#its a little sloppy but I am proud of him

[kawarikisaki]

Happy birthday to Kaito

Turned him into yarn. Now I can put him in situations.

[romanscoming]

“shh .. i got you baby.. just hold onto me .”

its currently 5am .. ive been watching edits of dae-ho &the salesman all fuckin night .. save me ? [ kitty is screaming rn .]

TRIGGERED!NEEDY!DAE-HO KANG [ PLAYER 388 ] x SOFT!GIRLFRIEND!BLACK!READER smut / fluff — 18+

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SUMMARY - tossing and turning, the thought of you dying in the next game is hunting dae-ho, eating him from the inside out nd making his night sleepless .. but you know just how to comfort him nd help him sleep thru the night .

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dae-ho having PTSD, nightmares, #realmencry, cockwarming to sleep, semi-public sex, mommy kink, daddy kink, cuminside, creamypie, breeding kink, breast play, tit-sucking, babying, rubbing against one nd another, dry-humping (personally my favorite), pussywhipped dae-ho (pussydrunk), cockdrunk reader, both sub; little bit of softdom, “goodboy”, aftercare, lovemaking, praises, bitting, sloppy, heavy breathing, panting .. yk the drill [ ALSO USE OF [name] AS IN ( Y/N ) and YOU SO NO PRONOUNS ]

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DAE-HO WAS TOSSING AND TURNING .. THE IDEA OF YOU DYING AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO SAVE YOU WAS EATING HIM ALIVE .. his soft mutters .. “[name] please .. i cant lose you ..”

you were on the bed right on side of him, half asleep and half awake .. listening to his whimpering and soft cries .

the thoughts of how you guys were back at home, always cuddled up whenever one or the other was upset or frustrated .. you guys were a tied together .. soulmates because you both can always feel when something is wrong with the other person .

you fell upset .. thinking hard about what to do, he’d always take care of you and now it was your turn to take care of him .

“dae .. sweetface ?” you called out in a soft tone, but didnt get his attention

quickly lifting your head up to turn to him, you notice the heavy breathing as his body rosed up and down quickly, he was panting .. pillow covering his ears arms locked against his head to keep the pillow in place ..

he having a panic attack.

you jumped up too your knees crawling to his mattress on the floor and touched his cheek making his eyes flicker open like a little baby as the tears started to fall down his cheeks .

“ohh you poor baby .. dae-ho — im here i promise ..” you whispered into his ear as he shook his head no a struggled to maintain his voice on his own as more and more tears fell out his eyes .

you found ahold onto his hand as you softly drew circles around his palm .. and lingered his hand to touch your face .. to bring him back to reality with the touch of the person he truly loved, adored, appreciated, and cared for .

a loud gasp of air was lifted from him, as his eyes fully opened and locked with yours .. his panting slowed but body still was shaking .

he mumbled some “no ..no no no..” as he backs away with a shaking breath trying to focus..

his hand stayed on your face, as you watch him back away you frowned as you pushed your closer sitting on his massive thigh, taking his other hand and placing it on the other side of your face .. staring deeply into his eyes .. “baby .. listen to me dae-ho .. listen to my voice —i am here ..your not gonna lose me —i promise”

“[name] .. ohh pleasee.. pleasee [name]” he whined and whimpered to you .

you nodded your head with a brief sigh which turned into a bright smile as he said your name .. your dae-ho .. you’d helped him just like times before and succeeded .. you were proud of yourself .

dae-ho sighed, throwing his head back with a whine ..

you watched this sight as the hot feeling between your legs started to rise just as your squeezed your legs between his thighs staring at his sweaty form .

his dark eyes lingered to you as he right the heat rise around you both .. he smiled watching you staring rubbing his fingers against your face catching your attention again .

“my [name], my angel ..” he whispered as he softly pulled your head to his lips leaving a soft wet kiss on your forehead then onto the lips .

you chuckled lowly, as you changed position wrapping your legs around his hips now .. a silent moan falling out of both of ur mouths as your wetness touched his half hardened cock.

ignore it, you look at his sweaty form once more before rolling his shirt upwards from the bottom, “your so sweaty baby.. lets take all of this off ..”

he didnt do anything just hummed in agreement, he rosed his arms up as you lifted yourself up to the taller male pulling his shirt all the way off .. and placed wet kisses against his neck, shoulders and collar bone .

his breath increased as you sat back down onto his hard .. groan falling out his mouth as u kissed his chest more ..

“shh .. stay quiet.”

he nodded rapidly, as you smiled and kissed his lips ..

“remember .. at the beach ?” you mumbled to him as he nodded watching you closely as you rubbed against his body with ur hands and slowly started to hump his hard .. brushing ur clothed pussy again his problem .

“mm—uahh~..mhm..” he hummed back to you, “mmm~ ff.. when we soo sleepy but horny ?” you lift your head from his neck looking into his eyes with a gentle smile kissing his cheek .

moving kisses all around his face, his nose, his cheek, his chin, his jaw and the crown of his head and lastly his lips .. a passionate soft but gentle delicate, kiss .

“can you picture us there again for me ?”

his head fell back once more as you started to rolling your hips against his more and more, building up the pace, now moving ur hands to his shoulders to stay steady on his lap .

you chuckle to yourself as the moans escape both of your mouths .. “can you do that for me dae-ho .. huh baby please ?” he nodded too afraid to speak .

you moved quickly as you removed your jacket, slipped out of ur shirt .. nd quickly let your pants fall to the floor .. dae-ho watched all of this as his dick grew harder and harder by the second nd moaned as you pulled his pants along with his boxers down for his thick fat heavy cock fall out .. glistening to the low red and blue light as his angry hot pink tip shined with pre-cum leaking out .

he moaned out a little louder this time as you pressed yourself against him .. “shhh .. give me a second ..” you let out a couple of soft moans as you pulled ur panties to the side exposing your wet pussy to his leaking cock, letting your juices fall onto his length .

you both watched closely before looking up into each other eyes, you smiled at him before sliding ur pussylips on the side of his dick, back and forth holding onto his shoulders as he held onto ur waist .

he sucked in a sharp breath before moving one hand to your tits, squeezing them and pulling at ur nipples as you threw your head back letting out low moans holding onto him tighter .

he continued this act, as his head rolled back repeatedly and stared at the frame of both of ur bodies touching, trailing his eyes back to your shape, your breast, shoulders, neck and ur face structure .

he looked at your breast once more before looking up at you with pleasing look, and you nodded “go ahead.. ask be a good boy and ask .”

he whined, before stared into your eyes as he opened his mouth and moans fell out .. “aaah~ please ma-mommy please —“ you frowned at him, “please what hm ? tell me .”

“can.. i-i—ahh~ please.. i cant .” he whimpered as his head fell to your shoulder .. you were teasing him, everything he opened his mouth you grind ur clit again his tip rubbing the your pussy against his dick fasting and faster .. “yes you can” you cupped his face into ur hand giving him a sloppy kiss, “you can .. say it for my baby .. i wanna hear you voice —you know i love it .”

he chased after your lips after you pulled around before looking at u with a pleading face once again .. “boobies .. can i suck them please mommy—aah~ please—“

you smiled and nodded, your head fell to his shoulder as he lashed onto your boob, sucking it gently but hungrily though filled your head of the times you were home and dae-ho would randomly ask to suck them .

you’d never decline his offer .. he even came up with scenarios of WHEN he’d get you pregnant and ur breast would be full of milk for the baby and HIM .

you giggled to yourself at the memory forgetting you both were in this huge room trapped .. “thinking about impregnating me hm ?” you hummed to him as you fed your boob to him, “aren’t you .. thinking about me being all round with full breast leaking with milk ?”

he nodded rapidly as your hand moved to the back of his head pushing his face into ur breasts .. just as his other hand came and pulled at ur untouched breast .

you moaned a little loud as you bit onto his shoulder holding yourself together as you started to grind faster then before .. the feeling of a knot came and felt as if you every were going to explode..

rubbing faster and faster as dae-ho pulled away from ur chest and held onto ur waist helping you move, “gonna cummmm~ gon-aagh~ gonna c-cummm baby—please .”

he pressed his lips against yourself, giving you another sloppy kiss as you both moaned and whimpered into each others mouths, “can-can i cum inside~ mm~ please wanna make u a mommy—want you to make me daddy—angel pleaseee- i cant take it anymore ahh~”

you nodded as you quickly pushed his dick into ur cunt .. “yes yess~ ahh~ wanna make you a daddy—i want itt now pleasee~~!”

you both moaned outt as you started bouncing and he thrusted upwards to let his dick meet your cunt halfway, the sounds of sloppy wet skin slapping grew loud, your ass slapping against his thigh, the sweat against both of your bodies increasing heavily .

“cum with me princess .. please—gonna make you a mommy i promise—gonna fill you up .”

you moaned out a yes, nodding and quickened your bounces, “yes yes yesss!! we’re going to be—a mommy and daddyyy~ ahh~ im cummingg—ohhh dae-hooo..pleaseee!”

hearing you moan out his name, he snapped as his load poured into you .. lots of white substance flowing deep into your cunt .. as your eyes rolled at the feeling you kissing his lips and released yourself as your cum combined with his farming a lake deep inside of your cunt.. your head fell onto his shoulder as he babbled .

“loveeeee—loveyouusomuch ‘mmm~” you nodded at his words, opening ur mouth so reply but moans and whines just fell out .

“soo warmmm.. ahh-soo fff-fucking tight still.” he moaned as you continued to bounce teaching both of your highs, your pussy tighten around him.. it felt like a glove—a glove that was made just to fit dae-ho .

just as you were about to get up, he pulled you back down .. “no.nononooo—cant leave this warm tight cuntt—i love itt— i love youuu—[name] i love you so much ..” he whined “just keep it in okay—iloveyouuu~”

you were panting.. “i-iloveyoumore—i dooo ahh~” you moaned out in a rush just as he started to roll his hips inside of you as your eyes rolled back—having him inside of you felt like heaven on earth and he couldn’t agree more .

“cant keep still—fuckkinggg hell.. this cunt was made for me—righttt princesss~~?” he whimpered to you as u noddeddd, “yesss yesss~ a million times yess baby—“ you couldnt hold back ur moans anymore just as your pussy tighten against him and again ..

“fuckkkkk—fuck!”

your lips fell onto his as you gave him a clean passionate kiss full of love as you felt yourself releasing your juices once again — “cumm—cumming baby..im cuming againnn~”

“me too—cmonnn, cum with me” he holding you in his lap just as your body started to shake, he bites the side of your neck gently to hold in his moans as u held on his shoulders bouncing more and more .

“pleasee—dae-ho cum inside me.. we-we’ll finally have a family—once we get out of this.. me .. you and our baby” you whined into his ear as you placed his hand on ur womb feeling himself go deeper inside of you after every bounce .. “babies—our babies [name]..”

you nodded as your bounces got sloppier, you were closer then before .

tighten your pussy around his cock u babbled to him and he babbled back repeating praise to one and another .

he whimpered and moaned as he held onto tightly as he was closer and closer as usual bouncing getting both of you off .. “shhh—shh .. i got you baby —ah-just hold onto mm~ .. me” you spoke with moans and pants ..

a moment of silence moans as you both reach the climax and the feeling over but of substances mixing with the old cum building up deep deep in your womb now—the panting of you both fill the room .

“sooo good angel.. fuckk soooo damn good.” he spoke while panting, lifting ur head up to rest his forehead against yours .. “mm~~ feels so warmm dae-ho” you yawned to him ..

eyes trying hard to blink away the sleepiness .. “i knowww .. gotta keep it like this—so we can have our babies okay ?”

you noddedd humming small “yes.. yess i know” lowly as your eyes closed .

“[name], cmonn baby—“ you whined as he changed position with you .. staying inside but slowly moving your back to touch the mattress as he lay on top of you .

