#if marvel had balls they would be besties

[rebeckatheharmon]

Can I just say how much I love platonic frostiron

Marvel Prompt!

Steve is walking towards one of Tony's 'relaxing rooms', looking for Tony himself. He had come back with Loki from a mission, both injured. Neither bothered to go to medical at all, as usual. Thor was looking for his sibling, intending to carry him to the infirmary kicking and screaming if he had to.

So it was a surprise when Steve bumped into Thor, heading for the same room. JARVIS had said that both were in this room, but left out that they were in it together.

Entering the room both Steve and Thor were surprised, the room being a small library. On two of the walls were large shelf's containing books, the rest of the room furnished with a few small tables and places to sit on the floor. Tony and Loki were on the floor by a window, a perfect view of the city, resting against each other. Loki reading quietly, while Tony rested with his head on Loki's should.

Both were clearly tired, sore, and physically exhausted. Steve, nor Thor, knew about their emotional or mental state.

Loki spots them, makes a sign to keep quiet, then simply reads some more. Steve shakes his head, amused, and Thor gives a small huff of a laugh. Thor walks over and gently pats Loki's head, murmuring how he loves him. Steve walks over to a section of wall to open a hidden panel, revealing a med kit.

Both Steve and Thor decided to give the two a break, letting them rest in their comfort place today. Tony hugs Loki's arm when Steve tried to pull him into a more suitable position, giving a small puppy whine. It also occurred now to the two that wasn't injured, the ones who had to patch up the wounded, that it wasn't going to be easy bandaging them up.

It was clear now, both were mentally exhausted. Emotionally? Strained, very strained. Nothing but some cuddles could fix it though, cuddles and snacks!

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday/picrew catch up!

Oh how I've missed doing these! Thank you so much to these sweetpeas who tagged me to do these tag games/picrew. Lyle @milkovetti Michelle @michellemisfit Bri @y0itsbri Evie @energievie Julia @juliakayyy Georgia @iansw0rld Kat @mybrainismelted Nosho @creepkinginc Cross @crossmydna Willow @ian-galagher Lyds @ardent-fox Vey @look-i-love-u Molly @deathclassic Jay @surviving-maybe 💕

💟Name: Myn/Shermyn

#️⃣Age: 27

🗺️Location: Sydney

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. Yeah a pink silky with lace trim one my older sister gifted me as my maid of honour gift 🥰

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. Why yes! It's one of my prized possessions! My Gallacrafts mug I made art with the darling & talented Ling @lingy910y

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. You know I don't think I do & that's tragic 😔

🍵Coffee or Tea? Tea

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? Cold it's been so damn humid & dry in Sydney rn 😓

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? Wool

🧤Gloves or Mittens? Gloves but the fingerless kind so I can scroll/read fics on my phone lol

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? Fireplace

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? Both baby! They work in tandem to give us life ☀️🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? Sugar 🍭

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? Sweet

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? Peppermint. I haven't had pumpkin spice before

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? Wake up early but i don't sleep early to make the happen 🥲

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? Cold cereal in milk I especially love the sweet ones. American cereal certainly hit the spot with their cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms 🤤

🍞Potatoes or Bread? 🥔

And Finally…

🚬 Gallagher or Milkovich? It'll have to be MIlkovich even tho objectively the are more terrible ones than good. But to be fair the great stole my fucking heart 💖

Picrew

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

I think Johnny Rose from Schitt's Creek would be a funny dad plus loaded 🤣

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

I'd love an otter omfg they're so damn cute 😭

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Sweet & sour pork & spinch noodle with wild mushrooms.

What's your favorite emoji?

🥹 I'm particularly fond of this one bc it's the marvelling of beauty for me

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I think greenhouse. I think would be so soothing & I feel like I need more plants in my life hahaha

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Cardcaptor Sakura 🌸

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I joined 2012 it was so aesthetic & I wished be one of those vintage aesthetic blogs hence my tumblr name lmao. I kinda got confused & scared how to use it so i stopped for 2 years. So i missed out all the fun drama i guess lol. Then I started using it as like a scrapbook of things I liked hahah

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

50s but I feel that would be such an effort to pull off

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Pokemon but like in the switch games. I've been playing too much instead of sleeping lmao

What is your favourite piece of art? 

Idk if I have a favourite but one that impacted me in high school was a piece called 'Atomic: full of love, full of wonder' by Nike Savvas. Funny thing is that I got to see it in person may 2 or 3 years after seeing it in a high school text book & having to do essays on it. It was by complete accident & I had no idea see was displaying her work in our national art gallery. It was magic to see a piece irl after studying it 🥰

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

My bestie jusr got me this steel pink hello kitty tumblr that was a collab with a bubble tea shop! I love it I take it to work 💖

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I think time travel with younger selves meeting their older selve & seeing how they fot their happy ending 🥰

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

Yeah a carry bag for work. It's this tote bag another bestie got me for my last birthday. It's really cute. It's pink & mint green with a cluster of cute things like teddy bear.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Respectfully no ❤️

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I'd say mafia au especially bc of the amazing fic by Kay/Shamelessquestions, The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

He sure could! He's our swol lil man

Look at them guns!!

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

I kind have this tie between Fiona getting it or it being passed to Liam & Franny to keep the legacy going

Not tagging any bc I'm late but if you see this & you want to go ahead starlight 🩷

[scoonsalicious]

Mother Pookie has fed her kitties well🩷🩷. There’s so many emotions idk which one i should talk about first?😭😂

BUT DANG chap 2.2 is just HOT

I am actually speechless😂 I have nothing to say except I am satisfied.

ITS SO GOOD OMG POOKIE? WHAT R U DOING TO ME? WHATT?!!😫😫

Lemme say, It didn’t take me long to hate Lilian. Like I swear, the moment she fucking said that Major looks like a SKANK gurl, fuck u.

My first impression on Major was like how Bucky saw her, a hot pretty dame that made me giggle like a teenager, making heart eyes and singing the whole world to my dick (if i have a dick)

And then throughout the chp, oh my goodness, I would’ve slap Leah the moment she starts bitching up. Major has a dang ass patience. I couldn’t.

THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO VOTE FOR BUCKYBABY TO BREAK HER HEART IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE (so far she’s 35% in my ‘dead’ list, better fix ur attitude if u don wanna end up like cunthage — ITS JUST BEEN 2 CHP?!)

Lindsay rubs the ick on me more than Jade (ofc Jade is worse but she dead now) but cuntly is so so so so so so so so so irritating. The absolute pick me, so called ‘one of the guys’. Ew. Even half of the team is irked by her attitude. That just says a lot.

Glad that our queen Major put her in her place. She needs more. Like, absolute humiliation (disclaimer: i dont support bullying but LILIAN FUCKING NEEDS IT)

And can we appreciate Wanda simping over Thor?😂 (you are not alone, i also dream of licking his abs — mhmmm)

Bucky and Major are purrrfect for each other. Its giving love at first sight 👀. Bucky simps hard. Like so hard. I can wait for more Bucky X Major scene (fluff,sexay — mayyybeeeee angst? i just love hurt myself)

Also, iMajor and Tony r absolutely gonna be ‘rich business badass besties’ and then them + Sam (Wanda and Nat at the back) roasting Leah. Oh what a beautiful dream~

Anyways, beautiful beautiful writing indeed. Waiting to see Bucky sexay POV next😂 Unleash the power of your blue balls. Also I can’t wait to read what your master brain had planned🌚. Love you Pookie🩷🩷🩷

PS// these past few days I was scrolling tumblr, searching for new Bucky fics/updates and honestly… I MISSED YOUU!!! I CANNOT STRESSED THAT ENOUGH!!! 😭 seeing your username the first thing when i opened tumblr made my night! i was planning on listening to songs, dwelling on my loneliness and delulu but LOOK AT ME NOW, ITS 4AM GOSH. THANK U POOKIE LOVE U HAVE A GREAT DAY

