#i survived milkshakes every week

[yumeyumeappleo]

Uh I got something fold you

*lactosee free flavourless icecream*

why no flavor

[danielriccixrdo]

“Is that my hoodie?”

Max Verstappen x female!driver

You finally finished unpacking. You brought a lot of things with you to Monaco.

“Did you finish?” you hear that voice coming from the door frame. It’s a voice you’ve known your whole life. It’s Max Verstappen, your best friend. You two have been best friends since you were in diapers. The 3-year difference never mattered for you since you always did everything together. He was your biggest fan, and you were his. You supported each other every step of the way. Since karting to now F1. You were with him when he won both his championships and it was only logical that you would move in with him in Monaco for your debut in F1. Specially because you were his new teammate.

“Yup. Just finished” you respond and lay in your bed.

“Shall we eat something?” he asks cheerfully, laying next to you and hugging you tightly.

“Sure, but you’re squeezing me” you complain. He shrugs without letting go.

“So, burgers and milkshakes from that place you like?” he asks. You just nod and surrender to his embrace.

Max was always sweet and thoughtful with you. He always remembered your favourite food, your favourite candy, favourite places… everything. And you loved that about him. You also treated him specially. You weren’t a particularly physical person. You didn’t like hugs very much, but with Max it was different. If he wanted a hug or a cuddle you were in to comfort your lion. Yup, you gave him the nickname when you were kids.

——————

Some weeks have passed since you moved in. You had adopted a golden retriever puppy called Simba, who travelled with you because he was your baby, and you couldn’t leave him.

Your first F1 race weekend was over. You had survived and scored some very good points, while proving that you didn’t get that seat just because you were Max’s best friend, as some people were saying.

Unlike Simba, who was very energetic after sleeping almost through the entire flight, you and Max were exhausted. So, you went for a shower while Max ordered something for dinner.

When you come downstairs you find Max sleeping on the couch, hugging Simba. Simba notices you and leaves Max, who complains about the furry baby’s absence, on the couch, and runs towards you. You pick him up when you hear the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get that” says Max with his hot sleepy voice (which you secretly loved) and gets up to go open the door.

You settle everything and sit for dinner. Halfway through you catch him staring, almost drooling over you, all lost in his thoughts.

“A penny for your thoughts” you say, chuckling. He looks at you very confused because he wasn’t paying attention.

“what’s wrong?” you finally ask.

“Nothing” he says, not really wanting to share his thoughts. “Is that my hoodie?” He changes the subject, looking at you with adoration.

“Maybe” you chuckle innocently expecting to make him smile and to avoid being told off for stealing his clothing. It works.

“It looks better on you” he smiles in a special way. In a way you have never seen before. It is nice, though. He has a cute sparkle in his eyes.

After dinner you guys go cuddle on the couch. Of course, Simba cuddles with you because he’s a baby. You catch Max staring once again.

“Enough! Tell me what’s wrong” you confront him using a more serious tone this time.

“You’re gorgeous” he says without taking his eyes off if you.

“Thanks?” you look at him a bit confused.

“I love you” he says, still staring, slowly leaning forward.

“I love you too, but what is this about?” you ask. He just leans forward and kisses you softly. You are a bit shocked at first. Your best friend is kissing you. It is something you have always wanted, and it is finally happening. So, you let yourself go and put you arms around his neck.

“I love you” he repeats without pulling away from you. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asks softly. You look at him in awe. You had been waiting your whole life for him to say these words and now he was finally saying them.

“Yes Maxi, I do want to be your girlfriend. I love you” you finally answer to his question, and he kisses you again, pulling you even closer.

“Now you can steal all the hoodies you want” he smiles.

“I already do that” you laugh and melt into his embrace.

[oxittocin]

I was wondering if you could write

How robin would react to aftercare from a gn reader after first time like a hot bath or a massage just to help her sore body parts if it's not too much to ask of course....

soft (nico robin x reader)

nico robin masterlist

thank you for the request, my friend. here's my take on this - i hope you find it satisfactory. i am just a nico robin simp and i am not a writer by any means so please accept my humble offerings :]

cw: suggestive (mdni!), gn!reader

Love is a funny word that evokes a spectrum of emotions, depending on its adjective. Love can be sweet, secure, overbearing, suffocating, dark, temporal, lasting, kind, chaste, lustful, conflicted, permanent - anything, everything, or nothing at all.

You’ve experienced plenty in this lifetime. Whirlwind romances that make your heart run wild and free, taking risks with a kind of reckless abandon that only youths can afford. Or perhaps even sweet dates under cherry blossom trees and spring, like splitting a banana milkshake and sharing a cone of ice-cream. Maybe you’ve even had a few one-night stands, drunk on the taste of liquor and sin on a faceless stranger’s tongue. One or two committed partnerships, even, months spent mapping out a future, only to see it go down the drain.

You thought you’d seen everything love and life had to offer, until you met her.

How could you even begin to describe her? Words fail you before you could even form a coherent thought. Nothing you say, write or think could ever do her justice.

She, who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. She, who continues to live on resolutely, in spite of the injustice that life had done unto her. She, whose will to survive seems to only grow stronger, in response to the tragedies life inflicts on her. A woman, whose life is shaped by the roughness of destiny and fate. Still, her softness is what shines through.

Soft smile when she says the spookiest thing. Soft gaze that she reserves mostly for Chopper, but you catch her sneaking a couple at you secretly too. Soft skin that you can’t help noticing, whenever she leans against you, head on your shoulder while she’s buried in yet another book. Soft touches that leave a burning and yearning on your skin whenever she brushes past you, or touches your hand.

It makes you want to love her softly. Tenderly, gently, kindly, lovingly, purely, compassionately.

——————————————

Loving her softly.

Bringing her a warm cup of tea before bed every night without fail. Lazy kisses by the deck as the breeze carries with it an air of serenity. Holding her hand under the dining table, rubbing comforting circles around her knuckles absentmindedly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Loving her softly was the only way you knew how to.

She had asked you once if you were afraid of her, and what being with her entailed.

“The World Government, the organisations I betrayed and the mistakes I’d made. The whole weight of my existence. Are you certain you are fine with me?” She asked, slight desperation in her voice begging you to reconsider your choices. Her typically calm demeanor started to crack as she pushed you for an answer. This must mean a lot to her, you thought.

“It’s never been a problem for me.” You responded simply.

“Why?” She asked, unconvinced that you fully understood the gravity of the situation you were getting yourself into.

“You’re so easy to love.” You say with a shrug, “That alone makes everything else easy, too.”

She tilted her head away from you before you could catch a glimpse of her expression. You waited for a response, but her silence tells you that it was a moot point. You contemplated whether it would be a reassuring gesture to slip your hand into hers, but you decided against it. If she needs time, then you’ll gladly wait. An hour, a week, a month or a year, it doesn’t really matter. Wait you shall.

——————————————

Making love, softly, too.

Brushing your thumb against her cheek as your body coaxes pleased moans out of her lips. Delicate kisses, running your mouth along her curves as you paid attention to every inch of her beautiful skin. Fingers that trace up and down her back, tenderly tingling her senses, reminding her of your presence that has since taken over her life. Slow, steady rocking against her hips as her palm grips tightly around your wrists, as if begging you not to leave her after this was over. You take her hand, gently interlocking your fingers with hers - a silent promise that you wouldn’t leave in the morning.

The pinnacle of love is vulnerability. To bare your soul for another to see, shedding layers of clothes, shame, ego to present yourself in total unadulterated being. It’s scary because it transcends lust, into the dangerous realm of intimacy. It’s the same way she always insists on pulling you into a hot bath after the night’s activities. Burying her face in the crook of your neck, small splashes in the water as she attaches herself closer towards you. With her eyes closed, breathing steadily against your chest, she looked so at peace. It must mean a lot for a Devil’s Fruit user to be in a bath, completely unguarded around you. Reaching out gently to knead the knots in her shoulder, you feel a warm glow on your cheeks and you’re not sure if it’s from the skin-to-skin contact or the steam from the bath. She sighed, breath tickling your neck as she lets out a pleased groan.

“You always insist on taking a bath together after.” You remarked.

“I do.” She responded simply, slightest hint of a grin gracing her features.

“It’s intimate.” You pointed out.

She nodded, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

The intimacy made you feel alive. Human, even - scared, confused, loved, anxious, grateful - all at the same time. You wonder if it’s the same way for her, but you never dared to speak your thoughts into existence. In case, just in case, she doesn’t feel it like you do.

There is nothing inherently remarkable about being naked or sleeping with someone else. After all, sex can happen between two strangers without even a thread of attachment.

This, though, is nothing ordinary.

You feel it in your gut. The butterflies in your stomach tell you so.

——————————————

With love, comes expectations. Love is ultimately a commitment and there are duties that one cannot run away from. In this case, blow drying her hair after a hot bath.

