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[leggerefiore]

for a request what about various villains reacting to a subordinate of theirs (could be an admin or maybe just a grunt or something) having a crush on their s/o? (I love your writing!)

cw: jealousy, misunderstandings

characters: Cyrus, Maxie, Archie, Guzma

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Saturn had appeared to be in a strange mood lately. Cyrus usually would not pay attention to such things, but whatever had happened to the commander was clearly leaking into his job. Something lingered on his mind and slowed his movements while working in the lab or delivering paperwork to him. Entering the break room area, he caught Saturn typing away on his phone. His mind really was elsewhere. Eyes glanced at the screen to see a text discussion unfolding. The name of the recipient was something too affectionate for his tastes. The commander jumped when he noticed Cyrus standing behind him. His phone was hidden away in his pocket as he turned to face his boss. Cyrus cleared his throat. “… You have seemed distracted lately,” he was not sure how else to phrase it, “I am not going to dictate your private affairs, but I ask that they not affect your work performance.”

☄️ Saturn nervously fidgeted with his shirt's collar. His gaze was averted from the intense one of his boss. Swallowing dryly, he spoke in reply, “I apologise, Master Cyrus. I… I understand this is most important. A friend from my past suddenly got in touch again.” A dusting of colour spread across his cheeks. The words would have meant nothing otherwise to the Galactic Boss, yet they felt strange when he recalled what his partner had told him recently. They had seemed as enamoured with their phone just as Saturn had. He did not mind – He had been busy as of late. It was good they had stopped themselves from being lonely without him around. Coincidences did happen, but Cyrus could not believe in such a thing.

☄️ Your name left his lips unconsciously. Saturn's eyes blew up large. His surprise was more than written across his face. “… D-Do you know them, too?” he was in disbelief about the luck of his boss also knowing his friend. Saturn's heart raced. It was highly inappropriate to engage his boss in information about you. Even if he wanted to grow closer to you and eventually start a relationship. Really, how did Cyrus know you – It made no sense! He braced himself. Though this might tank his ranking in his boss's mind, he truly needed help. “Ah, can I ask where you think a good place to confess something to them would be?”

☄️ Cyrus went dead still. Saturn seemed impossibly small before him. Their eyes did not meet. His words were caught in his throat. His nervous demeanour, the name of the person in his phone, confessing something… His fist clenched. Feelings, writhing and painful, hit him all at once. Saturn was an important asset to him. Whatever he wanted to do could not be acted upon. Still, however, he wanted to stop this immediately before it became anything bigger than it needed to. His posture was straightened. “… They are my significant other,” the words left him far easier than they usually did, “What do you need to confess to them? I can pass it along, if you would prefer.” Saturn went into shock, preceding that.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader was guilty of micromanaging. Very guilty. He had a certain obsession with orderliness and perfectionism that might drive most mad. Tabitha was one who could handle the pressure and crunch. His determination and dedication were plain to see. Maxie appreciated that. But, lately, something had seemed odd. The usual output he expected from him was not met. His behaviour was odd, too. Distant and unreachable. Maxie had sought to address it, which is why he had asked for Tabitha to come to his office. “… Is everything alright with you?” The question felt strange to ask, “I've noticed that your output has changed recently.”

🪨 Tabitha shifted uncomfortably. Part of him had expected the question to come, yet another wished it had not. He had been distracted lately. His mind simply worked against him. This strange person had been encountered by him many times on his way back to the Magma Hideout. He worried about their intentions since they hung outside rather frequently. Yet, something had begun to change the more they talked. It continued on and on. His heart raced. He was not sure on how to handle this. “I'm fine,” he began, then thought over his words again, “Well, it is not anything that is related to Team Magma if that's your concern.”

🪨 Then, Maxie's phone began to ring. He grew slightly flustered by it and quickly pressed to reject the call. A name was mumbled. Tabitha's attention was piqued. That name… He knew that name. Was it a coincidence? That was not a grunt's name as far as he was aware. “… You know, I have an acquaintance by that name,” Tabitha inquired, “I plan on meeting them later today, actually. Is it alright if I leave around four?” Maxie blinked at him. His eyes landed back on his phone. “… Please, it's… important to me. I wish to discuss something about our relationship.”

🪨 Maxie pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Why was this happening? You had just sent him a text saying that you were meeting up with a friend today. He was not an idiot, and it was plain what was happening. Tabitha clearly did not have a clue himself. The admin was not the type to profess his love for his boss's partner to his face. Whatever upset and anger he felt was pushed down. There was no need for that. “… Hmmrph, yes, that was my significant other who called,” Maxie hoped he would pick up on this without having to say it, “Actually, they just texted me that they would be something this evening, too. How interesting.” Tabitha's eyes shot wide. Words were not spoken. He then politely excused himself.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 The Aqua Leader would not claim to be the smartest guy. Not at all. But he could tell when things were off among his crew. Shelly was acting strange. The words to describe what was different were hard to find, but he could tell. Normally, he probably would have left it alone. There were times when she acted a little off but seemed to snap back out of it before he realised it. This time, it lingered. He caught her just as she was about to head out of the hideout. Her Aqua uniform was done away in favour of normal clothing. Her phone was quickly tucked away into her pocket. “Going somewhere?” he tilted his head, “No, wait, that doesn't matter – Are you feelin' okay? You have been kind of odd lately.”

💧 Shelly barely reacted to his words. She was more than used to whatever came from Archie. Though, it was a bit astonishing that he had noticed even such a subtle thing. His care for the members of Team Aqua was something. It was a reason why she had decided to believe in him and his dream. “Lately, I've noticed that there's a person on the beach near here,” she decided that telling him a bit of the truth would not hurt, “They seemed lonely at first, so I ended up talking to them.” Archie nodded along, listening to her words carefully. She had unconsciously begun to twirl a strand of hair around her finger as she spoke. “Hmm…” she closed her eyes, “I don't know, really. I made plans to go out and meet them at the department store to hang out.” Something about that felt familiar to Archie, but he could not recall why.

💧 Then it hit him. Your name left his lips. Shelly shot him an incredulous look. It was plain to see that she had not expected that name to leave his mouth. “Oh, did you chat with them, too?” she asked. They had been hanging out nearby. Archie probably had a common moment of friendliness and talked with them. But, she felt his shocked expression to be odd. It made her truly wonder what his connection to them could be. “… Hey, did they happen to say anything about me?” she asked, genuinely curious about the topic, “You know… They are kind of cute. They didn't mention a partner or anything, did they?” Shelly hated the slight insecurity that pierced her when it came to them. Offence suddenly washed over her when Archie began laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach.

💧 He felt a bit bad. It was fairly obvious what Shelly's feelings were here, but he did not think that he almost had the heart to tell her the truth. Granted, it might save her embarrassment from being in public, at least. “… Well, they did mention you a little,” that was the truth. Archie had been happy to hear that you befriended an admin of his. You getting along with his crew was great, after all. Apparently, a little too well. He could not get upset or angry. These things did happen, sometimes. “As for them havin' a partner,” Archie scratched the side of his beard, “Yeah, they do. It's me.” Shelly's expression became something scary. “They were waiting on me to finish so we could go on a date,” he continued, “Are you alright?” She nearly walked herself into the nearby body of water, but Archie grabbed her.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The Team Skull Boss would not really admit that he liked to get into his members' business too much. They all had their own issues that brought them all together here, after all. If they did not want to talk, it was fine. One that he usually did try to step in or just had a silent understanding with was Plumeria. The two just seemed to get each other. That was why they even had come together to manage Team Skull. He felt odd seeing her quiet or lost in her own world. It did not really fit her. He caught her sipping on a Tapu Cocoa with a distant look in her eyes at one of the tables in Po town. He sighed as he sat down across from her. “Something up?” Guzma could not read her mind in the end, he guessed.

□ Plumeria's gaze drifted to him as she gave a non-committal shrug at first. Then, she took another sip. Guzma honestly felt a bit awkward. She let out a sigh when he did not leave soon after. Really, the pink haired woman had been hoping to avoid this. These feelings… She wished they would just leave. Like Guzma. She was above this. He remained like they remained. Like a toxic sludge in her veins. “I'm fine, Guzma,” she spoke, hoping to appease him. His arms just crossed. He could see right through her, after all.

□ Guzma's partner… Why did they catch her eye like that? She was not stupid. They were obviously completely enamoured by Guzma. The two were almost inseparable whenever they were together. Though, the moments when she caught sight of them alone made her stomach twist and turn. A bright smile at her while the moon caught them under its light. She felt horrible. Guzma needed something nice. You were just that. The Skull Boss still gazed at her. “… Your partner is hot,” she had no idea where she was going with this. He only cocked a brow up at her words. Her return to complete silence afterwards hit him hard. His mouth fell open, and his eyes shot wide.

□ “Oh, oh – OH,” Guzma realised. He could not even be upset at her. It was clear she disliked it. He got it, though. Out of anyone, he got it. His partner was great. He felt his hand tangle in his hair to scratch at his head. You were nice to his group. Your kindness naturally was an appealing trait to everyone. It was not a common thing they were greeted by. Plumeria's grip on her mug almost seemed strong enough to break it. “Nah, hey, it's okay,” he reassured her, “It's nothing big.” She was not comforted by his words still. Guzma felt bewildered on what to do. A crush on you… Well, he was not going to just let her date you, but he was not going to get snappy at her. Plumeria placed the mug down after a few more moments and strolled away. This would probably come up again later.

[fluffysucker]

Battered and Bruising.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You received a distressing phone call.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Also I'm very bad at describing places. Please forgive me. Hope it's clear to picture.

Main Masterlist

You couldn't sit still. You kept squirming and fuzzing in the taxi's seat. You were sure the driver was giving you dirty looks, afraid you would wear down the material of his vehicle. But you couldn't care. You were close to biting your nails off. You were so worried. Anxiety filling your body like the darkness of the sky at midnight. Tension running through your muscles and veins like water in oceans.

It was supposed to be a normal day. just like any other.

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you closer than you were already. Sweet words filling your ears with your boyfriend's sleepy voice.

You lived for mornings like this, which is why you wouldn't be able to recall the last time you woke up alone in bed. It was either your place or his. A drawer in each of your dressers is now officially dedicated to the other's stuff. Pieces of each of you were spread at each other's homes. Because you became each other's home. Bucky was itching to ask you to move in together, but he was waiting for the right time.

After the blissful morning you shared together at Bucky's place with breakfast and your joint getting-ready routine, you left to start the day. It was a big bonus that both of your workplaces were separated by a wall. It gave you both a lot more time to spend together. Not only did you get to arrive and leave together, but you also got the chance to sneak in and see each other whenever you liked. You were lucky.

The minute you stepped in, you had so many things to do. Customers were following your tail as you walked in. Your business was growing, and you could never complain. As the day carried on, you got busier and busier. However, that didn't stop you from checking the time every now and then, so you didn't miss it. You would be sad if you did.

So when it reached five o'clock, you were throwing your apron off and leaving the restaurant. Ten minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

You opened the gym's door and greeted MJ, who will be taking on the receptionist role since Peter was going with them tonight. You reminded yourself to stop by and drop off some food for her in a couple of hours. Maybe even a dessert.

Once you walked into the main area, your eyes were scanning the place for the person you came for.

"He is the locker room." You turned around as you heard Sam's voice.

"We could have left an hour early, but he refused. I wonder why." The smirk on Sam's face was big. Of course, he knew why Bucky didn't want to leave earlier than he told you.

"Have a good day, Sam." You walked towards the locker room with a smile on your face.

Bucky and the others had their own locker rooms other than the ones for the regular gym attendees. It was the one in the very back. Bucky chose it for privacy reasons. And since you got together, he had been enjoying this choice more and more.

As you were about to knock on the door, it was opened by Steve, who was walking out. A smirk, just like Sam's, found its place on his face as he saw you. Both men enjoyed watching their best friend being so head over heels in love, who was making them all wait for you because he never wanted to see the somber look on your face like he saw it once when he left before you stopped by. Never again. Everything could wait for you.

Steve stepped aside, letting you get in, and closed the door to give you both the time you needed.

Your boyfriend had his back to you as he was zipping up his duffle bag. But your sugary perfume and the smell of hours of cooking made him turn around. He would never miss your unique scent. the one that put him at ease and soothed his being.

"Hey, princess." He started walking towards you, and you met in the middle.

"Hey, you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

"All ready?" You asked, keeping your arms around him.

"Yeah. Did the final training. Had a shower. Got everything I needed. We are ready to go." His arms were around your waist now.

"You are going to be so great. You are always the best." You gave him another peck.

"Just want one last thing." You looked at him, ready to help with whatever he needed.

"My good luck." Bucky easily lifted you up of your feet, kissing you passionately.

This is your routine now. Whenever Bucky had a fight, you would show up and wish him good luck before he left. He hadn't lost one since.

You were happy with this routine. Bucky was still strongly against you ever watching him fight; while you disagreed, you knew it was his choice, and you respected that. So you enjoyed whatever he gave you.

In return, Bucky let you in more. He brought you to some of the team gatherings and hangouts. He wasn't surprised when your sweet self managed to win all his friends over. They loved you. Who could ever meet you and not love you? Bucky certainly wasn't the one to answer this. And you loved them. Your ability and capacity to love everyone didn't exclude the rough people he thought of as family.

While he refused to let you anywhere near the brutality he called a job, Bucky learned to compromise. So he started opening up. He started telling you about his days, fights, and sometimes opponents more. He knew you worried a lot about him and about the stuff he never shared. So he was trying to find common ground. And if wishing him good luck before every fight was going to put your mind in the littlest of ease, Bucky could do that.

And that was the last time you saw him for the day.

Bucky told you pits and pieces about his opponent today, but nothing much. All you knew was that Bucky was training hard, and he spent lots of late nights at the gym. Some nights, you would close your restaurant and then join him and watch as he trained. Any support you could provide him with, you weren't going to hesitate. even as little as keeping his company.

Your worry about his well-being during the fights was growing each time. It grew with your love for him. And you were madly in love with him.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting your emotions under control while you went from recipe to recipe and from dish to dish as you waited for Bucky's text.

Another thing Bucky picked up doing to help ease your nerves was texting you right after the fight. Usually, he would tell me that he was fine and what he was doing after. Whether he was staying and going to Nat's bar or coming back to you, You only joined them in the after-fight victory parties a number of times. Usually, only when the fights were easy. Because parties after big fights weren't just for the team. There would be lots of outsiders, other boxers, and teams. You knew Bucky wouldn't be comfortable if you were there.

So you waited for him. He preferred your place after these kinds of days. You would have a meal ready in the fridge for reheating. The bathroom would be filled with soap and water. Clean, silky-smooth sheets would be in place, covering the bed. everything to help him relax. And you checked on everything before you left for his place last night.

The only thing you had to do now was wait for his text.

But it never came. Instead, you received a very distressing phone call.

That was what led you to where you are right now. Your mind racing, your knuckles white around your bag, and your leg bouncing up and down in the backseat of the taxi.

Stark's property was huge. You couldn't miss it, even if you wanted to. It made sense why it would be so deep into the city. It took a very large space that only such locations offered. The street was all dark except for the neon lights with the name Stark above the entrance. Other than that, it was nearly black.

You were able to work out the figure standing under the lights right next to the entrance. He was pacing back and forth on the pavement. You paid the driver once he stopped as you got out of the cab.

"Peter, what is going on?" With quick steps, you were standing right in front of the young man.

"Is he okay?" The slight shake in your voice was obvious. The question had been haunting you ever since Peter called and didn't answer it the first time.

"Yes," Peter replied, already seeing the worry all over your face.

"Physically, at least." Peter continued. Because if Bucky was okay, why were you here?