POOKIE! <3

Actual footage of me coming up to love on your comments:

I'm so glad people are enjoying 2.2! I gotta be real, I usually don't get hot and bothered when it comes time write smut, but that section? Whoa, boy... that section had me like:

(Yes, this is my second favorite gif of all time, and I will use Blanche to express my hot and bothered-ness whenever I can, lol)

I gotta tell you right now, the phrase "making heart eyes and singing the whole world to my dick (if i have a dick)" is now the highlight of my week, so I thank you for this. It's pure literary magic <3

Major is used to taking shit from peons; she was a woman in the military, after all, lol, which is why she's able to not let Lily phase her too much. Her patience will be tested, though. Where Cunthrage was just flat out unhinged, Lizard is more... selfishly insidious? Just, you know, she's not going to be kidnapping people and snapping their arms or murderously rampaging through Hydra bases or anything. (The stakes here are much, much lower, lol. Which, I guess, is going to prep us for Unbroken, where the stakes will be... Thanos-sized, lol.) I think what makes Lily feel worse, to me, is that she's far more realistic than Jade was. Like, I know girls like Lily irl; thankfully, never met a Jade (phew!). Much like Killgrave, to me, is the scariest Marvel villain, because I've encountered so many men like him in the real world.

The things I dream of doing to Thor would probably get me put on a list if he was a real person and not a fictional character, lol. Unless I'm doing AUs, I tend to stick with canon-pairings, but there is something about the idea of Wanda/Thor that I currently find very appealing, so hopefully, we will see something happen between the two of them. I think they would be adorable. And for some reason known only to my maker, I love making Wanda a little bit horny, lol. In fact, an earlier draft of Unwanted had Pocket referring to her as the Sokovian Horndog after she made some comments about Bucky's body, lol.

Is it weird that I don't plan on having Tony be too involved in this fic, because I feel like giving him a friendship with Major is like him cheating on his friendship with Pocket? That makes no sense whatsoever, lol, but I'm so protective of my girl. I'm like "Yeah, Major, I'll let you fuck Pocket's boyfriend, Bucky, but YOU CANNOT BE FRIENDS WITH HER PSUEDO-BROTHER TONY BECAUSE HE IS HERS!"

Bucky's got some sexy POV in the next sextion (see what I did there? lol) but there's going to be so much more smut in this one than Unwanted. It just feels right, lol.

[torterragarden]

bestie what are your top 5 favorite fighting games? OF ALL TIME.

Okay this one was REALLY hard lol I had to really think about the games that continue to hold a special place in my heart for whatever reason. Also I couldn't put these in any order so yeah

• Soul Calibur 3 - not my first fighting game, but it was the first fighting game where I actually knew what I was doing. I mean I was still a kid so take that with a grain of salt lol but yeah my interest in fighting games really started here. It's too bad Soul Calibur has fallen off so much, but I'll always love the older ones

• Any Dead or Alive game that isn't 6 - okay sorry this is cheating lol, but I have a huge soft spot for DOA and couldn't choose an actual favorite. 6 isn't even bad or anything, just a bit disappointing compared to the others. But yeah I've always found the DOA mechanics fun and interesting and I think they're well put together fighting games that unfortunately never really get the credit they deserve because people always see it as just the Horny game and. Well yeah it's not really beating those allegations tbf. Also I would die for Kasumi

• Mortal Kombat 9 - yeah of course this broken mess of a game was gonna be here lol. This game really reignited my love for MK. For a while MK was my favorite fighting game franchise and this game is literally the reason why, I spent SO many hours in this game it's insane. I can't say it's my favorite franchise anymore but I still love it and I'll always have a special place for this game, it was just fun as fuck. I miss bullying my friends with Cyrax lmao

• Dragon Ball Fighterz - I hesitated to include this one but one look at my dresser reminded me why I couldn't not include it lol. Yeah not much to say this game is just an absolute blast and it introduced me to my wife Frieza and got me into DB in general which actually means it's done me more harm than good now that I think about it

• Marvel vs Capcom 3 - I mean. Come on lmao

[gripefroot]

Ten Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you @nikethestatue 🤠

How many works do you have on AO3? 45

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,358,715

What fandoms do you write for? Oh geez...Lord of the Rings, Dragon Ball, One Piece, ACOTAR, Star Trek, The Hobbit, Marvel, Harry Potter, Sailor Moon...

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but I got salty about the 'update soon' and 'well I don't think this would happen' comments and stopped 😬

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I've had fics show up in other people's compilations on other websites but I don't think they were trying to pass them off as their own. Who knows

Have you ever co-written a fic before? YES, with my very best bestie @bookwyrmsblog

What's your all-time favorite ship? Eh...

What are your writing strengths? I've been told that on occasion, I can make someone laugh

What are your writing weaknesses? Descriptions, pacing, providing hooks, satisfying climaxes, writing the ideal Fictional Man, giving Y/N too much personality, not explaining every little detail for readers that want everything spoon-fed into their dumb little mouths, too many em-dashes

First fandom you wrote for? The Hobbit. I loathe the Tolkien fandom.

[earth2pearl]

Can I have a jegulus fic where they pretend to date so James can make Lily jealous, but then he realizes he’s in love with Regulus but Regulus doesn’t believe him and yeah a lot of angst with a happy ending?

That was a lot and I’m sorry. But please and thank you bestie!! 🫶���

Fake Dating

Chapter 1 — Bad Ideas

Regulus enjoyed admiring James the same way a person marvels at the stars. He watches from a distance, knowing if he got too close he would only get burned. Today was no different. Regulus sat in the back corner of the library, intending to study but losing focus when he noticed the messy-haired boy sitting with his friends. Regulus stared longingly, a spark of jealousy for his brother balling inside him, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn’t fair. Sirius got to get as close as he wanted, immune from James’ burning aura. Regulus desperately wished he could approach him and open the floodgates of his feelings. But Regulus knew James could never like someone like him and decided it was pointless to stay in the library when he had schoolwork he desperately needed to get done. He settled on packing his bag and leaving, refusing to give the man he desperately wanted another glance.

—

James adored the red-headed girl he shared many classes with. She was lovely to be around, had a witty personality, and was selflessness down to her core. James enjoyed her company; plus, his parents would adore her as well. She was sweet when she wanted to be, but also had a bite. James supposed this was what love felt like.

There was only one slight issue: Lily didn’t seem to reciprocate James’ feelings. Not that James would ever force someone into a relationship, that would be awful, but he believed people occasionally need a little nudge.

James had tried many ways to nudge the girl and was quickly running out of ideas. He was brainstorming a new way to ask out Evans when Sirius spoke up interrupting his thoughts.

“Did you hear my darling baby brother is crushing on someone?”

James looked at him quizzically, not sure where this was coming from.

“Since when do you keep up with Regulus?” he asked curiously.

“Doesn’t matter. He’s apparently after his best friend Barty, but that man is so far up Evan’s ass I’m surprised they aren’t a thing yet,” Sirius replied with a grimace.

“Sirius, I’m sure others think the same about you when you’re with Remus,” Peter chimed in, causing the boy Sirius had his head leaned on to snort.

“But Petey dear, I am dating Remus. I get to follow him like a lost puppy,” Sirius declared, throwing in a wink “Anyways, I just thought it was quite funny. He would be the one to fall in love with someone he can’t have.”

—

James was running out of options and fast. He needed to get Evans to like him before the end of the term. It was already 6th year, and she wasn’t budging. James was so deep in thought he didn’t see the boy in front of him, knocking the books right out of his hands, the impact ripping him from the little world in his head.

“I am so sorry I wasn’t paying attention this is all my fault,” James rambled, not looking at the person he ran into, instead bending to gather the things he caused to clatter to the floor.

“You should walk with your eyes open Potter,” Regulus snapped, his usual venom faltering.

“I’m sorry baby Black,” James joked with a smile, handing the items to him.

He was going to walk away but realized Regulus' face had tinted a shade of pink. He blinked a few times, convinced he was imagining things.