To be fair, she could probably have it managed herself with a simple flick of her wrists - summoning one arm to get the hairdryer, another to comb through her hair, another to get the towel - you get the gist. She insists you do it for her, and you pretend to complain, scoffing and telling her she’s lucky she’s cute enough to make demands from you. Secretly, it’s one of your favorite parts of the night.

Fingers running through her hair as you meticulously held the hairdryer a safe distance away from her scalp, careful not to accidentally burn her. She sits still and upright, patiently letting you work your magic on her. You lightly drag your fingernails against her scalp and the back of her neck. You feel her body jerk slightly, shiver running down her spine. You bit your tongue to stifle a chuckle, thinking about how cute it was that she’s so sensitive. The scent of her floral shampoo overwhelms the room. Lavender, you think.

It is the small moments like these that make you so painfully aware of how insignificant everything was.

The storms that rage beyond the Thousand Sunny, the seas teeming with unthinkable lifeforms, the skies that hold islands so vast. So tiny and unimportant are our lives in the grand scheme of things.

Still, in the limited time that you have to exist, there is no where else you’d rather be than here with her, hairdryer in your hand.

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A lifetime of dates (part 1)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) - Wordcount: 1.2k - Warnings: bit angsty, but with a happy ending - This series will have multiple parts (6 or more) to celebrate my book Forgotten Ghost reaching 2 Million reads on Wattpad! We're kicking off with the Black Widow movie era (post Accords/Civil War) so this series will be out of order. Masterlist

A/N: thank you @nataliasquote for this idea! Couldn't imagine a more perfect way to celebrate 2 mil.

2016

''I can go without fries, you know?'' Katya said as Natasha turned onto the McDonald's parking lot.

It was dark, the only time they stepped outside their safehouse—or car, if that's all they had at that moment—if they could help it, but tonight, Natasha decided a date night was long overdue. Since they went on the run, months ago, there'd been none. There'd barely been any kisses or hugs either, let alone sex. They'd both been too depressed to do so.

But ever since they snuck onto a flight from rainy London to sunny Rome and started driving north in a stolen car, Natasha seemed a bit happier. Maybe it was the sea, or the sun giving her much-needed vitamin D, but when she saw the poster in the local supermarket advertising a drive-in cinema, she was adamant on going. 

The movie wasn't important. The fact that it was in Italian even less—they both spoke it fluently. What was important was that for those two hours, their lives would be about something else than surviving the day. They'd at least try.

''It'll be quick, there's barely a line,'' Natasha insisted, already pulling up behind the last car in the short drive-through line. She reached up to ensure her hood was on and covered her face as much as possible, nervous now that they were no longer moving fast. Her eyes shot in every direction, checking all mirrors repeatedly.

''You're risking a lot for date night,'' Katya teased half-heartedly, wondering where this sudden motivation came from. She feared one of Natasha's fears had taken the overhand, especially the one that revolved around losing her.

''You said you missed french fries.''

That was both sweet and sad. Grasping at straws, that's what it felt like. Desperately doing anything to try and make the other happy, even momentarily. But french fries weren't going to fix anything.

Katya kept her concerns to herself, though. Nowadays, Natasha didn't want to be confronted with anything.

The guy operating the ordering system would never know Natasha wasn't a native Italian if there wasn't a camera. Her speech was fluent and without accent, and the girl at the pick-up window didn't look at their faces twice. Before they knew it, they were on their way again with an amazing-smelling bag on Katya's lap.

Finding the drive-in cinema was a bit of a hassle. Since they solely survived on burner phones and tossed their last one in a bin back in London, they couldn't pull up a GPS. But they found the location, bought their tickets the same way as buying food at McDonald's—through the car window, with stolen cash—and found a parking spot at the back of the field.

It was too dark for any of the surrounding cars to see who sat in this one. It was perfect.

Katya reclined her seat and unpacked the brown paper bag on her lap, handing over Natasha's portion of fries and a milkshake. The redhead was less eager to relax, but tried to, flicking her eyes away from the surroundings and to her freshly fiancée-turned-wife. It was the smell of the food that reminded her exactly of how hungry she was.

''Thanks,'' she said, in the same monotone voice she'd used for months. Katya just smiled back.

The movie started shortly after. The days had been a blur lately, but within seconds, Katya was reminded that it was the week of Halloween when she recognized the first scenes of the movie, Friday The 13th. No movie would ever scare her. Straight-faced, she watched the scariest of them. They could never relate to the horrors she had seen in real life. That's probably part of the reason she couldn't focus on this one.

The silence between her and Natasha felt weird, like it had for a while now. Their silences never used to be weird. In fact, most of their time spent around each other happened in silence. But so many unspoken things, so much sadness, hung around their heads like a raincloud. The rain never fell, but the cloud went wherever they went, pressing, looming overhead.

No matter how many times she said that the past no longer mattered, Katya knew Natasha still beat herself up over everything that happened. Choosing the 'wrong' side in the fight around the Accords, therefore not being there to prevent Katya from being brainwashed again. Putting their relationship in jeopardy in the first place. The big, ugly scar on Katya's shin that reminded Natasha of the literal hurt she caused. 

''Natalia?'' Katya muttered, glancing at her face. It was so dark she could barely see it, the screen too far away to provide any light.

''Hm?'' Natasha didn't look away from the screen, placing another fry in her mouth. Her movements were on edge, restless about being around so many people.

''You know I love you, right?'' Katya saw her jaw pause. Another thing they didn't do often anymore; say they loved each other. It was worrying how quickly usual things became unusual. ''Things are shit, but it's you and me, always. And that's enough for me.''

Natasha swallowed thickly, because of emotions or not, and turned to face her. For the first time since everything went down, Katya was blessed with a look that she realized she'd taken for granted. That look that said, 'I love you more than anything in this world'. A less intense version of it, but it glimmered in her eyes in the dark.

''I know. I love you too,'' Natasha said softly. She tried a smile, barely reaching her eyes. But her words were sincere, and Katya's pathetic heart skipped a beat. ''Always.''

The air in the car lightened, the raincloud started to thin, and Katya smiled, placing her hand on Natasha's underarm. They were still them, incredibly in love, just disconnected from each other at the moment. 

''Thank you for doing this for me,'' she whispered, as the people in the cars around them screamed at a jumpscare. Natasha tensed up again, but Katya knew the best way to return her focus to her. ''Can I ask for one more thing?'' She waited until her intrigued wife nodded. ''Kiss me?''

A genuine smile flashed across Natasha's face. She put her fries down, took Katya's face in her hands, and kissed her. It was nothing like the short pecks they shared lately. The press of her lips was tender, but the way they moved against Katya's felt desperate too. Desperate to tell her what her words couldn't. Desperate to keep her. It hurt in a good way.

They were both out of breath when she pulled back.

The raincloud had disappeared. Both their smiles came from a place of real joy. Katya missed the warmth on her cheeks when Natasha removed her hands and was quick to snatch one of them up, intertwining their fingers. Without a word, as synched as they both were, they burned back to the screen. But not without cuddling up to each other first.

Scooting closer to the middle console, Katya rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling a squeeze of her hand down in her lap. She'd craved this, as touchstarved as she was. For an hour longer, they could fool themselves that all was right in the world. That they were just two lovesick newlyweds on a date.

Katya already knew, but this gave her more faith that they'd be alright. And who knew, maybe they'd be in Italy again some day, under better circumstances.

[silverzoomies]

Politely requesting “he’s so…” for Jimmy Darling and James March, please and thank you.

💙 nsfw ahead !! pretty filthy, just a warning !! 💙 

"he's so" headcanons under the cut. so im not crowding up anyone's dash with my bullshit !! these might be wayyyy off,, pleasse do not trust my judgement at all. also, liz, i adore you just fyi ty !!

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💙 james march is so... 💙

he's so watches you at a distance solely with the intent to kill. bloodthirsty af. starts to notice how much of an innocent, little thing you are. you heart is purer than his could ever be in a thousand lifetimes. he keeps his distance for some time, but then you start to notice him. maybe he'll try and dance with you, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. listening to oldies you've never heard a day in your life. but he knows every lyric. every note. every beat. you can smell cigarette smoke on him. he reeks of it. along with...something else. but you'll never be able to place it. you can't seem to figure out why he's so ghostly pale. or why he gazes at you with a pitch black, void-like coldness in his eyes. He lures you in with promises of romance. tempting you into intimate, love making sessions. he'll ruin your perception of men forever. because no other man could treat you with such careful, sultry attention as he does. there's something almost...sinister about the way he touches you. his cold hands feel for your pulse points. making note of the jumps in your heartbeat. he touches your body, squeezing the muscles hiding beneath your delicate skin. you won't know it, but he's thinking about how aesthetically beautiful you must be on the inside. literally. he's thinking your innards are probably lovely. when you're finally together as one, his length moves with slow elegance inside you. drawing out your pleasurable suffering for as long as possible. he'll overstimulate you until you're sobbing. until you beg him to stop. but he won't. he'll grab your jugular and make you see white. in the end, you won't survive. your death will be gruesome and painful. someday, he'll regret having killed you.

