shiver down your spine but it doesn’t affect you the way he thinks it should. You grab the phone’s receiver with your free hand and place it to your ear.

“Jonah,” you pause listening to the man on the other end “yeah I do need you up here. Bring back up, it's Luca Romano again.” You say as you keep eye contact with Luca and then hang up.

“Let go of my fucking wrist.” You snap as you try to pull yourself away from him. The struggle only makes him hold on tighter as he twists your arm. His hold on your wrist is like a vice grip and you cry out in pain as you feel a pop. He tries to walk around the desk but if he takes a step in one direction you move the opposite way, an angry alpha is something you don’t want to deal with alone and you try to keep the desk between both of you. The sound of heavy footsteps bounces off the walls of the hallway, the two security guards approach quickly and Luca is ripped away from you. You’re quick to cradle your injured wrist with your other hand.

“Hey are you ok?” Jonah asks as he makes his way toward you. He gently takes your hand and inspects your wrist but the subtle movement makes you yelp in pain. “You’re gonna have to go to the emergency room for this Y/N. Hopefully it’s just sprained. Let us take care of this piece of shit and I’ll go with you.” He says as he grabs the phone to call the cops. As Richard, the other security guard, pulls Luca up from the floor.

“Can’t even take an alpha command. What happened omega, did someone break you?” He puts up a fight and throws curses at you as he gets dragged back down the hallway by Richard. Being called broken hurts, it’s not like it’s your fault that you aren’t an omega.

“It’s ok I can go by myself Jonah, you’ll have to wait for the cops here and there’ll be paperwork to fill out. You’ve already done more than enough for me.”

“I’m going with you and that’s final. Let’s just wait until the cops get here.” He says gently as he places a hand on your shoulder to reassure you. “Are you going to press charges? This is the first time he gets physical with you, we don’t want him coming back.” You simply nod, you don’t want to see that alpha around you again.

“Atta girl.”

You’ve been working at the center for two years already and although it’s not always easy you love your job. On your very first day you brought in some homemade pastries and that’s how you became fast friends with the two security guards. They managed to eat half of the baked goods you’d brought in by mid-morning and when they were cut off by the rest of the staff they came to find the new girl asking if you would bring those sweet treats on a regular basis. Although you did it as a way to introduce yourself, you couldn’t deny the two alphas. It’s one of your favorite memories of the place, seeing two huge alphas ask for more sweets like if they were pups asking for a toy at a store. You of course agreed, how could you deny them? In exchange they offered extra protection which at the time made you laugh. Since day one you’ve both kept up your end of the deal, you make a mental note to bring in something extra special as a thank you.

“They’re ready for your statement.” Jonah says pulling you out of your thoughts.

You sit with one of the cops and give them all the information they need. You explain that Luca had been asking you out for almost two years and you’ve always refused and that this was the first time he got physical. The ache in your wrist seems to worsen as you try to finish as fast as possible. The cop takes the rest of your information and gets up to leave, exchanging a few last words with Jonah.

“Ok sweets, let’s go.” You smile at your nickname, it’s what they dubbed you after making your deal. “Richard already called Mr. Burke to inform him of what happened so expect a call soon.” He makes his way back around your desk to grab your purse and your keys to lock up your drawers. You look up at him confused when you see him grab the jacket you keep at the center since they manage to keep the building cold at all times.

“You’ll be cold at the hospital.” He shrugs as he escorts you out of the building and toward the hospital.

If Sam, Steve and Bucky had to choose they would say this was the difficult part of being an avenger. They can handle hand to hand combat, guns being fired at them and even explosives but this is hard.

There is another click of the camera, some more smiling, and one more deep breath as they make their way through the children’s ward of the hospital. This is the one place they feel like they can’t do anything to help, so instead they do what they can. They answer the questions kids have and tell them stories, the three alphas did anything they could to see some smiles.

“This never gets easier does it?” Sam asks as they head to the elevator.

“Not really, but seeing some smiles is always good.” Steve replies as he wraps an arm around Sam’s shoulder and places a kiss on his temple as they wait for the elevator to descend. Although the three men have mated and bonded with each other, they keep their public displays of affection to a minimum. Both Steve and Bucky can feel Sam’s emotions through their bond so it’s natural for them to try to comfort him. It especially hits close to home for Sam, he can’t help but think of his nephews being in a hospital and feeling helpless to make them better.

“How about we go back to the tower, change and go to that bar you like?” Bucky asks as he leans against the wall of the elevator.

“Yeah, I could use a drink or two.”

“Ok, to the bar it is. We don’t have any meetings or training early tomorrow so we can get wasted.”

“We, Steve? Sounds like too many people. Me, I will get drunk tonight. No you’ll get me drunk and then the two of you will still get handsy.”

“Can you blame us?” Bucky whispers in Sam’s ear just before the doors open granting them access to the main floor. Sam laughs at that.

“Yes I can and I will. I’ll be the one dealing with the hangover.”

They make their way to the hospital administrator that had welcomed them to say their final goodbyes. As they cross the hall another alpha rushes by almost knocking Bucky down. That has him on edge immediately and he turns in the direction the alpha went but a hand on his chest stops him.

“Woah calm down Buck. I’ll deal with it.” Sam says. The scent was strong and slightly acidic Sam knew something was wrong.

He makes his way down the hallway following the scent until he gets outside. He looks around the area trying to find who he was looking for. He turns the corner and runs right into the alpha. He was bent over with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. Sam could smell the distress rolling off the alpha in waves and he knew the man in front of him was on the verge of a panic attack, which could cause him to go feral. The Alpha growls as he sees Sam. He lowers himself so that the man in front of him can see him and he keeps his hands up to show he isn’t a threat.

“Take a deep breath for me, in through your nose, out through your mouth.” He gives his instruction in a calming low voice. “That’s it, just breathe.” Sam keeps talking, keeping him distracted. After a few minutes his breathing was back to normal and he was able to stand up.