“Great, well, I’ll be going.”

Regulus pushed passed James, and the taller man watched as he made his way down the hall and around the corner. James was trying to process what just happened when he got a brilliant idea.

—

Regulus had thrown himself onto his bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he thanked Merlin he had finished his classes for the day. Running into James was a terrible accident, and Regulus wonders if the universe thought it was funny. One second he’s daydreaming about the other man and the next he’s helplessly watching him gather the belongings he knocked out of his arms. And to ice the cake, he had called him baby. Well, ‘baby black,’ but the second word was irrelevant.

James had gotten too close for comfort, and Regulus did not appreciate the lasting burn it left on his body. Usually, he could control his emotions; he had a lot of practice. But when it came to the tall, messy-haired boy Regulus lost his grip. He couldn’t tell if he loved or loathed it.

Once Regulus’ heart began to beat at a normal pace again, the boy gathered his things and headed to the library. His potions essay would not wait for him to get over his crush on a boy he couldn’t have.

—

James paced up and down his dorm, waiting for his friends to return from their last lesson of the day. Soon the barking laugh of Sirius could be heard ascending the stairs and James took a deep breath. A vital part of this plan included the approval of the raven-haired boy.

“Prongs! What are you doing here instead of the pitch?”

“I have an idea, but I need your approval before I go ahead with the idea,” James explained, running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at the other boy, instinctively moving towards Remus who had accompanied him to the dorms.

“And why do you need my approval?” he questioned with a suspicious frown.

“It involves your younger brother.”

A pause in the conversation turned into a long silence, the older Black brother’s face holding a look James rarely saw anymore. He began to fidget even more, scared Sirius would never speak to him again.

“And how exactly does it include him?”

“You won’t like that either.”

“Spill.”

“So, you know how I really, really want Evans to reciprocate my feelings for her? Well, I thought, y’know, since Regulus also seemed to be struggling with getting Barty to like him, we could maybe help each other out?”

“And how exactly could you two do that?” Sirius questioned, anger slipping from his words and replaced with curiosity.

“Wecouldfakedate”

“Prongs I’m going to need you to tell me in English.”

“Regulus and I could pretend to date each other. I’d make Lily jealous and Regulus would make Barty Jealous. It would be perfect.”

Sirius stared at James for a while, his face blank. Slowly a sardonic smile spread across his face, and a barking laugh tumbled out of his mouth.

“I approve, only because he’d never agree to it,” he smugly replied.

James deflated. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

“Sirius-“ Remus interjected, flashing James an apologetic look.

“What? It’s Regulus. He’d never agree to this. Plus, what would my parents say?”

“Sirius…. Regulus doesn’t live with them anymore.”

Both James and Sirius’ heads snapped to look at the amber-eyed boy in disbelief.

“What do you mean Rem?” Sirius mumbled.

“He’s been living with the Rosiers Darling. He left at the end of last year.”

“How the fuck do you know this?”

“Sometimes we have prefect rounds together love. We don’t usually talk but one night he just spilled everything. I thought you knew.”

Sirius looked at the other man, an expression of hurt painting his face before quickly flashing away.

“Oh,” is all he said, leaning his face into the other man’s chest. Remus wrapped his arms around him, whispering an apology to James. James stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself.

“James?” came a muffled voice.

“Yeah, Pads?”

“Just don’t hurt him, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

—

Regulus was in his usual corner, mind lost in the text his eyes scanned. He was so focused he didn’t notice the man that plagued his every moment standing across the table from where he sat.

“Regulus?” he heard, snapping his head up at the familiar voice.

“James?” he responded, completely caught off guard.

“Can we talk? I think I know a way we can help each other out.”

What?

“Potter I highly doubt you could be of any help to me,” he seethed, hoping he would get the hint and go away.

Regulus scoffed when he instead plopped down in the seat he was standing by.

“I heard about your crush on Barty. And I think just about everyone knows I have my eyes on Lily. So-“

“Who told you that?”

“What?”

Regulus had to fight desperately to hold in a laugh.

“That I have a thing for Barty?”

“Oh um, I’m not sure. I'm guessing you don’t then?” James responded, a slight frown painting his face.

Before Regulus could stop himself he spilled the first thing he could think of that would make the other man‘s smile return.

“No, I do,” he blurted with a grimace. “I just need to know who to silence is all.”

James’ bright, sunny smile came back, Regulus feeling it burn into his memory. He loved that smile, and to have it directed at him made him feel lightheaded.

“Perfect. I have a proposition.”

“I’m surprised you know that word.”

“Oh, ha ha. Would you like to hear it or not?”

“Against my better judgment, yes.”

“We could pretend to date to make them jealous.”

It took everything in Regulus not to pull a face, keeping his calm, nonchalant demeanor intact.

Did I hear that right? I’ve lost it. I’ve finally lost my sanity. I’ve gone crazy. There is no way James just asked me to pretend to date him. Am I just a pawn to him? No, he thinks he’s also helping me. It wouldn’t hurt to say yes, would it? I mean… if it’s my only chance to ever experience his burn and not feel the pain, why shouldn’t I take it? This is going to hurt. Fuck it, I’ll deal with that later.

“Okay,” he replied, leaning back into his chair.

“Okay?”

“We can pretend to date.”

James beamed brightly, and Regulus realized just how screwed he was.

—

Chapter 2

I hope you like it so far! Thank you for reading!!

[jockpoetry]

Anon voice for the character ask thing i am inquiring about buckethy barnes

first impression? kind of a tragic little guy eh, i am sure that since he has died i will be no- what's that? he didn't die? more horrors befell him and it was the power of love that brought him back to the surface after being submerged for years? Uh Oh

impression now? insert like 85 betty posts here - he's blade runner he's metropolis he's babygirl he's balls deep in that fucking body four goddamn times a day and the times he's not he's thinking about it

favorite moment? the tws knife flip. we all know the one. sat in a movie theater three times for that movie just because it rewired my brain so intensely

idea for a story? the thing is like. the version of bucky in my head is so much better than anything marvel could do but alas there he is stuck. so there isn't much in the way of stories i would like to see him in. i feel like best summed up would just be i wish we'd had a moment where steve had watched him hungrily and gone god damn bucky i love to watch you work.

unpopular opinion? {heavily redacted} and that's how i feel!

favorite relationship? you already know it's his fucked up little sickly to thickly bestie steven grant

favorite headcanon? it is not a headcanon so much as i have adapted this fic into my worldview of bucky

[p-taryn-dactyl]

C, R, S, T for the ask game

hi! thank you bestie for sending these in :)

C: what character do you identify with most?

tony stark, daniel jackson, and yelena belova. i may not be a genius, billionaire, playboy, or philanthropist but i am sarcastic, have anxiety, and self sacrificing sooo. i love history, occasionally wear my glasses, and like to argue with authority. i was raised from birth to be an assassin- wait no. i just love yelena, my personality and hers overlap so much i could sue marvel for not giving me credit.

R: are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

book author wise, i consider rick riordan to be a heavy influence bc i love his books and how his narration is personal to the point you actually feel like you know his characters like you would a best friend. also, claire legrand. the empirium trilogy was beautiful and the world building was just…wow. i hope that one day i’ll be able to write a book like how she wrote hers bc every page of those books felt like i had traveled to another world. fanfic author wise, i try not to let writers on here influence my style bc i feel like i’m stealing from them but the three authors that I distinctly remember reading a fic of theirs (the very first fics i read when i first got tumblr) are @beautifulbows924 @zafirosreverie and @the-scarlet-witch-22 . i have so many favorite writers on here, many of which are my mutuals, but i have a very vivid memory from each of these writers in which i felt like i was reading a novel while reading their works. i also hope that my fics will one day be as amazing as theirs bc they’re amazing.

S: any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

whatever the hell malec was, bc thats the shit right there. i am a sucker for enemies-to-lovers, hanahaki disease, uhhhh idk if this counts but i love angst fics where two characters are in love with each other but they both think the other isn’t so they flirt/date with other people until one cant take it anymore and like blows up at the other causing them to realize they’re both idiots. MASQUERADE BALLS. Spirk.