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💙jimmy darling is so...💙

he's so diner date with a shared milkshake. orders whatever flavor you like. he has eyes like black cocoa. and, honey, they're lookin' you up and down every few minutes. he flirts nonstop. finds any and every excuse to touch you. patting you on the shoulder. guiding you along with a big hand on your back. grazing gloved knuckles over your arm mid conversation. he's pretty forward. unapologetically so. once he finally has you one-on-one, he tries to take things a little further. isn't afraid to be direct. but - ah...the two of you keep gettin' interrupted. he'll be leaning in for a smooch, a hand on your hip; but someone walks in. maybe it's eve, askin' his assistance settin' up new banners. sometimes, you find him stumbling around, drunk off his ass. it breaks your heart how often it happens. but he's so horny about it. says a lot of raunchy shit to you when he's completely smashed. it makes you blush. when he's hungover, he's grumpy as hell. his frustration'll slip in little ways, but he apologizes once he's sobered up. overall, he's real sweet on you. very sweet. even gets a little bashful once you're finally making out. he tastes like the booze he drinks on the daily. he'll get really handsy. and his hands are so, so massive and warm. they grab you hard, focusing careful attention to the squishy parts of you he loves so much. would take his time in bed with you. eases himself in slow, with consideration for your comfort. even though every instinct in him wants to stuff you so full so fast, you'll be aching for weeks. gets vocal, calls you little petnames. fixates mostly on your pleasure because that's what he's used to doin'. he doesn't expect you to focus too hard on his needs. but when you do, he's pleasantly surprised. cums a little sooner than he meant to. he'll lie with you afterwards. daydreams about stealing you away. maybe he'll run off you with you. make you his little housewife. but nah. he can't do that. his family needs him. he wonders if you'd be willing to stick around.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 22 – MCU

Can't start a fire without a spark by gottalovev

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 36,493 Tags: Medical Issues, Pining, Threesome F/M/M

Summary: The Avengers might be reunited, but they are holding together with a Band-Aid and a severe case of Tony pretending nothing happened. The superficial truce is shattered the day Steve takes control of Tony's suit and forces him to go to medical in a tense situation. When Tony is ordered to take a vacation, Steve volunteers to go with him.

Reasons why I love it: Who doesn't love an angsty road trip to fix a strained relationship? The entire plot is great, but especially the way Steve and Tony eventually tumble into bed together. The steps that lead them there feel so natural, it's really impressive storytelling. Plus, the smut is scorchingly hot. In unrelated news, emotional support Bucky is fantastic. And there are some really cute comic panels interspersed through the fic that I adore. So yeah, I love this fic, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Good For You by youcancallmearrow

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Clint/Bruce Rating: T Words: 41,616 Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Tony Stark Defense Squad, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who treat him poorly. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares. The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is incredibly well-written. I love the friendship between Steve, Natasha and Clint, and how Steve isn't afraid to show everyone that he's a person with opinions that might not fit the goody-two-shoes Captain America persona. And Steve getting initiated into the Tony Stark Protection Squad is so great. We don't get enough of Steve in cahoots with Pepper and Rhodey in this fandom, so I'm really happy that it's included here. Plus, the recovery arc towards the end of the fic is incredibly satisfying after all the angst. It makes me tear up in a few places every time I read it. I adore this fic, and I bet you will too!

Out of Many Waters by Arukou

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 43,904 Tags: PTSD, Hurt Tony, Getting Together

Summary: A freak accident sends Tony and Steve hurtling onto an alien planet. They've only each other for survival, and both have an unfortunate tendency towards monumentally stupid self-sacrifice.

Reasons why I love it: Fuck, the Tony whump in this is excellent. The descriptions of his injuries and his inner monologue regarding them are so well-written that they make my skin crawl in the best way possible. And the reveal of where they actually are is so good, holy shit. Protective Steve is amazing too. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it yet, you should get on that right now!

[meowzfordayz]

surprise!

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

Suggestion Fulfilled: Just kyo celebrating readers bday 🥺

~faqs~

You’re beginning to worry that Kyojuro’s actually forgotten your birthday. It’s in a couple of days, after all, and you’ve observed precisely zero indications that he’s aware of anything imminent and important. Wake up, kiss your forehead, roll out of bed, go on a run for who knows how long or how far, come home, shower, cook breakfast, and peep his head into the bedroom to see if you’re fully conscious yet. If you’re conscious, then it’s breakfast in bed. If not, then it’s into Tupperware for whenever you’re ready. That’s his schedule, seven days a week, rising before the sun to fit everything in before work. Of course, he doesn’t work weekends, but wouldn’t know how to sleep in if you locked him in a dark basement — the man would still rise at approximately dawn, estimate his running distance by his number of footsteps, praying all the while that you’d let him out in time to cook breakfast. Tangent aside.

He’s organized. Not especially spontaneous, albeit happy to go with the flow—assuming you are the flow—and scrupulous regarding important dates and details. To celebrate your second year (romantically) together, he’d gifted you a Daily Planner with at least one ~achievement jotted down for every day: Shared a milkshake, Held hands, and Survived the holidays to name a few. Thus, your approaching birthday + his apparent lack of memory = he’s either proposing, concussed, or fallen out of love. As for the solution of Just (Gently) Remind Him: it did occur to you, but you can’t decide what would feel worse — discovering that he did in fact forget your birthday, or discovering that he had something wonderful planned only for it to be thoroughly ruined by your prodding.

“Good morning sunshine!”

Kyo? “Hmph,” you groan, swatting at fiery hairs hovering above your face, “Sunshine?” irritation apparent, “Rengoku Kyojuro,” realization settling in, “There is no sun.”

Undeterred by your less than cheerful greeting, he presses a warm kiss to your forehead, smile wide as ever, “Get dressed!”

Get dressed? “For what?” you demand, not bothering to disguise your discontent, “Were we robbed? Is the kitchen on fire? What time is it?”

“For the beginning of your special day!”

My special- Oh.

“I thought you forgot,” you mutter, ignoring his exasperated huff, finally swinging your legs over the side of the bed, eyes droopy as you yawn, “How unfortunate that you remembering means I get to wake up before I’ve even gone to sleep.”

“I made sure you went to bed at a reasonable hour last night!"

Huh you pause, smiling wryly I guess he did.

“Meet me outside in fifteen minutes!”

“Do I get breakfast?” you raise a teasing eyebrow, his excitement hard to miss, “Or at least a beverage?”

“Everything is planned!” eyes shining as his palms smack together, “Prepare to be amazed!” frowning slightly, “But seriously, get dressed!” hesitating for a quiet second, “And I would never forget your birthday.”

—

“Are you ready for your first clue?!”

“My what?” you blink tiredly, skin prickling from morning’s cool breath, eyes widening as his words finally register, “What did you do?”

“We are going on a scavenger hunt!” he nearly shouts, his giddiness almost infectious, “I have created an all day affair for us, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and optional after party included!”

“Kyo,” you manage to squeak, head buzzing, sternum tightening, “You did what?!”

“Utilizing my morning jogs, I created an all day scavenger hunt for you! Some clues have been in place for months, and others I finalized yesterday! There are built in stops for eating, shopping, and-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, his body pulled firm and close to yours, your toes squishing his as you squeal into his chest.

“You’re ridiculous!” grinning ear to ear, “Absolutely ridiculous!” stepping back with a deep inhale, face scrunching at his satisfaction as he watches you, “An entire day?!”

“I did create an abbreviated version too, if you would prefer? I am simply content to be your guid-”

“No way are we doing the abbreviated version!” mock scowling as you interrupt him, “Who do you think I am?!”

“Well,” his eyes narrowing playfully, “Part of you definitely wishes it was in bed,” chuckling at your indignant expression, “But I am honored that a larger part of you is eager to embark on our adventure!”

—

At the end of the day, your favorite part is getting to draw the second half of every unfinished heart on every newly solved clue, as if to say We did it!, ink bleeding into the papers as your arms swing together, linked warmly, hand in hand.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #316

Vanoss Crew Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

Why would you let me play again?

Why, he’s going to win?

We can win this game together.

What the fuck did you get?

I’ll have to come in and save the day.

How do you get one every time?

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

Where did he get that?

Let’s go…back to where we were.

I can’t do any of that.

I’ve been waiting so long for this!

This is literally a dream come true.

I can't see it, but I spent money on this, so I hope it looks good for you.

What the fuck you doing up there?

Let’s survey the area.

Yes, I am aware of that, and I will get to that.

This is couples therapy.

I’m coming to check it out.

Look at you go, beautiful.

Are you just standing in the middle and spinning?

BIGPUFFER

As long as I am in the middle.

He's looking right at us, I think he got pissed.

What is this red spot?

He'll probably jump over it.

He's throwing a rock.