“Thanks man, I don’t know if I would have gotten through that one.” He stretched out a hand. “Name’s Jonah.”

“Sam, I’m just glad I could help. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I brought a friend into the emergency room and they rushed someone by us that had been in an accident. I guess seeing them laying there with blood all over triggered this.” He motions to himself.

“Vet?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I did three tours. I’ve been out for a while now.”

“You know I have some friends that work with vets that are discharged. How about I bring you some information?” Sam offers, his instinct to help other veterans is always strong.

“No, I'm good. I should get back to my friend but thank you for your help.”

“Yeah no problem man. Take care of yourself.” Sam says as he shakes Jonah’s hand. Each man going their separate way.

You can’t help but wonder where it went wrong, today was supposed to be an easy day, then you were supposed to go home and enjoy a glass or two of wine, some food and a good movie.

As expected you spent some hours in the ER waiting room. Jonah had rushed out after someone was rushed in from a bad car accident but you weren’t unable to follow. You did the next best thing which was to have a water bottle from the vending machine ready when he came back. It didn’t happen often at work but you were aware of his panic attacks. It did surprise you to see him back so soon. His scent still weighed down with the emotional exhaustion of a panic attack. You offer him the water bottle which he takes as he gives you a small smile. You insisted he go home but he sits by you and you lay your head on his shoulder already tired by the events of the day.

A torn ligament in your wrist the Dr. had suspected. After a physical exam and then a confirmation through an MRI he was proven right. Fortunately all you really needed was a wrist splint and something for the pain. With a follow up in a few weeks and you should be fine. Before he left he assured you the scent gland in your wrist was unharmed and that you would be ok if you followed his instructions. Jonah being the protective person he is, listened to everything the Dr. said in part it was to put it in his report for work and the other reason was to make sure you followed through. He took you home and made sure you were comfortable, he left for about half an hour and came back with the filled prescriptions and your favorite take out.

“You call me if you need anything ok?” he says as he heads towards your door.

“I will, thank you for everything Jonah.” You smile at him. If you could have a mate you would have been happy with someone like Jonah, he was always so attentive and easy to be around.

“Ok sweets, get some rest.” he smiles and heads out.

You spend your Saturday trying to do some cleaning and laundry but with your wrist in a splint it’s a bit difficult, luckily your dominant hand was unharmed which was the only good you found in the situation. After a while of trying to fold some clothes you give up and sit on your couch with the idea of trying again on Sunday. The next day doesn’t go any better in terms of getting anything done. It was difficult to sleep and not cause yourself more pain. The only thing you manage to do is bake some treats for the boys. So you get everything you’ll need for the next day and set the alarm up slightly earlier than normal, giving yourself extra time to get ready.

Monday morning at work is going better than you thought. You did have some emails to catch up on and some phone calls to return and you thanked your lucky star that nothing serious had come up. Your favorite security guards came by constantly to check on you and do any of the physical tasks that you can’t complete and maybe to take another piece of the cookie bars you brought for them.

You had just returned from lunch and were placing your purse in the cubby you had behind your desk when you were hit with an intoxicating scent. The scent pulled you in and gave you a sense of comfort. The notes of sandalwood, warm spices and citrus reminded you of being out in the sun. When you finally saw the alpha responsible, you had butterflies in your stomach. Warm, inviting brown eyes and a bright smile, he was the embodiment of sunshine. You couldn’t help but return his smile as he came up to your desk.

He was an Alpha and you didn’t need his scent to confirm it. In your personal experience most alphas tend to impose their designation on everyone in their vicinity. Being around alphas could be stressful and dangerous. Everyone knew they could be protective and loyal but no one ever spoke of the negative qualities like how they could be possessive, controlling and violent or how they thought that their designation was a free pass to do as they pleased. The exception to these negative qualities were your 2 alpha friends Jonah and Richard and apparently the alpha in front of you. He wasn’t domineering, his body language was relaxed but confident and fuck was he handsome. He was tall and a wall of pure muscles, you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to be wrapped up in his arms. You know you would be safe and protected.The more you looked at him the more he seemed familiar but you couldn’t really place him.

“Hi I’m Sam, I'm looking for Jonah.” He says as he stretches his hand out, that smile still on his lips. As you put your hand in his, there was an awakening within you. The darkness that had overflowed your hindbrain lit up with the spark you felt as you shook his hand. Like the first firework to light up a hot summer night sky. You blinked a few times at this new sensation. As he let go of your hand his fingers brushed over your wrist causing that spark to travel down your body and settle low in your belly, warm, tingling and new. You managed to clear your throat before speaking.

“Hi I’m Y/N, let me call him down for you.” You grab your phone and dial the extension for the security office. He observed you for just a moment.

“Hey Jonah, I have Sam here looking for you.” You say into the phone while looking at Sam’s back. He had turned to look at the bulletin board and then typing away on his phone. “Sure no problem.”

“He’ll be down in just a moment.”

“Thank you.” Sam replies as he turns to look at you. He makes his way back to you and stands in front of the counter, his eyes never leaving yours and you feel drawn to him in a way you’ve never felt with anyone before. It seems like the feeling is mutual as he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. It’s not intimidating and you aren’t afraid of being alone with Sam.

“Would you like a cookie bar?” You blurt out trying to fill the silence.

“A cookie bar?” He asks with a raised brow. He watches as you move around and bring out a tupperware container and a napkin.

“Not just a cookie bar, a 7-layer magic cookie bar.” You say as you put the container and napkins in front of him. You smile, hoping the alpha before you likes the dessert. Which is weird because you’ve never cared for the approval of an alpha before.

“Well how can I say no to you and magic cookies?” He chuckles as he grabs one and takes a bite. His eyes close for a moment as he lets out a pleased hum.