T: any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

best friends-to-lovers. i absolutely abhor that trope (unless it’s percabeth). that weird thing where two characters think they’re related after being together but they still love each other so it’s forbidden (i’m looking at you cassandra clare, love ya, but what the heck) sparkly vampires, the whole debate over whether or not the MC should end up with the good or bad boy but the good boy is always a childhood friend and the bad boy rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and says occasionally problematic things. and of course the MC ends up with the bad boy bc he has black hair and blue eyes (this is in no way an insult towards alec lightwood, he is my son)

i couldn’t really think of that many tropes so if there’s one you want to know my opinion about, send it in and i’ll tell you!!

<3

[pookalicious-hq]

hi lovelies, here's my masterlist so some things are easier to find. thanks for all your support mwah <3

GUIDELINES <3

- only sfw stuff please don't ask for smut - TW: i do write about heavy topics such as; depression, anxiety, suicide, etc... for awareness and based off of my own struggles... please take care of yourselves <3

requestables:

- the last of us 1 & 2 (game & series) - arcane - haikyuu - blue lock - jujutsu kaisen - marvel - attack on titan - demon slayer - women's basketball

EVENTS:

˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚ all-japan youth summer games - CROSSOVER AU

arcane

JINX: | ♡ | blue velvet... part of my arcane universe synopsis: two girls trapped within a world full of hate would do anything for eachother. too bad they're both crazy. tags/tw: mentions of mental health illnesses, mention of suicide, blood and gore, mc has split personalities interludes - 0.1 rooftop series: | 1.1 wrecking ball | 1.2 tired of this body. | 1.3 find me |

haikyuu 🏐

MIYA ATSUMU: ‎| ♡ | a( )way... (1400 words) : childhood friends to lovers, unfortunately for both, she got away. how will meeting again after years turn out? tags: timeskip!haikyuu , swearing , kagehina mentioned , chappell roan coded

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SUNA RINTAROU: ‎ | ♡ | defence ... (on going series) : being part of the miya family had its ups and downs. will volleyball be the thing that help her overcome the thoughts overwhelming her ind or will a certain foxed-eyed middle blocker offer solace. tags: coming of age, angsty, underlying mention of depression, mommy issues, childhood friends to lovers, manager!reader - 0.0... prologue - young(ger) - 0.1... sidelines - 0.2... flipped

‎| ♡ | whatever... (600~) : after practice banter tags: implied manager!miyasister!reader

blue lock ⚽

NAGI SEISHIROU: | ♡ | spaces between us ... (on going series): if blue lock was created to manufacture the world's best striker why should this opportunity only be offered to teenage boys? tags/tw: soccerplayer!reader, physical competition, eating disorder mention bestie bachira meguru, graphic description of injuries - 0.0... prologue - 0.1... kill shot - 0.2... rhythm

ISAGI YOICHI: | ♡ | gold rush... (on going mini-series): yoichi can't help but see the girl at his bus stop as a good omen tags/tws: meet-cute , swearing, realistic isagi (this guy doesn't pull any girls tbh), mc eye colour is mentioned but it's part of the plot guys | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 |

women's basketball 🏀

PAIGE BUECKERS: | ♡ | midnight love... (on going series): (Y/n) (L/n), the second-ranked high school recruit nationally, stood just behind basketball prodigy Paige Bueckers. In a surprising turn of events, (L/n) makes a bold decision for her senior year, joining the UCONN Huskies. As the upcoming season looms, (L/n) grapples with the decision to leave the past behind or confront it head-on. Will she be able to move forward, or will the past inevitably catch up with her? 0.- prologue. - .1 - see you again. - .2 - golden. - 3 - white ferrari. - .4 - april

| ♡ | tolerate it... (600 words)

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CAITLIN CLARK: | ♡ | endgame (pt. 2)... (1200 words)

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @goresugars : 💌 - slides this and 5 dollars over TRANSMISSION ENDED / POSITIVITY TRAIN , ACCEPTING .

SALT SALT SALT SALT i am very glad u sent this in let's go ... but first take the fiver back, i would talk about u and ur blog without it

what i like about your blog: honestly, i love the simplicity you have for your entire blog, while still capturing that sort of spooky vibe that matches the majority of your muses. i think it's awesome that you don't need to do anything fancy for your icons, because simple is sometimes better (it's kinda funny every time i say this bc of what my icon psd looks like). and honestly, i can't pass up your url. it's iconic. if any other blogs pop up with "sugars" at the end like yours, i immediately assume it's you, because i think that it's just a part of your brand. for real, rock that brand!

what i like about your character(s): it'd be a bit of a missed opportunity not to mention your own explodey blond boy, deidara. now i have NOT watched much shippuden yet - being away from home has affected that - but the screentime i've seen from him has given me true insight into why you love him as a muse so much. you've talked me through what you've done differently to canon (which is apparently a common occurrence for naruto in general, and i already can see why LOL), showed me his little tics and habits, and i've even had katsuki briefly interact with him as a fellow explodey blond on the other side... i sometimes see posts from you set in the naruto universe with him, and i can't help but marvel at how you've captured his character in a way that does him more justice than kishi did!

and OF COURSE, we HAVE to talk about your ocs. akihiro and katsuki haven't officially interacted on our blogs yet, but we did briefly discuss it in discord, and how aki would just reaffirm katsuki to be as unapologetically himself as humanly possible. which katsuki was going to do anyway, but it helps to have someone in his corner about it LMAO. i love the idea of aki and his band backing up dynamight as a sponsor and supporter, which then leads to collaborative marketing, and from there, katsuki inadvertently becomes a leader in individuality. all through the vkei genre.

then there's the best boy daiki, which we have a whole au where he gets adopted into the bakugou family after he and katsuki got along and katsuki's parents decided to provide some stability... well, as much as you can get in the bakugou household. these two are the best of friends and best of brothers, even when they collide with each other, but that's what makes them so fun to talk about? i just love the entire dynamic we've built for them around that concept. and eventually, daiki is gonna have to drag his adoptive family to meet his extended family in europe, because it's going to be fun watching poor katsuki out of his ELEMENT the entire time.

what i like about you in general: salt, bestie, you are the life of the party. you rock up in my discord like "HEY LOOK" and i sit there bouncing off my walls like a feral cat because you thought about showing me, completely unprompted, and i fucking love it. we just have so many thoughts and so many ideas about katsuki with a bunch of your muses and when the ball's rolling, we're bouncing around like a pinball machine. i know i need to be a lil more consistent with messages but you've been patient with me too and thank you so much for that <3 here's to all the more shenanigans with katsuki and your muses!

[bajuuuu]

I am just going to yoink this right here.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

96,248

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Anything I am into at the moment. But I have fics for BBC Sherlock and Dsmp as well as a bunch of assorted things. Right now I write for Star Trek.

4. Top five fics by kudos

My companion slime (longest fic I’ve ever written at 42k words, Dsmp Karl Jakobs and Charlie Slimecicle centric)

Will it ever stop? (Generation Loss hurt comfort one shot. Made myself tear up when writing this…)

Girl’s night (Star Trek TOS about my favourite gossiping besties Spock and Uhura and some light Spirk thrown in the mix)

the Tpek T-shirt incident (Funny little thing I wrote for the prompt “Jim wearing Spock’s uniform on accident”)

I’m having such a good time I’m having a ball (this thing was supposed to be 3k at most… and then the two idiots refused to talk to each other for almost six additional thousand words!)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to everything I receive! (I don’t get that many comments so it’s really not that hard XD). I love comments! One time a person wrote me a comment that was so sweet I still have it screenshotted and look at it any time I feel sad.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wrote quite a lot of angst but usually I give my poor little characters a happy ending cos I end up caring about them too much. That is decisively not the case with What could have been.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

* Gestures vaguely towards my Johnlock section I think* I wrote endings where the plot gets resolved, the Character’s tension gets relieved… now sure if that’s happy per say??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no. Tho I’d probably just end up blocking it. If you don’t like my stories don’t bloody read them! It’s that easy

9. Do you write smut?

Nope

10. Craziest crossover

I don’t think I’ve ever written a crossover. If you don’t count the unpublished self inserts into Marvel movies I guess

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In the most technical of senses, yes???