Can you take shelter inside?

There's another guy in here.

Can you go to the roof, take the ladder to your left.

What have we created?

Wait, are we going against each other, how does this work?

BLARGMYSCHNOOPLE

I was so excited that I was the crab.

Oh my God, you guys are so far away.

Oh, you did this at a very bad time.

I was facing the wrong way and someone froze me.

My game isn't even up yet.

Hold on, let me try something.

Can't hit what you can't see, bitch.

Hit me, I dare you.

Well, I'll see you guys later, we're all done.

Like two seconds ago, but you weren't paying attention.

GRIZZY

And there's people on top of the hill.

Are you guys coming in here with me?

I'm so sorry!

I got no shields.

Why are you doing handstands?

We're never gonna see him again.

I guess I'll take it.

Look at us arguing like brother and sister, oh my God.

Now I'm trapped in the corner.

I tried to save your life.

VANOSSGAMING

Where's leaf blower guy?

Relax, it's just a crab.

What the fuck is that down there?

Kill me, bitch, I don't have it.

Uh, I did something bad.

I think it's quite crafty, it's in my art project.

I don't know, I've never seen that before.

I lost all composure when I saw something pop up, and I started clicking.

I told you the birds steal shit.

Should I start it?

NOGLA

Oh, that means we survived one day, congratulations.

Where do we get out, is this our new home?

Okay, we’re back here, what’s up?

Maybe he gave me a break this week.

It's like a wooden cookie.

You can't do anything with this.

He has your eyes, he's your baby.

We should probably prepare.

Stop going down, bitch.

Nope, you want me to take a photo of him?

MOO

What was the code?

I'm just gonna enter every number.

I got it, I'm so freaking smart.

Learn how to do math, idiots.

I should be in bed right now.

I have feelings still.

I'm a killing machine. 

Someone's here.

That's actually genius.

Oh, we're fighting different people.

WILDCAT

I'm not sucking enough people.

If you're an imposter, I kindly ask you to take us both out.

Can I have a milkshake?

You know what, I'll take it.

Oh my God, I just witnessed that.

Yes, obviously, dumbass!

Ask him why he did that.

You can't talk to anyone that's already dead, right?

That was fun, you got to talk to him for a little bit.

That was a fun little adventure we went on.

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

bf made my fave meal toady which was really delicious, and also got groceries as he does every week, and made some phone calls I didn’t want to make.

Also it stormed really hard and I really enjoyed listening to it and standing with the door open and watching for a bit. The world was so dark and sepia toned all day. smells so good. I love storms.

I have a co-counseling session tomorrow and I always feel so conflicted about these but I also feel like the state of mind to even want to heal, much less actually do something about it, is a privilege that I should not take for granted.

I’m just grateful. I realize that we need to be grateful for things if we plan on healing and sticking around, which we do (regardless of what some parts of me say durning meltdowns and bpd episodes.) I do intend to heal. I don’t know what the point is but I’ve been working on just having faith that there is one. Again, kind of a survival necessity for us at this point. Maybe the point is just to eventually feel at peace in a way that we never have before. Idk.

I’m grateful for a lot. My dogs. My home. My relationship. My nice headphones even if I have to use an adapter to actually use them nowadays. My prescription sunglasses that allow me to see outside without being blinded. Weed to be honest, and a growing market that is making it more accessible to me. The friend I still have and all the friends I’ve ever lost. All the friends I haven’t made yet. Family members that aren’t around anymore. Every pet I’ve ever had. Everyone who ever taught me anything. My favorite teachers. My boss at my first job out of college. My boss at my last job before I stopped working. All the coworkers and employees who made working fun while I could do it. Everything I never thought I’d miss about having a job. Ice cream. Milkshakes. Pizza. Potatoes. Cheese. Chocolate. Every show I’ve been to. My childhood home and all the places I used to escape to. All the surreal experiences I’ve had.

Anyway I’m just grateful.

I have to be, and I am

[sheep33hallow]

Please ignore the Milkshakes in my Yard(BakuDeku)

Tags: aroace!bakugou, aromantic!Deku, queer platonic relationship, daily life

Rating: T

Wrote this in 2018.

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The food in front of him was so boring. Bakugou groaned and rubbed his eyes as his head fell back against the seat. He was beyond tired of eating the same crap over and over again. Yes, it was healthy, and yes, he was gratful to have food in his home, but by All Might was he just tired of having to eat in general sometimes.

He knows as a human he could survive on water for a while, but as a hero, he needed all the carbs to fight these assholes on a daily basis. A whine caught his attention and he turned to look at his Shiba Inu, Cocoa, as she was happily eating her meal. He always tries to give her variety in meals, but never puts the same effort into his own. With one more groan, he shoved himself away from the table and put the plate into the fridge.

He would call Deku to bring him dinner since they were technically "dating", but he was out with one of his sex friends for the night.

He looked at Cocoa, who was done eating and decided that she could use a piss break now. Kirishima runs a dessert food truck in his spare time and he makes really amazing milkshakes. So this would be a win-win for him and his dog. He grabbed a Deku themed hoodie on his bed and Cocoa's body leash and headed for the park.

_____

As he was nearing the park, his thoughts started to wander where they usually do, but with less frequency as he gets older, which are people being so openly affectionate with their partners. Even at the age of 32, and with complete understanding of the concept, he always finds romantic relationships so exhuasting. Like he knows he is a hypocrite because Deku and him still argue over dumb shit every now and again, but they aren't romantically involved. Just like a step above best friends, which makes Kirishima happy, since he will always be Bakugou's main bestie.

He rolls his eyes at the thought of the red head. A couple years ago, he adopted twins with Denki, who was another asexual, but wasn't aromantic which meant he was always seeing those idiots being affectionate.

It took him a while to figure out his own shit of being aromantic and asexual. He remembers scrubbing his body so hard in the showers after the first few times of sharing his body fluids with another human. He still shivers at the thoughts of the germs he allowed to touch him. He still makes Deku rinse his mouth out with mouthwash after coming back from his fuck dates before kissing him hello.

Cocoa brings him out of his thoughts with a happy bark of seeing Kirishima wave at them.

"Sup bro" Kirishima says with a grin and he gets out of the truck to pet Cocoa. "Hello to you too girl, want this treat?" He looks at Bakugou for permisson. He nods. He hands it to her.

"So what brings you out here so late and I just saw Deku with Camie like an hour ago"

Of course he would blow some steam with that freak in the sheets. "I was too lazy to cook. You got any new milkshakes?"

He stands up. "Oh yeah. We have a new one with dark chocolate, almond milk and peanut butter. I know you aren't a fan of dark chocolate though."

"Tsk, it's fine. I just want to have something easy that I can sleep to"

He smiles wide. "Only the best for my bro!" He hurries back to the truck and Bakugou goes sit on one of the tables while he waits.

Cocoa puts her head in his lap as he scrolls through he phone to look at dog rain coats and boots. He's only had her for six months and wants her to be prepared for all types of weather. Deku calls her spoiled and so the fuck what if she is. He got a fuck ton of money saved up and Deku bought her a christmas sweater last week, so he can shut the fuck up.

He checks throught the hero themed section on the website and doesn't see his hero themed coat but he see's a Red Riot one. He pinches the skin between his eyes at the thought of his dog with an R on her back.

He adds it to the cart anyways.

"Hey Bakugou!" He looks up and sees Kirishima's arm extended out of the trucks window. He gets up and gives the cash to the cashier before taking the drink from Kirishima. He watches as Bakugou tastes it and he gets a thumbs up in return.

Bakugou beings to walk away. "Bakugou!" He turns around. "Come over tomorrow. The twins have been asking about you and Cocoa and even Deku if he can spare the time." Bakugou turns back in the direction of his home, but gives another thumbs up. He hears a 'fuck yeah' and smiles. Kirishima is definitely his true bestie.

_____

When he wakes up in the morning, he hears music playing softly. He digs his faces deeper in the the pillow and sighs. He is not in the mood to patrol today, but Deku is off today, so dinner will be ready when or if he returns home at a reasonable time.

"Shhhh, Cocoa" He hears Deku, but it's too late. She already know he is awake and is scatching at the bedroom door.

"It's fine" He rolls onto his back and sees Deku opening the door for Cocoa. She jumps onto the bed and he gives her the love she wants.

Deku is in a pair of sweats and no tank top and smells freshly washed. Even though he doesn't find Deku sexy, he sure as hell is aesthetically pleasing to look at. Scars all over his body, an undercut and those cute ass green eyes.

Deku moves closer and squat down nexts to the bed. "Good morning" He kisses Bakugou's cheek.

"Morning" He yawns. "You have a good night?"

He smirks. "Yeah, I did, but guess who I was thinking of as I was fucking her?"

He laughs. "All Might? Since you seem to get a boner for blondes."

"Nope, but close. He is just as charming as him."