“stayy—stay ahh-mm~please” dae-ho thrust into you a couple of times before resting his head on side of yours , “i ammm i amm~ fuckk—im sorry—couldnt help myself—you feel so warm..”

you chuckled to yourself and kissed his cheek just as your eyes closed again—“i love you dae-ho.. i love you so much more then you know it—i love you and our now unborn child” dae-ho was smiling ear to ear as he placed his hand over your belly and you placed your on top of his .

“i love you and our unborn child more—i promise we’ll make it out of here ..” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek then lips .

sloppy wet kissing between the two of you was passionate and pleasing .. right before the sleepiness took over the both of you—dae-ho threw the blank over your guys and kissed your forehead as you were now sleeping and planted his head in your neck and fell asleep as well .

.. SHORTLY AFTER THE LIGHTS WERE BACK ON IN THE ROOM — AS THE GROUP GOT UP THEY TURN TO SEE YOU GUYS STILL ASLEEP.. “dont even wake them—they were at it all night.” gi-hun stated rolling his neck with a sigh and walked ahead of the group .

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edging with choi soobin !

𝜗𝜚 warning(s). pure FILTH, edging (duh), fluff, cursing, combination of praise and degradation, switch!soobin, yn is a little mean :(, soobin is a mess, cum eating, sloppy bj, soobin begs like… ALOT, intentional lowercase - lmk if i missed anything !

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“f-fuck!” soobin whimpers as you pull your hand away for the nth time today, “baby please…” he breathed, “let me cum, please…” you give him a sly smile, earning a frustrated groan from him.

“you wanna cum?”

his head immediately snaps back to you, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “y-yes..” you grab his dick again, angry red from all the stimulation- or lack thereof- it's been receiving.

soobin moans, the back of his hand placed on his forehead while the other grips the sheets beneath him. his chest heaves, entirely naked as you’re fully clothed. at first he thought it was unfair, but right now that’s the least of his worries. he just wants to cum.

he doesn't know how long you’ve been on your knees, or how long he’s been sitting on the edge of the bed; all he knows is that the familiar coil is building up again. “t-thank you … princess!” soobin strains, violently shaking as his orgasm is right around the corner. within reach. it’s right there…all he needs to do is-

you take your hand away.

he pouts.

“what the hell-!”

“i didn’t say i was going to let you cum, i simply asked if you wanted to cum.”

soobin scowls at your snarky remark, both hands gripping the grey sheets, knuckles turning white.

you snort, “so pathetic.” his cock twitches as he whines, “such a whore.” you grimace, slapping his cheek gently. with your fingers now digging into both sides of his face, you smash your lips together, drinking up every unholy sound shared in between.

to say you were taken aback was far from what you actually felt. your boyfriend - now reduced to a moaning, drooling mess- didn’t believe you could get him to this state…oh he was terribly wrong.

“you … what?”

“i want you to take the lead today, yn.” soobin stared at you with intent, “i want to see what you can do.” he smirks, leaning over the table, dinner long forgotten.

“are you underestimating me, choi soobin?”

“hmmm, maybe? but you can always prove me wrong..” his eyes travel to your shared bedroom, jutting his chin towards it.

and that’s how you ended up here, straddling him as his hard on rests on your stomach, standing tall and proud as it desperately awaits its release.

“baby - mff - please…” tears are brimming his eyes.

“hm? please what?” you taunt him, you always taunt him, and he curses himself for liking it more than he could admit.

“i need it … please.” soobin hiccups, tears now falling from his lash line. you bite your lip as you feel his hands squeeze your ass. he just looked so…fucking good.

disheveled blonde hair, a sheer coat of sweat covering his body, and drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. just a mess. a moan inducing mess. you’re nothing away from handing him the reigns and letting him use you however he damn well pleased.

you sigh, “fine. fine! i’ll let you have it just this once.” he eagerly smiles, hugging you tight as he presses his face into your chest.

“thank you…” soobin’s tears seep into your - his - shirt, making you shudder as they made contact with the skin underneath.

“i was going to walk out on you just like you do to me, but i’m feeling generous today.” he playfully gasps as you reveal your initial plan, kneeling down between his thighs once more. you quietly wince as the pain flourishes again, spreading along your leg muscles considering you’ve been putting pressure on them for hours.

you grab his dick, heavy and hot in hand. one thing about your boyfriend, he’s big. like…big. making space for him in your mouth was always a challenge no matter how many times you’ve done just that; you’re beyond grateful that he guides you through it with small, breathy praises and coos.

“yeah…just like that…careful…” soobin’s voice turned husky, propping himself on his elbows as he watched you bob your head. his eyebrows knit together in pure concentration, relishing in the intense pleasure. teeth sink into his swollen lips, holding any and all noises from slipping.

you pop him out of your mouth, “don’t hold back, you haven’t until now…” his cheeks turn bright red, nodding obediently.

“good boy.” soobin gulps, following your every movement. you wrap your lips around his shaft, “ah!- be careful i’m sensitive…” he utters, body continuously shaking as you sink your head until your nose taps his pubic bone.

“f-fuck im close…”

you hum in approval, greedily ripping a loud hiss from his throat. “you’re s-so fucking…” he starts, head falling back, “so fucking good, baby…” hand flying up to your head, he pushes you down, gag emanating from your sore throat as more saliva dribbles down your chin and onto his base.

you swirl your tongue, feeling every prominent vein that basically pulsates to the touch. “‘m cumming…!” soobin announces, trembling as his orgasm hits him like a wave. incoherent words that you doubt could ever become proper sentences.

you smile as his load hits your throat. “don’t swallow, dollface.” he leans forward, cupping your cheeks, “open.” the blonde haired boy demands, “mmmh.” he smiles, kissing you passionately. the older male smirked against your skin as his juices fall on his tongue. the whole act of cum eating was so intriguing to him- beyond arousing, he thought.

“c’mere.” he wraps his arms around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him again. “it’s your turn, yeah?” your boyfriend says, eyes zeroing in on your neck, then your collarbones. “by the way, you look so sexy in my shirt.” he connects his lips to your supple skin as you feel yourself relax under his hold.

“soobin?”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

he pulls back, beaming smile tugging at his lips, “oh, baby, i love you more.” he gives you a quick peck.

“here, lay down,” he instructs.

“what are you planning?” you frown, brows quirking up in wonder.

“i want to return the favor.”

you shake your head, “no baby, it’s okay. i did this out of pure pleasure. i don’t expect anything back.”

“you sure, love?”

“yes, soobinnie. i want to cuddle.”

he lays in bed with you, completely disregarding the fact that he’s sweaty and naked. but you didn’t mind as you lie your head on his firm chest, falling asleep to his steady heartbeat.

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[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door. "

Warning: (oh my Lord, where do I start? 🤭) Smut, smut, and smut! Slapping, dirty talk, sloppy oral sex, licking, nipple and chest worship, fluffy, name calling, asking for consent is sexy! 😋

A/N: Hi everyone! I said I would be back earlier than usual (please don't get used to it 🙏). Usually, my weeks are busy with work, but since I had to stay home, I managed to organize the story faster. Just heads up that there is smut, and yes, things happen quickly. I had already warned you 🤷‍♀️. It's not the first smut I've written, but it is the first one I'm posting. Am I a little embarrassed? Yes, but whatever. I hope you enjoy it and that it turns out great. Have fun 😈.

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Chapter 4

A deep, pleasurable sound escapes my throat as his mouth presses against mine. It feels like I’m finally taking a breath after holding it for far too long.

His tongue doesn’t wait for permission to invade my mouth; it slips in between my lips, entwining with mine, sucking and biting, dominating me in a dance that leaves no room for hesitation. A low growl escapes his throat as I tangle my fingers in his hair, reflecting on all the times he provoked me, fully aware of the effects he has on me.

My hands move instinctively, pulling him closer, fingertips grazing the hard planes of his abdomen until there’s no space left between us. His warm skin glides under my palm, and I dig my nails into his back. Contrary to what I expected, he doesn’t retreat or complain; instead, he bites my lower lip and his hands slide from my waist to my buttocks, squeezing me firmly, exploring every inch of my body. He delivers a sharp slap to my ass, the sound echoing in the room making my panties grow even wetter. Oh God, I’m going to hell.

His thigh presses between my legs, and before I can fully grasp his intentions, I pull away from his face to catch my breath. He grips my hip tightly, rocking me gently, sending waves of warmth to the pit of my stomach–a sensation so intoxicating that it consumes me entirely. Inadvertently, I start moving on my own, using the tips of my toes for balance and his shoulders for leverage. I’m so lost in the sensations, using his smooth skin and warmth for my own pleasure, that I’m blindsided when Jungkook suddenly lifts me onto his lap, never breaking the kiss.

I let out a small, surprised squeak as he lays me back onto the bed. The shock intensifies when the towel slips away, leaving us both breathless. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and almost involuntarily, I avert my gaze to the ceiling. I hear his laughter beside the bed, and curiosity gets the better of me; I peek at him. His body is sculpted and strong, broad shoulders adorned with dark tattoos that only amplify his allure. I try to look away, but it’s nearly impossible.

My eyes wander to his erect member–large, its head the same color as his pink lips. The sight of his trimmed pubic hair stirs a mixture of desire and unease within me. My heart races, feeling as if it might burst from the intensity of it all. Jungkook doesn’t give me time to gather my thoughts; he crawls towards me on his knees, capturing my mouth with his once more.

“You’re blushing,” he remarks with a proud smile, slipping his hand under the cotton blouse I’m wearing. I gasp as his fingers trail over my stomach, teasing my navel. “Take off your shirt; I want to see you better.”

“Jungkook…” I moan weakly, feeling his tongue glide from my jaw to my collarbone. He uses his teeth and lips to suck on my skin, and my thoughts scatter, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Come on, take it off. I want to see you naked.”

“I... I don’t know. I’m nervous.”

“Will you let me do it for you?” he asks, his tone understanding, as if he senses the tension radiating from me but finds it enticing. I nod in silent agreement. He studies my expression for a moment, biting his lower lip, pushing back his damp hair.

His right hand returns to my waist, this time with a gentle touch, his fingertips gliding over my stomach as if I were made of glass. I swallow hard as he slowly begins to lift my blouse. My skin is exposed, and my breasts finally liberated, illuminated by the bright light of the room. Embarrassment floods me, and I instinctively cover my nipples with my arms. My breath quickens, and in the back of my mind, I picture my mother; a shiver of guilt running down my spine, twisting the moment into something fraught with apprehension, as if I’m committing the greatest mistake of my life and only just now realizing it. Jungkook notices my distress, his jaw tightening; he bites his lip again.

“Everything is okay, love.” he assures me softly, brushing his thumb over my hand.

I nod, inhaling deeply and closing my eyes. I think of everything and nothing all at once. I want this. Just for once, I long to embrace the madness that will make this moment unforgettable. I crave the fear and anticipation tingling down my spine, the very sensation coursing through me now. If I tell Jungkook to stop, I know he will. I sense his attentive gaze on me, the care and concern in his eyes. This realization boosts my confidence slightly, as I notice that though I am inexperienced, I have ignited the same desire in him; he is just as tense, just as full of longing as me. He may not be scared, but he is undeniably affected, all because of me. Feeling a bit bolder, I relax my arms against the bed, creating space for him to look at me more closely.

His fingertips, which had been resting on my waist, now explore my stomach, tracing an imaginary path to my full, sensitive breasts. I roll my eyes in pleasure, surprised as his mouth, slick and warm, finally envelops my engorged nipple, his tongue caressing in a way that drives me wild. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I instinctively lift my hips, seeking relief. Jungkook only smiles, pulling my nipples together with his hands, gazing at me like I’m the last meal of his life, emitting satisfied groans with each suck, reveling in my helplessness.