14. All time favourite ship

This might change, I am not good at maintaining my opinions, but… Spirk

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have an idea for like a Spirk royal AU where Earth, Vulcan and other species of the federation are now kingdoms on one big planets. Spock is the prince of Vulcan and one day Jim (an orphan from the earth kingdom) gets kidnapped and brought through Vulcan to be traded to someone but he escapes and finds refuge on the king’s castle as a manservant to the king. Shenanigans ensue, the young prince and the errand boy fall in love but in order to marry Jim would have to legally be a Vulcan so he has to go on the quest thing where you survive three (??) days in the Vulcan desert without anything. Also Spock’s dad is categorically against it and tries to prevent the marriage from happening at all.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing and describing scenery

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Mixing plot/dialogue into the scenery description and vice versa. Also actuality writing down my ideas…

(Don’t ask me what happened to the 18, I don’t know. And so I will invent my own Question 18!! Muhahahaha)

18. A fic you’d like more people to know about?

Before the Vulcan Spice tea grows cold, I got quite attached to this little thing when I wrote it :) it’s a Star Trek TOS mixed with Discovery so I get why it has very little reach but I think it’s quite cute :)

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Minecraft. Not MCYT, Minecraft. The game. Yep, I wrote a fic about Minecraft mobs doing the Olimpics…. It had a moral in the end and everything. It’s still out there, on the internet. Has like 10k reads and everything. Technically it’s my most popular fic out there by sheer numbers alone I think… (Tho thankfully not in English)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I love all the stuff I write, (ignore comments from last question XD) no matter what because I believe that all of them got me to how I write now, but from a purely “I like the way this thing is written and the direction I took this plot in” then it has to be My Companion Slime. I re-read it recently and damn, I actually cooked. XD

Tagging: YOU! I want to know about YOUR fics specifically!

Writing Asks

Tagged by @quailfence (thank you!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Fics: 32

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

241,270 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm in a committed relationship with star trek and would never cheat on her

4. Top five fics by kudos

Find Someone To Love You, Heed The Stork, There's Always A Chance, Not Logical, Scars That Never Linger

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

9 Million Green Bottles

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Idk

9. Do you write smut?

No comment

10. Craziest crossover?

N/A but I'm drafting a Tintin/Star Trek AU which may never see the light of day

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Idk

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically but also: no.

14. All time favourite ship?

I mean

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The fucker

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character voice and mimicking specific narrative styles

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

(gestures vaguely at everything)

I frequently find sentences in WIPs which are straight-up unfinished

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Star Wars, I guess

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

She's not published yet... I'm proud of One Million Things To Want and I Know You

Tagging: you, the reader.

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

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Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[its-an-obsession]

Christmas with Him

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Summary: Growing up, the holidays in your family were a big deal. Your parents would spoil you and your sister with gifts or plan extravagant trips where your parents would leave you and Sarina to do your own little thing. After your sophomore year of high school, your parents split up; your father moving to Chicago while you and your older sister lived with your mother in NYC. Now, Christmas isn't such a big deal given the memories behind it. Your best friend - Peter Parker - makes it his responsibility to give you the best Christmas.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Sarina -> older sister's name

Mentions of divorce/parents splitting up

You know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man

Warnings:

long imagine

kinda sad?

Peter Parker x-reader

White flurries fell from the clouds of Manhattan, New York. The snow hit the window to the right of my bed as I sat there. My head sat against the silk pillow with my eyes focused on the small droplets of snow that were melting from the window. I could see people rushing down the street, making their way towards the nearest store for last minute gifts. My mother hadn't even bothered to decorate the house for Christmas, except the occasional candy cane or string lights around the house.

Sarina had taken extra shifts this week to help our mother pay for gifts. Ever since our parents split a little less than a year ago, our mom had been more quiet and reserved. Luckily, she was still showing up to work; spending longer hours at the hospital as a nurse and not just sitting on her ass. The three of us hadn't heard from our father, last we heard was that he began dating some girl much younger than him.

I hummed to the tune of Sedona by Houndmouth, trailing my finger down the droplet of water as it ran down the window. I pushed my glasses up to the bridge of my nose and sat up from the bed, deciding to get out of my room for the first time this morning. Peter Parker - my best friend - had promised that he'd come bye and help me with homework.

Mr. Longingdale - our Chemistry teacher - had decided that it would be a fabulous idea to assign us a shit town of lab work over winter break. Being the wonderful friend he is, Peter stated that he'd be with me every step of the way. In addition to being besties Peter Benjamin Parker, that also came with the knowledge of his alter ego: Spider-Man. It didn't take long for me to accidently encounter who he was truly hiding behind the mask:

[Third Person View: Three years ago]

Y/N sat on the corner of Peter's bed, bouncing a rubber ball on the ceiling beside her. Her feet were propped up against the wall with her legs extended. She let out a heavy sigh, checking the time on her digital watch for about the hundredth time. Peter and her would usually meet one another at either house to do homework or just talk about random stuff. It was Y/N's favorite part of the day given her growing feelings for the boy.

Of course, falling for Peter Parker wasn't rocket science. If it weren't for people judging him for no apparent reason, all the girls would be over the moon for him. Y/N thought he had the perfect personality as well as his brown hair that she loved to play with whenever they'd have their weekend movie nights; mainly consisting of re-watching the Star Wars or Batman movies.

She adored everything about him: the way his nose crinkled up when he shocked himself with his inventions, the way he'd take pictures of anything that caught his eye (mainly her striking smile), and you can't forget how he took care of Y/N. Peter would go out of his to make sure that his best friend was alright. Y/N swung her legs over so the bottoms of her converse hit the carpet.

"Peter where the hell are you?" she muttered with her Y/E/C eyes wandering over the different variety of posters Peter had decorated his bedroom with. She smiled at the sight of a photo of him and her at their middle school graduation. Peter had his hand on top of Y/N's head while she was flipping him off with a smirk on her face.

The high school girl chuckled, remembering how her mother and father had given her a scolding while her older sister thought it was hilarious. Y/N's attention was pulled away from the picture frame at the sudden sound of Peter's window being opened. She rushed towards her backpack, reaching for her pepper spray in the front pocket of her bag. She whipped around with the weapon ahead of her. Y/N turned her head to the left, making sure the spray didn't get in her own eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, Peter Parker - Spiderman - was the stranger. He let out a horrible scream, luckily Aunt May wasn't home. Y/N dropped the pepper spray and stared at her best friend as he clutched the superhero mask to his bright red face. "Oh my god, oh my god," Y/N repeated, "Peter, I'm-" He stumbled and fell onto the edge of his bed, still using the mask to wipe his face. Y/N ran a hand through her hair and knelt down in front of Peter.

She felt her heart beat quicken at the sight of his red eyes. She cursed underneath her breath. Before hopping up from the ground, she told Peter to hold still for a hot second. Y/N ran to the nearest bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets in hopes to find a small bottle of saline solution. She finally found the container and rushed back to where her crush was.

"Tilt your head back," Y/N directed. She set a hand on top of Peter's head and helped him tilt his head back. Peter set a hand on Y/N's hip, pulling her close. She felt her cheeks rise to a light pink color at the feeling of his hand on her hip. Y/N set the drops into his eyes and stepped back. He winced slightly, causing his grip on Y/N's hip to tighten. Y/N bit her lip subtly. Peter let out a shaky sigh of relief, raising up his arm to pat Y/N on the shoulder. Y/N twisted the cap on and set it on the side table.