“This,” he says as he holds up the sweet treat. “Is the best cookie bar I’ve ever had. Did you make this?” You nod in response.

“I bet you say that about all cookies.” You reply, your smile matching his. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods and waits for you to speak. Finishing off the last piece of the cookie.

“Have we met before? I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

“No we haven’t, I know for a fact I’d remember you.” He winks, making you blush. He grabs his phone when it goes off again and you can’t help but notice the smile he has as he looks at his phone.

Jonah’s voice breaks your train of thought. You watch both men greet each other before Sam explains that he read the center’s name on Jonah’s uniform. Jonah turns to look at you, well not at you but the container on the counter and you can see how excited he was for another piece.

“Did you even eat lunch yet? This is like your fourth piece.”

“Yes I already ate, sweets. Would you like one Sam?” Jonah asks.

“I already had one.” Sam says his eyes moving from Jonah to you. Like he was trying to assess the relationship between the two of you.

“Actually, I just came to drop these off for you man.” He says as he pulls out some brochures and business cards from his jacket pocket. “I know you said you were fine but it never hurts to know your options.”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks Sam, I really appreciate it.” Jonah says taking everything from Sam.

You tune out some of the conversation as you keep thinking about where you had seen Sam before. The phone rings and you answer quickly, you tell Jonah that he is being requested on the second floor. With that he says goodbye to Sam and heads out. You look at your computer quickly and see a news article that mentions the Avengers and it dawns on you. You look up, finding Sam still here.

“You’re Falcon.” You say with surprise. Your eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

“Yeah, I am.” He laughs at your expression.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I asked if I knew you?”

“I’ve had people try some nasty things before and I don’t like to brag so if someone recognizes me then cool but if they don’t then great.” he shrugs.

“Is it my turn to ask you something?”

You smile at him again and nod.

“What happened here?” He says as he points at your wrist.

“Oh, an alpha got physical because I wouldn’t go out with him, twisted my wrist. It’s not so bad though. At least the Dr. said I don’t need surgery.”

You tried to play it off but in reality it hurt like a bitch. The medication they gave you made you sleepy so for obvious reasons you couldn’t take them at work. You didn’t expect the low growl that escaped the alpha before you.

“Was anything done about him?” He asks, his scent shifting as his anger builds.

“A police report has been filed. I doubt anything will get done about it, someone like me isn’t as important as an alpha.”

He narrows his eyes at you, grabbing a post and a pen from the counter. He writes his number down and hands it to you.

“In case you need help again now you have an Avenger on your side. Just text me if you want so that I can have your number too.” He winks and with that he says his goodbye as he heads out. He misses the way you blush.

You went about your afternoon as close to normal as possible. Although you weren’t feeling so great. You were sweating a little and you felt like you were starting to get a fever. You chugged some water but it wasn’t helping, finally you removed the cardigan you had worn to work. You were uncomfortable and you needed to get out fast. You made a quick call to your boss and let him know what was going on as someone came up behind you.

“Jesus who was in here?” Richard says as he takes a deep breath.

“There was an older lady here earlier but that’s about it, why?” you furrow your brows.

“You don’t smell that? The scent is really strong .” Richard says.

“I don’t really smell anything but I’m not feeling good anyways. I already told Mr. Burke and he told me to go home. I most likely won’t be in tomorrow either.” You say, you turn when you don’t get a response. Richard is standing next to you a little too close. A small, low purr rumbles in his chest as he inhales deeply and his eyes meet yours.

“Are you ok? Your pupils are dilated.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He blinks quickly a few times. “Go home I’m gonna stay here for the rest of the afternoon. You call us if you need anything.”

Your trip home was horrible. It felt like you were on fire and your mind was hazy. All you wanted was to take a shower to hopefully cool down and your bed. You moved as fast as possible especially when you walked past a group of alphas, you swear you could hear them growl as you moved by them. Your energy was drained by the time you got home, every little bump or touch was aggravating and you felt paranoid when you noticed people staring at you as you passed by.

Finally after what felt like an eternity you closed the door to your apartment, making sure it was locked before you started undressing in the living room. You couldn’t be bothered to put anything in the laundry basket before moving to your shower. This didn’t make sense to you, how were you running a fever you couldn’t remember being in close proximity to someone that was sick. Could you have gotten sick at the hospital? It didn’t matter at the moment, the only thing you could think about was letting the cool water hit your skin.

You spent a good amount of time in the shower finally able to cool down enough to get out. You put on some underwear and an oversized t-shirt and head to bed. You’re uncomfortable once you lay down and you begin to rearrange your pillows. Then your blankets feel wrong so you get up again to rearrange your blankets, you end up pulling the fluffier blankets you use during winter and place them on your bed until it’s just how you like it and you’re able to fall asleep quickly.

Sleep doesn’t last as long as you’d hope. You whimper in your bed as you feel an ache between your legs and slick coat your inner thighs. A thin layer of sweat covering your skin you have no choice but to go back to the shower. The cool water helps ease the heat radiating off of you but it’s only helping one of your problems.

You lean your head back against the tiled wall and close your eyes and instantly your mind is flooded with the alpha you met that afternoon. Sam’s deep voice, those brown eyes and that smile. Not to mention his broad chest and muscular arms that you could picture wrapped around you. You unconsciously let your hand drift down between your legs, your fingers creating small circles around your bundle of nerves. You could picture Sam’s hands exploring your body and his lips on yours giving you a messy and passionate kiss. You quickly push two fingers inside you, imagining what it would be like if it were him giving you pleasure. You keep a steady pace while your thumb keeps drawing circles on your clit. Using your other hand you roll your nipple between your thumb and forefinger you mewl as you feel yourself on the edge of bliss. Slick covers your fingers as you pick up the pace feeling that coil low in your belly tighten. Moaning, you curve your fingers finding that spongy spot that has you falling over the edge.