I writhe on the bed, gripping the thick fabric beneath me. It feels so good. So good that I want to cry. A little scream escapes me when he nibbles with his teeth, sending an electric thrill straight to my core. My body pulses, my entrance aching for more stimulation. I whimper, unsure of how to relieve the tension building inside me.

“You’re just so delicious,” he murmurs to himself, and if I weren’t so close, I’m sure I wouldn’t have heard it. “I can smell your sweet scent from here.”

I can’t respond, completely spread out on the bed, clinging to the sheets for dear life. I sigh and close my eyes, nodding in disbelief at my own eagerness, drenched and dripping. I can almost feel my desire trickling down my thighs, saturating my panties. He chuckles, teasing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Can I take off your pants?” he asks, planting soft kisses along my neck. I nod again, but he only watches me, not moving. “I’ll only take them off if you ask nicely.”

“Jungkook… please,” I plead in a hoarse voice, desperation threading through my words. I just need him to touch me.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asks, that devilish grin returning, as if he knows the turmoil he’s causing me and relishes in my struggle. I whimper, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but he remains still.

“Please, touch me.”

“I'm already touching you,” he teases, pushing some hair behind my ear. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, and I will.”

“I’m embarrassed,” I admit, covering my face with my hands in shame. I hear a soft chuckle from Jungkook. “Please, I just need you to touch me.”

“Do you want me to touch your pussy?” he asks bluntly. I gulp, my face heating and my heart racing. I nod, trembling in anticipation. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes… please.” His head nods in agreement, almost as if he finally feels pity for me and is about to grant my last wish.

His long fingers slide down to the waistband of my pants, pulling the fabric down slowly, as if savoring every second. My panties follow, leaving a trail of my excitement connecting the wet fabric to my core, so thoroughly soaked. I shiver at the cold air of the room. His gaze burns into me, observing my vulnerability without shame.

“You’re so beautiful. So perfect,” he says, his eyes locking onto mine. I know he means it; I can hear the sincerity in his voice.

My heart races in my chest, naked before a man for the first time. I can hardly believe the situation I’ve put myself in. My foggy brain, clouded by pleasure and desire, reaches out to his face. My thumb glides over his cheek and lips, a gentle caress, when I realize I haven’t shared an important detail with him.

“Jungkook… I’m a virgin,” I confess in a whisper, afraid that this revelation might change everything. His dark eyes widen slightly, probably from surprise, but he doesn’t judge me or treat me differently. He waits for me to continue, respecting the silence as I gather my thoughts. “I’m sorry... but I don’t feel ready for sex... in fact, I feel like I’m already doing something crazy just being here with you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks gently, his fingers brushing my thigh.

“No.” The word escapes my lips firmly, surprising even myself, a hint of fear lurking beneath my resolve. “Is there something we can do without... well, penetration?”

“Of course,” he smiles. His lips return to mine; our kiss deepens, tongues playing together. “I can lick your pussy if you want.”

“Oh.” My voice falters, unsure how to respond. The first image that flashes in my mind is from when I was fourteen, when a friend confided in me, in the school bathroom, about her experiences with her boyfriend. I remember feeling shocked and terrified, vowing I would never do something like that. My cheeks flush; my mind races with conflicting thoughts because now, in this moment, it doesn’t seem so absurd.

“Do you want to try? I promise you’ll love it,” he assures me, his nose trailing along my jawline. My skin prickles with anticipation as he lowers himself over me.

"I-I do,” I stammer nervously. I freeze on the bed, fingers entangled in his hair as his head moves side to side. My body is completely exposed to his mouth, and there isn’t a single spot he doesn’t linger over. His hands find my breasts, massaging them, his short nails grazing my areola.

“Do you like it when I tease your nipples?” he asks, creating a series of soft sucking noises as his mouth releases from my body. I nod, moaning softly.

“I really do,” I admit, my voice weak and foggy. He’s being so good to me that I can’t help but respond.

Jungkook smiles faintly, continuing his exploration, kissing his way down my body, his lips grazing my stomach, circling his tongue on my skin, igniting shivers and goosebumps. I can’t help but bounce on the bed, lost in the sensations. I hear his muffled laughter as he notices my trembling.

“Open your legs for me?” he requests, his warm hands caressing my thighs. I feel embarrassed and shy, tossing my head back against the bed, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m ashamed,” I admit, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but I know if I want the pleasure I’ve read about in my romance books, I must be honest with him.

“Y/N…” he murmurs my name, dragging his lips along my hip. He suddenly bites down on my sensitive skin, almost making me jump off the bed again. “You’re so good to me… you’ll cum so beautifully. I promise. Just let me see you.”

“I don’t know…” I whisper hesitantly, the desire coursing through me, battling against my fear.

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do: put my pillows under your head,” he suggests calmly, excitement evident in his tone. I search for his pillow among the bedding chaos and raise my head as he adjusts it, expanding my field of vision.

“Now I’m going to turn off the light and switch on the bedside lamp. Tell me if that helps.”

Jungkook quickly rises and walks to the switch. My face flushes even more as I see him grab his member, long fingers tracing its contours, massaging it gently, groaning softly as he looks back at me lying on the bed before the light goes out. The only illumination comes from the full moon shining through the window. Jungkook approaches me again, flicking on the blue-tinted lamp without haste. I’m captivated, feeling more at ease. My fingers slide almost instinctively over my thighs, pinching my warm skin. I let out a soft moan, feeling shy for being alone.

“Jungkook... Please come,” I ask, hearing another laugh escape him as his body finally sinks onto the bed. His weight settles into the mattress as he positions himself between my legs, pushing my knees apart, leaving me utterly exposed. The blue light casts a calming glow, one I hadn’t felt before, allowing my body to relax even in this vulnerable state.

“Better?”

“Much,” I assure him, closing my eyes waiting for his touch, which comes directly... there.

I follow his movements with my head on the pillow, excitement building as I watch what he’s doing to me. His index and middle fingers gently part the folds of my clit, his thumb brushing against it delicately. A high-pitched moan escapes my lips involuntarily, the kisses and caresses igniting my sensitivity. I can feel the urge to orgasm building with just one of his fingers. He circles slowly before plunging into my entrance, searching for my essence, then returning to tease my sensitive spot. My body writhes, muscles tensing. I’ve never orgasmed before, not even alone with the fantasies my books provided, but now, with him, it’s as if I’m on the brink of something monumental. Jungkook is perfection incarnate. Oh, my God.

“Your clit is perfect, so small and swollen,” he whispers in my ear, lowering his body until he’s completely lying down. His breath dances over my stomach, sending shivers through me. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

“Jungkook…” I moan, reaching for his dark hair. I can’t form any more words as his lips find my vulva. My body contracts, warm liquid spilling from my entrance. I open my mouth, eyes closing in bliss. “Oh! Jungkook!”

His fingers part my delicate lips, exposing me further. His tongue glides between my folds, rubbing my pulsating clit. I tremble and convulse, hips undulating for more contact, biting my lip to suppress the urge to scream his name. His lips envelop my swollen bud, his tongue swirling in slow, tantalizing motions, pushing me deeper into delirium. I can no longer think or reason, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

To heighten the pleasure, two of his fingers–ring and middle–enter me gently, sending me spiraling. I moan and sigh, knowing I won’t survive this intensity much longer. He quickens the rhythm of his mouth, pushing his fingers deeper, working me with deliberate care. I watch in sheer delight as he drives deeper inside me. It doesn’t hurt at all; I’m so wet that he slides in effortlessly, a pleasure so overwhelming it feels almost fatal. His fingers curve inside me, searching for a spot I didn’t even know existed, but that sends me into a state of pure bliss.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks, voice thick and darkened with desire.

I nod, pushing his head back to my vulva again. I don’t want him to talk. I don't want him to stop. He chuckles and licks my clit again, withdrawing his fingers only to plunge them back in. Suddenly, I feel something different—a warmth spreading through my body, a tension building within me. Whatever he’s doing is working. His fingers go in and out, massaging a magical spot that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“That’s it! Just like that…” I whisper, trembling, growing wetter. The warmth in my belly intensifies, and my eyes well up with tears, feeling the relief and pleasure approaching. “Don’t stop! Please…”

He doesn’t stop; on the contrary, he grunts against my intimacy, adding a vibration that stirs my very soul. His saliva drips from my pussy onto the already messy sheets, creating an erotic scene that would have embarrassed me before, but now I can’t care less. Not when I’m so close. Not when I feel this way, on cloud nine. My moans grow louder, fingers gripping his hair, urging him closer.

“I’m going to… Jungkook!” I gasp, breathless, my hips moving instinctively. His fingers match my rhythm, sloppy fingering inside of me, creating an erotic melody that echoes through the room with every thrust. I erupt with a force I never anticipated, surprise flooding me with no warning. My brows knit together, my legs clamping around his head. My heart races, feeling warmth spread through me, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. Sweat coats my body, and the ecstatic sensation fills me completely.

I collapse back onto the bed, my muscles going limp, tremors subsiding until Jungkook finally pulls his lips away from me. His chin, mouth and cheek glistening with my excitement.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he curses, climbing over my stomach and grasping my neck to kiss me again. “Are you okay?”

“Humm,” is all I can manage to mumble, gasping for air, pulling him in for yet another deep kiss.

I taste myself on his tongue, a vivid reminder of everything that just happened. Even though embarrassment washes over me, I don’t care. I wrap my weak legs around his waist, pulling him on top of me. I circle my arms around his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest. He growls and moans softly near my ear, and I’m so addicted to him, to his taste and body, that the previous orgasm has done nothing to quell my desire to be near him.

“It was so good,” I confess, genuinely happy to indulge in such madness and not regret it afterward. This is one of those moments that etches itself into your memory, one you know you’ll never forget, no matter how much time passes.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he chuckles, pride evident in his voice as he takes in the state he’s left me in.

As I look into his eyes, I brush a strand of hair from his forehead. I touch the metallic piercing with my fingertips, feeling the coolness against my skin. “Do you want me to touch you?” the question slips out, almost shyly.

“You really don’t have to. I’m fine,” he replies, his voice low.

“But you are… I mean…” I argue, glancing downward, involuntarily. His member rests between us, hard and a reddish pink, almost painful to behold. I feel a pang of sympathy; his grunt morphs into a deeper moan when my thigh brushes against him accidentally. “Doesn’t it hurt? I mean, doesn’t it?”

“It hurts a little,” he admits, brushing a strand of my hair back with a smile. “But you don’t have to force yourself to do anything. I’m fine.”

“But… what if I want to?” I question, my face burning with embarrassment. My breath quickens and becomes erratic.

“Do you want to?” he asks, and for the first time this night, he seems just as shy as I am. I nod silently. If I’m here with him, I want to explore everything that comes to mind. I know we may not have another night like this. Maybe I’ll be a spinster forever, never experiencing what I’m feeling right now again. A voice in my head urges me to savor this, even if just for a few hours, to pretend nothing exists except for the two of us. “Alright, then you can touch me.”

“Can you lie down? I think that would be better,” I whisper, feeling uncertain. I don’t look confident or sexy at all, I’m painfully aware of it, but the fear of making a mistake looms over me. Jungkook complies, leaning back against the bed and adjusting the pillow I was using under his head. I sigh, assessing his body. He looks like a god, glistening with sweat, muscles taut beneath his soft, pale skin.

The truth is, I have to restrain myself from touching him with unbridled desire, and for the first time in my life, I wish I had more experience for this moment. I nervously bite my lower lip, formulating an idea. I start with his mouth, brushing our lips together lightly. His warm breath mingles with mine as I cup his cheek and kiss him. I go slow, feeling my heart race faster. I run my fingers through his hair, tracing his neck and chest, amazed that I can touch him however I want.

“Do you want to sit on top of me?” he asks, locking eyes with me. His dark gaze captivates me more and more.

“Can I?” I ask quietly. His eyebrow raises, and he chuckles.