Y/N breathed heavily, still trying to process what the hell just happened. Peter leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees with his hands in his straight brown hair. Y/N looked around the room and found her water bottle sitting beside her backpack. She picked it up and handed it to him, shooting him an apologetic smirk. Peter thanked her and drank the rest of the water.

"Thanks, Y/N/N," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. Y/N replied with a smile and sat down beside him. An awkward silence settled between the two of them, not knowing what to say. "So, you're Spider-Man? That's new," Y/N spoke and looked up at him. Peter chuckled and shook his head.

He crushed up the water bottle, reaching his arm out to throw it into the trash can. He swung an arm around Y/N's shoulder, bringing her close so her head rested on his chest. "Still don't appreciate you pepper spraying me," Peter said. "Yeah, sorry about that," Y/N replied, chuckling nervously. He shook his head and kissed her on the top of her head.

[Y/N's point of View]

I walked down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen. Sarina stood behind the counter, waiting for her bag of popcorn to finish. The TV across from our kitchen played the morning news, mainly speaking about what Spider-Man had down as well as the weather for the week. I looked around and took notice that my auburn haired sister had somewhat decorated the house.

She had put up stockings with our names embroidered on the top, mine being the green one, hers the red one and our mother's the white one. A small tree had been set up at the corner of the living room with seven presents circling the trunk all in different sizes. I walked over and admired the colorful ornaments. Many of the little decorations were from when my sister and I were younger including some family photos or Christmas cards from relatives.

I was hoping that my mother would be here that way we could go into town, maybe look for some ingredients to make Christmas dinner but of course she was at work. "Morning sleepyhead," Sarina greeted, walking into the living room with a large bowl of popcorn in hand as well as a glass of water. She ruffled my hair and plopped down on the leather couch.

"Nice decorations," I complimented, pointing to the tinsel that hung from the fireplace and the top of the kitchen cabinets. She smiled and shoved a thing of popcorn into her mouth. I grabbed some popcorn before walking into the clean kitchen. "Thanks," Sarina said, "Went this morning. Saw Ms. Parker, she says hi by the way." I smiled and grabbed a bottle of water and an apple.

My older sister set the bowl on the coffee table that had a bunch of holiday magazine's and a lit pine candle. I had never seen the townhouse this festive. It was a nice change especially since we hadn't done the normal traditions in awhile. "Hey, Peter's coming over later. Don't embarrass me," I spoke and sat beside her. "Since when do I ever embarrass you?" she questioned with a raised brow.

"Hmm, let's see," I said and tapped my chin, "When Peter took me to prom, you took pictures of us nonstop, claiming that we were a great couple. When Peter slept over for the first time, you said no funny business in reference to sex. Oh! And when we celebrated New Years last year, you pulled Peter away from me because you thought he was gonna kiss me."

"He was! You didn't see the way he looked at you, dingus!"

I rolled my eyes and bit the red apple. Sarina turned up the volume of the news, setting the TV remote on the arm rest of the couch. My hand rested on top of my chin as I lazily watched the news.

_____

(Time Skip: 6:30 pm)

Peter sat in front of me with our notebooks scattered about my bed. His back rested against the wall, his arms crossed. He tapped his chin with the eraser of his pencil. I huffed in annoyance and laid back with my arms finding their to the back of my head. "I say we just call it quits. Maybe go to Mr. Longingdale? Bring Spider-Man along, scare the shit out of our teacher," I stated.

My bestfriend whipped his head to me with his brows raised, his pencil away from his face. Peter sent me a look and shook his head in disagreement. "Tough crowd," I said, sitting up from my bed. Peter let out a sigh and closed his notebook. He set it into his backpack then grabbed his phone from the side pocket of his bag. I rummaged through my dresser to find a sweatshirt.

"Bingo," I muttered, finding my favorite black sweatshirt.

"Hey, you wanna go to the tree lighting downtown?" Peter asked, "They've got a bunch of cool food trucks coming. Your favorite grilled cheese place is gonna be there." I shrugged my shoulders and slipped the sweatshirt over my head. I pulled my hair out from underneath the collar.

"Not the answer I was hoping for," Peter said, going back to look at his phone. I pushed the desk chair underneath my desk and took a sip of my water. "Why don't you wanna go? It used to be your favorite thing to do when we were kids," he said. "I just-I don't wanna go, Pete," I said, shrugging. His brown eyes followed my figure as I hopped on my bed with my phone in hand. I ignored his gaze and flipped through Pinterest.

Without warning, Peter reached over and yanked my phone out of my grip. He stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket, jumping off the bed causing the books to fly off. "What the hell! Peter!" I exclaimed. I lunged forward to grab my phone from his pocket, but he was faster. He swiftly took ahold of my wrist and pulled my arm back. "We are going to that tree lighting whether you like it or not," Peter said.

He let go of my arm and slipped his arms through the straps of his green Jansport backpack. "Put something nice on, I'll be waiting downstairs," Peter said as he walked towards the door, "Hurry it up, sunshine." He closed the door from behind him. I groaned and walked towards my closet, opening it up to check what I had to wear. After many outfit changes, I finally decided on a brown sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans and my favorite pair of white Keds.

I walked downstairs with my black purse hanging from my shoulder. Peter sat on the couch, flipping through some website on his phone. He looked up and smiled at the sight of me. "Well don't you look presentable," Peter said, hopping up from the couch, stuffing his phone into the pocket of his collared jacket. "Oh, shut up," I replied, grabbing my black beanie from the coat rack.

"Can I have my phone back?" I asked.

"Of course, sunshine," he said, handing me my phone.

I set my phone into the pocket of my purse. My best friend made sure that I locked the front door before walking towards the event. Memories upon memories flooded over me as we arrived at the Christmas Tree lighting. I withheld the wash of emotions, not wanting to relive the memories. Peter knew about what happened, but he never knew how hard it hit me.

Coming back here just brought back memories I didn't want to think about. I forced a smile, looking at the people that migrated around different holiday themed food trucks. Peter removed his arm from my shoulder to connect our hands. He brought me over to a hot chocolate stand. "Two hot chocolate's please," he ordered, setting a ten dollar bill onto the counter. The women smiled at him and began creating the drinks.

"Go stand over there, I'll be right over," Peter said, pointing to a seating area. I nodded in response and strolled over to a brick wall that surrounded a couple of thin decorated trees. Goosebumps rose on my skin at the feeling of the cold concrete hitting me. That hot chocolate sounded really good right about now. I sniffled from the cold and set my hands in between my legs, regretting not wearing any winter gloves.

My eyes watched as the little kids had the time of their lives with their parents. A young girl with curly hair ran in front of me, heading towards her father with opened arms. I smiled at the two and turned to look away before my tears from earlier made their appearance. "One hot chocolate madam," Peter said in a posh accent, "With extra, extra marshmallows just how you like it."

I thanked him with a smile and grabbed the warm drink from him. My smile stayed on my face at the feeling of the beverage warming me up. Peter glanced at me, smiling when he noticed me softly grinning (GIF Above). Again, my eyes found their way over to a happy family, swinging their kid back and forth with their hands gripping their little girl. I quickly wiped away a tear with the back of my hand in fear that Peter saw.

Unfortunately for me, he did.

"You okay?" Peter asked. He nudged my shoulder, careful that he wouldn't knock my drink over. I hummed in response and looked at him. "Are you okay?" he repeated. Peter raised a brow when I nodded, he didn't believe me. I turned back and waited till they lit up the tree which would happen in about a minute or so.

"Y/N/N?" Peter questioned.

He waved a hand in front of my face and caught me staring into space. I looked up at him. "Tell me what's wrong. You're scaring me," he said. I wiped away another tear, taking the last sip of my drink. Peter waited till I answered. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the announcer welcoming everyone to the tree lighting.

Everyone around Peter and I began clapping. "Thank you to everyone who came tonight. Lighting the Christmas tree had always been my favorite tradition, and I hope it is yours too," the women said, "If everyone could stand up and count to three with me."