You lean against the wall as you catch your breath. The ache you feel isn’t completely gone but it’s manageable. You finish cleaning yourself up and head to bed deciding to not wear any pajamas this time around. Your last thoughts as you fall asleep is his scent and the sensation you felt as you shook his hand.

Sam made his way back to the tower, his thoughts consumed by the pretty omega at the center with a scent that was about to send him into a rut earlier than expected. He thought his pack was complete when he met Steve and Bucky, he never considered mating and bonding with an omega after the three of them got together. But your smile was mesmerizing, your eyes were bright when you looked at him and overall he just wanted to be near you. He did his best to memorize your features. He couldn’t see all of you since you sat behind that counter but he was sure you would fit perfectly against him. The spark he felt when you shook hands he wondered if you felt it too, he knew his mates did. The bond was wide open and the moment Sam felt his senses consumed by you Steve and Bucky began to message him. Indirectly they felt the need to be close to whatever or whoever was causing Sam to let his guard down, to understand why Sam was feeling the way he was.

He barely steps into their shared apartment when the questions start.

“So what was that about?” Bucky asks coming to a stop right in front of Sam, giving him a quick kiss.

“Honestly I’m just as confused as you are.” As they walk in further into the apartment. Getting to the living room Sam sits in one of the armchairs as Bucky and Steve share the couch.

“The last time any of us felt that was when you and Bucky met.” Steve adds. Sam and Steve had an instant connection when they met while running in D.C. Sam was accepting of Steve’s previous relationship with Bucky before he fell off the train. Sam assured him nothing changed between them and they could go slow if Steve wanted to. It all changed when they ran into Bucky as the winter soldier, with Sam and Bucky also feeling that spark that let them know the three were true mates.

Of course after the fall of Shield and Hydra Bucky went on the run and it took some time for Steve and Sam to find him and bring him back. They respected Bucky’s wishes of not claiming each other until he was free of the hold Hydra had on him but once he was his life finally began.

“So is it another alpha that you met?” Steve asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He could be very protective of his mates and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to deal with another alpha.

“No actually, you remember when we went to the hospital on Friday and as we were leaving that alpha almost knocked you down Buck?”

Bucky and Steve both nod.

“Well he is a vet and he was in the midst of a panic attack. I went by his job today to drop off some brochures of programs that could help him. While I was there I met the receptionist and she was the most beautiful omega I’ve ever met and her scent was heaven. You both would like her too.”

Both men listen to Sam and then look at each other slightly concerned.

“An omega? We’ve been around plenty of omegas before and you’ve never brought this up, Sam do you want to court an omega?” Bucky asks his anxiousness flowing through the bond.

“I’ve never thought about courting an omega after forming this pack with the both of you and trust me I’m not saying I need to court or claim an omega. She was just different.” Sam says as he moves to the couch giving Bucky another reassuring kiss.

“But whatever you were feeling blew the bond wide open, it was overwhelming and we almost took off to find you. You can’t say there’s nothing there.” Steve says.

“We’ve never even had a conversation about bringing an omega into this relationship. I’m not going to go back there and ask her out. Do we even want an omega?”

“What if she’s your true mate? You’re going to let her go?”

“For her to be my true mate she would have to be yours as well, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It was just a good scent attached to a beautiful omega. It’s not that serious.” Sam shrugs knowing deep down that it is serious and he wants more of you. There was a comfortable silence between the three men as they thought about the possibilities of having an omega.

“I wouldn’t mind if we courted an omega.” Steve speaks up after a while. He turns to Bucky waiting for his decision. Before the war they knew what they wanted out of life. They wanted an omega and a home to call their own to fill with pups. Then the war came and tore their hopes and dreams to shred.

“I can’t do it. I don’t deserve an omega after everything I’ve done, especially to that designation. I won’t stand in your way if you both decide to bring omegas into this pack but I can’t ruin their life by claiming them for myself.” Bucky stands and leaves, closing their bond before the emotions get overwhelming for him.

“We won’t decide without him. For now it’s just the three of us and I’m more than happy with that.” Sam says.

“Well it might take some convincing if we really want to do this. I think he’ll come around.” Steve says as he stands, he gives Sam a kiss. “I have a briefing. I'll see you later.”

He had stopped thinking about it a while back but to have an omega to love and care for with his mates did sound like a dream come true. He had spent a very short amount of time with you but he was very aware of the connection and he hoped for two things. First that Bucky would come around and understand that he deserved happiness and two that you would let the three of them court you, because Sam knew deep down that you were meant to be in their lives.

Ch. 2

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nctsplug02 · 4 years ago

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Can I request dad!johnny? he cheated with y/n so they broke up and 3 yrs later he saw y/n with their son (y/n a single mom) but johnny isnt still aware of it that it’s his kid? Angst-fluff maybe? Thank you!

get your popcorns ready, this is gonna be a long story.

genre: angst, fluff

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You and your son were waiting in line for some ice cream, he heard the ice cream truck and asked to get some, of course you agreed since it was so hot outside. “Hello,” you greeted the man in the ice cream truck. “Hi, what can I get for you today?” He asks and you hum. “I think I’ll get vanilla. What do you want, baby?” You ask your three year old. “Can I get the brown one?”

The man chuckles and nods before heading back into his truck to get the ice creams. “Okay, here you two are! It’ll be five bucks.” You hand the man a five dollar bill before bidding your goodbyes.

“Y/n?” You turn your head to the direction where your name was called. “Oh, Mark? Taeil?” You’re shocked to see your olds friends standing in line, waiting to order their ice creams. “So it is you! Hyung, you owe me twenty bucks,” Taeil rolls his eyes at the youngster and nods.