“Of course you can! It’s what I want the most,” he says, gripping my hips. He pulls me close, and I open my legs, accommodating him between them. I sit on his lap, resting my hands on his stomach. “Are you sure about this? Do you really want to do this?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Then I’m all yours,” he assures me with a warm smile, holding my waist. The thought that, even if just for this moment, he is mine to do with as I wish, sends shivers down my spine.

I focus on his member, knowing that, like me, he must be more sensitive there. A drop of precum leaks from the tip, and I use my thumb to wipe it, spreading the liquid around his length. Jungkook’s face contorts, his eyebrows knitting together, almost as if he’s in pain, but I know it’s purely pleasure. I grip him more firmly, examining his smooth, delicious skin. I thrust slowly, studying his reaction closely. He writhes and moans again, gasping for air. I feel exhilarated just watching him.

“Use your pussy to wet my cock,” he whispers, instructing me. I feel heat rise in my cheeks, not quite understanding his words. He just smiles, pulling me closer and lifting me above his member. “Like this... just like this. Now go back and forth. Make my cock nice and wet.”

“L-like this?” I ask, moaning, feeling a fire ignite within me every time I rub against him. I don’t know who’s enjoying it more, me or him. I pull my hair back and place my hand on his chest, rolling my hips.

“You’re so wet…! God!” Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes.

One of his hands slides down to my butt, squeezing and massaging, and an involuntary smile escapes my lips as he seems just as lost in pleasure as I am. A strong, unexpected slap lands on my right side. I moan in surprise but don’t stop moving my hips, feeling my creamy essence coating him with each thrust. Jungkook growls, biting his lower lip, gazing at me with an intensity that would terrify me if it weren’t for the situation.

“Can you cum again like this?” he asks, gritting his teeth. I can only nod uncontrollably, using the head of his cock against my button. I lower my body a bit, seeking a more pleasurable angle; my legs burning from the intensity of the movements. “I’m gonna cum too, fuck! Keep going… Don’t stop, please! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Jungkook…!” I gasp, kissing his neck, on that mole I always wanted to taste. He moans louder, tightening his grip on my waist in a way that I know will leave marks by morning. My tongue trails over the lobe of his ear, sucking and creating a path of saliva down to his nipple. His growl deepens, and he thrusts against me, creating a rhythm I can’t bring myself to halt.

With every movement, the sound of skin against skin grows louder, filling the room with a symphony of sloppy and slick sounds as our bodies connect. The heat in my belly rises, and my clit throbs with urgency. I whimper and lower my head, fully aware of what that means. My heart races, and my legs move faster, using Jungkook’s slick member to reach climax once more.

“Oh my God! My…” I whisper, feeling the sensitivity peak. Jungkook holds my head in place, eyes locked with mine, an electric connection that’s utterly intoxicating. My muscles move on pure instinct; I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Everything explodes again, as powerful as the first time. My body contracts, my essence flows, but I don’t dare stop, knowing that Jungkook is close too, teetering on the edge.

“Please Jungkook, please.” I plead in desperation, my voice shaky. His skin prickles, and his body flushes. Despite my inexperience, I know the effects I have on him are as powerful as his on me.

He growls hoarsely, eyes closing. His flushed face contorts, breathing halting for a moment. He curses under his breath and groans until he finally releases, soaking my belly and his own with a long, shuddering orgasm. His moan is breathtaking, his mouth opens, hands gripping my body. He exhales after a while, face sweaty, pupils dilated. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t help but laugh, collapsing weakly on him.

“Holy shit, it’s been ages since I’ve cum like that,” he admits breathlessly, wrapping his arms around me.

“I have to tell you something…” I lift my chin, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. I smile awkwardly, but determined to be honest. “Those were my first two orgasms ever.”

“Really?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. I'm shy, nodding my head. His piercing catches the blue light, so captivating that I can’t help but reach out to touch it again. “I guess I’m really good, then.” he jokes, proudly.

“No, you're not,” I roll my eyes, laughing along with him. His chest rises and falls beneath me, moving my head gently. My ear rests over his heart, so close I can hear every rapid beat, lulling me into a state of calm. “I really want to sleep.”

“Me too,” he whispers tiredly, running his fingers through my hair. I moan softly, savoring the affection. “Before you sleep, you should use the bathroom.”

“I don’t want to,” I grumble. My legs feel like jelly, and my body is completely spent. There’s no way I can get up from this bed, even though I know I’m a mess, all sweaty, dirty and smelling like him.

"Alright," he chuckles at my stubbornness. "Do you want some water? I can also bring a wet cloth to clean you up."

"Yes... please." I close my eyes even before he fully rises, slipping into a state of blissful unconsciousness, utterly exhausted from our night.

My mom is gonna kill me.

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[waterloggedsoliloquy]

mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Let's talk about Háma.

One of the sentences that struck me in Hewn and Sewn was a very simple one, as he reflected on his life that is about to end:

He has laughed and cried and grinned and gasped.

Could you give us some HCs about that? One thing that made him laugh, one that made him cry, one that made him grin, and one that made him gasp?

I am 1,000% ALWAYS in the mood to talk about Háma, so thank you!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

I actually thought a little about this when I wrote that sentence, so I already had specific things in mind for each! And I made them as happy as possible, since the rest of the story was so dark…

Laughed: Hálwinë spent a lot of time with the Guards because Háma was very proud of her and always liked to have her around. As a result, she noticed very early that men stood to attention and gave a little salute when her dad came into a room, and she thought this was something everyone was supposed to do. So she started to mimic the gesture and would stand up her straightest and give him a sloppy little salute whenever he came home from work, and it made him laugh every single time.

Cried: When he was 18 and she was 16, Háma’s favorite sister caught a terrible illness that was making its way around Edoras, and it hit her particularly hard. When she became unconscious/unresponsive, his father encouraged him to say his goodbyes to her just in case. Háma sat in her room all night and cried his eyes out while talking to her/himself and hoping that some part of her could hear him. Exhaustion eventually overtook him and he fell asleep by her bedside, only to be woken up in the morning when she touched his hand and said his name. Then he cried tears of happiness at this first sign of her ultimate recovery. She was still his favorite sister and one of his best friends for the rest of his life.

Grinned: When Háma was very small, his grandma often looked after him while his parents worked. She was an amazing baker, and she’d put him on a little stool beside her to help while she told him stories and sang him songs and, of course, let him taste everything they made. He got a little chubby as a result, and so she always called him “Béagwíse,” which means “round,” even long after he was grown and not at all round anymore. Right up until his death, she would still pack up some delicious sweet, take her cane, and shuffle slowwwly down to Meduseld to give him a special little treat while he sat on guard duty, and he grinned every single time she showed up, pushed a piece of cake into his hands, and gave her (not so little) Béagwíse a kiss on the top of the head. (Any other guard on duty who called him Béagwíse got automatically assigned to night shifts for a week.)

Gasped: When Brytta started to suspect that she was pregnant again (with Wilspell) she kept it *very* under wraps until she was certain. So when she told Háma the good news (that’s what “Wilspell” means!), he definitely let out a surprised gasp, followed closely by laughing, crying and grinning.

Tried to keep it short and failed, but oh well! Thank you again for the chance to think and talk more about my #1 guy! ♥️🐎🗡️

[calmcoldevening]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something with Jason Voorhees and a college burnout reader? Thanks in advance (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

Sure! I hope it'll help you feel better. Don't forget to eat, drink enough water and sleep. You're the best, sugar. Don't forget that. Jason loves you ♡⁠

Jason Voorhees x reader, who has college burnout

• Jason noticed that you've been looking tired and sluggish for quite some time now, you weren't interested in much of what you used to do together. He knew you were in college and he was understanding about it, but now it seemed to be getting more and more absorbed in you.

• Now you'd come home from college and go straight to bed and sleep, or just stare at one point while lying on the bed. It bothered Jason. Normally, you'd leave your bags in the bedroom and come to the kitchen for dinner, which Jason just recently cooked for the two of you. Or you started telling him funny stories that happened to you at college today while you were sitting on the couch drinking tea.

• Right now, it didn't happen. Everything seemed gray and empty, as if the light bulb inside you had burned out and burst.

• Jason is very worried about you and will try to show it to you. He may not be able to tell you something nice, but he has already taught you many words and expressions in sign language, so you will be able to understand something simple, won't you? You are enough, my girl / boy. You do enough. You are so strong. I am so proud of you. You are the best, love.

• He will try to do something nice for you and cheer you up. Of course, he is not a great cook, but he can cook something simple and at the same time very tasty. Apple pancakes with honey. Soft warm cookies. Cinnamon rolls. He will try to fill your stomach with warm and delicious food to make you feel better.

• Jason will bring you a little squirrel, a bunny, or any other fluffy animal he finds in the forest. Look how cute and fluffy it is. Stroke it. Look how cute its nose twitches. Isn't it lovely?

• If, after a hard day, you are not in the mood for activity, he will simply light the fireplace, take you to the already laid out couch, cover you with a blanket and snuggle up to you from behind, stroking your hair. The warmth of his body and the warmth of the fireplace give a pleasant feeling of calm and comfort. Jason will be a big spoon and make you relax.

• Cry if you want to. Jason will hold you close and stroke your hair while you pour out all the accumulated emotions. He's a great listener. Tell him everything you've been worried about for a long time, Jason will certainly comfort you.

• You're doing so well, he's so proud of you. You're so smart and diligent, the best.

• Give yourself time to rest and recharge. If you continue to go to college in this state, Jason will pack you a lunchbox full of snacks, in which he will certainly leave cute motivational notes with his sloppy handwriting. "Miss my little smarty :)", "Good luck! ♡", "I love you so much. You're the best! ;)"

[cannotgiveafuck]

Sorry not sorry youre all getting PNat spam but this is what happens when I dive back into old fandoms. ANYWAY I'm not done with my Jones family theories hold on.

SO

I am very into the theory that Cody is part werewolf along with vampire. But also, I don't think the family dynamic is what it seems. Especially from Cody's perspective, for as smart as he is, he's still a middle schooler and missing a number of pieces. And it's a theme of these kids not really knowing the adults in their lives.

Consider: this little foreshadow

Also the mention that Cody had a "sleepwalking episode" and awoke to Davy being wounded by presumably a werewolf. But this all hinges on the theory that lycanthropy can be given via bite AND passed down.

But also. In regards to Shrike - presumably bit by young Jean, her hunting apprentice, but following him around and kept track of him in her journal. Not approaching bc it was either too dangerous or she wanted to keep note of the curse, maybe find its cure (there's the running theme of adults doings things themselves without including the kids bc they want to protect them).

It's also noted that she recorded all of baby Cody's milestones in her journal as well, right along her monster notes. While Cody's perspective paints this as a nice if sloppy thing his mother did, I think it was deliberate. Shrike recorded everything on Cody bc she got first hand information on a young and growing monster - a vampire and werewolf hybrid.

I think she searched for the cure of lycanthropy within her own son. For Cody? Jean? Herself? In general bc she's so anti-monster? Hard to say.

However there is one bit of important journal entry:

Now. As her last entry, I'm like, 70% sure she's talking about Cody at first before switching to Jean. Bc her notes are about full moon changes, but we know that Spender is with Jean every full moon to block its effects. And also the word 'evolution' implies generational changes.

We know that Cody heals faster than a regular vampire, can go out in the sun, and in a brief instance we see that he can become much stronger than his father. Such concepts of being better can also apply to his werewolf half - a wolf that's bigger, stronger, more vicious than his mother.

Thus far in the narrative, it's been shown how character expectations act as red herrings. And I think that could be applied to Shrike and Cody's version of who she is.

I don't wanna 100% say she used Cody and didn't care for him. When wolf!Shrike showed up before Spender and Isabel, I think she was more drawn to a child's cry than anything. But was that bc of her own inclinations as a mother? Or something else?