Before you could ask any more questions, Peter led you in. The bouncers at the door let you in immediately as they saw Peter. The inside of the place was nothing like the outside. It was loud, bright, and full of people. There were small food trucks, side bars, merchandise stations, and everything. You could see different kinds of sports and entertainment exercises scattered all over the place, with people around. However, the main area of the property was occupied by a huge boxing ring. It had the most people around it. There are lots of people.

You couldn't inspect more of the place as Peter was rushing the both of you to the back area. It was very clear since you got in here that you didn't belong at all. Your choice of outfit and aura were making you stand out among the sea of people. Peter put his hand around the small of your back, respectively, to guide you through the place. He was trying to get you inside as fast as possible. He wasn't as intimidating as Bucky or some of the others. And if anything happened to you, even as little as a snarky comment, Peter couldn't imagine the wrath he would have to endure. To say Peter was panicking would be an understatement.

The breath of relief Peter let out as you entered the back area was audible. The back area was similar to the one in the gym but much larger and busier. Peter led you to the one room in the back, which you suspected was the largest in the place. He opened the door for you, and you had to close your eyes for a second from the contrast of the lightning. The back area was dimly lit, while the locker room was bright white. You got used to the lights, then looked around to find everybody in here.

As Peter walked you in, you could feel the high tension in the room. The first thing that caught your eye was bleeding Peter Quill and Thor. You didn't know Peter Quill that well; you only met him when you met the team and never passed the greetings stage, but you were more familiar and friendly with Thor. And the sight of both big men holding their noses to stop the bleeding, with bruises forming on their faces, was troubling. Lots of the others were trying to help them.

Only did you take your eyes away when Peter kept moving further into the room until you noticed the small room separated from the big one with a door. You found Sam and Bruce talking beside the door. Peter came to a stop when you reached both men.

"Thank God you are here." Sam spoke quickly as he laid eyes on you.

"Sam, what is going on?" Up to now, you had no idea why you were here. Peter rushed you in and then brought you here with no explanation. You could feel your nerves starting to burn from anxiety.

Before Sam could say anything, a sound of something breaking coming from behind the door rang through the place. You shared eye contact with Sam for seconds, and you started to form an idea about what was happening.

You stepped towards Sam, indicating that you wanted to get inside. Sam looked at you, and you gave him a nod to assure him, and he nodded back. Sam turned and knocked on the door.

You flinched, from surprise, as your boyfriend's angry voice echoed around, shouting that he didn't want to see anyone.

However, the door was unlocked, and Steve stood in the doorframe. You couldn't read the hard expression on his face. But his eyebrows softened slightly when he saw you.

The shouting from your boyfriend made everyone wince in their places. You stepped forward to take Sam's place and stood in front of Steve, determination in your eyes.

Steve signed before he moved aside to let you in, closing the door with the three of you.

The room was small. You thought maybe it was for medical purposes, if needed. But you didn't have the time or mind to pay any attention to your new surroundings.

Your boyfriend was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly between his fingers, and his breath was short and angry. Brokrn stuff and objects were scattered all around the room.

"Bucky." You called for him softly to make your presence known.

His head shot up. His eyes were red, bruises were all over his face, and his breath got angrier.

"You called her?" His voice was quiet, but it was deep, hiding many emotions.

"You called my girl?" He stood up, keeping his eyes on Steve, not looking at you at all.

"You brought my girl here?" His breath was getting shorter, with every word coming out as a growl.

"Bucky.." You tried to speak and find the right words to say so it wouldn't escalate.

"You made her come here all by herself and walk in here?" He started walking towards you and Steve.

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TONIGHT." Bucky shouted, his angry voice ringing in the small room.

Out of instinct, Steve stepped forward to stand in front of Bucky, keeping you behind him.

That seemed to snap Bucky out of the spell he was in. His red eyes are now coated with hurt. His breath stopped for a moment. Frozen in his place, he couldn't help but think of it. Did Steve think he would hurt you? Did Steve think he needed to protect you from him? Did Steve think that even in this state, he would cause you any harm?

It felt like a knife driven deep into his heart. Betrayal from his best friend, who brought you here against all his wishes, and then thought you needed a shield to be in the same room with him.

But no, that wasn't why Steve did it. He didn't want you to see Bucky lose his temper like he did numerous times tonight. Steve couldn't remember whose idea it was to call you, but he could remember the collective agreement that approved of the suggestion. All aware of the effect you have on the boxer. So Steve expected, like the others, that once you walked in and his best friend saw you, all the insanity that was tonight would come to an end.

But Steve should have known better. Bringing you in here would only make Bucky madder, and you would get to see a version of your boyfriend that Bucky tried so hard to keep from you. Steve regretted agreeing to bring you here.

The tension in the room got thicker. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the three of you. You weren't able to see the look on Steve's face, but Bucky's expression was crystal clear.

"Steve, can you give us a minute?" You stepped away from behind Steve, so you could be in Bucky's eyesight.

Steve turned to you with an unsure look on his face, and you immediately rubbed his shoulder to assure him you knew what you were doing.

Steve nodded and left the room silently. Now, it was just the two of you.

While Bucky looked anywhere but you, his eyes moving all over the room, you finally got to look at him. He was in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest left bare, making all the bruises and cuts on his upper body exposed to your eyes.

You signed, your heart breaking at the sight of your boyfriend battered like this. But it wasn't his physical pain that you were only worried about.

Bucky's eyes finally moved to look at you as you put your bag on the nearest table and started to move around, looking for something.

Bucky was confused. He wanted to ask you what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to talk to you. Too many emotions are tormenting him.

Your little, quiet squeals told him you found what you wanted. You moved towards him with the first-aid kit in hand.

You grabbed the closest chair and positioned it in front of the chair, which Bucky was previously sitting on, and pulled a small table closer as well, where you put the first aid kit and started to empty its contents.

"You will catch lots of infections if you don't get the wounds clean." You spoke when you noticed that Bucky was standing still in his place.

"And God knows you become a big baby when you get sick." You joked. You tried to lighten the mood. to tell him that you were here to help. You weren't judging him. You would never judge him.

And he heard you. So, he came and sat back in the chair in front of you. This time, he sat with his back straight so you could patch him up.

You sat in silence, but there was so much hanging in the air between you. You didn't want to push him. You knew he would start talking when he felt ready.

"Who called you?" And he did.

"Does it matter?" You didn't look at him, sticking to cleaning his wounds.

"To me, yes." He regretted raising his voice immediately, even when you didn't move.

"You shouldn't be here." He continued when he knew he wouldn't get an answer from you.

"But I am." You looked up at him.

"And I want to." Finally, your eyes have met since you got here.

"Don't you see it? the damage I'm capable of doing. the chaos I can create. the pain I put others through. The mess I am."

Today's game was cruel, to say the least. Bucky's opponent played dirty. So dirty, that wasn't against the rules. Because this was never mentioned in any rule book. Mental hits.

Bucky's opponent not only studied Bucky's style and techniques so well, but he did some research as well. So, he would be able to defeat Bucky's strength. And he did.

The second he knew Bucky was winning, he ran his mouth nonstop. He brought up stuff that should never again be brought into the ring. Family stuff. Bucky's life before boxing, the team and their families.

It was shocking. Bucky almost lost his footing once or twice. Was this allowed? Well, it wasn't prohibited. Bucky tried to keep his head straight and not focus on the words coming from the man in front of him. However, it was getting harder and harder as the man kept getting more personal.

Until his opponent mentioned your restaurant's name, Every little drop of blood in Bucky's body ran cold. The noise around him became an annoying ring in his ears. And the opponent took his chance and started landing his punches.

Bucky was trying to regain his composure, but the man's words and punches didn't stop. He was talking nonsense about your restaurant, but he made a mistake that he never estimated.

"I heard you got soft because of that place and wanted to know why. I will tell you what. I would go soft for an adorable thing like her. What a shame that you are the only one who gets to ruin her."

That was the nail in the man's coffin.

Bucky was unstoppable. A monster. a beast with no restraints. You weren't a subject to bring into such a rotten place, and that man was going to pay for even thinking you could be involved in this circus.

Bucky only stopped when he heard the whistle and the referee breaking them apart. Bucky knew that if he didn't stop, he would have to face a penalty of sorts. So he did. But the mental troll has already happened.

The team was taken aback by Bucky's actions once they got out of the lights. They saw him angry after fights before. But this was different. He had lost his mind, and he wasn't willing to talk or tell anybody what happened. And he was getting worse by the second that they had to lock him in the medical room so nobody more would get hurt. They had no clue what to do.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was, shame and guilt eating him as you were, once again, showing him kindness he had never encountered before.

"I never wanted you to see that."

"I didn't want you to think that I could hurt you."

"Bucky.."

"I would never hurt you, I swear."

His voice got smaller with each word. It was why he never wanted you anywhere near this. so you wouldn't get scared and run away. So you wouldn't see what he looked like when he lost control. And today, he did, and you saw it.

The opponent's voice is still ringing in his ears. He was ruining you. Everyone could see it. You being here just proved it. Because if it hadn't been for him, you would have never stepped a foot in here. Maybe he was already hurting you.

"Bucky." Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You put the stuff down and put your hand on his cheek.

"You can never hurt me. Never."

It was painful to hear the person who became your source of safety and security, the one you relied on the most, think like this.

"The only person you are hurting is yourself, and I can't stand by and watch." It was time you told him the truth.

"You need to stop living these two versions of yourself. You need to stop hiding from me."

"I love you, Bucky. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life. I knew who you were when we met, and it didn't change anything. I still got to fall in love with you."

"Nothing you do is going to change that. I know you think that I won't be able to handle it, but I will, and I want to know. all of it. Everything."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from me. like you have to be someone else. I love everything about you and everything that made you."

"I want you to be able to share stuff and talk about your day freely without thinking too much about it, without keeping parts that you think I won't like."

"I want to sit in the front row and cheer for my boyfriend as he beats people up. I want to get to brag about my strong man." That brought a small laugh from the both of you.

"Nothing is ever going to make me leave or hate you. Nothing. So whatever you think is going to drive me away, it won't. Never."

You meant every word you said. You didn't want to be in a one-sided relationship where Bucky felt like he couldn't be himself. No, you wanted to be his safe place. You wanted to be the person he came to, and poured his heart out. You wanted to take care of him. You wanted him to let you love him. all of him.

"I love you so much that I won't care if you turn out to be a secret assassin."

"You won't?"

"I will bring you the knives in the kitchens."

Bucky thought he couldn't fall in love with you more than he already was. But he was wrong.

Bucky could feel his eyes getting glassy. All his fears weren't real. You weren't going to run away and leave him. You wanted to do the thing he believed he could never have. You wanted to share his life with him. You were giving him something nobody ever allowed him. to be himself openly.

Bucky never thought he had good luck. It turned out he had all the good luck in you. And he couldn't be happier.

Bucky was glad they called you.

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- Do You Regret This? -

Pairing: Human!Lo’ak x fem!pregnant!reader

Request: [ @teyamsbitch ] “do you regret this?” “are you crazy? i would choose you and this family in every single lifetime.” w/ Lo'ak ➟ post. Readers worry she might ruin Lo'ak's life by getting pregnant and tear up a bit and when Lo'ak asks what's wrong she asks if he regrets this happening knowing how this will change their lives forever and lo'ak reassures her that this is what he wants.

Synopsis: You and Lo’ak are having your first child together and as the pregnancy gets further along you wonder if Lo’ak regrets having a baby with you.

Content: Aged!up Lo’ak, Modern au, miscommunication, angst + hurt w/ comfort, mentions of unplanned pregnancy, reader having doubts

Author’s Note: ty for requesting Sia! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations🩷! I loved writing it because I’ve been wanting to write some more Lo’ak x preg!reader (and Lo’ak works in general)

Word Count: 724

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“Hey, babe, I’m worried about you. I haven’t talked to you in a while and I miss you. Call me when you get this.” That was the third voicemail Lo’ak left you this week. You’ve been avoiding him at all costs, not wanting to see him after you let your lingering thoughts and fears get the best of you.

You worried that he would feel trapped by you, especially since the pregnancy wasn’t planned. When you found out you were pregnant, you were happy, but also scared about your future. When you told Lo’ak the news, he was happy and excited too, but after that, you didn’t know how he felt. He could be wishing he never had a baby with you for all you knew and that was what you feared the most.

As you sat at the reception desk at your job, greeting visitors coming in, you saw someone who you weren’t expecting or wanted to talk to.

“y/n, we need to talk.” He was tired of you avoiding him. You haven’t been answering his calls, texts, acting as if you weren’t home when he came over, he was sick of it all and he wanted to get to the root of the problem.

“Okay, I get off in a few minutes. You can meet me at my house.” Lo’ak didn’t verbally reply, he just nodded and walked out the revolving doors of the building. You already knew exactly what he wanted to discuss and you weren’t ready for the conversation, but you were definitely preparing yourself.

—

When you made it home, you saw Lo’ak already standing by your front door, waiting for you to come unlock it. Once both of you walked inside and you put your bags down, you sat on the couch and Lo’ak sat beside you.

“Baby, why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been missin’ you like crazy and you haven’t been talkin’ to me at all.” You could see it in his eyes that he’s truly been missing you, that he’s longed for you ever since you excommunicated him from your life.

“Do you regret this?” You asked almost above a whisper, scared to hear his response to your question. You were already nervous about this conversation, so you thought it was best to just be straightforward with him.

“Do I regret this?” Lo’ak repeated the question, confused to what you were implying.

“Do you regret this?” You gestured to your slightly swollen stomach. “Having a baby with me. D-Do you feel like I ruined your life?” Your voice faltered as you talked, your eyes filling with tears until it pooled over and streamed down your cheeks.

“What? No, of course I don’t.” He answered swiftly, not even giving his answer a second thought. He loved the fact that his child was growing inside you, he was ecstatic to know that you and him would raise a child together.

“Me getting pregnant changed our lives completely, and I feel like I changed yours for the worst.” The spreading pain Lo’ak felt in his chest was almost unbearable. To hear you say those words hurt him because he knew that this feeling has been hanging over your head.

Lo’ak placed his hands on your face and used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “I don't feel that way and I never will. You are the light of my life and the mother of my child. I could never regret having a baby with you. I’m in love with you, whatever happens between us, I’ll always love it. I would choose you and this family in every single lifetime.” His tone was so soft and loving, the way his words flowed through the air made you feel an indescribable sensation. You felt so much peace knowing what Lo’ak was feeling and that his feelings were all positive.

He leaned your head downward a little and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “The life I will forever want is with you and our baby.” He softly smiled, placing his hand on your stomach and feeling the baby begin to kick.

Watching him lit up as he talked about the baby and his future with you made you wonder what you were so worried about. He made you see that he was here for you, forever and always.

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Be mine?

→ PAIRING: Lee Minho x fem!reader

→ GENRE: Colleague!au, friends to lovers (?), smut – MDNI

→ SYNOPSIS: during an intimate moment, Minho asks to be yours.

→ WARNINGS: smut, nerd minho, unprotected sex, oral (m + f rec), fingering, pet name (kitten), use of the word 'master', cum swallowing, cum on body, size kink  

→ WORDS: 4.8k ~ (4880)

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Your world got shaken up when a certain someone entered your life. You had a nice, calm and peaceful life until he showed up

Lee Minho. A newbie at the job you work at. His nerd-like appearance screamed innocence. His hair always slicked back to perfection, round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He's shy and timid, likes to keep himself to himself.

You didn't know much about him considering he rarely spoke. The only time you heard him speak was when either you or a colleague gave him a task to do. You two are polar opposites. You're outgoing, like to be surrounded by friends whereas Minho prefers to be alone. You'll find him occasionally sitting in the breakroom, head in a book he is currently reading.

You are curious about him. Who is Lee Minho? What are his likes and dislikes? What hobbies does he have? What's his favourite colour? So many unanswered questions swimming around in your head.