“Anyways, how’ve you been? It’s been so long!” The young boy cheers. “I’ve—,” you feel your dress get tugged on. “Mommy, who are they?” Your son asks, hiding behind you. “These.. um,” you look back at Mark and taeil. “They are my friends from a long time ago.” You smile at the two men in front of you.

“Wait, your a mom now? Wow!” Mark covers his mouth in shock. “Mark, youre too loud.” Taeil tells him, Mark apologizes and lowers his voice. “Uh, yeah.. I’m a mom now.” Mark crouches down and holds a fit out to your son. “Hi, buddy! I’m mark!” Your son tilts to the side to look at Mark. He looks up at you who just smiles down at him. “I’m Sungchan.” Your son quietly introduces himself and hi-fives Marks fist.

“Nice to meet you, sungchan.” Mark giggles at the three year olds shyness. “Where are you guys off to?” Taeil asks while Mark tried to start a conversation with the three year old. “Just back to the park, what about you guys?” You point to the park that had no people. “Well, we came here to get some ice cream for us and the others, so we’re headed back.. over there.”

He points to a place behind the cars that were all parked and lined up. “Oh, who’s all over there with you guys? Maybe I’ll come with and say hello to them.” You smile at him, thinking about the others that you hadn’t seen either. “Well, there’s taeyong, Jeno, yuta, Doyoung, and Johnny.” He lists them out, you pause at the last name.

“O—oh, um, actually I think me and Sungchan are just gonna head home after this.” You hug Sungchan to your leg. “Oh, well. Here, how about we swap numbers so you can come over tonight? I mean, we are throwing a little party.” You think about it, what could go wrong with reuniting with some old friends?

“Sure! I mean, it’s been years since we’ve all talked and seen each other, so why not?” He laughs a little and pulls his phone out. You and him swap numbers before you and Sungchan left home.

Mark and Taeil walk back to the little group with ice cream cones in their hands. “Okay, take your ice creams! Me and Taeil have to tell you guys who we just met.” They all take their ice cream and wait for Mark to continue.

“We bumped into y/n at the ice cream truck, she looks better than ever!” Mark announces with a giggle.

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Later that night, Taeil had texted you, telling you to come over for a bit. You got worried and asked if you could bring Sungchan, he said yes and that he didn’t mind.

You got Sungchan out of the car and knocked on the door. The door swings open and you see Mark at the door. “Aye! You actually came!” He gasps when he sees the three year old standing besides you. “Ahh! Sungchan!” He giggles and starts to jump. “Hi, Mark.” You giggle at how excited he was to see your son.

Mark shuts the door after letting the two of you in. “Are you hungry? Yeah, okay. Why don’t you go play with uncle Mark while mommy grabs you some food, yeah?” Your son nods and looks up at Mark. “Let’s go!” Sungchan grabs Marks hand and allows Mark to take him to the basement.

You sigh and start looking around for the kitchen. “Oh,” you find the kitchen filled with food that they had just barbecued. You hum and start looking for plates, paper plates are sitting on the counter which you grabbed. You filled with plate up with some chicken and rice. You reheat the cold food and while waiting a voice scares you.

“Y/n?” Oh, you knew that voice, you knew it well.

You turned around to see your ex lover standing in shock by the door frame. “Johnny, hi.” You inhale sharply. “Is.. is that your kid?” He points behind him.

- few moments ago -

Johnny sighs and opens the bathroom door. “Yo! Watch out, man!” Mark yells and pushes the tall man back into the bathroom. “Woah, who’s kid is that?” Johnny asks pointing to the three year old.

“Mhm.” You nod confirming his question. “Oh, well, how’ve you been—?”

beep, beep, beep.

The microwave saves the awkward moment. “I’ve been good, how about you?” You grab the food out of the microwave. “I’ve been.. good too.” He nods and tucks his hands in his pockets. “That’s good. Can you show me where the basement is?” He nods and gestures you to follow him.

Entering the basement, you could see your son playing with Mark. “Oh, my god! Y/n? It’s been so long!” Jungwoo gasps and sits up, running over to you and hugging you. “Hi Jungwoo!” You giggle and pst his back as he swayed you back and forth. “Gosh! So that baby must be yours, huh?” You nod and scrunch your face up. “Okay, well I see you have a plate of food so, go on.”

You walk over to Mark and Sungchan who are playing with some action figures. “Channie, come eat food.” You sit down and place the plate down. “Okay, mommy.” He crawls over to you and sits in front of you. “Here, ahh.” You open your mouth and so does he. “Omm, nom nom nom.” Your son giggles at your food noises.

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After feeding your son, your son got tired and wanted to go home. “Hey guys, me and Sungchan are gonna head home. He’s getting really tired and cranky.” The guys frown and whine, not wanting you to leave just yet. “I’ll see you guys next time, okay?” Mark walks you to your car with Sungchan in his arms.

“Okay, bye y/n. Drive safe, alright?” You giggle and nod. “I’m not that bad of a driver, Mark. But yes, don’t worry. Goodnight Mark, don’t drink too much.” He laughs and nods. “Okay, mom,” he jokes, “goodbye channie, see you soon! Bye buddy!” He waves the little boy off before running back inside as you drove off.

——

For days your son had begged you nonstop if he could spend the night at Marks, and honestly, you didn’t know if Mark would be up for it or if he would be able to take care of your three year old. “Okay, I’ll call uncle Mark to see if he lets, okay?” The three year old cheers and nods.

You pick up your phone and start calling Mark.

“Hey, what’s up y/n?” The man sounded so lively. “Hi Mark, can I ask you something?” The boy nods and hums. “Okay, so lately Sungchan had been asking and begging for me to let him sleep at your place, so is it alright if Sungchan sleeps at your place? For like, a day?”

The man on the other line freaks. “Dude, of course! Send me your address I’ll come pick him up.” You giggle at his excitement, him and Sungchan are growing up as best friends. “Alright, ill send it.” The other line goes silent, bitch hung up.