Then there's the theory that Davy Jones used Cryptide to cut her wolf and human sides apart, which has definitely piqued my interest. It would explain why the wolf Shrike is always around.

But why?

I don't see Davy abiding this bc of a monster hunter kid or bc he believes in the cure of lycanthropy (he seems very pro-monsters existing, and being proud of being a monster). I think he used Cryptide on Shrike bc he found out she was searching for a cure, and believed whatever she was doing with it was something that would jeopardize or hurt Cody. Perhaps he thought she would give it to the Cousinhood? Or that curing Cody would hurt him?

Either way, the splitting of Shrike could possibly explain her entries getting more frantic, if she was in a hurry to do something but then got found out. And the wolf always being around. But then... where's human Shrike? And. If Davy believed Shrike to be a threat to Cody, what else would he have split from her? Do her memories of Cody reside in the wolf, an animal that cannot communicate or perform as a monster hunter? Is her personality split, where the human part is now a non issue or someone so removed from who she once was, she's no longer a threat?

Then why go throw in a Moonless Night to his big real estate ritual?

Maybe bc while he's pro monster, he's very aware of Cody's strength and how much a threat he is as a werewolf, so the next option is blocking out the moon. Something to be said about loving someone so much you'd catch the moon for them, or block out its existence. And when Cody says he wants to push Davy's boundaries, that he wants to be hard to love - I think that's already true. Cody is literally the thing that could hurt Davy the most, that could kill him. But is also the thing Davy fears most to lose.

Davy having Cody's heart is not only to protect him from being staked by his enemies, but also maybe so Davy knows exactly when Cody looks at the full moon and begins to change. Bc as a werewolf, Cody isn't under vampire rules. Davy can't control or stop him. The silver hook could also be used to snap Cody out of losing his wolf mind (we're not entirely certain how the damage of silver works with werewolves yet.)

There's also the theories about PJ and Lefty, and I'm squinting at those, but it's pretty obvious that Lefty is Davy's that he purposefully cut off using Cryptide. Either PJ is Davy's other son or Cody split from himself - but I don't think that works out timeline wise?

Not sure, would need, like a physical timeline scale to stare at to figure that out between the great wight fight and the Clayview incident and when monster shenanigans happened.

[ratsoh-writes]

"See? I told you she would dodge it"

She heard her father's voice right behind her. His tone was rather giddy and sounded pleased.

Upon turning around, she saw her father already summoning another magic construct. A green hand. He used it to ruffle Sea's hair.

"Can I ask why the sudden attention?"

"Your mother got out excited, saying that she was having a cup of coffee with you."

He walked towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder, and looking up. She had always been proud of being taller than him, forcing him to look up.

"I know you have a... distant relationship with her and... well, you can't blame me for thinking you might have a fever or something. You even took her task of dealing with the old monsters on her behalf."

"That? I just realized that, after all these few years, anything could happen. You know? And I just didn't... I... I just missed her, okay? Everything has just been stressful -"

She almost flinched when her father gave her an awkward side hug.

"Yeah, I know. We've been harsh on you these days."

She suppressed a huff at that. These days? All of them have treated her like a glorified errand girl with all the tasks they gave her.

"You can rest now. Heck, take all week if you want. I will find people to do your tasks, now go talk to your mother."

.

After 4 hours, Sea finally had a moment to herself. She immediately went to her room to check if Herald and the others were okay. Upon opening the door, she felt her blood pressure rising.

"Heyyyy Sea"

There he was, Oscar, stuck to the ceiling with magic orange strings.

"GET OUT"

"But I am boooored"

"I don't give a flying fuck about your own amusement"

"Aw. But what about your cats?"

"... that's not your problem"

Oscar pouted but didn't press on. She undid the spell that stuck him to her ceiling and kicked him out of her room.

"Cats... cats, I don't have-"

The meowing and purring of cats under her bed interrupted her thoughts. When she knelt down, she saw three cats, one immediately stepped out from under the bed, its walking was sloppy and its fur was a mix between a soft blond and orange colors.

"G-grandpa?"

.

This was good...

This was okay...

A little hairy but otherwise fine.

Sea used the free time her father "graciously" gave her to look for a suitable place to put the monsters in. Turns out Herald had accidentally set off a cursed trap, turning himself and the other two monsters into cats, and that's when Oscar forced himself in.

Herald had dragged the two other sedated monsters under the bed, and that was when Oscar managed to see him, or at least his tail. And then he set off a trap too.

"I could lift out the spells from them, but I fear that the shock of what's going on might be too big for them."

"Can't you gradually do it?"

"I mean, I COULD but still, how do you explain the last six hundred years to them in a sensitive way?"

"I'll find a way..."

Sea couldn't reply anymore. The four of them were staying in a crappy apartment. She managed to set the stove and shower going, and also brought three mattresses and a couch too. This was better than the cold cells they were forced to live in for 6 centuries.

But it was not enough. She hadn't managed to truly run away from her family. This was a temporary paradise.

.

"What is HE doing here!?"

After her free week, she was well rested. And even though of a new plan to put in motion. In fact, she had just come back from planting a little "bomb" for her family. She went to the secret apartment only to find that her grandpa and the fucking flayer monster were playing a game of Go.

"Ah, Sea! You know him?"

(9/??)

F*cking maverick. What is he doing??? Also great going herald!! Beautiful timing! He’s such a quick thinker!

[banggyu0308]

omg u remember ?? I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED 🙇

ugh hes so djsjdjsbd like between yj's constant rubbing and gripping of his thighs (hes soo sensitive to it?) and thigh wrestling bc his thighs r so meaty but solid at the same time ??? i wanna bite nip n mark his thighs saurrr bad 😪

kissing down from his jaw (sensitive tickly baby?), to his stomach, just to leave sloppy little kisses btwn his thighs, but never where he needs u most<3 he's either going to whine or grip your hair with those pretty hands of his to stop teasing..

his thighs r so built ik he's fs proud n confident w them, so imagine the cockiness if he's able to get you off with his thigh too? if hes feeling more dom, hes all up in your ear, feels that good baby? yeah? so desperate... pathetic.. is it enough, or does my greedy whore need to cum on my cock too? need me to stuff you full of my seed?

but if he is more in the mood to bottom hes just soo turned on from the fact that you're using him to get off, helps guide you on his thigh because the closer you get to cumming, the closer he gets to let you abuse his aching cock as well<3 wants to be your good boy and loves how filthy it makes him feel, being used like a toy for your pleasure <3

hey just horknee thoughts that idk how to word bc i am not a writer T^T i want him so bad rip

HAIUHIUHEODHJOJQIOSHIUGWHEY*UWQIHSWGYUDGWYF*DS*WGFSGQUISGWYUHGDWY THE WAY I MALFUNTIONED I WASNT EXPECTING A WHOLE ASS ESSAY BUT DAMNNNNN I NEEDED IT-

OFC I REMEMBER-

my thigh grinding agenda- yeah-

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT HOW YEONJUN GRIPS HIS THIGHS AND STUFF BUT NOW I REMEMBER AND SHIT- YES HE REALLY IS SENSITIVE TO IT- MY BABY GYU C'MERE I WANNA BITE YOU-

the quotes for when he's domming... had me tingling all over-

like we all know i have a very large sub gyu agenda but i really want him to ruin him- like gyu i'll be your cocksleeve, just say the word

'helps guide you on his thigh because the closer you get to cumming, the closer he gets to let you abuse his aching cock as well<3' this.... this had me thinking tbh- like... yeah im gonna scream now-

'wants to be your good boy and loves how filthy it makes him feel, being used like a toy for your pleasure <3' ILL USE YOU GYU- AND ILL CALL YOU A GOOD BOY TOO-

NAH ITS SO GOOD- LIKE I FR WENT ESDJBVCGUHEJBK *adelaide.exe has stopped working* FOR A GOOOODDDD FEW MINUTES

you could fr be a writer though... i'd def read :hand:

'he's either going to whine or grip your hair with those pretty hands of his to stop teasing..' the switch agenda is real

'is it enough, or does my greedy whore need to cum on my cock too? need me to stuff you full of my seed?' MY BREEDING KINK GO BRRRR- HBEJDSV YHEUIHB

yes this made my day tysm :hand:

[endious]

This HAS to be said…

THANK YOU for being one of the few people who portray Jeff correctly!!! I understand why people romanticise him, but I feel it’s kind of boring?? He’s so much more interesting as a fucked up, sadistic asshole with legitimate mental issues.

Your fics are soo good! I hope, if you still have the motivation to write, that you can continue in the future :)

Could I ask what your general headcanons for Jeff are? Feel free to sprinkle some NSFW ones in too ;)

SPEAK LOUDER !!!!!!! honestly though tysm that means a lot to me ! i am glad you like how i portray jeff and i agree with you that it does get boring seeing the romanticization copy and pasted on jeff. he’s so fucked up i wish more ppl saw him the way i do 😭😭 its so difficult to find writers who write him how i think he should be portrayed so i took it upon myself tbh /hj BUT TYSMMM !! jeff will always be extremely fucked up here and im going to keep him that way 🫶🫶

HCS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY ? OF COURSE ILL INDULGE US BOTH ! this isnt proofread at all and is SUPER SLOPPY I APOLOGIZE !! i kinda went with any that popped in my head when i read this so i hope its okay !

— i’ll be as honest as i can because it is HARD to describe the vision i have in my head (it’s changed many times but roughly stays the same somehow) SO I WILL TRY TO MAKE YOU SEE WHAT I SEE !!

— jeff is gross so gross. not even in the, ew you stink sense (he does, he constantly smells like blood and dirt it’s fucking nasty.) he’s sick in the head and is proud of it. would tell you how he gutted the last guy you so much as glanced in the direction of and how he writhed in pain and choked on his own spit and blood while jeff shoved his boot into the fucker’s gut for added agony. he says all this with a sick smile on his face but be sure to not make any type of look of disgust, anger or expression amongst those. he will blow up immediately and start threatening you if you so much as even hint at not agreeing with his choice of action

— he isn’t afraid of hurting you, he actually enjoys it. he’ll purposely set you up for failure so he can cut you up or bruise you just enough to leave a reminder to behave and listen next time. after all, had you just obeyed like a good little doll then he wouldn’t have had to dig his knife into the bare skin of your stomach just enough to leave a mark that would stay for a short while.

— to add onto that ^ if he’s kidnapped you then he’s even more physical with his punishments. he’ll beat you to make you understand to take his words seriously if you aren’t already. he’s slammed your head into a wall before because you didn’t answer him when he asked you a question and you’d never do that again. you’d do whatever it means to make sure he doesn’t go from leaving marks and bruises to leaving broken bones and open wounds, and he knows that you’re scared of that future and he fucking loves it.

— moving on from that situation for now. he’s surprisingly good with his words (this could either be good or bad) he knows what to say to keep you wrapped tight around his finger and he knows what to say to scare you into listening. “that, uh, new girl you’re talking to. she’s nice isn’t she?” and while he grins, you glance at him with uneasiness at his tone when he spoke.

— i think it’s evident enough he stalks the fuck out of you. whether you’re aware or not he’s always there. ever felt paranoid that someone was watching you? it’s him. but don’f expect to actually catch a glimpse of him, he’d only let you see him if he wanted you to. he’s got way too many photos of you for it to be considered normal (given your relationship with him, nothing is normal). and he’s jerked off to every single one of them. doesn’t matter if it’s suggestive, sexual or a completely innocent photo, he’s gotten off to every single one of them at least once and if he wanted to humiliate you, he’d tell you himself while you cry pretty tears and yell those silly and meaningless words you like to use at him.

— now some nsfw ones… get ready because i dont hold back on anything when it comes to jeff.

— he’s so fucking mean it should be illegal to let him speak. he mocks you, threatens you, manipulates you— whatever he can say to get reactions from you he will. “aw, doll. you look cute all marked up, what if i left my name right- here. what? scared it’ll hurt? can’t take a little bit of pain? oh, you don’t want it? i don’t think i ever asked what you wanted, slut. now hold still before i make ya really scream in pain.”