He sits up and kisses Deku on the lips. "I bet. You gunna fed him breakfast before he leaves for patrol then."

He pretends to think about it. "I will, but it's only because the dog add to his cuteness." He press another kiss to Bakugou's forehead and heads back to the kitchen.

He watches Deku walk away and thinks about how he can make this day go by a bit faster so he can return home to his little family. He pets Cocoa one more time and heads to the shower.

He has people to save.

AO3

[cromwelll]

i tried to explain skizzleman in the comments of that post, but it didn’t fit so i’ll just do it in your inbox if that’s ok (sorry if it isn’t)

ok so! to explain skizzleman, i first have to explain limited life. limited life (i call it limlife for short) is a minecraft youtube series in which 15 players have 24 hours of total time to play on the server. once that time is up, they are eliminated. you lose an hour by dying, and gain 30 minutes by killing someone else. skizzleman was one of the players on that server, and he is quite possibly the sweetest guy in existence. his goal for the series was, essentially, to get every other server member alone and tell them exactly what he thought of them (by this i mean “affirm them and tell them kind things he’s noticed about them that he thinks they need to know”) (there is a super cut of these affirmations and i nearly cried watching it). despite this, from day one he has been having possibly the worst fucking time out of anyone, losing five of his 24 hours in the first day alone (they record all together, 3 hours per week, so he essentially lost eight hours that day), and got maybe one kill over the seven recording sessions he survived through. also he sacrificed his final 20 minutes to his closest ally in the game, whose last words to him were “i wish you were better at this game man.” suffered more than jesus

Awww, that’s really sweet! Let’s hope he doesn’t get milkshake duck-ed!

[septusuki]

Shiun-san is late. No. Sumika-san is late; she told you to call her that, the first time you met. You owe her that much at least, if you genuinely intend to be her producer. Her P-cchi. You have every intention in the world of acting as her producer, but it seems the feeling isn't terribly mutual. She's cute, cool, and perfectly fashionable — the only thing missing is any actual desire to be an idol. So much for coming to a school for idols. She told you that, too, when you first met her. She's not cut out for it. She's not made for it. She's not got it in her. Apparently. You'd be better off producing someone else, or at the very least, not her. Despite her best protests, you did your own best bet at insisting, and managed to negotiate a tentative middle ground. A date.

"Ugh," her voice strikes you, and you're immediately by the fact that it'd be an amazing tone for singing. It almost sends a tingle down your spine; she makes it dull on purpose, but she could spin her voice into a real orchestra if she wanted. "sorry for being late, P-cchi!" Ten minutes late. Not much, but for a producer, that's an awful lot. For someone who has a stringent timeline they need to stick to, Sumika Shiun has wasted ten minutes of it. She'd better make up for it. "Time for our date, right?" She giggles, her voice already becoming teasing and taunting. You wonder if you'll actually survive an entire afternoon of this.

As soon as you turn, the facts strike you straight in the face. Sumika has no intention of making good on her promise of a heart-racing date. "Sumika-san?!" You scowl, your breath catching as you take every inch of her in. Every pound; every kilo. Perhaps this date will be heart-racing, after all — just not in the way you'd imagined. "You've gotten..." you drawl, almost mumbling as you try to explain what you're seeing.

"Huh?" Sumika smirks, her free hand pushing it's way down her body as her other stuffs a straw into her mouth. She takes a healthy, not-so healthy slurp of her milkshake, and lets her full cheeks fill up with a deep blushing. "Aaah! I've gotten... What?" She knows; of course she does. She's practically thrusting it in your face. Sumika knows that she's fat, but she's being obtuse on purpose, just to make you say it. She's obese.

Every cell in your body seems to tense up; they draw in, hardly able to comprehend what it's seeing, and what that thing is asking of it. "S-Sumka-san, you're," as you stand there, blubbering and blabbing, Sumika grows closer. With every step, her inflated front wobbles oh-so pendulously. She's showing off. She takes another slurp from her shake, and wiggles in place. For some godforsaken reason, she's wearing a crop-top, and with every mouthful, that top seems to grow tighter. "you're fat." You spit the word out. It's the truth, though; this would-be idol is a total fatso.

"I guess!" Sumika laughs, clapping and plapping away at her huge, hanging tummy with one hand. It's so sweaty, so sodden with her own exhaustion, that the sound is almost stressful. "A total fatty, right?" So careless in concern to her own obesity, Sumika looks down at it as if it isn't there. A pillow-sized belly, that sloshes over her hips and hangs a good foot down her legs. She's gained this weight so quickly that any proper fold or roll hasn't had any time to accumulate: the fat-sack is simply stuffed full of blubber, proudly pumped-up.

Staring at Sumika's thick, doughy skin, the fact of the matter starts to sink in. You wizen up to Sumika's plan in a few seconds. "Sumika-san, you've gained this much in a week?" You scoff, looking up to her puffy cheeks, and then down to her plump belly. Her plump belly, which wasn't there, a week ago. When you'd first reached a stalemate with Sumika, she wasn't this fat. She was an ideal student, and a perfect idol. Now though, you wonder what she is.

"On purpose?" Swirling a finger around her belly-button, as if teasing the poor thing, Sumika pouts as she ponders it all. "Yeah, I guess!" She concludes after a moment, that same finger prodding deep into her belly fat, all of a sudden. "I mean, I just gobbled up whatever I saw in front of me! It was all totally yummy!" With another laugh, Sumika tries to tug down her top, and fails absolutely. The hem just sits on the horizon of her belly, refusing to cover another inch. Seemingly satisfied, Sumika retreats to her milkshake. Thick, creamy and calorific; no doubt it's going to make her fatter.

"Even though you knew I wanted to be your producer?" You try to hold onto your decency as Sumika's belly 'accidentally' bumps you. It's so large, so thick, and so voluminous, that it almost has a mind of it's own. "Even though you're trying to become an idol?" As you watch Sumika fondle and inspect her fatness with a similarly plump hand, and terribly tubby fingers, you blush; for just a second, you wish you could be doing that too, if only to check that it's all actually there.

"You still wanna be my producer, P-cchi?!" Sumika pretends to look alarmed. She suddenly tries to sort out her leggings, and appear as if she hasn't been stuffing her face all afternoon. "Even if... I'm this big?" She makes a cute little noise, patting her belly as she retreats. "Even if I'm this greedy?" She slurps on her shake, just for good measure. Just to prove, to you, that this pig is beyond saving. Of course idols shouldn't be this fat; that's what Sumika is counting on. A proper idol shouldn't be some kind of fat pig. "Uff... If I'd known, I woulda gone on a diet, instead!" She giggles, and then tries to laugh off her embarrassment. With one final prod of her pooch, she capitulates, and her little production comes to a complete end. "I guess I can't be an idol at this size, can I?"

You give Sumika one last look, almost ready to agree with her. Then, your eye catches the shine of her stomach. Stuffed, from a morning of gorging, and now yet another milkshake. It sloshes, sags and yawns out from Sumika's deformed middle. It looks deep, almost. You imagine her with another two-hundred kilos. You imagine that tiny little tear, on the hip of her leggings, at twice the size. You imagine that crop-top, with boob-fat hanging out. To put it simply, you imagine this fatso of an idol, even fatter — and you like the image it conjurs up. "Actually..."

[bonny-kookoo]

To Be Mine 🔞

In which you loose something, but gain something at the same time.

Tags/Warnings: Tattooed Jungkook, pierced Jungkook, pierced MC, werewolf!Jungkook sue me I guess, strangers to lovers, fluff, bad boy kook lol, human!reader, smut, protected sex, koo be mildly rough with her, biting, marking, mild strength kink?, blowjob, boobjob?, lots of jobs, aftercare yes pls, kinda messy, overall very soft yes just fucking read it I don't know either

Length: mid/long

A/N: something that's been in my drafts for months because I felt like I had too many hybrid/wolf fics. Fuck that. Have another one I guess.

It's the distinctive sound that anybody with piercings dreads hearing.

It's subtle, a clicking sound that picks up in speed before it goes quiet, freezing you on the spot as your thoughts start to rush as you realize you've lost one of the balls keeping your piercings in place. Which one was it? One of those you have on your ear? Or worse.? Hands reaching for your ears, your biggest fear becomes true as all of the studs and jewelry seems to have everything in place.

That means only one thing- it had to be one of the more.. personal one's.

You notice someone next to you bending down, picking something up before he faces you. He's tall and broad, wild and dark hair covering his eyes slightly- leather pants and leather jacket making distinctive sounds as he moves. "Yours?" He asks, voice melodic as you struggle to answer for a second, focused on the way one of his ear piercings dangles like a pendulum, before you nod. "Should screw it on at least for now, you know. So you wont loose it again." He chuckles, and only now do you notice the eyebrow and lip piercing, as well as all the other jewelry decorating his ears. You turn a little red as you stammer a bit with your words.