You cannot deny the fact that you do feel attracted to him, in more ways than one. Despite his nerd-like appearance, he's a handsome man. His defined jaw and cheekbones, his veins protruding along his arms and hands, his cute pouty top lip with the added bunny teeth that just make him look even more handsome and adorable! 

It's possible you have a crush on him but who doesn't. Despite admiring him from afar and exchanging one or two sentences whilst at work, that's about how far your relationship goes. Until one day, you unexpectedly became more than work colleagues.

A storm was approaching. The rain heavy on the windows, bouncing off the pavement and giving it that wet, concrete smell. The sky black with heavy, grey rain clouds. Thunder and lightning echoing in the distance as the wind blew the leaves and branches off the trees.

You hoped the storm would pass by the time your shift ended, cursing yourself for not checking the weather forecast. However, it didn't. It got heavier and heavier. Puddles forming on the pavement and road, cars speeding to get home as the windscreen wipers on full speed.

You sigh, standing by the door. Wrapped in your coat with your bag in hand, you're not exactly dressed for a storm. Your work shoes wouldn't prevent your feet from getting wet and there's nothing worse than the feeling of wet socks.

“Brilliant. Just brilliant.” You mumble to yourself. It's just you and Minho, both of you being left to close up for the day. Minho approaches you, dressed in a long, brown coat whilst his bag strap rests across his chest and shoulder.

“Hey, uh y/n?” He timidly says.

“Mhm?” You look at him, a faint pink blush on his cheeks. He pushes up his glasses with his finger.

“D-Do you want a ride home?” He timidly asks, his car keys hanging on his finger by the loop.

“Are you sure?” You ask, feeling grateful that Minho is still with you and the fact that he can drive.

“Of course! The weather is terrible and well, I don't want you to get sick.” He rubs the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you. Your heart skips a beat, a warm feeling rushing all over your body.

So beautiful you think to yourself. His smile is so warm and gentle, spreading across his face, his bunny teeth peeking from between the gap of his plump lips.

“Thank you so much, Minho! I'd love that.” You groan. He nods before walking to his car. You both get in as you tell Minho your home address.

The atmosphere in the car was comfortable which is strange to you considering nothing was being said between you both. You feel comfy and warm. You didn't feel pressured to speak or start a conversation and when you did speak to one another, it flowed effortlessly between you both.

You allow yourself to relax, sitting back in the leather seats of his car. You listen to the heavy raindrops hit the metal roof of the car, the headlights of other cars blending in with the water droplets before being swiped away.

“It's far away.” You look at Minho, tilting your head to the side.

“Excuse me?” Minho sits back, taking his hands off the steering wheel as you've stopped at a red light.

“Your place. it's, uh, it's far away.” 

“Oh!” You laugh softly, “Yeah it is but it was the closest to work, funnily enough.”

“I could, urm..” Minho plays with his fingers shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I could pick you up and yknow, take you to work.”

“You'd do that..?” Minho nods slowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Too stunned to speak but his generosity, you failed to give him a reply. You stare at the man, taking in every single detail and texture of his face. Not only is he handsome, but also thoughtful and considerate.

A gentleman.

Minho took your silence as rejection, his hands back on the wheel as the lights turned green.

“O-Only if you want! Sorry.. did I overstep?”

“What? No! no no no, I'm just, flustered. No one has ever done something so nice to me and I know it's not that much of a big deal and all but no one has ever been thi–” Your sentences interrupted by Minho bursting out laughing. You giggle also, joining in on his belly laughs.

“You're rambling. It's cute.” He says once his laughter dies down. Your heart rate speeds up once again, the butterfly feeling resuming in your stomach.

“T-Thank you.”

Minho drives up to your apartment, parking as close as he could to the complex to reduce the risk of you getting soaked. You unbuckle your seatbelt, smiling warmly and thank Minho for the ride.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” He questions, hopefulness in his eyes. For some unknown reason other than it felt natural to do so, you lean in, planting a soft and delicate kiss on his cheek.

You giggle softly, Minho looking at you all flustered, his cheeks bright red.

“I'll see you tomorrow, lino.” You whisper before getting out of his car. You clutch onto your bag as you rush inside leaving Minho with an erratic heartbeat and a throb in his trousers. He places his hand on his cheek where you kissed him, his head spinning in your direction to watch you hurry off inside.

“Fuck…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Since that fateful day, you and Minho started to get closer and closer. The closer you became to him, the more your feelings started to develop for him. You notice subtle things about him, how softly spoken he is, how he would do short, rapid blinks when he doesn't understand something, how he donates to various charities. The one thing that drives you insane, however, is that tongue of his.

That tongue of his peeking out from between his lips in concentration. How he would roll it around when thinking, how he would lick his lips slowly – it makes you feel things.

You learnt that Minho doesn't live alone. He lives with two others called Jisung and Felix, if you remember correctly. He also mentioned that he hasn't been living in the area that long so naturally, he doesn't know it that well. 

So you decided to show him around. Take him to various shops and cafes. You took him to the local library where his face lit up with the sea of books that rested before him. A kid in a candy store.

Your feelings for Minho are slowly getting out of hand. A simple touch sent shockwaves of heat and electricity to shoot all over your body. Your skin feels like it's on fire from where he touched you, your mind and soul melting whenever he looks at you with his gorgeous eyes.  

He's making you ache. Making you want him and he doesn't even know about it. He's so innocent that you wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't experienced in that department.

Oh, how wrong you are.

You're at Minho's place. The power in your apartment complex went out and the landlord stated that it would probably be out for the remainder of the night and possibly the morning.

You phoned Minho, asking if it was okay for you to stay over. You're both pretty close at this point so of course Minho didn't mind. Plus, his roommates are out doing their own thing so having you over for company is a bonus.

“That–” You pause to chew your food before wiping your mouth clean with a napkin, “Was delicious!” 

“R-Really?" Minho asks, feeling excited and proud. He cooked you his signature dish of beef wellington, a dish he's practiced to perfect.

“Really! I've never tasted something so delicious before. The meat is perfectly cooked! It's not dry, it's nice and juicy. The veggies and sauce are also to die for. This is restaurant level shit, Lino.” 

“Please! You're giving me too much credit, y/n.” Minho chuckles, sipping his drink.

“I don't think I give you enough credit lino.” You chuckle softly, before finishing off your meal. You and Minho made small talk whilst you ate, talking about this and that, laughing at each other's jokes.

You help him clean up the dishes, washing them in the sink whilst he cleans the countertops. You couldn't help but feel like the vibe was that of husband and wife. The way he would glance at you and give you a soft and gentle smile. The way those butterflies would return for the nth time and explode in your stomach, fluttering all over your body.

However, next thing you know, you’re kneeling between Minho's legs, cock in hand as you stroke him slowly. He looks down at you from his position on the sofa, pushing his glasses further up his nose. 

You whimper, rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. You don’t know how it happened, yet here you are. You rotate your wrist at the tip, watching his pre-cum seep from his slit. You hum, using your thumb to smear it on his cockhead, Minho kicking his head back as a strangled moan leaves his lips.

“Your hands look so small around me, y/n.” Minho groans softly, watching your hands stroke his fat cock. “They look so pretty around me.”

“Lino…” You whisper, looking up at him. You rest your cheek on his thick thigh, fluttering your lashes at him as you stroke him at a steady pace. “You’re so thick and big, Lino. What if you don't fit?”

Minho shivers at your words, his cock twitching in your hand. You giggle innocently, watching the way his thick, veiny cock twitches. You lick your lips hungrily, wanting to lick the pre cum that seeps from his slit.

“Don't worry kitten. I'm sure we can train you so you do fit.”

“Kitten?” You tilt your head to the side, fluttering your lashes as you slowly stroke his hot length. 

“Mhm. Do you want to be my kitten?” You nod your head slowly, biting your bottom lip.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.” You purr. Minho shivers, humming in satisfaction before wrapping his hand around the base of his throbbing cock. “Open. Be a good little kitten for your master and suck me.” 

He taps his cock head against your lips, his pre cum transferring onto your lips. You lick them, humming at the salty taste before opening your mouth.

He places his hand on the back of your head, watching as you lower your head down on his cock.

“That's it.” He sighs, “That's a good kitten.”

You whimper around his length, bobbing your head. You lay your tongue flat, stroking the underside. Due to his size and thickness, you could only manage to fit less than half of his cock. Your mouth already feels stuffed, the corner of your lips stretching to full capacity.

You're right, he really cannot fit.

Your eyes flutter close, your hand wrapping around the rest of his cock to compensate. Minho tilts his head to the side, lips parted as he rests his hand on your head. He gently pushes down, his cock suddenly reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag.

“Shh kitten, let me train you.” You whimper the best you can, hand matching the tempo of your head. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, spilling down your chin before landing on his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Shit… your mouth feels so fucking good…” He mumbles. “So warm and welcoming, like you're made for me.”

His hips buck, your gag reflex activating several times. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose whilst sucking him. Minho moans and pants softly, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling on your scalp as he fucks your mouth gently from below.

“I've wanted to do this for so long – fuck!” Your eyes flutter open, Minho's cock twitching at the sight of your rosy pink cheeks and glossy eyes. Your lashes wet with your tears, eyebrows scrunched together. Your hands planted firmly on his thick thighs for stability.

“How did this even happen?” He pants, eyes closing slowly as he basks in the pleasure and warmth of your small mouth. 

You're asking yourself the very same question. One minute you were helping Minho clean up after dinner and now, you're on your knees for him, letting him use you till he is somewhat satisfied. 

“So pretty…” Minho whispers, his fingers untangling from your hair to stroke your flush cheek. “I wish I did this sooner.”

You pull his cock out off your mouth, saliva strings being the only thing that connects you both. Lips swollen, jaw and knees aching, you settle on pumping him. Your saliva coats the palm of your hand, wrists rotating at the tip. You rub his tip harshly with your thumb, smearing his pre-cum.

“S-Shit..!” Minho pants, back arching and hips lifting up off the sofa. You purr, watching him wrap his fingers around your wrist, his nails digging into your skin. “D-Dont stop! good… so good – fuck!”

He kicks his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he throbs in your hand. You lick your lips hungrily as you squeeze and roll his balls in your free hand.

“I want it…” You mewl, licking his slit with the tip of your tongue before proceeding to kitten lick. 

“You want it, kitten? Want my cum?”

“Please master.” You don't know what possessed you to say or do any of this, but it feels so natural. Nothing feels forced, both of you are able to match one another's energy.

“Like I could ever say no to that cute, adorable face.” Minho coos. “Just don't stop, kitten.”

You nod, pressing your tongue flat against his cockhead before wrapping your lips around it. Minho grips onto whatever he could find. You, the cushions, the throw, his own clothing. He needs stability, something to ground him back down to earth but with how warm and skilful you are, his head is in the clouds, mind hazy and body hot to the touch.

His cock twitches, balls tightening as the harsh knot tightens with each suck and rub. The sloppy sounds of your mouth making him feel more dizzy, his mind running a mile a minute with thoughts on what he wants to do to you.

“Cum. Shit, kitten, gonna… cum.” You hum, giving him a few more sucks before feeling his hot cum shoot out. It coats your throat and tongue, the hot liquid being swallowed without hesitation. 

Short, laboured breaths escape from Minho. Hips bucking with each twitch of his cock. You swallow his seed, shaking at the salty taste before pulling away from him. He pants heavily, chest rising up and down as he looks at you.

“Fuck..” He mumbles. He grabs you by your arm, gently pulling you onto him. You squeal, laughing softly as you straddle him. Hands firmly planted in your hips, faces inches apart, you get to take in every detail of his textured skin.

You swallow thickly, the atmosphere changing dramatically. Heart pounding against your chest, ringing in your ears.

“Kitten…” His voice barely a whisper, hope glimmering in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

“Lino.” You whisper back before slowly leaning in. Your eyes close, head tilts to the side as your lips gently press against his before pulling away.

“No… come back.” His hand holds the back of your head, gently pushing it so your lips meet together again. They move together in perfect synch, molding together as if they're made for each other.

You hold onto his shoulders. Soft sucks and nibbles of his bottom lip makes him groan softly. His free hand travels to your clothed core, cupping it gently and firmly pressing his palm against it.

You groan softly against his lips, hips bucking slowly as the material of your soaked panties rubs against your swollen clit. You dig your fingertips into his shoulders, head spinning due to lust and lack of oxygen.

“I-I need you.” You shamelessly admit against his lips. He gives an acknowledging hum before holding your back gently as he lowers you down on the sofa.

He peppers kisses along your neck, giving it the occasional suck. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Let me hear you, kitten. I want to hear you.” Minho purrs as he removes your hand. His lips ghost over your neck and collarbones, fingers gripping onto the material of your clothing.

He pulls down your clothing plus panties down your legs before throwing them onto the wood floor. You chew your bottom lip as you watch Minho stare at your glistening folds.

“You're so wet.” He licks his lips hungrily before pushing his glasses up his nose. You flush red, feeling embarrassed about it. Minho hasn't even touched you yet you're already so wet and ready for him.

“It's embarrassing.” You whimper.

“No.” Minho states before dipping his head low. His body shakes as he gets a closer look, your swollen clit and throbbing core begging to be touched. “It's fucking hot.”

You didn't respond because you couldn't. The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel Minho's tongue press flat against your swollen bundle of nerves. His tongue swirls around your clit, swiping long and slow licks before sucking and nibbling on it gently.

You let out a whorish moan, feeling embarrassed at the sound you made. He hooks his arms under your legs, pulling your pussy flush to his face. 

“M-Min… ah!” You pant, his tongue lapping at your core, your slick gathering on his tongue and coating his taste buds.

“You taste so good, holy…” 

“M-Min!” You moan, his tongue diving deep inside your cunt. You reach down, gathering his hair in your fist and tugging at the roots. He moans, eyes fluttering shut.

His body shakes, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The more he licks, the more he tastes, the more he wants. He's a starved man wanting so much more your body has to offer 

He wants to devour you, eat you up and corrupt your mind with thoughts of him and only him.

“Good.. So good…” You pant heavily. Minho resumes his earlier task of pleasuring your clit, his middle and index finger circling your entrance.

He slowly pushes his fingers inside, his mind going crazy at how warm and welcoming you feel that he cannot help but think about how you'd feel around his cock. Your tight pussy, squeezing his fingers as he pumps them in and out.

Your thighs shaking, back arching as he devours your pussy. You look down, whimpering at the sight as you both make eye contact.

The nerdy looking, well kept guy you have always known is no more. Face buried between your legs, glasses tilted to the side, slipping down his nose slowly. His usual, slick back hair now disheveled. His cheeks pink, forehead shiny with sweat but his eyes are what makes you shiver the most.

Pupils blow with lust, eyes hooded as he looks at you. You feel like you're under his spell, his gaze is enough to make you do anything and everything he'd command you to do.

“Fuck lino…” You swallow, your walls contracting around his fingers. You cannot tear your eyes away from him – it's too much.

His fingers curl against your walls, tongue showing no mercy. Your back arches, his name rolling off your tongue. Your cunt is sloppy, your slick coating his fingers with each pull back.

“I-I can't! lino… I can't. So much, too much – fuck!”

“Gosh you sound so fucking delicious right now y/n. I want to devour you so fucking bad!” His hips buck against the sofa, the material of it creating some friction on his hard cock.

He's never wanted something or someone as bad as he wants you right now.

“Have me! You have me, Lino. Please, devour me!”

“Don't say things you don't mean, y/n.” Minho pants, briefly moving away from your cunt. His lips and chin glistening with your slick but his fingers remain inside.

“M-Mean it, I mean it lino. Please devour me. I want you to. Please, I beg you!” 

“Shit.” Minho clenches his jaw as he slowly pulls his fingers out off you. You cunt throbs at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

He slots himself between your legs, taking his glasses off and putting them on the coffee table. You lean up on your elbows, biting your lip gently as he grabs the base of his cock, pumping slowly.