The crowd of family's obeyed her statement. Peter and I stood up from the small brick wall. He gazed at me, expecting me to take my attention away from the announcer to answer his inquiry. "Three, two!" the large friendly group called slowly, "One!" Suddenly, the tall bushy Christmas tree lit up with bright colors cascading from the top of the tree to the bottom.

Everyone cheered and clapped at the beautiful sight. I felt my heart clench, remembering how my father would set me on his shoulders to get a better look at the tree. Peter let out a small sigh as he connected the dots. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the community area. He squeeze my hand in a reassuring manner. Once we were away from the large crowd of people, he threw his arms around me, bringing me close to his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, lingering for a moment before pulling away. I looked up at him with my chin resting on his chest. "I'm sorry, I knew you wanted to be there," I said. Peter tucked a strand of hair behind my hear. He smiled when I leaned my head closer to his palm. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that you're alright," Peter said. I smiled and rested my head against his chest again. He tightened his grip on me, not wanting to let go.

"I love you, Y/N," Peter said.

"Love you too, Peter."

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[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

I’ve been rewatching Chuck to see if it’s as good as I remember and it isn’t… turns out it is BETTER. And I’m in season 4 and just finished “Chuck versus the Impossible Seduction” the first episode after they finished the Volkoff stuff (or rather the elder Volkoff stuff) and I thought this episode was great_ no slouch! No drop in quality! Then I googled it and saw that someone at the AV Club site gave it a C minus?!?!?!?!

And I thought to myself- do I need to post everything that was great I’m this episode? Yes I do! Will I do this for every episode of Chuck I watch going forward? It’s a possibility!! (Maybe not season 5- really took a dip in quality, AND THAT ENDING- GRRRRR). Did I just watch the episode of Scrubs where Turk’s attending is a question talker? Yes I did. Is it fun to do? Y’all it really is.

Moments that were the best or cute/funny/awesome in Chuck versus the Seduction Impossible”

The fluff of team Bartowksi all at Ellie and Awesome’s with baby Clara. Like I know that Chuck and Sarah and Casey are freaking out but this is such great fluff, like this is so sweet and IT IS CANON!! Like there are some shows like Teen Wolf/Marvel stuff that I really like more as fics than the actual content cause the fics they can be sweet and take care of each other and this is so important and yet there is never time for it in actual content. Like in real life, life is garbage- I want to see my fictional people happy dammit! Like Chuck and Ellie’s mom is there and it is ALL SO CUTE!

The music that starts whenever Morgan is giving Casey “news”. Like I love they did more with those two, it’s an unlikely pairing that really paid off.

Mama (Grandmama!) Bartowski offers her veil to Sarah if she would want to borrow it. Like I know they were undercover together briefly but still it’s sweet.

Ellie protesting someone that Devon brought up who had a beige themed wedding (which… what) prompting him to say “you know; something old, something blue, something borrowed, something beige”.

General Beckman’s long pause when the team calls her on the monitor and she has a drink in her hand.

Subsequently, her sliding the bottle out of frame (this is really a great episode for the general tbh).

Roan is captured by an all-girl army, and they wear maroon berets and blue camo outfits- it may not sound like much but they are SO CUTE. My useless bi ass is simping so hard over Fatima this episode.

Chuck over packing in anticipation of a “shoot-dance mission”.

Chuck and Morgan remain the most wholesome besties ever, going over his problems in massage chairs in the Buy More.

Morgan’s very specific picturing what Chuck eloping would be like.

Part of what makes Chuck so adorable- he will run forward blindly with Morgan’s advice literally without a second thought (like Chuck, you’re in the desert; don’t say no to water).

Roan describing team Bartowski approaching him blindfolded as “two women… and a large man”.

How did Roan not think that Beckman would put a tracker in the watch she gave him!

Seriously, Fatima. Holy hell.

Okay I went and looked it up- Fatima is being played by Lesley-Ann Brandt. She is so stunning it’s unreal.

Alex doing a Casey-worthy growl when she finds out that Morgan told Casey to get in touch with Kathleen.

Casey under the bed as Roan and Fatima are on the bed- yes Chuck has done this but before but it never fails.

Chuck’s “but nothing I said no…woman” and Sarah’s shocked face right after. It’s like Chuck, you sneezy baby lamb.

Chuck and Sarah in a dungeon with Roan.

Sarah: “Are you calling me a ball and chain?!” Chuck: “There’s a ball and- there’s an ACTUAL ball and chain. Do you not see this on the ground attached to my leg!”

Everyone’s reaction at Casey planning to seduce one of the guards.

Casey epically failing at seducing the guard (seriously, NEVER use the word hearty. Don’t do it. Unless you’re describing soup).

Chuck: “Oh God, he’s gonna charm her”. Roan: “Tranq and explode, Casey! TRANQ AND EXPLODE!!”

Casey: “I’m rescuing you. Shut up!”

Roan: “This has been- a debacle!”

Casey asking them to tell Morgan he’ll be back in a week or so (yes technically Morgan is his Buy More boss but still love their odd couple friendship)

General Beckman and Roan sitting at opposite ends of the same table in Castle staring each other down, with Sarah and Chuck sitting in the middle like awkward middle schoolers at the dinner table.

Chuck attempting to excuse himself and Sarah and is cut off at the KNEES by General Beckman’s “SIT. DOWN.”

Chuck’s feeble “sitting down, ma’am”.

Roan being sent to work in the Buy More, with the old folk song “Sixteen Tons” playing in the background.

Roan describing his Buy More shirt as the “chafe of stylelessness”.

Everything about the 80s flashback.

How tiny Beckman is next to Roan

Chuck: “Beckman was a dirty blonde?” Roan: It was the 80’s. Everything was dirty blonde”.

Morgan calling Casey… while he is stuck in a wall (“of course you are” Morgan responds upon being told this).

Casey abruptly hanging up after Morgan tells Casey he’s there if he needs someone to talk to.

Roan: “You need to create an… erotic atmosphere”. Chuck: “Like a sexy situation?” Roan: “Yes, but… don’t say it like that”.

Sarah’s belly dance….. good god almighty, Sarah’s belly dance.

Seriously, that Chuck was able to snap out of it watching that…

Chuck admits to trying the same thing, “not nearly as well!”

Sarah stalking off to change after Beckman calls, her outfit still shimmying from side to side as Chuck rambles that of course he doesn’t want her to change into something else!

The next scene shows them with Beckman in Castle- with Sarah wearing the highest turtleneck imaginable.

Fatima on a throne surrounded by her badass girl army.

Casey being all too prepared to cut his arm off.

Grandmama Bartowksi telling baby Clara a story about a mission with Ellie listening. “Grandma was on a mission. Can you say mission?”

Sarah admitting she doesn’t want a big wedding cause she has no one on her side to invite.

Which - I object to Sarah needing someone to walk her down the aisle. She is giant blonde she-male Sarah motherfucking Walker!

Casey telling Chuck to step to the left, “other left, idiot”.

Casey successfully shooting four people… through a wall.

General Beckman saving Roan from what looked like a mile away - “DUCK!”

The adorable ness of Roan and Beckman out together.

Beckman has her hair down! I repeat, General Beckman has her hair down! And she looks quite lovely.

Seriously this is such a good General Beckman episode- two great quotes in the span of two minutes, “Roan, you NEVER run away from a general” and the her flirty “I have high hopes for Morocco tonight”. Get it, girl!

Casey seeing that Alex’s mom has got a new partner who is taking Alex and Morgan out to dinner.

Casey being a mensch about it- “Good for you, Kath”. I love the Casey has a daughter storyline so much!

Love Ellie and Mary’s talk; although there really was very little time where Ellie has not been in the dark “I made Chuck quit the CIA” are you sure about that?

Does she find out again? I actually don’t remember.

Ellie asks about the agent who Mary was telling the story about earlier- “he was a big romantic. And the greatest husband that there ever was”. My heart!