"I uh.. yeah, I'll just do it at home, thanks.." you mumble, absolutely not going to pull fumble around with your boobs in front of a stranger in the middle of a store, opening your palm so he can put the tiny ball into it. He does so; involuntarily putting the ink on his hand on full display because of course he had to just check all those boxes of what you found attractive in a guy, visually at least.

You also notice the small wolf head tattoo on the side of his wrist; and he notices your eyes on it.

"I hope you're not uncomfortable because of that." He chuckles, turning his hand to show the tattoo properly- giving a hint of more ink to you. "Not gonna eat you." He says, making you laugh a bit more relaxed. "At least not in public." He adds more quietly, having to lean in a little to properly say it in his whispering voice- making you shudder. He laughs to himself at the way your eyes widen almost scandalized. "You're so cute!" He says, before he walks away from you.

What just happened?

You see him again a few days after, as you stand behind him in line to get your weekly treat; a strawberry milkshake with extra cream.

Now, you weren't on a diet or anything; you really ate what you liked whenever, but you wanted this to stay something special for you, and that meant to keep it to a weekly thing. The tall guy with the dark hair seems to notice you, looking around in front before he turns around, gaze finally meeting yours.

He's standing in line with what you assume are his friends, who are currently discussing what they all want to eat and drink- well not quite discuss, but more so argue.

"Hey." He greets, smiling brightly as his nose scrunches a little, eyes closing for a second before he turns fully towards you. You smile- greeting him back out of politeness, however. "Hungry too?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"No I- I get their strawberry special shake every Friday. You know.. as a treat for surviving the week." You say, and he chuckles, before he looks at his friends.

"Come on, they'll need some time anyways- you can go in front of us." He tells you, carefully helping you to walk in front of him. "I never had that shake, by the way. Must be good if you get it regularly." He says, and you notice how he's slightly swaying on his heels, and you're sure if he had a wolfs' tail- it would probably be wagging.

It's a cute thought. Fits the way his eyes sparkle.

"I.. a lot of people complain its very sweet."You shrug. "But I like it a lot." You say, and he nods.

"Highly doubt it's as sweet as you." He says, before he laughs, putting his face in his hand. "Oh God why did I say that-" he says, but then; you laugh.

And his eyes widen, smile still present.

"Card or cash?"the cashier asks, and you're about to take out your card, when jungkook beats you to it.

Until his friends start to teasingly whistle, hitting his shoulder, making him roll his eyes. You order your drink, turning around so your back is now facing him- and you can't see him pout now.

Great, he thinks to himself, as he internally decides he's never gonna go out with his pack ever again. The only chance he has now is one thing only. He has to be smooth, like the predator he is. He waits for the perfect moment to strike, when-

"I'll pay." He says, and you look up- noticing how close he's standing, your back almost hitting his chest, as he looks down on you with a victorious smile. "I know this is kind of cliche but- could I get your number? Before you dissappear again?" He asks while he holds his card up to the device in order to pay. "One can only get lucky so many times."

You smile, shyly nodding- and he's beaming at you, imaginary tail going ten miles an hour.

This wasn't how Jungkook had planned for things to turn out.

He'd planned for a cute date, to bring you home, maybe snatch a kiss and a second date at max. He's not someone to prey after anybody- usually, he's rather dismissive of any advances towards him, and he himself isn't someone to go out and hook up with someone random just to fill his free time.

He blames it on your dress. On the way you'd smiled. On the way you'd accepted any flirting comment. On the way you'd melted into him when he'd kissed you.

It's the reason he's got you pinned to his bedroom door- hands gripping your thighs as he holds you upright, lips on yours as he tastes you on his tongue. The drive here had been awful- his hard on almost hurting in the confines of his leather pants, all while you're squirming next to him in the passenger seat, his inked hand between your thighs, fingers teasingly running up and down your underwear, soaked material of your panties the only thing preventing his digits from dipping in between your lower lips. You've already smelled so great in his car- and he'd thought it was simply due to the small space.

But you're still filling his mind to the brim here in his bedroom.

"I'll breed you so well." He grits out between his kisses, head dipping to rest in the crook of your neck, where he licks and bites and claims. "Make you cry on my cock." He mumbles, and you whine at that, arms around his neck, hands moving to tug on his hair needily. "You'd like that? Hm?" He chuckles breathlessly, and you nod, making him move you into his bed, eagerly ridding you of your dress before he tugs off your underwear.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders without hesitation as he leans on his knees at the edge of the bed, pulling you closer before he starts eating you out like a starved man. He's relentless, needing to hear you, hands reaching out to grab your wrists, placing them onto the bed next to you- a silent command to keep them there. His eyes are sharp as they catch your gaze- partially obstructed by his wavy locks of hair, wild ontop of his head. His hands wander while he continues to eat you out, until his palms run over your breasts- fingers noticing something he was not expecting.

"So-" he chuckles, fingers toying with the two heart shaped piercings decorating your nipples. "-Thats why you had to 'do it at home' huh?" He teases.

"You remember th-ah!" You can't help but drift off at the last word, his mouth back at its mission as he tugs and plays with the newly discovered jewelry.

"Or couse." He laughs against you, before he leans over you again, kissing you feverishly as if to make sure you taste yourself on your tongue- something you definitely do, but you don't mind. "I don't just want to get in your pants." He tells you, and you look at him for a second, before he seems to turn a bit more nervous. "I.. you know. I technically wanted to get a kiss and then slowly maybe charm you into maybe trying out a relationship with me? You know?" He wonders, eyes wandering over your body as if to avoid eye contact. "After we made sure we.. you know. Get along well." He mumbles, and you giggle at that.

"You're so cute!" You tease, and his eyes sharpen again playfully so, before he grins; showing off his slightly sharpened canine teeth- one of the only visible signs that he's not fully human like you.

"I'm not cute." He tells you, pulling his shirt over his head- revealing the body art that had been hidden. But you don't get to spend much time looking at it- because he's already getting rid of his pants, pulling out a condom out of his pocket.

"Awfully prepared for not wanting to get into my pants." You snort, and he throws you a glance, before he rids himself of his underwear- crawling over your body with a gaze almost predatory.

"Oh trust me-" he starts, opening the foil package with his teeth before he rolls the contraceptive over his length. "-I'd love to stuff you full of my cum." He grits out, tilting his head a little. "But I'll have time for that another day." He smiles, before pushing himself in- not letting you give him any more teasing answers.

He's giving you a bit of time to adjust, waiting patiently to make sure you're comfortable. It's a stark contrast to the pace he picks up once he notices your sign to move; a hand holding your leg against your body, the angle making you arch your back. "Look at you, so pretty." He pants out, smirking down at the sight of you writhing underneath him.

The bed protests loudly with every thrust he makes- but neither of you can be bothered about it. Not even when he lets go of your leg, pushing himself deeper inside of you, hips less gentle as they demonstrate his strength. Not even when the wooden frame of the bed hits the wall with every movement of him, and especially not when you can't keep your voice down any longer.

"Thats it." He praises, hands running over your skin before his inked palm rests over one of your breasts, thumb playing with the heart shaped piercing adorning your nipple. "Wanna hear you " He says, making you whine.

"Jungkook-" you try and form words, hands desperately grasping the bedsheets they can grab.

"Hmhm, that's my name." He teases, leaning over you before he kisses your neck. "The only one you'll need to know from now on, darling." He mumbles against your skin, before his lips find yours, desperate to claim. He doesn't care that he's being messy, that he's biting your lip, that your nails are scratching his back.

If anything, he welcomes it.

He turns you over after a few more kisses, handling your body so you're angled perfectly for him to slip back in. Your mind is blank, body desperate as he starts to move again, the sound of skin against skin echoing wetly in his room. You can feel your arousal stain your inner thighs, even the front of his; slick skin making it easier for him to move.

He likes the sight of it.

His hands grab your hips as you come undone beneath him, legs shaking as you become too sensitive to take anymore. He hums down at you as he slips out, runs a hand over your head, but you're aware of the situation he's in.

It's the first time you've ever had any man throw away his own peak in favor of yours.

So you turn around, hands slipping off the condom wrapped over his length, before they start to move, unsure but determined. "Ah, you-" He starts, muscles contracting as you run your thumb over the head of his cock; leaking, desperate, sensitive. "You don't- ah fuck-!"He gasps out, head thrown back as you sink your mouth down onto him, careful to avoid your teeth. His hand almost instinctively grabs a handful of your hair in a makeshift ponytail, unable to be gentle with the way you're making his head spin. It's fascinating how even his sounds of pleasure sound more like music than anything else- something you decide you enjoy a lot. He's not holding back, doesn't care, as he hisses when you accidentally suck a bit too hard.

"Sorry-" you mumble shyly, and he's quick to reassure you, shaking his head.

