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doitforbangchan · 11 months ago

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All Bark and No Bite - 13

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: afab/fem reader, Smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild anal play, grinding, thiago riding, spanking, choking, biting, kissing, violence, blood, cursing, misogyny, sexism, Dom!Seungmin, Possessive!seungmin, Possessive!Reader, Soft!Han, reader gets called puppy (a lot), crying,name calling , fluff, angst, Lee know once again being a dick.

WC: 8.3k

There was a wetness that was traveling up the side of your shoulder that woke you up that morning, a little squeaky ‘mwah’ following each moist point of contact. You blearily opened your eyes, catching the sun shining through the thick nylon of the tent and forgetting where you were for a second.

Before the mild panic could set in, you were hushed from a body next to you, “Shhh baby, you’re alright my sweet girl.” It was Jisung, he had a softness to his tone you hadn’t heard before.

“Ji?” You asked, delirious from sleep and turning your head to look at him through half closed eyes.

“Mmhmm” He hummed, continuing his smooches along your shoulder and trailing up to your neck.

You immediately relaxed, closing your eyes and letting out a sleepy sigh. “Wha are ya doin?”

“Jus’ missed you is all.” He replied, his warm hands digging under the blankets you were buried under and finding the skin of your waist. “Annnnd maybe I was feeling a little needy for my baby.”

“Mm. Where’s Channie?” You felt his fingers drumming on your skin, finding your hip and giving it little taps.

“Hyung is clearing up the stuff down by the beach with the others. He wanted to let you sleep.” His kisses were turning into nips and sucks as he got closer to your jaw line. You let him move his hand ever further south, resting in the waistband of your sweats.

“Hmph” You grunted, “ this is letting me sleep huh?”

“We all have to make sacrifices sometimes, baby.” He tilted your face to meet his, his eyes half lidded with need. “ I needed you.” Jisungs wet lips found yours with a whimper. You melted into his kiss, breathing a sleepy sigh of content. It’s honestly crazy how he hadn’t kissed you for real until right now. Kissing him was exhilarating. You had hoped he had wanted you but now you could feel how bad he craved you though his lips, a mashing of teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you. You were sure you would never forget the tang of his natural taste, it being reminiscent of Sunny D in that sense.

You gave a low whine when the beta wandered his fingers further into your sweats and into your panties. He didn’t delve his fingers in, just gave you more taps on the flesh that was quickly dampening for him.

“Fuck my baby, need to hear you make that noise again.” He muttered against your wet lips. The beta could smell your arousal filling the tent, leaking through the pores in the nylon fabric. He hoped to be covered in it. Wanted it to seep into his skin.

Jisungs fingers swiped through your accumulating slick, both of you groaning at the feeling.

“Ji, we can’t umm, we can’t do it right now… I don’t think we have any.. Protection.” You managed to get out bashfully, finding it incredibly hard to stay strong on the matter. But you were not about to have a repeat of Chan's fury.

“Shh my baby, I know. Jus’ wanna make my girl feel good, is all.” His mouth reattached to yours and his nimble digits circled up to your clit after collecting some of your slick. “Mm so fucking wet, nnngh.” He started to whine as he bucked his clothed pelvis into your covered form, unable to stop the motion.

The beta rubbed harshly on your bundle of nerves, panting as he took in your little squeaks and whimpers of pleasure, finding it addictive. Craving more and more. His little grinds only increased when he parted from your clit and plunged a finger into you, feeling your tightness surround his digit.

“Sungie” you moaned at the intrusion, eyes clenched shut. You had heard he played guitar so you figured he must be good with his hands but fuck.

He wanted to cry at how sweet you sounded when you whined his name. Ji used his other hand that wasn’t buried in you to rip the blankets off your quickly overheating body then he pulled your bottoms down so he could get better access to you.

The sight of your drooling pussy and glassy eyes riddled with sleep and lust, pushed him over the edge, and he came untouched in his sweats. “Fuuuuck my baby, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, oh my fucking god, so perfect, the best omega in the whole world I swear to god.” He rambled as he came, shoving a second finger in and bringing his other to circle your sensitive nub.