Chuck and Sarah being cuties at the end ♥️

Lol this was way too long and excessively detailed and I’m amazed it didn’t get deleted as three times my cat came to stand on my chest to clean my face for me… but Chuck is an amazing show that needs more love

[hinatas-sunshine]

Impulse

Request: can we get goshiki, lev and yamaguchi with a reader who just got a tounge piercing 👉👈? i feel like they'd be very interested in piercings in general and think they're super cool. - @ashbadushy

Genre: Fluff!

A/N: This is my first writing since I came back so I’m a little rusty! Stick with me, I’ve also never had anything but my ears pierced so 😃

Goshiki:

• Most Definitely, 100% Tendou’s Idea

• You and Tendou were like two pea’s in a pod, and once you met Goshiki it was THREE

• Was a little upset you hid it from him

“Why aren’t you talking to me?”

• The poor boy was simply just wanting you to talk to him 💔

“Whatttt, I am!”

“Why is your tongue shining?”

• You and Tendou both automatically looked off

“I hate it when you two keep secrets from me! Please I want to know!”

• You stuck your tongue out while your boyfriend marveled at the little pearl ball on your tongue

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes”

• He frowned a little but inspected it some more

“Do you like it?”

• He looked a little confused by your question

“I think it’s so cool!”

• You knew he meant it too, and you also knew that if he didn’t, it would break your heart a little no matter how much you loved it

• Tendou nodded and smirked at Goshiki

“Okay lover boy, toodaloo me and bestie have some more Piercing shopping to do!”

• Goshiki swore up and down he was gonna get a matching tongue piercings

• Chickened out

“I swear he grabbed my tongue like it was a piece of meat!”

Lev:

• king of obliviousness

• Though he’s so nosey he didn’t notice your piercing no matter if it was during lunch, you sticking your tongue out at someone, or even just speaking to him

• At this point you assumed your boyfriend just knew?

“Woah what’s on your tongue?!”

• Everyone raised an eyebrow at him

• You slowly stuck your tongue out for him to see

“WOAH! Look at you!”

“I’ve had this for 3 months”

• His face dropped

“You never told me!?”

• *now everyone was just plain staring at him blankly*

• Though now that he knows he will always ask to see it

“Can I see it y/n!”

“Lev I’m eat-“

• Will forcefully push your cheeks together and watch your tongue stick out, thinks it’s the funniest thing to ever exist

• Things are good until-

“Y/n, If you don’t stop lev from getting a tongue piercing to surprise you, I’ll scream.”

“Actually Kenma I want to see what you sound like when you’re loud so go ahead, why can’t he get one?”

“I don’t want to see your giraffe boy walk around with his tongue out”

• As if planned your boyfriend walks in placing a pearl like candy on his tongue

“Sho y/n wa ya fink?”

• To be fair you knew he meant “so y/n what do you think?” - it’s not the first time he’s had muffled speaking to you

• You wouldn’t understand how many times he would try to speak to you with his face planted on the ground

• You smiled at him

“Nice but if you get a tongue piercing I won’t be able to kiss you-“

• His tongue was back in his mouth

“Fine I guess your right, there’s only room for one of us to have a tongue piercing”

• still is so sweet though, will 100% always brag that his girlfriend is so cool

“Yeah my girlfriend had a tongue piercing” 😃

“You told us, and I know her idiot”

• Kenma was tiring of hearing abt it

Yamaguchi:

• Your sweet sweet boyfriend KNEW how impulsive you were

• Especially with Tsukishima’s snarky smirk 😐

“Y/n is too much of a weakling to Pierce her tongue”

• And that’s how you ended up dragging Your boyfriend and his snarky best friend to a tattoo parlor

• your boyfriend was a nervous wreck while Tsukki stayed stoic as ever

• You silently approched yamaguchi and Tsukki after paying - and you three walked out

“I knew Y/n wouldn’t go through with it”

“Tsukki! She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.”

• You stopped in your tracks and stared at Tsukki before sticking your tongue out at him

• Oh how you wish you could capture his expression

• Your boyfriend on the other hand

“That’s So Cool Y/n!!”

• Yamaguchi made sure you took care of yourself after you piercing

“Y/n you have to rinse your mouth after lunch so nothing happens to your tongue!”

“Y/n no spicy foods! Wait until your healed!”

• He hated not being able to kiss you for awhile but he stuck to the simple forehead kisses

• He thinks your tongue piercing is actually Cool and is his favorite impulse thing you’ve ever done

• Will always ask how you’re feeling about it because he knows your a little insecure about having it sometimes

“I think it looks nice - we should go buy some new piercing for it!”

• Definitely encourages you to get different piercing because he loves seeing you wear different stuff

“I have a weak stomach y/n don’t change your piercing in front of me!”

[sparks-joy-imagines]

congrats, besties! could i please get a sfw nanami with 4 (from kiss)? thank you so much and have a nice day!

hello bestie✨ thank you so much for participating and this adorable request🥰 hope you like how it turned out and have a nice day yourself - mesu.

Nanami Kento x reader

Kiss

4. hand

You bit your lips as you inspected your outfit critically once more in your mirror. Tonight was a special occasion after all. The jujutsu schools had arranged for another exchange event which was to be celebrated with a masquerade ball tonight and you were asked to chaperone together with some other jujutsu sorcerers to which you happily agreed albeit you weren’t quite too sure if you were supposed to chaperone the students or their white-haired giant of a teacher.

Shaking your head a little you absentmindedly reached for the white velvet mask that had been sent to you this very morning. By a secret admirer, or so the note it had been accompanied by had promised. You rolled your eyes. You didn’t know who had come up with it but every member of the faculty, students and teachers alike, had received a package with a mask. Your note promised an unforgettable night which was supposed to climax with the reveal of the admirer’s identity which you were quite certain would turn out to be a disastrous pun. It was a cute idea, and you were more than ready for a night of make believe since you hadn’t seen Nanami in what felt like weeks ever since he decided to take a break from jujutsu sorcery.

Once it was almost time for the ball to begin, you grabbed your essentials and hurried off to the venue. As soon as you arrived, you found yourself surrounded by masked people all around. You stepped beside Shoko who was clad in a marvellous gown which was accentuated by the black mask covering her upper face.

“Fancy seeing you here Shoko,” you winked.

“Didn’t expect you to be so punctual, (Y/N),” Shoko replied.

You merely shrugged and took a good look around. Most people had already assembled around the snacks and drinks and the atmosphere was chatty. You took a deep breath and frowned as you didn’t catch sight of the one person you were looking forward to meet. You had especially inquired if he was still invited as a former alumni, but were unsure if he’d even follow the invitation.

Shoko put a hand on your shoulder and shot you a knowing look, “He’ll be here soon enough, not to worry.”

You nodded absentmindedly, took a drink from a waiter, only to down it in a second and put it back.

Shoko sighed beside you and hummed, “Anyway.. how come you’re wearing a white mask? Weren’t they all supposed to be black?”

Before you could reply, the voice that sent chills down your spine every time it reached your ears sounded behind your back, “Oh that’s because I made sure that only the two of us would match tonight.”

“Nanami!” You spun round instantly, eyes widening as you took Nanami in. He was wearing a bespoke white suit which had to be new as you had never seen him in it before. The slightest curl of his lips suggested he was happy to see you again and you noticed that he was indeed wearing the same white velvet mask you were.

You wanted to scream and shout, really anything that would convey the stress and subsequent relief that he had caused you within the last weeks, but you were frozen in place.

You were too perplexed to even respond when Nanami bend down to reach for your hand. brushed a kiss on your hand in greeting, the contact lasting way longer than necessary. It seemed a millennia before Nanami straightened his posture again, seeking your gaze.

“I’m really sorry to let you wait, (Y/N). Let me make it up to you?”

Feeling Shoko gently pressing your arm in encouragement before she turned to leave, you nodded mumbling something about it depending on what he had planned as an apology.

Nanami smiled softly, “Well, why don’t we start with a dance first? Do me the honour?”