— he’s so physical with you i’d be surprised if he hasn’t nearly broken one of your arms or crushed your windpipe before. his grip is so tight and he’s so rough it’s like he’s unaware of his strength and how hard he’s being. but he’s completely aware and even makes fun of you when you claw at his arm and gasp pathetically for air he won’t allow you for a few more seconds. he wants to see how long it takes before the life in your eyes starts to flicker. and god the bruises you’ll have from him holding you down to firmly, even if you tried to get away you wouldn’t move an inch under his grasp but he likes with you try to get free so keep going until he gets bored and makes you do something else you might not like doing either.

— speaking of him liking your struggles, he’s put you in situations where you have to fight back. his knife to your throat while he orders you to struggle under him or him forcefully ripping your panties off to have his way with you. anything he does will typically have you attempting to fight back against his advances and it gets him hard and makes him want to hurt you even more the more you cry out and beg him to stop and get off you, your hands pushing against him in failed attempts to free yourself.

— KNIFE PLAY KNIFE PLAY KNIFE PLAY ! i already touched on it but ill say it again because i have this idea in my head ive yet to put into words in a draft. he fucks you with his knife from time to time, it took a few carefully chosen words to manipulate you into giving in and trying “something new” but had you known it was this? you wouldn’t have ever agreed. not that your verbal consent would’ve stopped him.

— he’s rough with holding your hips down, his arm over your lower stomach as he nudges the hilt of his knife against your folds. “ya scared, doll? nothin’ to be scared of, ‘m not putting the sharp end in your stupid cunt.” he could, but that wouldn’t be much fun would it? he pushes it just barely into your entrance and it’s difficult to adjust to, it’s such a stiff object it’s weird feeling it inside of you but he only pushes it deeper and then you feel the dips in the hilt from the use it’s gone through from jeff and how hard he must’ve held it repeatedly and oh. this shouldn’t feel as good as it’s feeling right now.

— “look at you, getting it nice an’ wet f’me aren’t ya, princess? do you know how many i’ve killed with this knife? how many bodies i’ve stabbed it into repeatedly?” and you wish he’d stop saying it like it’s some achievement of his, in fact you wish he’d stop talking all together but his voice seems to only push you further to the edge maybe that’s the pleasure talking though and not your logical brain.

okay ill stop FOR NOW LMFAO this is kinda long and i’ve never dont hcs so idk how to properly do them 💀 this is extremely messy but if i dont post it now i probably wouldnt post it for another two weeks bcus i’d think too hard on it.

[blurbry]

Rambles

Rambling Day 1:    AO3 WARNING!!!! LONG POST AHEAD!            FIRST BULLET POINT!: I have a Pseud now. For when I have the feeling or need to write *EHEM* fics. However I Most likely won’t go into too much detail as said things actually make me flushed sometimes.(While I’m Not repulsed or uncomfortable talking about it or writing about it, I just thought I’d touch on the fact that I’m still experimenting with sexuality and am not too sure if I’m actually asexual or not.) A small warning, It may contain oc x character shippings, not just head-cannoned shippings.  I will most likely not post them Publicly as most of them would be physically for me to reread and improve my writing skills, rather than to cause discourse with one who may be Uncomfortably settled with such a subject.  Even if I do Post them Publicly on tumblr, They’ll be tagged Respectively and placed on a Main blog and art blog separate blog. still so the tag can be blocked and ignored. Tumblr added nsfw Content filters for the reasons sole for you to be able to browse your content without being hit in the face with a discomforting subject.   SECOND BULLET POINT!: I’m rewriting all my old fics.  Those of you who followed my AO3, whether you ended up there through lost in dysphoria, or perhaps you were there from my very first fic Broken Glass Shattered Spirits, You’ll notice they’ve all been deleted (except for the ones I’m particularly proud of.) This is because I’m freshly applying a new coat of paint!!  Rather than a baby tiny 1000 word fic, There will be more words, more filler text to make it more interesting. More Development in situations rather than a Rushed feeling of Needing to get this out. While doin so will take me a few months, due to having the most ADHD brain in my family, I assure you when a project has been begun it hasn’t been forgotten, it’s just been pressed aside for a later date. All I ask is Im not rushed or demanded to write faster, because that’s what leads to my sloppy 1000 word writing. Schedule for writings:    Begin Lost Family Au Writing and Master Explanation. Lost Family: An Au I Made which is a Link Separate Au. All the links have tragic Life stories about Siblings or parents or how their lifestyles effect them, Leading up to the events of the Four swords being pulled, and the four meeting each other. IN this AU, the swords are four elemental blades locked deep within Temple systems, that each of the four are called to pull when the time is right.  Begin Raptured Hyrule: Raptured Hyrule is another AU I began working on in 2021 with my friends, and finally decided to publicize in 2022. This AU is if darkness was never fended, and in a way, if Zelda was corrupted by dark cloud rather than killed. It’s very angsty........     Rewrite dancing in the starlight(bluexErune) so its less short and develops more to the relationships. Dancing Scene will still apply.     Rewrite Bluebird(Blue x Vio) Blue at war, Vio is a damsel in distress waiting for him to come home, only having letters and little embroideries and crochet projects to litter the house with.     Rewrite Broken Glass Shattered spirit.(Vidow) Vio is ignoring Shadow for deep studies, Shadow goes off to find something interesting to do and has a run in with a few threatening old friends. Rewrite Angels Flying High, Originally this fic was a RedxShadow Pure angst where Red Died, and Shadow destroyed the mirror a second time just so he could get that final ounce of happiness with him. However, I’m going to change its full aspect and Make it Angel!Red Au. It will still be Shadow x Red. Rewrite Sunsets and Lavender tea (Blue x Shadow) Poor Blue is suffering nightmarish trauma from being frozen alive and Shadow is there to help *cool~* his spirits (I’ll go back in the bad berry corner again) Rewrite Darkness Within: Green/Red Corruptive AU. At a last ditch effort to save the dying light that Red brought to the world, Green performs a dangerous and irrational ritual which results in Red becoming a creature of darkness. At first Red is weary, and its oh so torturous trying to tango with such a creature when He can only come out during the hours that one needs to sleep, but its so worth it when people suddenly become less afraid of Shadow because of Red’s doings. (Look lorulians can be nice people too, don’t fight me ) Rewrite: Everything is okay (Vidow Angst) Vio sustains injuries on the battle field by a mob of Moblins, Blue took his eyes of his back for only a second, only to turn and watch him be run through with a lizzal spear. Blue has a panic attack, He promised Shadow he’d make sure vio came home unharmed.. Vio almost dies, but miraculously was saved by a fairy and a very, Very upset travelling shadow.  These will not be redone in the exact ordering of this post.    

[ithisatanytime]

Charli XCX & Troye Sivan - 1999 [Official Video]

 im gonna try to give a couple more examples to clear up and hopefully summarize my point on mass shootings but well see how it goes

 first scenario, imagine the united states racial demographics were more like 99 percent jewish and one percent white, so basically an inversion of the racial demographics prior to unchecked immigration from mexico and ignoring blacks for simplicities sake. this may come as a shock to you, but i dont really feel personal predjudice against your average jew, and in fact i get along better and identify with them a little easier because im nuerotic and intellectual and a film buff etc. however if in that scenario i was the only white man in a school comprised entirely of jews and i either didnt realize i was jewish or didnt understand the extant of the difference between our two peoples, i might be tempted to do a mass shooting! why dont i have any friends? why am i so different? why are these guys such massive fucking perverts i mean i get horny too but im not gonna straight up grab some chicks ass on the back of the bus and make her cry just because shes there and i might get away with it! and likewise my jewish peers might wonder why im so prone to violent confrontation, why i care so little about money or academic accolades etc. now if i were say a chinese foriegn nationals son named ping attending this school, many of those same challenges would be remain but the source of the discomfort would be obvious to all and wed work a little harder to bridge the gap, when the difference between two peoples SEEMS either nonexistant or subtle but is in fact a wide gulf, and the reason isnt clear, you start running into serious issues. in that scenario im the same man i am now, and over all, im proud of the choices ive made, not all but on the whole im glad for the man i ended up being, but in that scenario i would be convinced that there was something DEEPLY DEEPLY wrong with me, after all its not allll the other students who are wrong and IM right, but then what? what human could just decide that happiness was never for them, comfort was never for them, and the literal torture they are subjected to by their peers are their own fault and they deserve it? no one will do this, no one does this. in this scenario suicide is the OBVIOUS answer, but if you have your heart set on dying you have nothing really to lose, so why not take out your tormenters who are alien to you to the degree that you cant even see them as human and they feel much the same way about you.

 the other scenario hopefully will be brief and parts of it arent gonna make a lot of sense, but if you get it you will much better understand the underlying point.

 pretend its the vietnam war still, white europeans are killing south east asians, and sure there were some vietnamese and blacks fighting on the americans side and some whites on the other, but almost every war is fought along ethnic lines and this is not a coincidence but the true purpose of war, it is the survival of the fittest competition when applied to highly social animals like us. imagine in this scenario the united states somehow transported american teenagers into vietnamese schools, but outwardly they looked vietnamese and had artificial vietnamese memories implanted to better fit it (LOOK I TOLD YOU IT WAS A SLOPPY METAPHOR JUST BEAR WITH ME) suppose one of these american sleeper cells just couldnt fit in with their peers, even though outwardly they were vietnamese inwardly they werent and they felt no kinship with these south east asian people beyond the most base layer of politeness. in his isolation, and inability to understand anyone around him, he snaps and shoots up his vietnamese school... mission accomplished?

 i know thats confusing as hell, but what im getting at is these jew mass shooters arent doing anything that warriors havent done to neighboring tribes since the beginning of time, the difference is we had the genius idea of jumbling all these peoples up within the same border, under the same roof, almost like sharing a bed with a complete stranger. the conflict that arises is not just inevitable but benificial for the survival of the species, it IS the competition and it wont be put off for you or oprah winfrey or anyone, these are our instincts. people like klebold and harris, the tranny shooter recently, uncle ted the unabomber, even if they arent consciously aware that they are living basically alone amongst a potentially hostile foreign tribe, they know it on an intuitive level because it is instinct, and would do war from within our own borders against us.

[ladyleonster]

Sigurd returned the laugh in kind, teasing and gentle as he clutched a hand to his chest in faux-distress. "Quite, my dear baby sister! Don't you know I am in recovery?" Another wink, and his smile widened. 

"On your mark," he agreed when he straightened, rolling his shoulders. For all that he joked about it, the simple fact was that he was recovering, that he wasn't the man he used to be, and perhaps this race would highlight that, all of the flaws and imperfections that marred the Sigurd that was and shaped him into the Sigurd of now. 

He met his sister's gaze, affecting coolness, the confidence which had become so synonymous with his name in the records he had uncovered, but he would have been lying if he said his chest wasn't feeling tight, if the feel of a saddle between his legs wasn't just slightly off somehow, stiff and unfamiliar. 

"Ready.....set.....GO!" 

The bond his sister had with her horse was immediately apparent, as after a mere moment she urged it forward and they were off like a shot. Sigurd clicked his tongue at his own mount, and though still unfamiliar with its temperament, it followed shortly after, heavy footfalls driving them both forward. 

Another handicap that Sigurd had not considered until that moment: navigation. He had spent little enough time outside of the monastery walls, and though his horse seemed to know its way around, it was also content to follow behind its comrade and the far more confident Ethlyn. Damn, they were falling behind pace by pace, his horse powerful but leisurely. 

It was in taking turns that his mount seemed to excel, but it was quite relying on his reflexes to do so – muddied by all of his time in convalescence, Sigurd gripped the reins perhaps too tight, his posture sloppy. They managed, however, to keep Ethlyn and her mount in sight, rounding the turns to the sound of her whooping in the wind. 