“Are you sure?” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you with the heel of your foot. He shivers as his tip gently nudges your core.

“Please Minho…” He swallows, cock twitching in his hand. He nods, gently pushing his cock inside. 

You hiss at the stretch, his size and thickness making you feel full already. Minho clenches his jaw, hands flying to your hips as he pushes.

It's only half but you feel full to the brim. You're tight around him, walls holding his penis in a vice grip. He's stationary, allowing you to get used to his size. He can see the pained expression on your face as you get accustomed to his size.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. You're just so… big and thick.” You groan. Minho laughs softly, stroking your cheek.

“Don't blow up my ego anymore than you already have, kitten.”

“S-Sorry but it's true.” Minho lets out a hearty laugh before groaning as he feels you squeeze around him. He leans down, feathering his lips along your neck to your earlobe to gently kiss and suck it.

“Tell me when, kitten.” He whispers, his hands caressing the curve of your body before disappearing under your t-shirt to hold onto your waist. His soft fingers stroke your waist as you nod 

“M'kay.” You mumble. Minho nods, slowly pushing and pulling his hips. You chew your bottom lip, the sting a little too much for you. Minho notices your discomfort, the way you'd avoid eye contact, how your body would shake and your hand bawled into a fist by your mouth 

“Hey. Look at me.” He strokes your cheek softly, continuing his slow and gentle movements. “Focus on me kitten, it'll start to feel better soon.”

You lean into his touch, nuzzling his palm. Minho feels like his heart is about to burst from your adorable yet kitten-like action. Your lips part, your body and mind relaxing as pain turns to pleasure.

Minho notices by the way you feel around him. He smiles sweetly at you, picking up the pace a little.

“Good kitten.” He mumbles.

“M-More.” You whimper.

“Are you sure?” You nod, soft moans in the form of Minho's name rolling off your tongue. “Okay baby.”

‘Baby’ A nickname you call your significant other. A nickname that sounds so sweet coming from Minho. Your heart leaps out off your chest, walls clenching around his penis.

“Baby…” You whisper. Minho looks at you and hums.

“Is it okay if I call you that?” Heat rushes to his cheeks. He feels shy, like he's asking his first crush out on a date – except he isn't. He's asking his work colleague if it's okay for him to call you baby. He wants to be with you, wants to call you his own. He has done since day one.

“But, you only call your partn–”

“Then be mine.” He blurts out. You look at him with wide eyes, the rosy colour on your cheeks turning red. “O-Only if you want to!”

“Okay.” You giggle, “I'd like that. Not exactly how I would've liked to be asked but–”

“Oh hush. Believe me, I didn't plan on asking you such a sweet question with my cock buried inside you.”

“No?” You sweetly ask, watching him rise up on his knees and taking off his t-shirt. Your eyes widen at the site of his firm pecs and abs, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin making him look even more delicious.

“Fuck no. I planned on taking you on a date, watch the sunset and then ask you.” He tugs at the hem of your t-shirt, indicating off. You take off your own clothing plus bra, discarding them on the floor. “Pretty.”

“Maybe… fuck; Maybe we can still do that, lino.” You grip onto his biceps, feeling them contract. His movements are now fast and powerful, skin slapping on skin.

“M-Mhm! Love that. I'd love that a lot.”

“M-Me too.” Your body jolts upwards with each smack of his hips, breasts bouncing in time. You cup your breasts, massaging and playing with your own nipples.

Beads of sweat roll down Minho's temples, his swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you flick and tug your nipple. You hitch your leg up and rest it on the back of the sofa, allowing Minho to see all of you.

“Shit…” He stutters, his eyes fixated on the space that connects you both together. He shivers and groans. He pulls his cock out to the tip, your slick coating his veiny cock.

“Min, more!” You purr, battering your lashes sickly sweet at him. 

“With pleasure.” He smirks, pushing his cock back inside you. Your back arches, hands gripping onto Minho's arms. 

“It's only half but it feels like it's all of you.” You whimper, lips parting as you pant.

“You're so tight for me, y/n. Fuck, you feel so warm and wet. I fear I may become addicted…” His words strangled, breathy moans leaving his lips 

“I'm fine with that. Become addicted to me, lino because I know I'll be addicted to you.”

He hangs his head low, eyes squeezing shut. His mind and body feels like he is melting, lust and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Your sweet moans so gentle and addictive to him causing shivers to run down his spine and straight to his throbbing cock. With one hand still kneading your breast, you trail your other to rub your clit.

You hum, sweat coating your body as you apply pressure to your swollen clit. Your walls squeeze around Minho, a clear indication that you're close.

“L-Lino…”

“I know, it's okay. Cum around my cock.” He purrs. You moan his name softly, back arching as your walls contract and release around him. Your juices coat his cock, a hum of satisfaction from Minho as he helps you ride out your high.

With your pussy feeling sensitive and body hot, you let out strangled pants. Your body and mind are failing to comprehend how sensitive you feel.

“Just a bit longer.” He pants, desperately chasing his high. You dig your nails into his skin, high pitched moans leaving your lips. He pulls out off you suddenly, brows scrunched together as he pumps himself fast.

“C-Cum.” His hips buck in his hands as hot ropes of cum shoot out onto your stomach. A peripheral of “fucks” and ��shit” leave his lips, head kicked back. He slowly strokes himself, his cock turning flaccid.

He runs his fingers through his messy hair, panting softly as a wave of shyness washes over him.

“Sorry. We didn't agree to, yknow.” You reach up, stroking his hot cheek gently.

“It's okay. I don't mind.” You giggle. Minho reaches for his glasses, putting them back on before grabbing some tissues to wipe off his cum.

“Do you, perhaps, want to uh, shower and sleep over..? I assume the electricity isn't back in the complex.”

“Are you sure..?” Minho nods, smiling softly to you.

“Of course. You can borrow some of my clothing if you want. Plus Jisung and Felix probably won't be back until tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds perfect, lino.” 

You squeal, giggling as Minho picks you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. He gently places you down, stepping into the shower as you follow him.

You both wash off, eat and relax. The feeling of being in each other's presence is comforting and natural to you both. 

Maybe having your calm, peaceful life shaken up isn't such a bad thing after all.

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[servin-up-surveys]

survey #112

(taken february 8th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? One meant for little kids, lmao. I refuse to go on "real" ones bc they terrify me.

Have you ever been out of your home country? No. :/ One day.

What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? Ummmm I'm trying to think of something I don't normally mention in these kinda questions. ... And turns out I'm sitting here blanking, so common answer: flirted with my then-best friend's boyfriend that *I* helped set her up with behind her back. I mean it doesn't kill me inside anymore, I was literally 12 and this friend is now happily married with a child, but regardless, it's still disgusting to know I ever did it.

Favorite study? It's probably ultimately animal behavior, especially within highly social species. But of course I'm also very into the study of art and why and how various styles, techniques, and such "work."

Favourite instrument? Electric guitar. I am also a very big violin lover too, though.

How’s your flirting skills? Fine, I guess? I wasn't a big flirter back when I was single, but once we're in an established relationship, I think I'm fine at it.

Would you deny a relationship/friendship? No, that's super shitty and disloyal imo.

What does your dream life look like? More than ANYTHING, proud of and content with myself and what I've accomplished and am accomplishing. I want to be a productive adult that is confident (but absolutely still modest) in my abilities and puts A LOT of time into artistic creation. I want to be a loud voice for self-love and compassion, as well as equality and acceptance of others, even if you don't understand them. I wanna big a big ol' pet mom with loads of reptiles, inverts, and a few mammals, and I want to spread the good word on appreciating ALL animals, even the "gross" or "scary" ones. I definitely hope I marry Girt, and it would be a dream come fucking true if we could settle in western NC, in the mountains. I want to be a healthy person that treats her body with kindness, and I hope I can do A LOT of hiking and stuff like that with my camera! Traveling out of state and country, even better. I hope I manage to publish at least one poem (a personal goal is an actual book of them), and I cross all my fucking fingers and toes that I make a real mark among the big nature photographers. I want to be perfectly financially stable and actually know my family will have a house, food, car, everything we need. GOD, I want that life. Talking about it just makes me wanna bust my ass harder.

If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? Girt.

What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? To one day be entirely free of mental illness symptoms. I know I'm capable of improving and getting better at handling my symptoms, but not everything is ever, ever, going to entirely vanish.

What was the last contest you won? Uhhhh... I'm not sure? Maybe this drawing contest I won MAAAANY years ago for a fantasy dragon game I played way back, lol.

What is your favourite kind of cake? Depending on my mood, it can be red velvet or chocolate kinds.

Do you like any sort of animes? Yeah, primarily darker themed ones.

What is the worst cartoon you have ever seen? I fucking hate(d?) that Rooster Teeth shit that was on Adult Swim when I was a teenager. I have no idea if it's still a thing, but it consisted of almost solely the dumbest shit I've ever seen.

Do you type slow or fast? I type extremely fast, if I know exactly what I want to write.

Do you like to type or write more? TYPE. I cannot physically write long AT ALL because my wrists will hurt like absolute hell.

If someone cooks for you, do you always thank them for it? ALWAYS. It's so rude not to imo, especially once you're an able-bodied adult that's entirely capable of figuring out how to make something.

What is the most hated item you own: My phone, I guess, haha. I don't really keep things that I hate, unless I need them, which is the case for my phone. It is AWFUL.

Do you find it hard to believe that a dinosaur was once right where you are? I mean, not *really* by this age. As a kid, hell yeah, but this is something I've long since accepted as just obvious fact.

What is your favourite part of the movie The Lion King? When Simba climbs Pride Rock in the rain and roars and the whole pride joins in, bitch I wanna tear up lmfao

Do you knock before entering someone’s room? If the door is shut, absolutely. That's just like, common courtesy. It's one thing my mom never really did/does with her kids and I don't like it, which is I guess why I'm so dedicated to doing it wherever I am.

Would you freak out if you saw a spider crawling on you right now? As an instinctive response, if it was a decent size, I'd definitely jump and probably quickly try to swipe it off of me. I don't like the idea of reacting like that though, and I really hope that I WOULDN'T react like that. One of these days I'd love to just like smile and say hi if I found a spider on me, lol.

Who did you last call beautiful? It was someone on Facebook I'm sure, I think my acquaintance Ana.

Do you think people will eventually stop believing in God? I wish we all collectively would, but no. People turn to religion for comfort when faced with the harsh realities of life, and that's never going to change so long as the human race exists.

Do you and your best friend have the same favourite band? No, his is Deadly Circus Fire and mine's Ozzy and Rammstein.

Do you prefer watching movies or playing video games? 100% video games.

How many jobs have you had in your life? Three. All were very short and ended terribly.

Do you use your hand when you’re explaining something? I'm absolutely one of those "hand talkers."

Have you ever thrown up from drinking too much alcohol? No.

What are you looking forward to in the next three months? Valentine's Day with Girt, my niece's 3rd birthday as well as my younger sister's 25th, the release of the Resident Evil 4 remake, aaaand that's all that's coming to me.

Have you ever played Bejeweled? Yes, but I mostly just watched my mom play it as a kid on the computer. I loved doing that and helping her find matches, haha. She used to be SO into it and still loves matching games like that.

When was the last time you slipped while taking a shower? Many months ago when I finally fell while getting out of the shower. After that, I got a shower chair.

Does your mom have a Facebook? Yeah, she does.

Have you ever been bitten by a rat? Nope. I've had pet rats that would sometimes do this lil tasting nibble on a finger that didn't hurt at all, but none of them ever truly bit.

When was the last time you tried to be seductive? Ha I guess last night, but only cuz he started it.

Have you ever had any doctors come to your house to check up on you? No.

What is the weirdest thing you did in 7th grade? Dissected a frog that ended up being a gravid (pregnant) female lmao, me and my partner felt so awful.

Are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? Yeah, he mad cute.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I genuinely think I will. Girt and I are doing great.

Do you and your last ex hate each other? Probably.

Do you tend to waste a lot of money? Absolutely not. I receive any amount of money (and I'm talking just a few hundred) TWICE a year and that's it unless I earn some with photography services, so I spend it on something I really, REALLY want.

Do you have trust issues? I sure as hell do.

Do you think this year will be better than last? I honestly think so! Going pretty well so far, all things considered. :') I feel like I'm really growing. I absolutely grew a lot last year too, though.

Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes, Tyler. I felt like I was supposed to and also like I was trying to make even myself believe I was more into that relationship than I was, which was like... not at all. I only went into it because I was like "eh w/e he was cool in high school, let's give him a chance," but there was just no real feelings for him from me.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? I know a lot of people that do.

Best thing about the last person you chatted on Facebook? She's a wonderful sister to Girt and is just a very sweet person.

Are you anything like your siblings? I'm most like Mom's oldest child Katie. The other ones, not really, if I'm honest. Misty and I are also similar in some ways, but not incredibly. I don't know Tiffany or almost anything about her so I can't really count her here.

Who is the last person you hugged? Girt.

Do you have a secret you’ve never told anyone? Two, at the very least.

Have you ever lived with a girlfriend/boyfriend? I wasn't a legal resident, but basically yes.

Are you completely over your past relationships? Yes, although the one with Jason is complicated; us splitting and the hell that revolved around it resulted in very legitimate trauma in me and I'm quite, quite sure I will always have a complex outlook on him and a very, very strong response to things involving him. I don't miss being in a relationship with him, however.

Do you get attached to people easily? Agonizingly easily, honestly. It makes loss even harder for me.

Have you ever been beside someone while they were throwing up? No, I could never do that tbh. I react so viscerally to the act of and sound of vomiting that I would start puking as well, and I say that with total confidence.

What do you do when you’re feeling extremely nervous? The most obvious give-away is I start kneading/wringing the shit out of my hands, and I also stutter more, fidget/adjust how I'm sitting/standing a lot, and struggle more than ever with eye contact.

What do you think the last person that you kissed is doing right now? He's off work today so he's probably just chilling at home.

Do you think that someone has feelings for you? I know Girt does.

Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

How many people with the name Taylor do you know? Girt's best friend that is currently living with him is actually named Taylor. I THINK he's the only one that I still know.

Are you currently looking forward to tomorrow? Nothing special going on, so not particularly.

When you’re at the beach, do you swim or lay out? I swim as much as I can. I absolutely hate the sand and the heat, and I have a negative amount of interest in tanning.

How’s your day been? It's been fine; I rode out with Mom when she drove to get Ashley some lunch during her break, so it was nice to see her and just hang for a little bit. Then not that long ago we had to ride out to see my psychiatrist, and it's about a 20 minute ride there, and I really love longer car rides. The only negative about getting out this much today is that by my standards, it's hot, and I don't handle heat well at all. My body feels super drained from being outside.

What were you doing at eight this morning? I was actually asleep; I amazingly didn't wake up 'til 10 AM. I slept like an absolute mountain, and just by feel I was thinking I'd woken up closer to noon. I guess I needed it.

Are you afraid of shots? Eh, a little bit. The longer the needle and the deeper it has to go, the more it makes me nervous. I think "afraid" is a little bit too strong of a word, though.

Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? A "friend," yes. She wasn't ALWAYS crappy to me, but she absolutely knew how to be with unhealthy regularity. And that's why (well, partially why) I said no more and cut her off.

What are you thinking about right now? I'm very tired.

Has anyone ever called you a bitch? Yup.

Did anything brighten up your day? So my sister made an Etsy right because she wants to start making and selling crafts, and a couple days back I reached out to her asking if she'd made it yet + what the name was so I could rate it or whatever the Etsy function is. She really appreciated it and evidently told Mom about it, pointing out to her, "Does she know how easily she could sell her art on there?" It just meant a lot to me, how much Ashley absolutely does believe in my artistic capability. I DO plan on posting photography on there, but I don't have my own bank account or cards and stuff so I just haven't yet; I'll have to use Mom's stuff. But it just means a lot when one of my sisters show faith in me and the things I'm passionate about.