"Its fine, you're doing gre-ah-t!" He chokes, laughing to himself as you pump his length, before you push against his chest, letting him lay down. He's confused for a second, before he sees what you're about to do. "God damn-"he breathes out, letting his head fall back into the pillows while you let his cock slip through your breasts- and he decides he can't just let this moment pass. Angling himself up on his elbows he watches you, until you lean down to kitten lick his tip- the last push he needed to cum.

You clumsily let yourself fall down onto your side after, uncaring of his seed decorating your collarbone and chest, as you become tired. He chuckles from the side, before you feel him move around, before the mattress lifts presumably because he left. You hear some plastic packaging, before he leans over you again. "Sprry, they're probably cold." He softly warns, before you feel him wipe a damp cloth of some sorts over you. Opening your eyes reveals his naked form standing over you, carefully cleaning you up with nice smelling baby wipes. "I use them instead of face wash sometimes. I'm pretty lazy not gonna lie." He chuckles, making you smile sleepily.

"You're not." You say. "I've had guys fall asleep straight after." You joke, and he cringes a bit.

"Yeah no, that's fucking stupid."He complains, before he throws the used wipes and his condom in the bin close to the desk in his bedroom. Only now do you take a small look around. "You want me to carry you?" He asks, and you look at him.

"To where?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Bathroom? Yknow. So you can go pee and we can shower?" He suggests, and you nod after a second, making him grin eagerly, before he picks you up.

He really seems more like an overgrown puppy than a wolf.

"I love this." He hums out, before he presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "It turned out really pretty." He mumbles, fingers tracing the delicate tattoo there he now shares with you.

A year can fly by so fast, he realizes.

"Hmhm." You agree, turning around to face him, a smile on your face.

And he knows; you're not just his mate, not just his girlfriend.

You're his.

[shades-of-stony]

Heavy Angst (And Not-So-Heavy but Still Angsty) Stony Fanfics!

I’m absolutely love a good Tony whump and hurt story so prepare to see a lot of those here! Get your tissues ready!

Push by phoenixreal

Summary: Tony Stark was known for pissing people off, it was a given. Then, after the man everyone thought was nothing more than a selfish prick decided to nearly kill himself saving Manhattan from a nuclear bomb, even the most sure of Tony's bastard status had to rethink it. And then, his team who were sure they had him pegged, they were invited (ordered) to move into Stark Tower with him. To their surprise, they found he had furnished full floors for each of them, somehow knowing their tastes exactly, including a floor dedicated to the resident Asgardian who would only be there some of the time. Surprised, and please, they all wonder at the enigma that is their host. After a couple months, Pepper Potts stops coming around so much, and they realize that something has exchanged between them because they are rather professional to each other. Pepper still frets over Tony, but instead tells the others to keep an eye on him rather than doing it herself. They easily forget that Tony is, and always has been, simply a human civilian. Then things get strange when they find themselves locked down within Stark tower, and after a harrowing viewing of a mysterious video, they find their resident playboy is completely gone.

Note: Prepare to cry and be hurt! This fanfic dabbles with Tony’s insecurity, self-worth, and issues. Please heed the warnings!

The words you choose to say by masterlokisev159

Summary: After the SHRA, the events around Steve’s death and Tony discovering he deleted part of his brain, Tony finally decides he's done enough. With Osborn taken care of, Tony leaves the Avengers and decides to quit being Ironman effective immediately.

He tells himself it doesn't hurt when Steve agrees. Why should it? After everything he's done, the team's better off without him.

However before he can truly move on, there are things he needs to take care of, and it's not long before he realizes he's dangerously close to losing his company. He's desperate and willing to do anything to keep it together.

So when, after months of silence, Steve asks him to drop everything and come work for Shield, Tony finds he doesn't have a choice. He agrees, no matter how much he knows he shouldn't. His reputation isn't exactly the best after the SHRA and he's heard stories of what he'd done as Director. He's knows what he's done. He's knows he's responsible for what happened to Steve.

He just wishes someone had warned him first. He hadn't been prepared to deal with the consequences.

Note: A 1000/10 angst fanfic that made me weep at 3 am in the morning. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. READ IT AND PREPARE TO CRY BUCKETS

Protocol SOTERIA by GoldenFinches

Summary: Friday's primary objective at all times is to protect one Anthony Edward Stark. And she will fulfill that objective no matter what it takes. Even if it means including certain people she thought she would never have to deal with again.

(Basically the Rogue Avengers get some sense knocked into them with the help of Friday and handful of videos.)

Note: A HIGHLY RECOMMENDED ANGSTY FANFIC. I CRIED SO MUCH READING THIS. 

Straight to Voicemail by YouMakeMeDokiDoki

Summary: "I DID!" Tony screamed, cutting Steve off mid-sentence and whirling around to glare at him. 

"I CALLED YOU! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

Or

The one where no one answered their phone and things got out of hand. 

Note: this will absolutely break you heart.

Sunshine and Luck by ImportedfromMunich2

Summary: Months after Siberia, Steve and the rest of the defectors are pardoned and allowed back onto the Avengers, with the help of Tony Stark. Now that they're back - nothing is the same as before. Tony is even avoiding Steve at all costs.

Then one night - Tony barges into Steve's bedroom while he sleeps, and they have spontaneous, passionate sex.

Only, the Tony Stark he just fucked isn't from this universe.

Now, Steve has to find a way to explain to Tony that he had sex with his counterpart from another dimension.

Note: A good Steve whump fic! 

When You Mess With Him... by REM_It_Up

Summary: During an event with the Avengers, Tony is kidnapped by an unknown group of men right in front of the team. The group who took Tony taunt the Avengers by leaving small clues to Tony's whereabouts. When the kidnappers finally get in contact with the team, they are forced to watch Tony get tortured on camera.

The Avengers desperately search for their missing friend before they never see him again.

The kidnappers are smart and fast, they have everything figured out in order to get away with their plan...They just forgot one thing--

Colonel James Rhodes

Note: Now this is really heavy! Brace yourselves for a kidnapped and tortured tony! Also, protective honey bear aka Rhodey bonus here!

To Need is Not To Want by Brixon

Summary: All his life Tony has been used as a means to someone's end. Always someone's tool in a game. Carelessly thrown aside, once they had no longer use of him. He keeps it bottled up because, because he's Tony Stark. But he's always had this desire that one day someone would come who would stay because they wanted and needed him. He thought he had that with the Avengers, but after everything with the Accords and everyone leaving after Civil War that hope of having something of his to stay was gone.

Despite being burned constantly, Tony still has this wanting. So when Ryder, an old college friend, comes back into his life and actually seems to want to stay because he wants AND needs Tony, Tony is beyond thrilled. Because Ryder is staying. It doesn't matter if the bruises stay too.

But what happens when the Avengers return and Tony finds himself wondering once again exactly what he wants and what he needs.

Note: I’m sure, from the summary, you can tell that it’s a heartbreak here. 

Hiding Things Is All Too Easy - Until It Isn't by audhds

Summary: Tony hasn't been the same since Bucky arrived at Stark Tower. That much is obvious. But Steve is overjoyed to have his best friend back and is somewhat oblivious to how Tony is withdrawing away from him. Because surely Tony is just overworked as usual. He must be quiet and jumpy because he is sleep deprived. And of course he has a few cuts and bruises on the visible parts of his skin - he fights and works for the Avengers as a living. It's part of the job description. Until it isn't.

Will Steve discover the physical and mental trauma that Tony is going through before it is too late?

Note: This is even heavier! Please read the tags carefully! Also, this has some serious Bucky bashing! If you are a Bucky fan but still interested in this, please prepare yourself. 

No Trait As Much As This by KandiSheek

Summary: Tony gets hit with truth serum. It's a terrible time for everyone.

Note: A bit lighter than the others but still angst nonetheless. The added truth serum element makes this even more interesting!

Good For You by @orbingarrow

Summary: Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

Note: Another Tony-in-abusive-relationships fanfic!!

hold the things you wanna say by SailorChibi

Summary: Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay.

He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really.

What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.

This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

Note: Anyone up for some Howard-travels-to-the-future fanfic?

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies by MemoryDragon

Summary: Seven-year-old Tony Stark wakes up on a Hydra base, lost, afraid, and alone. He has to overcome his fears before it's too late for the Avengers and Captain America.

Note: De-aged Tony just screams heavy angst and hurt!

Advanced Protocol by masterlokisev159

Summary: The Incursions are coming. The Illuminati have surrendered and everyone has come together to take one last stand.

Everyone except Tony. And Steve is tired of waiting. He wants answers.

There's something the Illuminati aren't telling him.

Note: If you don’t know what the Avalon is in Marvel, I recommend you search it up, or you could read this fic. You will be heartbroken with what you find. 

Flower Child by itsallAvengers

Summary: The point was this, though:

In a hundred million universes, in a hundred million different lives, there would never be a single one of them in which Tony Stark deserved anyone like Steve Rogers. Ever.

So this? Nonsensical.

Note: Another fanfic that highlights child abuse and Tony’s insecurities! 