Though chagrined at what he now knew, accepted as his inevitable loss, he was heartened by the sound – that was his sister, she who had followed him in his every step as children, who had scrambled to keep up with him when she was not yet large enough to ride, and now here he was, watching her back as her hair and cape trailed behind her. 

Is this what it's like, then? 

Dropping into a gentle canter as they reentered the monastery gates, Sigurd found the pinching sensation in his chest to be quite tight, his breath coming from him in a rattle. Still, flushed and wretched though he surely was, he beamed, and choked out a laugh as he guided his horse back up to his sister. 

"Well ran, dear baby sister – ah, apologies. I shall be humble in my defeate. Dame Ethlyn, of the Knights of Seiros. You have bested me indeed. Perhaps I should be taking lessons from you, now." 

There is a moment where she revels in her victory. She won! She's never won. Not against him, not against Quan. Not in racing or sparring or, well, anything. Each loss only served to fuel her desire to do better. She never gave up and simply tried harder and harder. Even if she never could beat him, it would never be for her lack of trying.

But now, her horse reenters the monastery before his and she can hardly believe it. She hops down and hugs the horse around its neck, cooing and praising it for its aid for she knows she could not have done this alone.

And then it dawns on her. This isn't a win. Not really. Sigurd had said it himself--he's still in recovery. This isn't his horse. He doesn't know the terrain. She has so many advantages and, suddenly, the victory does not taste as sweet.

Her proud smile fades and her shoulders slump. This isn't how she wanted this to happen. "I haven't bested anyone," she grumbles and kicks at the dirt in front of her. "When I finally beat you, I want it to be real. I want us to be on equal footing. I don't want to win because you just grabbed some random horse that doesn't know you. I don't want to win because you're still recovering."

She looks up, pink eyes full of fire and determination. Sure, she is disappointed now but she is already planning for the future. She is already imagining the taste of a victory truly earned. "Get better, Sigurd. Get to know that horse, get to know this land, and come find me again. I will beat you at your best one day."

End.

[powpowpunchout]

Lunch Break

“Heard you took a real nasty swing today.” Mr. Sandman said, poking what remained of his salad with a fork. The weather was perfect today. Sandman and Joe were originally planning to eat inside the cafe, but how could they on a day like this? Partially cloudy, not too hot, the sweet scent of pollen and freshly baked bread was wonderful, plus by the time they arrived most of the indoor seats were taken.

Sandman didn’t mind though, and by the looks of it, neither did Joe. It was nice to get a good view of the neighborhood around them. The tall, worn down apartment buildings who’s windows were decorated with plants and flowers, while others had hanging accessories like sunlight catchers and wind chimes. It was a welcomed change of scenery compared to the usual tall, dull, flat buildings around the stadium.

There was a special sort of joy that came from spotting the cafe’s light blue awning from a block away. The little ‘Oh, we’re almost there!’ sort of happiness that makes them pick up the pace just a bit more. That makes them walk just a bit faster until the cafe came into view. ‘The little purple place’, as Sandman always called it, never being able to remember its name. Then Joe would argue that it was clearly pink, but Sandman was certain it was purple. Then they’d banter until they finally reached the place.

“Oh, did you?” Joe’s eyes lit up, “It seems my acting skills have shone through once again.” He leaned against the table, brushing the hair out of his face with a proud smile. Sandman moved his appetizer and water aside, not wanting any of it to tip over and stain Joe’s clothes. Granted, it was just water, and there were maybe five leaves worth of salad left, but still.

“Thought it was a little weird of ya to go down on the first hit.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” Joe adjusted his short, red, silk scarf before pulling down his round sunglasses, “Besides, what if I took too long getting dressed? How dreadful would that have been?”

“Oh, you still gettin’ on me about that?” Sandman got close to Joe.

“Perhaps.” A sly grin spread across Joe’s face. Sandman couldn’t help but return it.

Joe suddenly looked past Sandman, thinking he saw the waiter with their food, but he sighed when that wasn’t the case. He didn’t mind the wait, his next match wouldn’t be until the evening, but he knew Sandman had a busier day.

Oh, that reminded Joe.

“Again, I am so, so sorry for not making it to your fight this morning.” Joe held his wine glass, swirling the drink inside. It was tea. Raspberry tea. It was a little over the top to drink it from such fine glass, he knows, but he just loved the way it felt in his hands. Believe him, if he didn’t have another match today, he’d be drinking wine.

He was being a bit careless with how he was swishing his drink, but as long as it didn’t get on his pants, he’ll be okay. His silk, satin, long sleeved shirt was a lucious, deep red. If he got tea on that? Hardly anybody would notice. His pants, on the other hand? His dusty, rosy brown pants that complimented nearly every top he has? The pants that brought the look of his satin shirt and dark brown, oxford shoes together? The pants he had brought from his home country? Those must remain unstained.

Sandman pulled at the strings of his gray hoodie, “Nah, it’s all good. I was rushin’ through it anyways. Got a bit sloppy.” He looked away, feet digging into the ground.

“Don’t be so critical of yourself. The people I passed by were talking about how amazed they were. You took your opponent out in a couple of swift hits!” Joe threw a few punches into the air.

“Again, I was rushin’.” Sandman readjusted the hood over his head, making sure he was well hidden. It was rather hard for a man of his size and reputation–and it certainly didn’t help that he was still wearing his boxing shorts and boots–but the last thing he wanted to do was attract the paparazzi while on a day out with his friend. He was thankful Joe’s favorite places were in more secluded areas

“I certainly hope you weren’t rushing because of me.” Joe put his hand on his chest.

“You’re worth it. Don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t have to!”

“Didn’t you get knocked down in one swing just for me?” Sandman raised his brows.

Joe leaned back on his chair, “That’s different.”

“Really?” Sandman raised his brows even more.

“I wanted to see if I could make it to your match. Can you blame me? I wanted to cheer you on from the side!”

“You get so loud.”

Sandman loves his friend. Really. Truly. But the amount of times he’s stopped mid-match because he heard a scream, only to find out it was coming from Joe was insane.

“How else are you supposed to hear me from the crowd?” Joe couldn’t help but smile over how his friend was hiding his face in his hands.  

“You get so loud.”

~ ~ ~

Von Kaiser tried to fix the black straps of his suspenders, grumbling to himself as he made his way through the second floor of the stadium. It was basically just a real long, wide hallway with the occasional gift shop, small restaurant, or help center along the way.

Most boxers hardly went through the main halls, save for the times they wanted to get something from the cafeteria or get flocked by fans; usually they had to walk through their own ‘personal’ halls. The only way to access that was by going through the side or back doors of the stadium. Honestly, though, Kaiser hated those hallways. He didn’t care that they made traveling through the locker rooms and boxing rings faster, he didn’t care that hardly any paparazzi could sneak their way through, he just. Didn’t. Like them.

He tugged at his suspenders. Just thinking about it brought a wave of discomfort over him. The strange green hue, the smell of bleach, the way the intense blue lights would randomly flicker or go out, leaving parts of the halls consumed by darkness… And don’t get him started on how there aren’t any windows. If the designers of the stadium wanted the private halls to be as unwelcoming as possible, they’ve succeeded.

The main halls of the floors were in much nicer conditions, not to mention huge windows so he knew there was a world outside of this place.  Besides, Kaiser hardly had much of a reputation to garner hundreds of fans, so he didn’t worry too much about being surrounded in public. One of the many blessings of being in the Minor Circuit.

Kaiser clenched his teeth when the buckle of his strap hit his chest. It hurt, but it didn’t feel right.

He couldn’t explain this sensation. It comes to him so often. It drives him mad, but it just didn’t feel… Correct.  

Kaiser lifted the strap again and let it hit his body.

It still felt wrong.

He lifted it again, hoping to make the hit ‘feel’ right this time, despite the area starting to sting.

He pulled the strap back as far as he could, and only then when he let go, when it left a red mark on his skin, he was at ease. There was that little voice in the back of his mind begging him to repeat the process with his other strap, but he suppressed it.

He took a deep breath, his scrunched face relaxing as he then focused on removing the wrinkles of his dark green cargo pants. These things wrinkled easily, he might as well be mopping the floor of a dumpster, but at least it took his mind off of how awful–

“Kaiser! How’s it goin’?” A happy voice sang out. Kaiser turned his head, nose twitching when he saw Disco Kid leaving a nearby coffee bar. He must’ve finished a match recently. He was wearing his dark blue shorts with a light blue t-shirt thrown on–the same color as his boxing boots–though he didn’t seem too injured, which was good.

“Fine.” Kaiser kept looking ahead. Disco took a sip of whatever insanely sweet drink he had ordered. Whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, a sweet drink for a sweet man.  

“Man, if I knew I was gonna run into you here, I would’ve bought ya some coffee.”

“I appreciate it.”

“You goin’ to the cafeteria? Finally gettin’ lunch? I’m probably gonna pick up a burger or somethin’.”

“I brought my own.”

Disco Kid’s smile wavered for a moment, “Hey, you alright?”

Kaiser pulled at his ‘stache, “Not feeling my best right now.”  

“Is it, the uh–” Disco Kid snapped his fingers, “Is it about that class of yours? I remember ya mentionin’ you had a lotta things to prep for.”

Kaiser shook his head, “It’s everything.”

He glanced at Disco, who tilted his head, urging him to keep going. Before Kaiser could, they had to move aside for an oncoming crowd. When they reunited, Kaiser sighed.

“Woke up. Car would not start.” He folded his arms, “Then, of course, the children. So much to prepare for. We ordered new mattresses but they have not come in. The current ones are falling apart, the lights are going out, and oh, the parents…” Kaiser rubbed his temples.

“They gettin’ antsy?”

“I understand their impatience, but I am one man. Then my locker!” Kaiser snapped his head to Disco, “It had nearly fallen off its hinges when I arrived, what if someone steals my belongings?! Then Overload–!”

Oh boy.

“Bad enough my locker was nearly ruined, but I am minding my business, yes? Then in he comes telling me that my twitching is too much?” Kaiser raised his voice, grabbing the attention of bystanders, “What? Is it that bothersome? Is something that minor really that loud?!”  

When Kaiser looked back at Disco, he saw the way his body had scrunched back. The recoil on his face. Kaiser’s eyes darted around the hall, catching glimpses of people staring. Whispering. He swallowed before bringing his head down.

“But perhaps it would be best if I learned to lower my voice.”

“What, no! C’mon Kaiser, don’t let that sucker get to ya.” Disco Kid jumped, “Remember that time he got on Hondo for his eyebrows movin’ too much? I bet he’d snap at us for blinkin’ too loudly.”

Kaiser only mumbled out a ‘Yes, yes.’ Not taking his gaze off the ground.

“For real, don’t listen to Octave. You’re not too loud, you’re not botherin’ anyone, ya good.” Disco Kid had to speak louder as they grew closer to the cafeteria, “Besides, if anyone’s got a problem, you can sick ya students at ‘em.”

“They are children, not weapons.”

“I’ve seen the way they act when someone talks bad to ya.” Disco Kid smiled as he took a sip of his drink, “I bet they’d rip anyone to shreds if ya said the word.”

Kaiser rolled his eyes, “They are good kids.”

Even though his thick mustache hid his mouth, Disco Kid saw the crinkles of his eyes. He heard the lighthearted huff that escaped Kaiser’s nose.

Kaiser took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders back, and stood tall.

Disco Kid peeked past his friend and scanned the cafeteria. Crowded. As always. Nearly every table was packed with fans, families, and all sorts of people. His face fell when he saw how long the lines to the food courts were. He knew he should’ve come here earlier.

Most of the stands here sold overpriced burgers, pizza slices, fries, and there were a few restaurants that actually had a nice variety of meals, but those were overpriced too. That being said, Disco Kid would not hesitate to cough up several hundred dollars if it meant he could get one of those amazing burgers.