Were you an adorable baby? I think I was a very cute baby.

Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? No. I mean I've done things in certain places I really shouldn't have, but I can't honestly say I really regret any of those instances.

Do you know anyone named Josh or Patrick? One of my younger sister's close friends has a brother named Josh. My half-sister is also married to a Josh.

Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? Yes; I've snapped at him once that one time we had I think our first "real" fight, when I really could've addressed the thing that was upsetting me calmer. I mean I quickly did apologize, realizing immediately after that I was losing control of my tongue, but still, I wish I hadn't done it.

Do you like french fries? I love french fries.

How often are you on the computer? Admittedly, very nearly always if I am not sleeping or hanging out with somebody. It's been a problem since I was a kid.

Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? I CARE A FUCKING LOT!!!!!!!! :''''') It's a major reason why my self-confidence is so terribly low.

Do you tell people you love them just to get what you want? AbsoFUCKINGlutely not. That is fucking disgusting.

Who are your three closest friends? If I am to exclude family and my significant other, then it's Tez, Mazzy, and I wanna say Summer. MAYBE Lyndsey; I talk to her regularly, but I definitely still do have a deeper, more developed connection with Summer, even if we don't talk or see each other much.

Do you like tacos, and if you do, what do you put on yours? I hate tacos.

Would you rather go to Greece or France? Greece.

What are the names of all the people you have dated? Aaron, Juan, Jason, Tyler, Sara, and Donald/Girt.

Do you like Chinese food, or do you find it disgusting? I love pork fried rice, as well as eggrolls. Growing up I also liked what I knew as "bird on a stick," but I doubt that's it's "real" name here in America. ANYWAY, imagining it, I think I'd still like it. Besides those things, I'm not big on Chinese cuisine... that I've tried. I really should get better with actually EXPERIMENTING with foreign food, though.

What is your favorite type of music, and why? Metal mixed with techno/EDM-type music. I just like it.

Would you rather eat cookies or brownies? Brownies.

Would you rather be able to not talk for a week or not hear for a week? Absolutely not talk.

[cybernertia]

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[buckyhoney-library]

nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

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However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

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

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

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

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

[homoose]

Weird is Good

Summary: A story about two people tryna make it through the age of COVID-19 in a country where people are fucking dumb lmao. My hc is that Spencer would be like wtf at all these science-denying anti-maskers. Also, two teachers just tryna make it through quarantine and remote teaching in a one bedroom apartment (this is taking place during a mandatory leave/lecture cycle).

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: no warnings. reader is both a kindergarten teacher and a bruh girl with a pirate’s mouth. lots of Spencer x factz.

Word count: 3.1k

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“We’re home for the next two weeks. ”

Spencer looked up from his desk to see Y/N kicking off her shoes, dropping her bag, and walking directly to the sink. “Starting when?”

“We get to go in on Monday to say goodbye to the kids and get any materials we might need. Then we’re home for two weeks. They’re calling it an early, extended spring break.” Y/N began her hand washing routine. As a kindergarten teacher, she’d always been a strict hand-washer. In the time of COVID, she had only become more zealous. She looked at Spencer. “Have you heard anything?”

“Since we’re so close to the end of the semester, the department head thinks they’ll try to finish out the year as normal.” He set down his pen. “I honestly don’t know. It will all depend on whether people follow the CDC guidelines. The spread of any virus is deducible mathematically, and SARS-COV2 is no different. Based on the outbreak in Italy prior to their lockdown, we can accurately describe its reproductive number, or Rt, to between 2.43 – 3.10.”

Y/N shut off the water and dried her hands on a paper towel. “In layman's terms, Dr. Reid.”

“The Rt tells how many people are infected by the contagious host,” he explained. “In the case of this strain, each infected person is infecting between two and three others. For comparison, the standard seasonal flu has an average Rt between 1.4 and 1.7.”

“So in other words, fucking yikes,” Y/N groaned. She moved to perch on the edge of Spencer’s desk.

“Indeed,” Spencer agreed. “We know how fast the flu can travel through an office or a classroom, so imagine if it was two times as transmissible. But it's also really important to understand that this number changes depending on the mitigations in place. Even prior to full lockdown, mask wearing and social distancing was somewhat common in Italy, so it’s likely the uncontrolled Rt is higher.”

“Jesus Christ.” Y/N scrubbed a hand over her face. “We’ll probably never go back.”

Spencer rubbed his hand up from her ankle to the inside of her knee. “The good news is there’s nothing special about this virus compared to others in terms of how it spreads— it’s just aerosols. So if everyone wears their mask, we’ll be able to keep the spread low.”

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“It’s safe to say that everyone did not wear their fucking masks,” Y/N snapped. She watched from the couch as Mayor Bowser delivered the news that DC Public Schools would remain closed for the remainder of the year. “This is crazy. I mean, I knew it was coming because people in this country are absolute buffoons.” She looked at Spencer, fingers pressed to her temple. “But holy shit, are we ever going to be able to go outside again?”

“With schools and universities closed, people working remotely, and lockdown orders in place, the Rt in the US could stay low. But masks have to be worn at all times, and social distancing has to be strictly followed.” Spencer pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I just— I can’t believe people are refusing to wear masks. The empirical, peer-reviewed data clearly shows—”

“This is ‘Murica, boy.” Y/N mocked. “Ain’t no tyrannical government gonna tell me what to do!” She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, your choice to abstain from social media is paying dividends to your sanity right now.”

Spencer looked truly dumbfounded, setting his newspaper down in his lap. “But that’s just it. It’s not just in social media circles.” He gestured to the article in front of him. “This economist just argued for ‘reopening’ the economy using the justification of herd immunity. Herd immunity can be a plausible option for less lethal diseases. But this virus is not like varicella—the chickenpox,” he clarified at Y/N’s raised eyebrow. He waved his hands around in exasperation. “Putting aside the fact that one facet of herd immunity is vaccinating as many people as possible, its success completely hinges on the Rt of a disease. If you model a population based on an Rt of 2.5, herd immunity wouldn’t be achieved until approximately sixty percent of the population has been infected. Consider that the US population is currently 328 million, and sixty percent of that is 196.8 million. The current mortality rate for SARS-COV2 is 3.06 percent. 196,800,000 multiplied by 0.0306 is 6,022,080. Over six million people would die. It's simple mathematics.”

Y/N let out an exasperated breath. “It used to be that simple math and facts were enough. Now you’ve got basement scientists who think they know better than actual, literal scientists who’ve spent their entire lives studying these things.” She ran a hand over her face and gestured at the news conference still playing. “How long do you think it’ll be before we’re both trying to teach from this tiny ass living room?”

⧭⧭⧭

“Goooooooood morning, kindergarten! It’s Friday, and no Friday is a bad Friday!” Spencer smiled. As he poured his first cup of coffee, he hummed along with Y/N and 23 six-year-olds as they sang their morning song. Observing fourteen days of remote kindergarten from across the living room had given Spencer a new appreciation for elementary school teachers, particularly Y/N. She sang, danced, conducted science experiments, held puppet shows, read stories, led art projects, and fielded questions for four hours a day— three hours less than when they were in the school building. He was exhausted by proxy.

But he was also grateful for the opportunity to watch Y/N in her element. Even though they were at home, she still got dressed every day in bright, patterned sweaters and dresses— her Ms. Frizzle attire, she’d told him once. She was able to channel her personality into a kid-friendly version that her students clearly adored, never afraid to be silly or strange to get their attention and keep them engaged during the long days. He worked from home whenever possible, strangely happy to have the background noise of kindergarten over his quiet university office.

...

“Okay, but where do I put the biiiiiiiiiiiig number?” Y/N made a wide gesture with her arms. “Ariah, where should I put it? In the big box, yes! But oh no, my small number needs a friend. My three is soooooo lonely!” Y/N drew her mouth into a pout. “DJ, how can I help my three not be so sad? You’re absolutely right, let’s put that two right next to him in our number bond.”

…

“I’ve been waitin’  for a girl to mute,” Y/N sang into the gold karaoke mic. “I said, muuuuuuuuuute, I’m blinded by loud sounds. No, I can’t hear the friend who’s tryin’ to talk.”

…

“Oh boy. Kev, honey, we can— we can see you. Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. We can see all of you. I can’t turn your camera off, buddy. You gotta— there we go.”

…

“Mute please, I need— I need everybody to mute, please. Oh my goodness where is that music coming from?” Y/N frantically searched for her index card with the picture of the mute icon, as the sounds of a highly inappropriate song blared through the computer speaker. “I know it’s so loud, guys. Why is my mute power gone?! This is why we need to make sure we keep our mute button on, kindergarten.”

…

“No sweetie, it’s not time to log off yet. I’m sorry, I know it’s such a long day. We have about an hour left. Do you guys wanna do a countdown? It’s the fin-al count-down! Do-do doo dooooo. Do-do-d-do-dooo…”

…

“Annnnnd, I should see all my friends on mute. William, hang on just a second. All my friends need to look at my picture, it’s an oval with a line through it… Okay, William, what did you bring to show us?” Y/N leaned toward the computer screen. “Grandma Kathy? O-oh, she’s— she’s in the—“ Y/N’s eyes widened. “Is that— is that an urn? Oh wow. Um, well, wow. It’s beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing that with us, William. Grandma Kathy, may she rest in peace.”

⧭⧭⧭

A week into Y/N teaching kindergarten from their living room, the university had announced its transition to online coursework for the remainder of the academic year. Spencer had to host his first zoom lecture, and he was absolutely dreading it.

“Spence, it’s going to be fine. It’s not like you’ve never been on a video conference,” Y/N assured him. She sat cross-legged on the couch, waiting for him to let her in to his practice zoom.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t running those meetings. I just showed up.” He squinted at the computer screen. “Are you in?”

Y/N barely resisted the urge to make a joke, knowing that Spencer probably wouldn’t appreciate the innuendo. “No, you have to admit me.”

“What do you mean? How do I do that?”

“There should be a box with a button that says admit.”

Spencer gestured at the computer. “Well there’s a bunch of boxes— which one should I be looking at?”

Y/N sighed and got up from the couch. “IQ of 187 and can’t find the box.”

Spencer dragged a hand through his hair. “I know I shouldn’t find this so difficult. I’m sorry you have to waste your time on this.”

“Hey, it was a joke.” Y/N grabbed his hand from where he was frustratedly pulling on his frazzled curls. “I’m sorry. That was mean and you’re already stressed enough.” She used her free hand to smooth his hair back into place. She scrunched her nose. “I love you and your limited technology skills. And honestly it’s kind of nice to have one thing I can actually teach you about.” She squeezed his hand, leaning over him to peer at his computer screen. “All right, let’s find that elusive admit button.”

When the day of his lecture rolled around, Spencer thanked all the atoms in the observable universe that Y/N had a break during his class. Within the first ten minutes, he’d managed to accidentally kick himself out of his own meeting and then somehow lose track of the screenshare button.

“No one can see me and I don’t know what happened to the screenshare option. It was there and now it’s just… gone,” he told Y/N.

She leaned over his desk, eyes tracking over the screen and mouse clicking around the desktop. “How in the world did you manage to block your camera?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t even touch it!” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand how it’s even possible to be this bad at this.”

Y/N bumped his knee with her own, pulling up his camera settings and preferences. “Relax. You can’t be good at everything. It’s a refreshing reminder that you’re a mere mortal like the rest of us.” With a few rapid clicks, Y/N unblocked his camera and located the screenshare bar. “There. Crisis averted. I’m just going to share your whole screen in case you want to toggle between application windows. So just be aware that they’ll be able to see everything. And then you just click here when you’re ready to stop sharing.”

When Y/N turned her head toward him to check that he understood, Spencer grabbed the side of her face and caught her lips in a kiss. Y/N smiled against his mouth, heart speeding up as he traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue.

“Um, Dr. Reid? Your um— your camera’s working now.”

Spencer nearly fell out of his chair, his cheeks about the color of the Leave Meeting icon. Y/N dropped her head, debating whether she wanted to laugh or let the earth open up and swallow her whole. She ultimately decided to compose herself, stepping back and giving a little wave to the sea of tiny, grinning zoom faces before slinking out of frame, miming sorry to one very mortified professor.

⧭⧭⧭

“Would you want to be our mystery reader next week?” Y/N asked, bookmarking the page of her novel and reclining back in bed. “You just have to pick a story to read. Oh, and think of four clues about your identity to give the kiddos.”

Spencer raised his eyebrow, continuing to read. “Any story?”

Y/N laughed. “Well they’re six, so maybe hold off on the Chaucer and Bradbury for now. A picture book would be preferable.”

“Did you know that the first picture book, Orbis Sensualium Pictus, or Visible World in Pictures, was published in 1658?” He looked up from his own book. “Czech educator John Amos Comenius wanted to create a book that would be accessible to children of all levels of ability. The educational theories he explored are actually still in practice in the field of early childhood education.” He turned toward her from his spot under the covers. “For example, when you have your students make a hissing sound and slither their arms when they produce the sound represented by the letter s? Comenius included an alphabet chart with various animal and human sounds representing each letter. He wanted to demonstrate that the incorporation of multiple senses could help increase learning.”

“I guess you don’t fix what isn’t broken,” Y/N mused. “300 years later, and we’re still using the same methods.”

“362, actually,” Spencer corrected.

She gave him a look. “Maybe we can save the Comenius for another time.”

“The genre of children’s literature encompasses some of the most profound and philosophical story telling of all time.” Spencer returned his attention to his reading.

“...So is that a yes?”

Spencer smiled. “I’ve got a book in mind.”

“And clues,” Y/N reminded him, snuggling down under the covers and reopening her book. “We need some fun clues, mystery reader.”

…

“Kindergarten, we have a very special mystery reader this week. Oh man, are you ready for the first clue? The mystery reader loves jell-o! Raise your little hand if you love jell-o, too. Okay, kindergarten, I see you! Lots of jell-o lovers in the house.”

…

“Okay, clue number two! Our mystery reader works as a community helper— remember we learned about all different kinds of community helpers; firefighters, nurses, police officers. But if the mystery reader could be anything, they’d want to be a cowboy! How cool is that?”

...

“Clue number three for our mystery reader!” Y/N sucked in a gasp. “You guys. The mystery reader can do magic. Oh my goodness, I am so excited for Friday,” she sing-songed. “Will they show us a trick? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe if you ask nicely.”

…

“Okay, my friends, the last clue. The mystery reader loves reading. They read every day, and they’ve been reading since 1983! Yes, that was a very long time ago.”

⧭⧭⧭

“Okay, any last guesses about who our mystery reader might be?” Y/N questioned.

“I think it’s your dad,” a little voice called out.

Spencer made a choking noise from where he sat, slightly off camera. Y/N laughed. “The mystery reader is decidedly not my dad, Keyshon. Remember I showed you guys the picture of him— my dad’s a farmer, so he’s kind of already a cowboy.” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, without further ado, drumroll please... Our mystery reader is…” Y/N pushed her desk chair out of frame to allow Spencer to roll in, holding her hands out. “Spencer!”

He gave a little wave, smoothing his hair, suddenly painfully self-aware and nervous about the opinions of two dozen six-year-olds. “Hi guys.”

“You’re the boy on Ms. Y/L/N’s phone.”

“Your hair is so fluffy!”

“Do you have a cowboy hat?”

“I like your sweater.”

“Can you really do magic?”

“What’s your favorite jell-o?”

“Whoa, okay, let’s remember our mute button,” Y/N, holding up her index card. “I promise you’ll get to ask Spencer all your questions after he reads the story.”

Spencer smiled at the excited faces beaming through the screen. “Yes, I’m on Ms. Y/L/N’s phone; I don’t own a cowboy hat, yet; yes, I really can do magic; and the red jell-o is my favorite.”