“Channie! Go get ready! Uncle Mark is coming to pick you up!” The little boy cheers and runs into his room, quickly packing some of his toys and some clothes.

“Im ready, mommy!” He says with his backpack on and his shoes on the wrong way. “Good job, baby! Let’s go wait for uncle Mark outside, yeah?” He nods and runs towards the front door.

You and him are outside, youre sitting on the steps while he sat next to you. “It’s a pretty day, isn’t it?” Your son nods and looks at the flowers that were planted by the big tree in front of your house, it had a swing on it from your childhood.

A car pulls up and you grab Sungchan hand. “Oh, it’s uncle mark.” You let his hand go as he slowly walks down the stairs and then runs to his uncle. “Uncle Mark!” He jumps into the mans arms and makes the older man giggle. “Hey buddy!” He lifts up the three year old and looks over at you, who is walking towards them.

“Hey Mark, take good care of my baby, okay? He’s the only one I’m having.” Mark and you laugh, but soon after he nods. “Hey y/n?” You look in the car to see Johnny sitting in the passenger seat. “Oh, hey Johnny, didn’t see you.” He slightly laughs and then looks back in his lap. “Alright, ready to go, buddy?” The three year old nods.

“You go and be good, okay? If someone tells me you were being a bad boy, then you don’t get to go back to uncle Marks, got it?” The little on nods. “Okay, give mommy a kiss.” You turn your head and point to your cheek. You pull away when you feel his little lips press against it. “Okay, bye bye, baby.” You ruffle his hair. “Bye mommy!”

——

Later that night, you had ran to that store for some food and bumped into someone very attractive. You and him swapped numbers and starts going on dates after that. While on those dates, Mark would babysit for you, you offered to pay him for every time he watch your son but he didn’t accept it.

Tonight was a rainy night, you and jaehyun couldn’t go on a date so you both decided to stay in with Sungchan.

- a little recap of their night -

“Happy 8 month anniversary, babe.” Jaehyun says and clinks his wine glass with yours. “Happy 8 months, baby.” You take a small swig. “Mommy, happy happy day.” Sungchan holds up his cup of apple juice. “Aww, happy happy day, baby.” You giggled and clinked your cup with his.

——

It was so late and the rain made the three of you guys so sleepy, so the three of you ended up sleeping early.

A sudden faint knock could be heard from the living room. You sit up frantically, another knock. “Who the f.. it’s so late..” you groan and get out of bed, making your way down to the front door with a bat in your hand.

“Johnny?” You see Johnny standing in front of your door all soaked, he looked.. intoxicated. “Y/n..” he slurred and wobbled, he couldn’t even hold himself up. “Johnny, it’s late, what are you doing in front of my door at this time?” He laughs but it sounded broken. “I.. I miss you so much..”

he was just drunk talking, you said to yourself.

“Johnny, should I call Mark—?” He quickly shakes his head. “No, please don’t. If you do then he’ll yell at me.” You sigh, the cold breeze making your legs shiver. “I just miss you so much, I miss holding you at night, I miss the way you kissed me, please just take me back—“ you stopped his rambling, his drunk rambling.

“No, johnny, you don’t get to do this! I’ve finally healed after 4 years of our break up. I was so heartbroken that you cheated on me with some random chick from the bar. I was so hurt that you hid it from me and that I had to find out from Renjun and Chenle. This ain’t fair, johnny!” He laughs and nods. “He’s my son, isn’t he?” Great, a new topic.

“So what if he is? It doesn’t matter anymore, you were never in the picture anyway so why does it matter?” He looks up at you. “He’s my son—“ you shake your head. “No he isn’t, he isn’t. He may have your blood but he isn’t your son.” Silence took over, all that could be heard was the raining showering. “Just leave, please? I don’t want to ever see you again.” He steps closer with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Y/n, please let’s just talk—“ the door opens wider. “She said to leave.” Johnny looks at the man besides you and then back at you. “Alright, I’m sorry..” Johnny turns back around and walks out of your property.

Jaehyun closes the door shut and is immediately taken into your embrace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He shakes his hand and taps on your thigh, telling you to jump, so you do. “It’s okay, let’s just go back to bed.” He says carrying you back up to your room.

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a/n: i got really tired and confused at the end. hopefully you can see where i ran out of words and ideas for this story. and by confused i mean like, not knowing anymore words, not knowing what to write and etc. hopefully i can fix this and make it better because it isn’t really that good. I’ll try my best next time! :)

#johnny angst #nct johnny #johnny seo #johnny suh #johnny smut #nct dad au #nct x reader #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop angst

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fuffleton · 2 years ago

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A rant on why benapuff is an awesome ship, and why all the arguments against it I’ve seen against it fall apart.

“Benatar/Puff isn’t gay”

The easiest argument first, the character have no outright confirmed sexualities and bisexuality is a thing. Also, I’m just saying how Puff acts towards Deejay in Pity F*ck isn’t very straight. What the hell do you mean “Seeing his friend in a new light” what like one of those rainbow LEDS? And the amount of lines Puff says like “It’s time for some Man on Man action 😎” definitely aren’t very heterosexual behavior. And, Benatar in the my balls alt cover. “How big are they?” This argument is made towards every single queer ship and it all adds up to blatant homophobia or just not liking a ship and being a asshole about it.