He’s got plenty of time before his next match, if he pops on some tunes while waiting in line, the wait should be tolerable.

Of course, he could always go to one of the small restaurants outside of the cafeteria, the ones Disco could see through the giant windows. Their lines usually move a bit faster, but he was sweaty enough as is. He really didn’t wanna stand in the sun. There was also the bar way down on the first floor, but he couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol.

Through all the ruckus, Disco Kid could hear Kaiser chuckle to himself. He glanced at him before bringing his eyes to where Kaiser was staring.

Against the walls, on the far far left, were a couple of kids playing with one of the giant red banners that hung from the ceiling. Two of them were hiding behind it, warping the stadium’s logo and the “WVBA” text that had been embroidered with a deep yellow thread.  

They weren’t supposed to be touching those things. They’re expensive. Disco remembered how up in arms the managers got about wrinkling the banners, but who cares? The kids were having fun, and no way would they be able to ruin them. They’re way too thick and heavy.

Something caught Disco Kid’s attention. He chuckled and gave Kaiser a quick tap, pointing to the other side of the cafeteria.

“Speak of the devil.”

Kaiser turned his head and narrowed his eyes. His face contorted with disgust when he saw Octave Overload sitting at one of the small, round-topped bar tables by himself. He was quite far, but it looked like he was messing around with some napkins.

Kaiser turned his head away, repulsed, “I don’t think I have seen a single person tolerate that man.”

“I think–” Disco kid stopped when he saw a small cloud of smoke near one of the restaurants. It was there. For just a split second, it was there.

His eyes darted around, trying to find the source, but all he could catch were more and more puffs of smoke coming and going until he and Kaiser heard a familiar blinking sound behind them. They spun around, and floating behind them was Great Tiger.

“You two have been standing here for quite some time. Are you taking in the scenery? Overwhelmed by the options?” Tiger asked, slowly rotating in the air till he was ‘resting’ on his back. His to-go box hovered beside him, a sticker of the WVBA’s logo slapped on top of it.

“No, that’s uh–hey Tiger, you ‘n Octave get along, right?”

Tiger thought for a moment before answering, “No, not exactly. We don’t talk that much, really. Why?”

“Nah, just wondering.” Disco’s eyes flicked to Octave then back to Tiger..

“What did he do this time? Steal one of your–” Tiger tapped his chin, trying to remember whatever it was Disco Kid used to listen to his music, “--devices, again? Have you spoken to Macho Man?”  

Kaiser’s mustache twitched, “He hardly does much. Talks to Overload, makes him hurry away only for him to come right back.”

“ ‘Sides, I think Macho Man’s still on that tour. He isn’t comin’ back for a couple’a days.” When Disco kid turned back to Octave, he blinked. Standing next to his table was Aran Ryan, chatting to him about who knows what. Disco Kid could just barely make out the awful grins on their faces. “They’re friends, aren’t they?” Disco Kid mumbled to himself, unintentionally bringing Kaiser’s attention to the two.

“Misery loves company.” Kaiser muttered, turning his head away.

“Well!” Tiger spun himself rightside up, “As much as I enjoyed this little get-together, I do have a very important meeting with Bald Bull. Farewell!”

Before Kaiser or Disco had the chance to say goodbye, Tiger’s gem flashed, then he and his lunch vanished in a puff of smoke.

~ ~ ~

Tiger reappeared in the Minor Circuit’s ring just above the seats. Chills ran down his spine when he felt how cold it was in here. It was easy to forget that ACs were always blasting in the rings, especially when they’re filled with hundreds of people and you’re the one boxing.

“Tiger!” Great Tiger heard Bull call. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a row of seats close to the ring. There sat his friend, the best Turkish boxer in the world, Bald Bull. He smiled, adjusted the white towel around his neck, and gave Tiger a wave.

Great Tiger’s face lit up. He flew into the seat next to Bull, his lunch following behind before gently placing itself onto his lap.

“And how has your day been?” Bull asked, taking a bite of his doner kebab before setting it back onto the pile of napkins between his legs. Unlike Tiger, Bull brought his own lunch. He had to. Heaven knows if he tried to get anything from the cafeteria he’d be surrounded by fans.

“Fine, fine.” Tiger replied, waving his fingers about. The lid of his box popped open and his chicken flatbread came floating out, “Met with a couple of fans, had far too many photos taken in the Major Circuit ring. I think my face has gone numb from all that smiling.”

Bull chuckled.

“And you?” Tiger asked.

“I am quite thankful. I managed to make it here without being spotted.” Bull eyed the run down room. Intense, sickly yellow lights illuminated the place, the floors were stained, the walls were incomplete, and there was garbage lying around that the janitors had yet to take care of. This was far from the best place to eat, but it beat dealing with the paparazzi.

“Of course–” Tiger quickly moved his legs out of the way just before sauce dripped onto them. Bull handed him a napkin.

“I found the perfect place for the two of us to meet tomorrow.” Tiger said as he cleaned his seat, “Hard to find, nearly impossible for photographers and reporters to enter, and it comes with a wonderful view.”

“And that is?”

“You know the small rooms you can see across the stadiums? They’re up high, giant windows, the people behind them control the lights and whatnot for the stadiums?”

Bull glanced up, and sure enough, he saw a couple of tinted windows on the far side of the room.

“The control booth?”

“Yes!” Tiger smiled.

“Do we have permission to go inside?” Besides the fact those rooms were for staff only, Bull wasn’t sure how thrilled the employees would be if they found out a couple of boxers got crumbs all over their equipment.

“I said please very nicely.” Tiger said proudly, which made Bull lift a brow.

“And did they agree?”

Tiger twirled the tip of his mustache, “I don’t think they would mind too much as long as we–”

“We are not eating in there.” Bull said, crumbling up his napkin. He pulled out his indigo-colored lunchbox from underneath a seat and shoved his trash into a side pocket.

Tiger folded his arms, “Oh, Bull, why not?”

“I am perfectly fine spending my time here. I am with you, after all. That is what matters.” Bull then took out a tiny, brown, package from his lunchbox. He carefully opened it, revealing an array of Turkish desserts he had gotten from a bakery not too long ago.

He brought the box to Tiger, motioning for him to help himself. Tiger glanced at his friends then back to the treats, his face softening as he happily took one.

[purple-babygirl]

Oh god I need domestic things about daddy!Bucky so bad 😫😫😫😫

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff, also possible bad writing.

Summary: A glance at the domestic life with daddy!Bucky.

A\N: i'm sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked but my allergies are acting up and I can't stop sneezing:' BUT I DID IT i stayed up till 6 am because i didn't wanna go to bed without giving you something. you didn't give any specifics so i hope this is anything close to what you were looking for and i hope you like chocolate cookies?:' if this is too bad no one tell me y'all i blame my sinus allergy meds:" pls enjoy xx.

“I couldn’t move, daddy. Look,” she whispered, nodding towards her cupped hand slowly, “ladybug chose me.”

just another perfect day

“There you are, sweet pea. Why didn’t you come inside when daddy called, hmm?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting on the quilt he placed for her to play on in the backyard.

Bucky looked inside her slightly curled palm to see a small ladybug resting there, one of its wings twitching every now and then. She was such a precious little baby. He wondered how long she'd been sitting with her hands in her lap like that, not moving in fear she'd make her dotted friend fly away.

“Aw, that’s beautiful, bubba!” Bucky smiled, his heart fuzzy over his adorable, brave, gentle girl.

“You gotta let ladybug go home now though, and we gotta get inside too," he told her softly.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed sadly but complied, and slowly lowered her hand to the grass, letting the little insect find its way out of her hold.

“Good girl.” Bucky praised, petting her hair with a proud smile.

“Come on now, daddy has a surprise for you.” Bucky gave her his hand and she took it and stood up.

“What is it, dada?” She wondered, swinging hers and Bucky's hands back and forth as they walked back to the house.

“See for yourself.” Bucky smiled widely, pushing the door open for her.

She took the few steps from the doorstep to the living room, and let out a loud gasp when she saw it. Large, white blankets thrown together haphazardly yet somehow holding up firmly with their old Christmas lights illuminating the heart of it. Bucky had built them a fort in the middle of the living room.

She turned her head and beamed at Bucky, who was watching her with a grin and his hands tucked in his pockets. She ran to him and crashed herself against his chest, her arms clutching his back.

"So I get it you like it?" Bucky laughed, holding her to him.

"So much, daddy," she replied, her lips vibrating the words into his shirt, "thank you."

"Anything for my sweet pea." Bucky scratched her scalp. "I made us some cookies so why don't you go take a look and get comfy and I'll be right there?"

"Chocolate cookies?" She asked, loosening her arms around him.

"Of course, I know they're your favourite." Bucky tapped her nose and she giggled.

"Go." Bucky tapped her back and she turned to walk away but stopped again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You're the bestest daddy ever," she told him timidly before running to check out the contents of the large blanket-tent.

Bucky smiled, his heart full and happy, before going to grab the large plate off the kitchen counter along with 2 juice boxes of her favourite fruit.

Inside the fort were her favourite stuffies, leaning against the fluffiest pillows they had in the house; waiting for her to join. In one corner, the laptop was open and paused on the opening scene to one of her all time favourite movies, Moana.

"Daddy," she whispered, her mouth agape in amazement.

"Do you like it, sweet pea?" Bucky asked once again.

She nodded harshly, making Bucky chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then? In you go."

She instantly got on her knees and crawled inside, the floor now soft with the blankets covering it. She looked around her with wide eyes after plopping down on her butt. She glided herself back and sat against one of the pillows, taking the stuffed penguin that previously occupied the spot in her arms, and sighed in content.

Bucky set the food next to the laptop before carefully getting inside as well, his legs too long and sticking out of the fort, making her giggle.

"Come'ere, sweet pea. Daddy wants his baby on his lap." Bucky patted his thighs and she giddily moved closer, adjusting herself on top, her back against his chest.

"I love you, sweet pea." Bucky whispered after resting his chin on her shoulder, arms secured around her tummy.

"I love you too, daddy." She tilted her head to peck his cheek.

"You're not upset I made you let ladybug go to come inside with me, are you?" He wanted to make sure nothing upset her and he knew she got attached to the little nature friends she made. Bucky only ever wanted to make her happy.

"Ladybug chose me, and I chose daddy," she said, leaning more into Bucky's chest, holding his forearms and wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold in his tears. His girl was so sweet. He knew she was too little to express and he knew she meant she felt as safe in his embrace as the squishable insect has felt in the palm of her hand. He sniffed, kissing her shoulder.

"And daddy will always choose you, sweet pea." Bucky promised, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling the laptop closer to them and playing the paused movie.

As her eyes focused on the girl in the water on the screen, Bucky kept feeding her cookies; helping her place her lips on the straw in the juice box. 

After the movie was over, Bucky found her yawning and rubbing a fist at her eye. Her snack along with her approaching nap time had her eyes drooping.

"You getting sleepy, sweet pea?" Bucky asked and she nodded tiredly.

"Do you wanna take your nap here?" He turned her back in his arms so her chest was on top of his.

"Yes, dada, please." She cuddled up to him, her nose nuzzling his collarbones.

"Alright, baby, get some rest." Bucky's big hands rubbed up and down her back, settling on her shoulders and patting her gently.

"You know daddy,"

"Hmm, baby?" He kissed her hairline.

"When I see ladybug again tomorrow, I'm 'onna tell her my daddy is the bestest daddy of all daddies." Bucky laughed adoringly.

"But you haven't met all daddies." He kissed the top of her head.

"Don' care. My daddy is the bestest," she said with knowing certainty and pressed a sloppy kiss to Bucky's Adam's apple, resting one palm on his left shoulder.

Bucky let himself tear up a little now that his girl's eyes were closed before kissing her forehead, "god, I would die for you."