Y/N watched with interest as Spencer pulled out his book. He’d been secretive about his choice, so she was as curious as her students.

“This is one of my favorite stories. It’s written by Munro Leaf, and illustrated by Robert Lawson. It’s The Story of Ferdinand.” Spencer held the cover up to the camera. “Ferdinand is the bull here on the cover. This story was written in 1935, which was a long time ago! Okay are you ready?” Spencer looked out on a sea of thumbs up, turning the page to the beginning of the story. “Once upon a time in Spain, there was a bull, and his name was Ferdinand.”

Y/N smiled as she listened to Spencer read each page, recounting the story of the peaceful bull. He was an excellent storyteller, changing the inflection and expression of his voice to match each sentence. He held each page up for just the right amount of time, panning it so her students could see each detail of the black and white pictures. He added his own wonderings and exclamations here and there, and her students were decidedly enthralled. Her heart ached at how comfortable he was, how natural this was for him. She rested her chin in her hand, trying to keep her mind in the present— ignoring the persistent little mental image of Spencer as a dad.

“So they had to take Ferdinand home. And for all I know, he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy… And that’s The Story of Ferdinand.” Spencer closed the book with a soft smile. “I love this story. Ferdinand is a very special bull. What do you think makes him so special?”

“Ferdinand didn’t fight,” a little voice piped up.

“Yes!” Spencer agreed. “He practiced pacifism in the face of the persistent, ingrained militarism of his country’s culture.”

Y/N placed a hand on Spencer’s knee and gave a quick squeeze. “Right, Ferdinand chose not to fight, even though everybody else he knew wanted to.” Y/N winked at him before turning back to the screen full of kids. “All his friends thought he was kind of weird, but he just really wanted to hang out in the shade and smell the flowers, huh? Sounds pretty good to me.”

“He wasn’t bothered that the other bulls thought he was strange for wanting to be peaceful,” Spencer added. “Sometimes being different can be a good thing. The Story of Ferdinand reminds me that it’s okay to be yourself, even if other people think you’re weird.” His eyes met Y/N’s. “Because there will always be people who love and appreciate you for who you are.”

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heyaa, can I request a crack fic (wu chang) where s/o (gender neutral) accidentally burns down the manor you can make up the situation ) with their friend ?(you can pick which character i dont mind) I hope this makes sense ,sorry for the vague concept hope you have a good day <3

this makes sense anon, i just hope you like it ! have a great day too <3 (also i wrote it as only a part of the manor burned down, not all of it sorry if you wanted the manor fully in ashes-)

wu chang x gn!reader who accidently burned down part of the manor

cw: fire, some of bon-bon's bombs go off, nobody's seriously injured, thank god, and there one curse word

it was an accident :D

really, it was an accident :DD

i mean, it wasn't all your fault

it was also luca's and whoever let you two have some of bonbon's bombs :) which would've been bonbon

before the whole accident, luca had actually asked you if you wanted to help with some of his tinkering !

turns out bonbon let him have a couple bombs

luca wanted to see the mechanics inside of the bombs as a reference for some of his other projects

and after you two had reassembled the bombs and began cleaning luca's workspace, well, it turned out some wires weren't correctly connected right-

heh well bomb go boom✨

"y/n, thanks for your help! i really appreciate it," luca said, smiling.

"yeah, of cour-"

boom.

and as the first went off, the second quickly followed with flames spreading faster and farther.

"sHIT-"

as the two of you tried looking for ways to extinguish the quickly spreading fire, other explosions and smaller eruptions of flame began. the fire grew with your panic as you realized it would only get bigger due to all of luca's inventions and tools he used being so highly flammable.

realizing any efforts to fight the flames were futile without any help, you grabbed luca's arm, the two of you running to warn others and get help.

on some serious notes, you managed to get the people near by out of the area and eventually got help from other survivors and hunters alike

now, part of the manor was in ashes :)

everyone was sorta just hanging out in the dining room, discussing the fire

as the news got around that you and luca started the fire, xie and fan both immediately flipped out and desperately started looking for you (fan shoving through the closely gathered groups and xie asking people if they had seen you)

as for your current whereabouts, emily had you and everyone who had been exposed to the fire rushed to the medical wing

and as she checked you all, one by one, the white and black guards burst through the door, relieved to see you alright

"y/n, there you are!"

looking up, you saw your beloved xie bi'an and fan wuju. brushing past emily (rude-), xie quickly embraced you, asking if you were okay, whilst fan stood to the side, muttering about your stupidity, but you knew he was relieved to see you, too.

"xie, i'm alright, but you should let emily finish," you said gently unwrapping his arms from around you. standing back, the two let emily do her thing before she dismissed you and moved on to the next.

you most definitely received an earful from the both of them

fan berated you on being so careless with the bombs while xie scolded you for messing around with the bombs in general

that night, you all were just together and in the intimate silence, xie admitted that both were really worried for your wellbeing while fan nodded, adding how they were scared you might've gotten seriously injured

they're just glad you're okay, but never again will you be messing with bombs

i'm really really sorry if this isn't that great and that it took me longer than usual to answer :/ just wasn't feeling all that great or motivated, but i'll be working on the other reqs soon and have them posted in a few days (hopefully) !

[asgardwinter]

Branched

summary | Being responsible for all the TVA archives is an important job but sometimes the lack of adventure makes you bored. When you come in contact with a new variant the drama might make its way to your peaceful archives.

pairing | Loki x fem!Reader

warnings | LOKI SPOILERS, now this is only chaos, it follows the series ending so…

word count | 1,5k

author’s note | So, this is the end for now (I’ll probably come back to Classified as soon as season 2 is out, I have more planned for this reader). I’m so happy about everyone that liked it!! I was hoping to make a happier ending but the series didn’t cooperate with me, I’m sorry in advance…

Feedback is always appreciated.

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The two of you stepped on the TVA, walking carefully to B-15’s cell to free the only other that could help you out with your little revolution that was about to bring some chaos to whoever was behind all this.

“Ok, so what’s the plan?” The hunter asked as soon as you opened her cell.

“That’s a good question.” You noted.

“So, no plan?”

“We’ll work it on the way.” Mobius decided.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said to him. “You know we’re the minority around here, right? We need to prove to them that they’re variants, too. The only thing is that we can’t tell them that Loki and Sylvie told us. They won’t believe it.”

“The archives.” B-15 remembered and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You shook your head. “There’s no information about whose variants are we. Probably the ones turned into TVA workers are predetermined and don’t even get to the archive to not spill the secret.”

The trio stayed there in the middle of the interrogation room thinking about what was happening.

“Franklin D. Roosevelt High School.” Mobius blurted with excitement. “That’s the answer!”

“When I was at Ravonna’s office, she had this pen I never saw anywhere here. From that High School.” He explained. “I think if we find the school we find her on the Sacred Timeline.”

“What?” B-15 asked and you endorsed it tilting your head.

“Then we can use it to prove the truth to the others.” B-15 complemented it. “Take them there.”

“Alright, that’s incredibly a good plan.” You said surprised. You really thought you were going to improvise most of it. “I’ll find the school at the archive. Mobius, you keep Renslayer occupied. And B-15, you’ll spread the truth.”

“I like the sound of it.” She smiled at the chance to directly tear the TVA lying down.

“Who named you the leader?” Mobius joked as you all left the room.

“Ain’t I ‘the savior of the timeline’?” You winked and he rolled his eyes. “Also, I’m the one who knows more about this place from the three of us. What we found out only fills a lot of gaps. And it also seems like you have some unfinished business with a certain judge.”

“You scare me sometimes.” He muttered.

“Do your part, we’ll do ours.” B-15 shoved him off. You two went the opposite way on the corridor running to get to the archives. “This plan better work out.”

“It’ll work.” You stated with confidence, trying to make it sound more real. “Because if it doesn’t I’m probably going back to The Void sooner than I expected.”

…

It wasn’t hard to locate the school located on Earth and one specific teacher, Rebecca Tourminet, that was Renslayer’s copy. Also doing a plan of action, where B-15 would bait one squadron to go to that specific place at the Sacred Timeline, was quite easy.

As soon as U-92 and his unit were convinced that they were also variants, the job became easier. Each worker who wanted proof of what you were saying went to Fremont, Ohio, in 2018. They were always shocked to spot their boss like a high school teacher with a different name.

When the majority was sure the news spreaded even faster, gossip was always a specialty of the TVA workers.

B-15 was the key to it. She was a great worker, highly respected between the others of her field and even people that work in totally different areas. With her words and the image of Rebecca Tourminet there was no argument that could stand.

“Is it working?” Mobius asked you when he got to the archives, looking over the incredible amount of files and papers thrown over the same desk you, him and Loki used previously.

“Better than I thought.” You replied, not looking up from the documents. “A lot of them are really angry, though. I don’t blame them but I think this place might be literally burnt down soon.”

“Any news on how to get our memories back?”

That was your job now. You gathered every single paper and note that could say something about that. Now you were working on getting your hands on the classified archives, if only the nerve wracking Miss Minutes was cooperating.

“I’m working on it, but until now there’s nothing promising. We need to get to the classified section in hopes to get the whole truth or at least a small lead.”

“We can take a look at Ravonna’s office.” Mobius offered the idea. I believe she has the good stuff hidden there.”

“Where’s she?”

“Gone.”

“Sorry.” You didn’t ask any more about that. The hurt in his face was enough to tell you to leave the subject by now.

“Come on.” He nodded in the direction of the corridor that’d take you into the main control room.

You bumped into Mobius as you entered the control room,a loud beeping echoed to the place. “What are you…”

Both of you rushed through the maze of halls and passages. You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, Loki came to your mind for the first time since you escaped The Void and got into this huge mess.

That started to get you worried. How much time would he take to come back to you? And the worst question that suddenly passed through your mind, would he even come back?

“Oh my God!” He ignored you and stopped in front of the monitor that showed the timeline, usually a straight line.

It wasn’t a line any more. At least not only one.

“Oh…” You manage to say, stopping by his side. Eyes glued to the screen.

The branching was so fast, passing the red line that signed what was reversible. The beeping was almost imperceptible now, your only focus was the ramifying of the timeline.

Those weren't more nexus events, but entire new realities.

That was the multiverse.

“No turning back now.” Mobius said, looking faintly to the monitor in front of him.

“Who said anything about turning back?” B-15 replied. In your zoning out you didn’t notice she pausing there too.

The three of you stayed there, staring at the monitor.

“For all time.” Mobius recited.

“Well, it seems like the timeline is free.” You observed in a fearful voice.

That was so new to all of you.

“Always.” B-15 replied.

…

Loki decided to take action after having a short moment to deal with the pain Sylvie’s treason brought him. He ran through the TVA, more lost than he ever was in that place. Deciding that the archives were a place where he’d probably find you or someone reliable he went that way, searching for your TVA uniform’s colors between those shelves.

“That’s, what, 63 new branches in this unit alone?” Mobius said frustrated.

“Does he want us to just let it all branch?” B-15 asked with concern in her eyes.

“God, these archives are gonna be a mess!” Loki noticed you looking angry, hands filled with binders and folders just like the first time he saw you. “Hope he plans on sending more personnel to me or I’m burning it all down.”

“At this point, how are we even gonna stop it?” Mobius looked at the other two searching for an answer.

“We can’t!” Loki shouted in response, startling your group and making you jump a little droping what you had in hand.

“What?” Mobius was preoccupied. “What’d you say?”

“It’s done, Mobius.” Loki told him, coming closer and then changing his gaze to you. “We made a terrible mistake.”

"What's done?” B-15 inquired.

“We freed the timeline. We found him beyond the storm. A Citadel at the End of Time.” Loki explained it desperately, gesturing so much trying to make some sense of it. “He’s terrifying. He planned everything. He sees everything. He knows everything. It’s complicated. Okay?”

“Right.” Mobius raised his hands in hopes to calm Loki down. It didn’t work.

“But someone is coming. Countless different versions of a very dangerous person. And they’re all set on war. We need to prepare.”

“Take it easy. You’re an analyst, right?” Mobius asked. “What division are you from?”

“What?” Loki didn’t understand what he meant with that question. “What are you talking about?”

“Who are you? What's your name?”

“Tell me you remember me, darling.” He reached for your hand, but you hid it. People at the TVA don’t just go touching each other, and you looked a bit frightened by what he was saying. “Tell them you know me.”

Loki turned to you with a desperate look in his beautiful eyes. After he was betrayed by Sylvie, even opening his heart to her, Loki was almost crashing as he thought about the only person that admitted trusting him doesn’t knowing who he was at all.

“Boots on the ground now. Archives.” B-15 warned her squad through the comms.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember seeing you before.” You said in a soft tone. One that sounded like you were really sorry for that. One that almost made him cry again.

“So who are you?” Mobius insisted on the question as Loki looked away from the trio of TVA workers. You walked carefully in his direction worrying about his mental state.

That’s when he spotted the statue of someone he hoped not to see that soon. He looked at the face of the stone carved piece of decoration, frightened to see who was the "he" you all were talking about.

Chaos had started and he wasn’t on the good side of it.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

NSFW Alphabet (N-Z)

Part 1 | Part 2

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female! Reader

Summary: A-Z of just smut (and some fluff).

Word Count: 1324

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, teasing, slight spanking, sex toys, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note: POSTING IN 2 PARTS! Because Tumblr won’t let you have more than 250 text blocks. Happy Birthday to Sam! I love how this turned out and I hope you all do too! Enjoy loves <3

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

He would never ever do something that would hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

He had told you countless times that if there ever was something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting that you speak immediately.

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

That man could live between your thighs if he had the chance. At every opportunity, he would search for your core to nuzzle his face in it and bring you earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasm with his master tongue.

Sam was close to bringing you to a third orgasm in some random room at the party the two of you were attending.

His mouth was sinful as he sucked on your raw and abused clit for how long you didn't know. You lost track of time how long you've been spread out for him on some random surface as he was on his knees. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to have access to all of you.

“I-I don't th-think I can d-do one mo-more baby.”

“Just one more. Just one more for me.”

“Shouldn't we go back to the party? People must wonder where we are.”

“I don't care. I don't like the food there. This here is much better. Now cum for me one last time.”

He wouldn’t say no to an offer from you in sucking him off. He just wishes sometimes you would have picked a more appropriate time to do so.

“Her? Now?” Sam questioned as you were on your knees trying to undo his pants. The two of you were at a party, and you had gotten the sudden urge to feel him on your tongue, so desperate to taste him.

You had pushed him into some random small broom closet. The crowns of people outside having no idea what was going on just a few meters from them.

“Yes now. Do you not want me to?” You asked innocently as you grabbed his dick through his underwear. “N-no, I want to. Please keep going… fuck.”

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

If he’s been angry and frustrated that day, it’ll be more rough than usual. You could feel him take that little bit of frustration out on your body as he fucked you hard and fast from behind.

Not that you mind. It was terrible to admit, but you loved those times when he got home from his day a little angrier. Your thighs clenching together in knowledge that he would handle you roughly in bed.

Your head was buzzing as Sam fucked you into oblivion from behind. He had gotten home frustrated and in desperate need to release some steam. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your palms to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.

His palm continuously left harsh slaps on your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.

It didn't take long for both of you to release. His hands held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you just a tad longer after the orgasm.

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

If there really isn’t time for foreplay and exploring each other, he has nothing against a quickie if one of you is in a rush.

“We don’t have time for this Y/N! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes is more than enough, Sam! We just need to be very quick.”

The rush to get his pants down as well as your underwear under the dress down was immense as you only had a few minutes to bring each other pleasure before you had to leave for the fancy gala both of you were attending.

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

He’s up for exploring new possibilities in bed if that’s what you want.

New positions, maybe some toys that could be used to enhance both of your pleasures.