“It’s toxic because the way Puff treats Benatar/they hate each other”

That’s a nice counter argument, but unfortunately I had sexual intercourse with your mother/j- But seriously, this is a fair point on the surface, but seeing as I over analyze characters that didn’t have enough runtime to even develop into characters, I have a few things to mention. No time in the entirety of yfm is does Benatar act genuinely hurt towards Puffs comments, ever. Like sure he might frown but he’s always frowning. Always. That’s his reaction to everything, he’s a bit dense. I think the Fandom Wiki says it pretty well, “This could be friendly bantering, but it is not clear.” Another thing, Benatar joined in on the bullying in Road Rage (the episode), he was smiling and everything, he thought that shit was hilarious. And Benatar willingly does things, like he’s never manipulated into doing anything for the band, and yet he’s featured in a majority of the songs, ends up saving the band in Zombillies when he himself clearly didn’t give a shit, and gives Puff advice in the beginning of Bus Arrest. They’ve been good friends sense high school AT LEAST. If they hated each other they wouldn’t do any of that.

“It’s Proshipping!”

Uh, no 😨??? Proshipping is shipping character who are canonically abusive, related, underaged and overaged, etc. And if you read my last point you’d hopefully understand it’s not any of those things, they’re not related, and Benatar is 22 while Puff is at least 21, seeing as yfm likely takes place in America they’re all at least in their 20s. Using the term like that to describe unproblematic ships is really harmful, it paints us in a really bad light, and it over shadows the actual proshippers that need professional help.

“Shipping is RUINING the fandom!!!”

Ok this is a dumb point but I see it in a LOT of old revived fandoms, and this just covers all the popular ships, Axeben, Deepuff, you get the gist. So no, shipping is and always be a thing. And every fandom has bad apples, all of them, especially yfm. The fandom has always been overly-sexualizing, harassing people, etc. It was never good. Ever. There are a lot of good things, yes, but with the source material being the way it is what do you expect? A person shipping some British guy and his annoying ass friend isn’t going to make it worse I promise.

And now, drum roll please, why this is a cool and awesome ship 🤭 a numbered list of just a handful of things

The HARMONIES and the DUETS oh my FUCKING GOD I LOVE IT. Them singing together fuels my soul, that’s true love guy shut it.

Ok so we know that Puff usually values looks over everything. Like he loves Tig, in a genuine way (a post for another time), but he values her looks so much so that it’s one of the first things that actually come to mind. Imagine how much fucking delicious character development you can have, if you had him slowly develop feeling for someone he wouldn’t immediately find attractive, especially if it’s Benatar of all people. Fucking scrumptious.

Do you know how many tropes I can fit into these two? Depending on the day, or how I feel. Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Highschool crushes, opposites attract, only one bed, etc. Benapuff works so well for it okay? It’s perfect.

They can make each other better I’m telling you. They balance each other out.

“How big are they 🇬🇧😆”

THEY SHARE BUNKS. AND BENATARS ON TOP PEOPLE IT’S RIGHT THERE. Look I’m clenching st straws give me credit.

Their shared energy in We Like Them Girls is immaculate. Benatar literally ran a Woman over with his car what an icon.

It brings me joy and the shippers are like really cool

#benapuff #yfm #your favorite martian #ramble #shipping #I spent at least an hour on this #I poured my heart and soul into this to

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levi-ships-eruri · 4 years ago

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Levi Ackerman NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Levi is a cleanliness freak and after a few moments of holding you and making sure that you are okay, he would get up and change the sheets. Means, you have to get up, too. And while you are up, you should go and take a shower. He will join you there and MAYBE this will lead to a second round. However, he will definitely make sure you are alright, clean, and safe. And tbh, there is no better feeling than going back to bed with Levi and cuddle into the fresh sheets.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Levi is quite confident about his body despite his height. On himself, he especially likes his hands and his long, slender, and calloused fingers. They are quite aestethic and he knows how to use them on you, reaching places inside you that your own fingers cannot reach. However, these hands are also shed in blood. Therefore he loves to see that his hands can also be soft and caring on your body, and bring pleasure instead of death.

On you, Levi is definitely an ass and thigh kind of guy. But his favourite body part of you is your face: eyes, lips, nose, jawline... He loves when you glance over to him from the other side of the room, a little smile on your lips. He loves the blush tinting your cheeks. He loves the soft look in your eyes when you tell him that you love him. He loves to see you let loose when you come on him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Levi HATES to make a mess. So when he comes, he comes inside of you. He also thinks this is quite intimate and therefore likes it (plus, secretly thinking he is marking you. Boy sometimes is insecure). When it comes to oral, he wouldn’t force you to swallow. If you wanna spit it out, he would hand you a tissue. Same if something drips out of your mouth because sometimes he comes A LOT.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Levi is pretty vocal about sex and wouldn’t hide something from you, not even the awkward first-time-stories. But there is one thing he is shy talking about... he is not one to share his partner. EXCEPT for the two persons he trusts the most: Hanji and Erwin. Levi caught himself thinking about a threesome with his partner and one of them (or...a foursome...no too much trouble), but he would not dare to bring it up. He would be super embarassed if Erwin turned down the idea and he wouldn’t want Hanji to tell everybody or to brag about it (they would do this, let’s be honest).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Levi is over 30 years old, so he had gathered some experience. He started in the underworld, not necessarily because of need, but because he thinks it is something he is...supposed to do? Something that was normal for people to do? Later he also had sex when he needed to release some anger, and only later started to really enjoy it and to think about what techniques would please his partner. So, when the two of you start having sex, this guy knows what he does and is willing to learn everything about you and your preferations.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy: He loves to push you down, a hand between your shoulders, your ass up in the air, pounding into you.

Missonary: Levi is a broken man and he loves to hold you close to him and bury his face into the crock of your neck.