What Pays All Debts by KandiSheek

Summary: No one is supposed to survive the date written on their skin. And yet Tony's numbers keep piling up.

Note: Angst + Death dates? You could probably foretell how much of a gut-wrench journey this is.

Falling Into You by sabrecmc

Summary: Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki's spell wipes all of Steve's memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn't.

Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.

Note: There are just something about amnesia fanfics that makes it so goddamn heartbreaking. 

Art Freaks and Comic Geeks by Coil

Summary: Tony Stark had made himself a phenomenally renowned writer. The world had fallen in love with the heroes that appeared in his novels; captivated by his vivid words of life and colour.

His next ambition was to publish a comic book series starring the much-beloved heroes of his novels. There was just one problem. Brilliant as Tony may have been with his words, his skills in the field of drawing were less than great. It didn’t help that he barely knew what his characters ought to look like in the first place.

Enter: Mister Steve Rogers – an up-and-coming artist/illustrator with the potential to be brilliant.

Their paths happen to cross at Comic-Con.

Note: this is a much lighter angsty fanfic but is still angsty. It is a Modern AU mixed with Artist!Steve and Writer!Tony.

Unwritten Endings by XtaticPearl

Summary: Tony takes the bullet meant for Captain America at the end of their war and through his death, brings together the team again. Only, he isn't really dead and when he comes back, the equations between the team-mates begin to alter and reform, writing a new story altogether.

Note: Of course, you can’t have an angst fanfic rec without a fake death fanfic!

WIP

Need Is Just A Word by masterlokisev159

Summary: A month has gone by since the war and Tony has never felt more alone. of course, with the unrest within the government, the disappearance of the Avengers and the obvious lack of Steve Rogers, it was only a matter of time before the UN finally flipped out and decided to act on the last available Avenger. Too bad they didn't realise a promise had been made by Captain America to be there when Iron man needed him.

Note: a gut-wrenching Post CA:CW fanfic where tony is suffering the consequences of the civil war.

Take me out tonight by masterlokisev159

Summary: When Steve gets invited to a formal party with the government, Fury tells him he can bring a plus one of his choosing. While listening quietly in the corner, Tony heaves a sigh of relief because the team could really do with some positive publicity and any of the Avengers are a good choice for Steve. Tony just wants Steve to be happy after all, even if he knows Steve's gonna pick Natasha. He knows Steve doesn't like him and he's aware there's never going to be anything more between them. They're barely even friends really.

So of course he's absolutely shocked when a gold filigree letter rests in his palms two days later. He's the worst person for this.

Why on earth did Steve choose him?

Note: AHHHHHHHH, INSECURE TONY IS JUST A FAVORITE. Also, confident!Steve that knows who he wants is just a whole new mood!

The Soul Stone's Sacrifice by masterlokisev159

The soul stone demands a sacrifice that Tony and Steve are not prepared for, but in the end, one life is sacrificed for the many. Steve lets Tony go for the last time and mourns a future they never had.

That is until Tony comes back.

Note: A scenario where Tony and Steve where the ones to go to Vormir. 

[sodasback]

Crime Junkie

Drew Starkey ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader

Okay besties, I’m gonna repost some of my old “Drew Starkey” fics but I’m going to make them “fanon Rafe Cameron” fics so I don’t feel weird. Lol thank you to all my loves on here for your suggestions and for supporting me in this endeavor 😜🖤 lol 

A lot of them will be ER Nurse Rafe. Here’s the first one. This is ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader wayyy down the road when they’re “out” as a couple and living together.

You and Rafe spent a lot of time in the car together. You would carpool to work when you worked the same shift and most mornings you liked to listen to music, like really put on concerts for each other to wake up and get pumped for the hospital.

On the way home though, you usually ended up venting about the shift or opted for a podcast. For weeks, you and Rafe had been hooked on true crime podcasts: Crime Junkie, My Favorite Murder, Serial, Anatomy of a Murder …all of em. You guys also recently had a patient who survived a really violent sexual assault come through the ER. And Rafe had recently learned about some of the scary things that have happened to you in your life …like the type of things that happen to EVERY woman in the world. All of this led to tonight.

You were both headed out to a get-together at Estephany’s place and Rafe was looking for his wallet. You were getting inpatient and antsy because you HATED being late no matter where you were going, so you decided to meet him at the car. You head to the car and when you open the door the smell of the day old milkshakes you two had left in the cupholders hit your nostrils. The parking garage of your apartment complex was literally empty on the level you parked on. As you reached for the milkshakes, you noticed all the other food trash that had accumulated lately and you decided to clean it all up. Your hands were full and you ended up dropping your purse and keys on the ground next to the open car door as you scurried over to throw everything away. But the trashcan that was usually on this level wasn’t there.

“Fuck.” You groaned. And looked back at the car. There was literally no one around and you were getting rotting milkshake juice on your wrist so you B-lined for the stairs and ran down to the next level to throw everything away in the trashcan there. Taking a minute to wipe off your wrist and tie the laces of your boots. You walked back up the stairs to see Rafe’s back as he faced the car. He was completely frozen. 

“Hey, ready to go?” You asked casually, walking past him to the car. 

Rafe whipped around to grab your wrist and turn you to face him “Where the fuck were you?!” He shouted, grabbing your shoulders. You leaned back away from him completely dumbfounded at this extreme reaction. 

“I was just throwing away the trash we left in the car from earlier.” You explained, shrinking from him a little bit. 

“Why would you leave your purse and keys like that?! And leave the car door open?! Your phone was on the floor of the car! What the fuck y/n?!!” He continued going off. 

Rafe had NEVER spoken to you like this. He had never spoken to ANYONE like this that you knew of. 

“My hands were full! I just dropped it trying to throw everything away. Plus, we live in a super safe complex where we know everyone. There’s no one else parked on this level. I was only gone for like 2 seconds.” You listed off hurriedly,  “Like yeah, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing but it’s not that big of a deal, Rafe.” 

You paused, both of you looking at the other with tension filling the air between you “...AND before you start yelling again, you sir, need to watch your tone with me right now.” You added sternly at the end, folding your arms over your chest and giving him a lot of attitude as you furrowed your brow. 

Rafe let go of your shoulders and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “Fuck.” He walked away for a second before exhaling and turning back to you. 

“I’m sorry y/n. You scared the shit out of me right now. I just saw the door open like that and all your stuff here... and fuck... I just thought you had gotten ...kidnapped or something.” He mumbled the last part.

Your facial expression relaxed and after a beat, you went and wrapped your arms around Rafe’s waist and he tightly wrapped around your shoulders before he held your head against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. 

“I’m really sorry for talking to you like that, baby.” 

“It’s okay.” You said simply and genuinely before adding, “But it better not fucking happen again, Cameron.” You teased, but you both knew how serious you actually were too. “....Also, maybe we should lay off our true crime podcasts for a little while.” 

“Yeah, can we? I honestly have been scared about you getting kidnapped and chopped into little pieces for weeks.” He chuckled a little. Your heart broke a little bit as you realized something. 

“Is that why I’ve found you in the living room watching Friends in the middle of the night like 4 times last week when you said you couldn’t sleep?” 

“I just kept having nightmares about all this horrible shit happening to you. Especially after you told me all the times that cars have like slowed down or followed you while you’re running. And that time someone put something in your drink at a music festival.” Rafe said, getting all exasperated again. 

“And that’s why all of a sudden you started running with me even though you hate running?” You realized all the little things Rafe had been doing differently lately were all adding up to him being so worried about you. He just looked at you with concern and a little bit of embarrassment. 

“Ahh baby.” You cooed squeezing him tight and then pulling away and grabbing his face with your hands. 

“I’m so sorry, you’ve been so worried lately. I wish you would have told me. The world is definitely a scary place for young women and I can’t promise that nothing bad is ever gonna happen to me. But you can’t be with me every second of every day. I can take care of myself. I have for a really long time. And I can take precautions to stay safe. ...And yeah, leaving my purse and keys near our open car in an empty parking garage at night is not the way to do that. But babe no matter what precautions I take, I can’t control other people and whatever malicious intentions they might have. I promise I’ll be as careful as I can, but you need to realize that neither one of us can control it all and we need to let it go. I know that’s way easier said than done, but if you worry about me ALL THE TIME, it’s just gonna drive us both insane and be really toxic.” 

“I know.” He said quietly, looking down, “I just love you so god damn much y/n. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” 

You were both quiet looking in the other’s eyes. You looked away and smirked.

“Well, at least you would be able to start listening to Johnny Cash again.” You teased, desperately trying to lighten the mood. You both knew how much you despised Johnny Cash songs. 

Rafe gave you an annoyed look for making light of the situation, but then broke into a smile, putting an arm around you as you walked to the car. “And for that, we’re listening to Ring of Fire on the way over to Estephany’s!” He said, playfully slapping your ass and smiling over at you, as you parted to go to your respective car doors.

“I will literally jump out of the car.” You stated.

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