If you were game, he was as well.

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

You have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and is good to go for 2-3 rounds. You don't understand how in the fuck he does it. It's like a secret superpower he has. He mainly uses it to his advantage when he wants to tease you to the fullest.

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

There won’t be that many toys that are used. Sam always says that his mouth, hands, and dick are the only toys that are needed in the bedroom.

Once in a while, he will ask you to fuck yourself with the dildo in your drawer while he watches intensely.

“Please, Sam, can you just come and touch me?” The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it would never please you in the same way Sam did.

“No, no. I want to watch. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not at home.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

There is teasing to some degree, but he mostly wants to get right on.

But those few times he does actually want to tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you absolutely insane with need.

“No… please,” the pathetic plea for him not to deny your orgasm again was bringing a smirk to his expression.

“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his fingers were inserted in you once again to build you up. Was he going to allow you to let go this time? That would be left to see when the time came.

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

He can be loud at times, but mostly he’ll just let out grunts and moans of your name on a repeated loop. It became more evident just as he’s about to finish inside of you.

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

Sam loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to spare.

He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once before he’s even put his dick in you.

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

Have you seen how he walks? He’s thick and long, and he knows how to make you absolutely crazy with it. The way he holds himself just screams big dick energy.

You’ve been together for years, but you still can’t get used to his length inside of you, and you doubt you ever will.

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

He’s always ready if you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you 24/7, 365 days.

Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.

The two of you were laying on your sides, Sam’s chest pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.

It was early in the morning. The two of you were as tired as could be but the need to feel each other was intense.

It wouldn’t be long until the two of you released all over each other. On the bright morning, none of you would be able to hold on for long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always takes care of you before his eyes close for sleep. Washing you, cuddling you, running a bath for the two of you to relax in.

He can’t sleep unless he knows you have been appropriately taken care of.

“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”

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[bellsyafterdark]

ngl I love the focus on boba and fennec and paz taking din apart and taking care of him etc etc but im r e a l l y curious to see more of like. how paz fits into the dynamic? he undoubtedly does, I just want to see how and where and elaboration on "puppy" since it's been used several times and it sounds like some truly d e l i c i o u s content 👀 also the way he seems to switch between dominant with din and submissive to the others? and not to mention how boba and fennec interact.... I just--id love to know all about this au is what im saying I guess lol. you write so damn well and your characterization and ideas all just got me like

😂💛 thank you, thank you

I wrote a whole side story for it on Twitter that I'll paste below. I tend to blurb there and only write here when it's in reply to asks.

You can imagine this is set after the published story on AO3 "something borrowed...."

I've thought about how Paz and Din's old tribe could react to learning about their new lives. How they might ask Paz, so infamously proud, how he feels about being second choice for Din's attentions.

"You are generous to think I rank so highly for his affections," Paz would say.

Because he only found Din again after the man had been taken in by Boba and Fennec, their claim clearly stated, and they were gracious to find space in their lives for Paz because Din asked. Slowly, the three alphas have grown closer in understanding and appreciation. But Paz made the decision to stay for Din; any method to keep the man in his life. He's learning to be less jealous (yearning and needy), temper his greed, crush the ache that echoes in his chest watching Din bloom, sigh and his body cry out for other people.

Paz can share.

He thinks he's convinced others and himself until the morning he wakes, senses tingling on alert, and rolls on his back to find his hands have been cuffed to the above bed rail in his sleep.

Boba and Fennec kneel at his sides, startlingly naked, gazes predatory.

"Those muscles," Fennec praises, slanting an appreciative look at Boba by Paz's other thigh.

"You're not getting out that way, pup," Boba says, voice warm.

Paz scowls at the endearment. "I am NOT your pup."

Boba's stare pins him still. "Yes, you are."

Paz's abdomen tenses under Fennec's roving hand, breathing out harshly with her possessive grope at muscle beneath the softer padding of flesh.

"And it's time you learned that if you're going to stay," Boba says. "

There's so MUCH of you," Fennec purrs to herself, a small smile.

A soft, familiar sigh catches Paz's attention and he finally notices Din reclined in one of the large seats across the room. He's watching them, skin flushed pink. His feet are planted on the chair's edge, thighs spread and his fingers swirling over the dark bud of his clit.

He's enjoying this?

Desire curls low in Paz's gut at the familiar sight. A low groan gutters out of him with the hand that closes over the slack girth of his cock, squeezing firmly.

Boba's hand pumps him, slow and strong. "Everything in this palace is mine. You understand?"

Paz swallows, glutes tensing as his cock fills quickly. Teeth close over his nipple and he gasps at the unfamiliar texture of wet, slick heat as Fennec takes an open mouthful of his pec, groaning in delight. The vibrations earn his moan, his skin lighting up under their touches.

The full muscle of his other pec is crushed under Fennec's exploring hands. She twists back to look at Boba. "I want his face."

Paz's stomach leaps in alarm until Boba orders, "The helmet stays on."

And then Fennec is prowling up Paz's body, eyes dark and smiling. "That IS his face," she purrs, narrowing Paz's world to the strong, bare thighs that straddle his buy'ce, and then darkness. A moan of pleasure shivers from her above him. "Mmm-- nice and cold," the sound is muffled by her thighs. "Did you have him ride you like this, baby?"

The words surprise him, groin tensing with the memory that yes, Paz did, and then the admission is pulled from him in an audible cry with Boba's firm upstroke, Paz's hips rising to follow it. The sound is wrenched from him, distorted by the rough modulator of his voxcoder.

"More of that noise for us, pup," Boba growls, fingers tightening to a ring beneath the head of Paz's cock, grip sliding faster. Paz's knees bend with his groaning cry, thighs openIng, and his heels drag along the mattress. "I want to hear you understand who's doing this to you."

It's confusing: the parts of Paz that want to wrench free battling with the unfamiliar swoop in his gut telling him this feels nice, pleasure sluicing over him like warm syrup at the greed in their touch and the rumble of their words. He's not used to being the recipient of that.

"... Followed that pretty pussy across the stars, didn't you?" Fennec is grinding a hypnotic rhythm back and forth across his visor, Paz's audials bringing the slick sounds of her arousal. "Would have followed him into the heart of a dying star-- just to know he's yours--"

Slickened hardness startles Paz in its slide down between his cheeks, a heart-stopping press at his rim of muscle, his heavy thigh is pushed up and back, and then he's staring into the dark of Fennec's cunt, unseeing as he's parted on searing thickness.

"Nnnngh--" The steel of the bed rail creaks under the strain of Paz's strength as he pulls, arching away from the intrusion of Boba's cock-- so full-- but the other alphas laughs, easily keeping him pinned.

"You're not the first who tried," Fennec soothes him. "They all want him."

A grinding drag against his inner walls, blinding push back in. Paz cries out at the burning frissons of pleasure.

"He's ours, you understand, pup?"

Light floods in, startling him as Fennec slides back to straddle his chest, gentle smile curving her mouth. Paz's body rocks beneath her from Boba's driving thrusts, the generous swell of Paz's chest tickling her wet folds! the local King finds his rhythm, slow and heavy, sinking deeper on every thrust.

"You want to belong to us too, baby?" Fennec croons.

Paz trembles, chest heaving. His head is spinning. He can't get enough air, his breaths loud and ragged in his helmet. With every thrust, it feels like Boba is feeding him more and more. How big is he? Is this what Din feels when Paz folds him open? Boba's next thrust makes him buck and moan. What was that?

His feet plant in the mattress thighs falling wider against Boba's hips and the other alpha rewards him with a hard snap inside, growling.

"You take orders well," Boba praises him, hands braced like iron on his hips. "I need someone to look after him when we go away."

Din did not need a guardian or protector; this is what Paz might have reminded them if Boba didn't choose that moment to fasten his grip under Paz's thick thighs and start pounding into him.

"Fuck!" Paz shouts, writhing.

Fennec's weight keeps him planted.

Boba's pace is fast, plunging into his tight channel with claiming thrusts, made slicker with the pre-cum being drawn from his cock.

Sweat beads on Boba's brow and he was snarling, "A good s-stud to keep nnnh bred an-and happy. Pound his little hole for us-- open-- keep him--"

A thin, fluting whimper of need reaches his ears: Din.

Shuddering, Paz's eyes roll, head falling back and his neck arches as Boba shifts, striking that molten spot of low burning bliss over and over.

"Fill him up 'til-- until we get back-- you can-- I know you can--" Boba panted.

God. Paz could. He could be so good for them-- for Din--

Strong, slim fingers close low on his throat. Fennec. "You close? You wanna come, baby?"

A storm of turmoil churns in Paz's chest-- submit-- don't-- the moan breaks from his chest before he can stop it, throaty, begging. His cock throbs, neglected. He wants to come so badly.

Boba growls as though in rut, low and feral. "You're gonna wait."

/fuck/

The order punches a sharp moan of lust from Paz's chest and he almost comes, surprising himself. No one had ever used him like this before. None had dared. Paz tilts his hips up when Boba pauses, breathing harshly, toes curling in the sheets.

"Come here, sweetheart," Boba says.

Paz's heart leaps with understanding before his conscious mind catches on.

The bed dips with new weight and then Din tumbles against Boba's side, clumsy with need. Boba laughs gently under his breath, brushing kisses over his forehelm.

"You're gonna climb on this. We're gonna see how far it spreads you," Boba said.

Din trembles, looking down at the intimidating girth of Paz's cock standing straight from his body.

"You're gonna let me eat you open." Fennec's fingers trail down Din's scarred chest.

Din accepts her stabilising hand and lifts a knee, straddling Paz as instructed.

"And I'm gonna show your stud how to fuck you," Boba promises, but Din may not have heard him, falling back against his chest with a high moan as Paz's cock cleaves him open on a spine-melting sink to the root, so hot, so perfect, God this was home.

Paz's eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed, desperate-- desperate not to come yet, but throbbing heat bears him open and slick, clenching muscles massage him tight-- what is he supposed to do?

His heels dig in deep and the rail above him creaks as his body pulls taut. Din cries out as Paz's hips snaps into him, pumping helplessly with the hot groan spilled from deep in his chest, shuddering at the force of his full body orgasm.

God... G od....

His pulse roars in his ears, time suspends, and when Paz comes back down to his body, Din's hand clutches his belly where Paz spilled.

His breath catches at the alphas' twin looks of disappointment.

"Oh, puppy," Fennec sighs, pushing Din's thighs wide for the view where he stretches thin around Paz's cock. "Now this is gonna hurt."

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TL;DR Paz is Boba and Fennec's stud to breed Din for their amusement, their bull to keep him full, and they enjoy domming tf out of him to remind him of the pecking order (and sometimes just because, as a treat)

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Liquid Courage

A/N: Okay, so, this Sonny Carisi x reader fic was literally just an excuse to write drunk!Sonny. Idk how it got so long, but here we are. My headcanon is that Sonny is...touch starved is the wrong adjective. Affectionate? Touchy? Something. Hope y'all enjoy!

Tags: SVU talk, alcohol mention

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You were standing in the vast hallways of the courthouse, waiting to hear if your testimony helped at all. You were a Medical Examiner for the Manhattan NYPD, meaning you couldn’t tailor your statements like the detectives or victims could; you only spoke about the facts. And the facts were simple; with the injuries the deceased sustained, they died from asphyxiation. Could it have been caused by their husband wrapping a soft material around their throat? Of course. Could it also have been caused by the victim hanging herself in her room? Yes, it could. The same could be said for a thousand other scenarios. The difference was the husband was found to be abusive, and it was highly suspected that he killed her. But that was the detective’s job. Yours was to give them the facts. Did you want the sick fuck behind bars? Of course, but that wasn’t what you were called for—no opinions, just facts.

The SVU squad caught up with you quickly; Olivia, Amanda, Fin, and Sonny. You adverted your eyes when you saw Sonny; you had a crush on him, though you were only friends. At first, you were just the ME, hardly talking to him…or any of the squad, really, outside of work-related things. But he was charming and made it a point to talk to you every time he visited about, well, everything. Soon enough, you knew all about his family, and he knew about yours. He even invited you over for game night with the squad a few times.

“Jury back yet?” you asked as they got closer. You asked Olivia, but your eyes darted to Sonny a few times, your cheeks burning. He, of course, decided to stand right next to you, close enough to touch.

“Not yet; it’s only been a few hours—” Olivia was cut off as her phone pinged. She pulled it out of her pocket, glancing at the screen. “Never mind; jury’s back now.” You followed them to the courtroom, and congratulated them all, including Barba, when the jury came back with a guilty conviction.

“Celebratory drinks?” Amanda asked, grinning. Everyone agreed with that…except for you.

Sonny looked to you expectantly, but you shook your head. “I’d love to, but I’d rather decompress at home,” you replied, smiling sheepishly.

The detectives all nodded in understanding. Sonny patted your arm lightly, muttering a, “you’ll be missed. See ya on Monday,” before following his coworkers. You trailed behind before splitting from the group, heading home while they headed in the direction of Forlini’s.

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You were at home, reading a book while soft piano music played softly on your speakers. You jumped as your phone rang. Looking at the id, you cocked an eyebrow. Sonny was calling you?

“Hey, Sonny; everything okay?” you asked as you answered.

There was loud music playing and voices before Sonny’s voice overpowered them all. “Heyyyy doll! I hope you’re doing okaaaay.”

Oh god, he was drunk. You let out a little huff of laughter, shaking your head. “I’m doing just fine, Son. How’re you?”

“I-I miss you,” he hiccupped, and your cheeks burned. “I wanted to l-let you know….” He pulled away from the phone for a moment, talking to someone before he was back. “I app-appreciate all you do, and I-I looooove youuuu~.” He dragged out the last two words, saying them in a sing-song voice.

Your heart leapt into your throat. He was obviously drunk; he didn’t mean it like that…or did he? “Do you need me to come pick you up?” you asked, concerned.

Sonny’s words all melded together and you couldn’t understand what he was saying anymore.

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Stay. There,” you ordered, pulling your shoes on. At least he was with his squad. He slurred something else unintelligible before hanging up, and you rolled your eyes, a small grin on your lips.

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You made it to Forlini’s in record time, glancing around at the patrons, looking for the lanky detective. He wasn’t too hard to find; in the corner of the bar was the whole SVU squad, and Sonny was loud. He was laughing at something, pounding his hand on the table, his head thrown back as he guffawed. Picking out a path towards him, you weaved through the crowded bar feeling completely out-of-place in your sweats and loose shirt.

Once close enough, you reached a hand out, laying your hand on Sonny’s elbow. He jumped, whipping around to look at you and almost falling off his seat in the process. His cheeks were rosy, and he had the widest grin on his face as his watery eyes focused on you.

“You came! Can I b-buy you a drink?” Sonny asked loudly, his voice carrying over the rest of the cacophony in the bar.

You gave him a soft smile. “Actually, I think it’s time to take you home, Son,” you replied. The rest of the squad seemed to be in various states of sober or tipsy, but Sonny was obviously the one that was gone. He didn’t object as you helped him stand, waving a goodbye to the rest of the squad, and pulling him through the bar.

“Guys! The hot ME is taking me home!” Sonny yelled, and you ducked your head, your face on fire. Other drunks in the bar congratulated him, and you as well, as you made your way through the throng. You just wrapped an arm tighter around Sonny’s waist, pulling him towards the exit.

Once outside, Sonny wrapped his arms around your midsection, pulling you close to him. “Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked, resting his head on top of yours.

“You may have mentioned it on the phone,” you commented, trying to drag him towards your car.

Sonny was having trouble walking straight, mostly because he was trying to wrap himself around you. “I mean it, d-doll. You’re so fuckin’ smm-art and pretty and funny and cute and beautiful…” he trailed off, leaning almost completely on you now, his weight crushing you.