Sitting: Both of you sitting, your legs wrapped around him, bodies closely pressed together, hand and lips everywhere they can reach. It is the most intimate position for the really emotional times.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Levi is pretty serious in the bedroom, but he will make cocky remarks and smile a lot (sometimes also cocky, sometimes soft). Sometimes you will break out laughing because he cannot shut his shitmouth and will say something downright ridiculous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair down there is dark as well and neatly groomed, maybe even completely shaved. He is aware that bodyhair does not have anything to do with bad hygene, but he just feels better shaved or groomed. Levi’s body hair (and facial hair) also takes a lot of time to grow due to his time in the underground, but in this case it is rather beneficial for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Levi is super intimate. Not necessarily overly romantic, but intimate. This is something between you and him, something special. So unless it is a quicky during stressful times, he will take his time and make sure that both of you feel good and loved. Often having sex with him is the closest you ever feel to him because Levi can show his affection better by acts than by words. Afterwards you sometimes have the deepest conversations.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi’s sex drive is not the highest and he has no problem with not jerking off for a while. When he feels the need to do it, he will do it during his super effective shower sessions because this way it wouldn’t make a mess.

However, when he is in a relationship, his longing gets stronger. If he cannot see you for some time or if the two of you just cannot find any time for the do, he will have a frustrating jack-off session, which only causes his need for you to grow.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Captain Kink: Levi likes to take the dominant part. He likes to hear you call him Heichou in bed, but not too often (he loves his name from your lips even more).

Bondage: Levi loves to tie you up and make you squirm beneath him. Orgasm denial is not a real kink of him, BUT he will do it all the time when you are tied up. When he gives you oral in this state, you can be sure it will take at least AN HOUR before he lets you cum.

Stockings: Since he is a leg guy, he enjoys seeing you wearing stockings. And he wouldn’t admit, but seeing you taking on your boots and gear the next morning is a huge turn on for him. He cannot wait to take them off again in th evening.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed or the floor of his room, where he has control over the mess the two of you make.

His desk. It will make much more of a mess and will make a chaos out of his paperwork, but he is a sucker for the view of you sprawled out on his desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Levi is actually pretty hard to seduce, which makes flirting with him really hard. He notices the flirting, of course, but is good at ignoring it. As already mentioned, he gets pretty turned on when you get dressed into your boots and gear.

Whenyou spend the day apart from eachother, glancing at each other from a distance, waiting for the night to finally come.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading: Apart from public belief, Levi would NEVER degrade you because he hates being degraded so much. His whole life has been a pain so far, so why should he take this into the bedroom, where he just wants to show his partner his love?

He would also not hurt you. Maybe a few spanks or some very light choking and hair pulling, but he would never ever hurt you in any way. Same reason as above.

Don’t. Call. Him. Daddy. He thinks this is super weird. Just stay with his name or Heichou/Captain.

Anything including piss or feces. Just no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi highly enjoys receiving oral, especially when he is sitting and you on your knees in fron of him. When you blow him, he will finally let loose and you can see his face slightly being tinted red, eyes closed, lips a little apart. His hand will be in your hair all the time and towards the end he cannot hold back and will thrust into your mouth once or twice. His low grunts get a little more high pitched when you run your tongue around his tip.

But Levi is also pretty talented in giving. As mentioned before, he likes to tease you with his mouth, loving the feeling of you squirming beneath him. Be prepared for a lot of edging, cause that little gremlin is a sucker for your desperate moans.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Levi is a little more on the rougher side. His thrusts are deep and strong, his pace rather “average” at the start, but he gets faster in the course of the act. If the two of you have some time, he will vary his rhythm, from slow and sensual to fast and strong, and back again. Quickies will be, as the name suggest, as quick as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, talking about quickies: If you are in a relationship with Levi or anything like this, quickies will happen very often. He is a busy man und you most likely will also be part of the survey corps, so you need to use every little space of time you can get. This often results in steamy sessions in the forest against a tree, or a more private session in his office.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

So, semi public sex, like in the forest, is a thing. But he would always make sure to not get caught, especially not by some cadets.

Apart from that, he is pretty open in bed. Tell him what you would like to try and he will most likely agree, as long as it is nothing from his no go list. If he picks up something new (thanks to Hanji most probably) he will also not shy away from bringing it up and ask you about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boi, we are talking about Levi. When the two of you have a whole night, you have to be the one to stop him at some point - for your own sake. Levi can go for several rounds, even the whole night and this can easily be too much for someone without special power.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So let’s imagine a more modern setting, because I think there are no sex toys in our common sense on Paradise Island. In a modern world, Levi would definitely get and try out some sex toys, especially vibrators which he could use on his partner. He would also be a little curious to try them out on himself, but he rather uses them for teasing you. He would have like 2 or 3 items, not too much, not too fancy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohhh, be prepared for a lot of teasing. Levi enjoys to have a little power over you and your pleasure, and he will make use of it. He is especially unfair when it comes to oral, holding your hips in place while he is taking is sweet time to pleasure you. It drives you mad and this man has a lot of patience.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Levi is not really loud, but his soft little grunts and moans are like music. He only gets a little louder when you tease him while giving him head, but he will also scold you for it. That shitmouth. Otherwise, you will hear him whisper “fuck” and “shit” while he is pounding into you and coming close to his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Levi is quite curious when it comes to new techniques. Soon after joining the squad, he discovers that Hanji has quite an interesting collection of books with...a lot of explanations and images. So one day, he asks them to borrow some of these books to study them. But before, he threatens Hanji with death if they tell anyone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen Levi’s season 4 arts? This man is packed, damn. Errected I would say he is between 7′0 and 8′0. So Levi’s dick is pretty average in girth, but long. He knows how to use it as good as he uses his swords.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Levi’s sex drive is pretty low, since he is not a horny teen anymore. Of course, he feels the need from time to time, but he can pretty good control himself. When he is in a relationship, however, his sex drive will grow a lot, since it is one of the ways of showing you how much he loves you. If the two of you have time, you will easily have sex 3 or 4 times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Levi only sleeps 3 hours per night, and this will not change after sex. He often holds you until you are asleep and gets up afterwards, to either sleep at his desk or do some paperworks. He will, however, make sure to be back in bed when you wake up.

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