“Uh huh,” you replied, smiling despite yourself. You knew he was only saying this because he was drunk; sober-Sonny would never be like this. It left a pang of sadness in your heart, because you really did like him. But come tomorrow, he’d remember none of it, and life would go back to normal.

You made it to your car and deposited him in the passenger seat, buckling him in. Sonny attempted to get out, but the seatbelt held him down. He seemed confused, pulling at the material across his chest as you slid into the driver’s seat. You cracked his window so that he’d get some fresh air and pulled away from the curb. You knew where he lived, so you headed in that direction.

“Love you,” Sonny muttered, his eyes glued to your face. You smiled, ignoring the fluttering those words made burst forth. Only in your wildest dreams did Sonny say those words to you, but he’s said it so much tonight...at least it would fuel some late night fantasies. You jumped as his hand connected gently with your head. You were about to ask what he was doing until you realized; he was petting your hair.

“So soft…” he breathed, his fingers twining through the strands of hair. Your breathing hitched slightly, and you tried to focus on the road.

“Is there a reason you’re petting me?” you asked, chuckling lightly.

“Cause your hair is so soft, so pretty…feels so nice,” Sonny replied. You were thankfully getting close to his place when you noticed him moving; it seemed like he was trying to fight the seatbelt, but couldn’t quite figure it out.

“What are you doing?” you asked, alarmed.

Sonny grunted against the impossible belt holding him down. “Wanna cuddle. Wanna hold you.” He said it almost angrily, but that was directed more at the damned seatbelt holding him from you.

“Sonny, stop struggling; wait until we’re not in the car,” you instructed. He let out a huff of defeat, sinking into the seat grumpily before dissolving into giggles.

You pulled up in front of his apartment complex shortly after. As you got out and came around to his side, you let out a chuckle, watching Sonny fight and lose against the seatbelt. You hurried to open his door, leaning across him, and clicking his seatbelt off.

“Freedom!” Sonny cheered as you helped him out of the car. Though, now free of the car, nothing stopped him from draping his body over yours, leaning over your back.

“Sonny, this isn’t helpful—” you started before he cut you off.

“Mmm cuddles,” he murmured, his voice directly in your ear, slurring even worse than before.

You struggled under his weight as he forced more of himself on you, wrapping his arms completely around your torso and arms, leaning almost completely on top of you, forcing you to bend forwards under his weight. “S-Sonny…I need you to walk with me, man,” you huffed, trying to take the few steps into his building.

“Can we cuddle, though?” Sonny asked, wrapping a leg around your waist.

You had to stop walking, spreading your legs so that he didn’t completely throw you off balance. “Oh my god; yes, we can cuddle. But let’s get inside first.”

Reluctantly, he peeled himself off you…mostly. He kept his arms around you as you tried to hurry to his door, before he changed his mind and rewrapped around you.

“Keys?” you asked as you made it to his apartment.

Sonny seemed barely conscious at this point, leaning fully on you again, but from the side this time. You had to lean partly against the wall to keep from falling. “You’rrrrre prettyyy,” he hummed in your ear.

“Yes, thank you. Where’s your keys?” you repeated. Sonny swayed on his feet, blinking slowly, showing no signs of hearing you. You sighed, reaching into his pockets, searching for any kind of jingling. You found his phone and wallet easily enough before your fingers closed around his keyring.

As you pulled your hand out of his pants pocket, he said in a low voice, “I like when you touch me.”

Heat rushed to your face, and you ignored him, as well as the rush of arousal you felt, and unlocked the door. “Come on,” you grunted, dragging him over the threshold. You half led, half carried Sonny back to his bedroom. Once his bed was in sight, Sonny extracted himself from you, moving to collapse onto the mattress, face-first and laying diagonally across it, legs dangling off the side. Bending down, you were able to get his shoes off quickly before he rolled onto his back.

He reached out for you, muttering, “cuddles” over and over again as you shook your head at him.

“Hold on, Son. Let me go to the bathroom really quick,” you lied. You had no intentions of cuddling with him, nervous about what he may do. Sonny was a good guy, but alcohol was a hell of a drug.

He nodded to you, letting his arms fall to his sides. You quickly leaned over him, loosening his tie and pulling it off. “Be right back,” you said, leaving his room and closing the door behind you.

Searching in his kitchen, you quickly found glasses. You filled one with water before heading back towards his room. You debated finding food for him, but water seemed more important right now. That is, until you opened his bedroom door and found him passed out. Sighing once more, you deposited the glass on his nightstand, then reached into his pockets, pulling out his wallet and phone. His charger was laying on the floor by the nightstand, and you plugged in his phone while he snored loudly. Then, as gently as you could, you lifted his legs and pulled them to the bed, angling him so that his head was on the pillows…more or less.

Shaking your head slightly and fighting a smile, you crept out of his room, letting him sleep it off. You wondered if you should just go home, but you were worried about him; he had gotten pretty drunk. Making your way back to the kitchen, you glanced in his fridge. He kept it well-stocked, and you vaguely remembered him telling you he liked to cook. Nodding to yourself, you went to the couch in the living room, making yourself comfortable, and falling asleep quickly.

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You awoke early in the morning. The apartment was silent, and you stretched before getting up. After splashing some water in your face while in the bathroom, you made your way to the kitchen. You took out the eggs, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, cheese, and salsa you had found the previous night. You weren’t a whiz in the kitchen, but you could make an omelet easily enough. Searching through cabinets for pans, you also found a cheese grater. You glanced at the potatoes in a basket on the counter, deciding to add some hash browns to the mix. Greasy food was the best for hangovers. Finding the pans, you started grating the potatoes, letting them cook a bit before starting on the meat.

There was a beep behind you, and you jumped before you realized it was the automatic coffeemaker. You searched until you found mugs, then made yourself a cup as you cooked. Once the meat and potatoes were done, you turned everything to low, waiting for Sonny to wake up. Eggs don’t take much to cook, and you could make them as he showered or drank coffee.

As if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear Sonny shuffling about in his room. The door slowly opened, and a very disgruntled-looking Sonny stumbled out of his room. Since waking, he had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, making your cheeks burn. His eyes were barely open, and his hair hung limply on his face as he rubbed his head.

When he caught you in his kitchen, he froze, eyes going wide. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he muttered. His eyes traveled over the various pans on the stove before coming back to your face. “Wait…please tell me we didn’t….”

“N-no! I just gave you a ride home last night, then slept on your couch to make sure you didn’t die from alcohol poisoning,” you explained. Though, you were slightly disappointed with how upset he seemed about potentially sleeping with you.

Sonny nodded, moving to make himself a cup of coffee. “And the breakfast is just a bonus?”

“I figured you’d need the help. You were pretty…fucked up last night,” you smiled, and he groaned.

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything too embarrassing,” he mumbled as you cracked the eggs into the pan.

You salted and peppered the eggs, then moved to poke at the hash browns, making sure they weren’t sticking to the pan. “I wasn’t there at the bar, so you’d have to ask your squad for that story. But, uh, I did watch you lose a fight to a seatbelt.”

“Fucking fantastic,” he replied, letting out a soft chuckle. He came over to you as you flipped the eggs, watching you work. “That it? Nothing else? Because I did wake up fully clothed, minus shoes and a tie.”

Your cheeks burned and you kept your eyes on the eggs as you put the mushrooms on top. “I’ve learned you really want cuddles when drunk…and that you think my hair is soft.” You didn’t dare look at him as you sprinkled some cheese on the mushrooms, then folded half the eggs on top of it. You plated the omelet, pouring some salsa on top and adding more cheese. “The tie just seemed like a safety precaution.”

You kept your eyes on the food, even as you felt Sonny staring at you. Once you had scooped hash browns, sausage, and bacon onto the plate, you chanced a glance at him, offering him the plate. Sonny’s eyes bored into yours, holding you there for what seemed like forever before he took the plate from you.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You gave him a small smile. “Anytime,” you breathed back. Sonny moved to a free spot on the counter, taking small bites of food. But his eyes went wide as he tasted it, and he started shoveling food into his mouth. Grinning, you scooped the rest of the food onto another plate before moving to soak the pans.

You ate in silence, pausing only to drink coffee. Having less food, you finished first, then moved to start doing the dishes.

“No, no. You made this amazing food; I’ll do dishes,” Sonny said, swallowing hard.

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Son; I made a mess of your kitchen. I’ll clean it—”

“Like hell you will. First, you made sure I made it home safe. Second, you stayed the night to make sure I didn’t die. And third, you made me the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time—I swear my hangover is gone. You are not doing dishes.”

You smirked. “Okay fine, you win.” Instead, you finished your coffee, rinsing the mug out in the sink. Sonny continued eating, and you felt awkward standing in his kitchen. “So…I guess I’ll see you at work?” you said as a way of goodbye. You grabbed your phone off the counter, slowly making your way to his door.

“Wait!” Sonny called out, following you out of the kitchen. You cocked an eyebrow at him, and he shifted on his feet. “I-I feel like I should give you a better thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“It’s fine, Sonny, really. That’s what friends are for, right?” you shrugged.

Sonny seemed to fight with himself for a moment before he muttered, barely audible for you to hear, “what if…I don’t want to be just friends?”

“What?” you asked, your heart racing. He wasn’t drunk anymore, and if what he was saying was true….

He came closer to you. “What if I don’t want to be just friends?” he repeated. ���It seems like…drunk me was at least trying to flirt with you…. Something sober me is too damn nervous to even attempt.” When you still didn’t respond, he let out a huff. “What I mean is, I-I like you…a lot. And I’d, uh, I’d like to get to know you better?”

“You’re not still drunk, are you?” you asked, half-joking. Sonny shook his head, eyes wide. “Okay, good. Because you kinda did profess your love to me last night…but I was afraid that it was only because you were drunk.”

Sonny ran a hand over his face. “Did I really? I’m…so sorry if I made you uncomfortable—”

“No, it’s fine, really. I, uh…I’ve liked you for a while now. I was just worried that it was your drunk self that liked me, and not, uh, you,” you explained.

Sonny smiled sarcastically. “Drunk me says what sober me is thinking…most of the time.” He rubbed his neck anxiously. “So, uh, can we go on a date? No alcohol, I promise.”

You chuckled. “I’d like that. You obviously have my number—call me?”

“Of course. Let me clean up here—myself as well as the sink—and then I’ll give you a call,” Sonny grinned genuinely this time, and you melted.

“Sounds good. Talk to you soon.” You made your way out of his apartment, giving him a small wave. As he closed the door behind you, you broke out in a wide grin, excited for a date with Detective Carisi.

[octania]

Benimaru Shinmon x Reader //Obi Akitaru x Reader (HEADCANONS) Halloween edition

Word count: 800

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW

Short description: How would Beni and Obi spent their Halloween with their s/o.

Benimaru has two little brats to take care for, and they are cute as their sweet tooth for candy, so you better believe you are going to accompany the moody Captain when he takes the twins trick or treating.

Twins would insist on all of you wearing matching costumes, and luckily for you, their taste is impeccable. Instead of making you two be Peter Pan and Wendy, they would choose Benimaru’s costume to be a samurai warrior and you a queen of Asakusa, while they are your two princesses. Better believe Benimaru would have his cheeks bright red on the thought of all of you being a family, plus, him in the traditional warrior clothes that make his muscles prominent and he radiates power with every step he makes, his two ruby eyes shining through is hannya mask, towering over you just before he bows, reaching with his hand for yours in a respectful manner to kiss the royal hand of a princess, would make your heart stop.

Benimaru is the Jack from Nightmare before Christmas in Asakusa, well, when the festivals are in question. Every Hallows’ Eve, people wait for your beloved to climb on top of the mountain of pumpkins placed on the main square, step by step, until he reaches the top. Rising his samurai sword, he sinks the blade in the pumpkin under his feet, releasing his flames through it, the piercing fire crawls along the orange things, but not burning them whole, just the selected parts, carving them with their burning sting, leaving the faces of jack-o’-lanterns with various expressions on every single one except the one under his feet.

People chant his name while he stands there in the middle of the Halloween dream, reaching for the pumping under his feet, rising it and bathing it with his flames once again, and suddenly it begins to float, like a fire ball, rushing above the heads of the cheering people, until it stops in front of you, hovering. The surface is interspersed with embers, eating the flesh of the pumpkin, creating a symbol of Asakusa. He is giving the town’s key into your hands tonight, because you are the queen of it.

Benimaru likes to gamble, there is no hiding it, and his nasty habit on Halloween brings even you to the table. But maybe it is not so bad…. After the trick or treating and collecting candy, he makes you play for the pieces of it, having his eye on the sweetest prize, and it is not chocolate… You innocently agree, only finding out what he wants after you lose, and instead of reaching in your candy beg for a candy bar, he reaching under your skirt, for the most delicious cookie in the jar…

 If you don’t want your house to be egged on Halloween after the angry trick or treaters leave empty handed from your porch, you better hide your candy good, because Obi will not hesitate to eat it all. You learnt it the hard way, finding trails of discarded Twix or Mars wrapping paper on the house floor, like a trail of crumbs, leading you to your boyfriend curled on the couch, face smeared with chocolate and him holding a pumpkin shaped plastic bag where the candy was, deep a sleep after devouring all that sugar.

Except candy, Obi likes to jump scare you on this spooky night. Something about your cute scream and widen eyes like two moons makes his heart melt, he finds it too cute. It is nothing evil, just a bit of BOO! around the corner, wearing some silly mask. But after shaking you up a little, he always apologizes with kisses, picking you up and carrying you around to prove to you that while you are with him, nothing can hurt you.

Obi has a tradition he just improved from when he was little. He was building a fort from blankets every Halloween, so after he is done ravaging the neighborhood for candy, he can  hide in his blanket shelter and do what he enjoys the most, eat himself to sleep in those full sized Snickers or gummy bears. But now, he makes it so you two can snuggle on the big cushions and watch scary movies together with popcorn topped with butter and little strawberries dipped in white chocolate and decorated so they look like tiny ghosts. His favorite food plus his favorite girl, consider the captain happy as a man could be.

Fort barely ever stays up, considering that the coated strawberries taste better in his opinion when they are smeared all over your deep cleavage and he wipes it off slowly with his soft muscle, reaching down for two other delights hiding in your bra. You gave him the treat, and now, he will show you his tricks.

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Weekly Weblena Reads 💖

Hello! :D 

This is the “Weekly Weblena Reads” recommendation for today. :D 

If you don’t know what this is, every Sunday I share a Weblena fanfic that I love and I totally recommend 👌. So, if you have some free time on the week, you can read it :). For this section I choose short stories (<10000 words), because for the long fics I also have the “Monthly Weblena Reads” :D 

You can find my other weekly recommendations on the tag “Weekly Weblena Reads”. 

Today’s fic is “On My Way to Believing”, by weblena:

Lena can’t be distracted from her goal. Be friendly to Webby, get the dime, escape from her aunt, and don’t catch feelings. It’s not like her aunt would let that last one happen, anyways. However, that’s way easier said than done…

Link to the fic and the author: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32292769/chapters/80044807

Being Magica’s ally is difficult. Lena has to do many things she doesn’t want to, and when Webby confesses her feelings to her, she has to take really difficult choices that will lead to unexpected consequences. The way their relationship faces hard challenges and uncomfortable moments makes Lena regret doing everything she does for Magica, now she will have to decide the right thing to do, for friendship and love ❤️ . If you like Lena-centric plots, confessions, Webby in unconfortable situations and doing school projects with the crush you friendzoned, give it a try 👌.

You can tell me on the asks your thoughts of the fic or any suggestion for the next week if you want :D 

If you liked today’s recommendation, your like, reblog or comment is highly appreciated ❤️. Also, don’t forget to let the author(s) know how much you loved their fic on AO3 👌 

Have a good week!

(All the credits to the respective author(s), I don’t own these stories, and my goal with sharing their fics is to spread their amazing work and to help more people to find amazing Weblena stories).