You felt your high approaching, all it took was for him to curl against your special spot inside of you for you to let go. This one felt a little different from the rest that you’ve had before. When you came there was a release, and a flood of your essence shot out of you, soaking both Jisungs hands and the blankets beneath you. You were crying in pleasure at the feeling. “Ji, Jisung oh my gooood, fuck ahhhh.”

He moaned loudly when you squirted on his hand, “What the fuck oh my fuck thats so hot.”

The beta worked you through your high, only stopping his thrusting when you weakly grabbed his wrist. You were panting so hard, your lungs were on fire. He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath, though. When he pulled his soaking fingers out of your hole, he was mesmerized by the shine coating his skin. You watched as he shakily brought the same hand up to his own mouth, and put the dripping digits on his tongue.

Jisung moaned and screwed his eyes shut at the sensation of your slick on his taste buds. “Fuck I need to taste you properly.”

Before you even registered what he meant, Ji leaned over and buried his face between your thighs, immediately running his tongue through your folds.

“Ji too sensitive!” You tried to pull him back despite your moans, pulling at his hair but he only whined into you and made a slurping sound. It was positively filthy. It made your head spin and your brain fuzzy.

He only stopped once he had his fill of the goodness between your legs. When Ji pulled back the whole bottom half of his face was covered in your slick and his pupils were blown up so big they encompassed his entire eye.

He took in your fucked out expression as he licked his lips, not willing to let even a drop go to waste. He always knew he was a munch but it had never been truer until this particular moment. Jisung already longed to suckle your nectar from you once more, even though he was there seconds beforehand.

Instead of acting on his urges, he pulled your sweats back up over your hips and gave you another wet kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and it made you shiver. Your own hand slowly made its way to his crotch but he caught your hand before you could grab at it.

You pulled away from his kiss in confusion.”Do you not want me to make you feel good too?”

His cheeks were bright red and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I already got mine.” It took you a second to realize what he meant, until your eyes dropped to the wet patch that was starting to appear through his sweats.

“Oh.” you giggled, trying not to embarrass him. It was honestly flattering that he came in his pants just by touching you.

“Next time I’ll hold out for you, promise.” He had a dopey grin as you kissed him again. He was just too precious.

A voice from outside the tent startled you both, “If you two are done fucking in there, breakfast is heating up then we’re gonna hit the road, so it sure would be swell if we could pack up this tent.” Minho.

You covered your face with your hands, as Jisung screeched, “We were not fucking in here, you twat!”

“Wow, someone woke up on the right side of the tent this morning.” Hyunjin eyed both you and Jisung when you crawled out of the tent a few minutes later. Jisung still had that dopey grin on his face and you had that sex glow you get after you cum. Hyunjin would know, he’s made you do it.

“Morning Jinnie.” You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss briefly, before pulling away and pressing a kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle. Jisung skirted off, (you assumed to change his pants).You looked around and noticed most of the camp was already put up. Wow, that was a really quick camping trip. You can't fault them, though. It was pretty impromptu. You noticed every milling about, picking up, except Felix and Chan. “Where’s Lix and Channie?”

Hyunjin grimaced, “Well, uhh, the hormones you release when your uh, releasing, is a little too much for Felix when he knows he’s not allowed to touch you or anything, so he had to separate himself for a while. He stormed back to the beach and Hyung followed after him.”

Your eyes found the trail to the beach and with a mind of their own your feet were marching towards it with purpose. You were worried Chan was being mean to Felix and your omega needed to comfort the beta. Hyunjin was shocked as you just took off out of his arms, and he didn’t know whether to stop you or let you go. Thankfully (or maybe not) he didn’t have to stop you.

Before you could register the presence behind you, a hand snatched your arm, keeping you from proceeding. “You’re not going down there, omega.” That was the harshest you’d ever heard Minhos voice, it made you gasp at how assertive he sounded.

You snapped your neck in his direction, fire lit in your soul at being told no, again. “And why not, Minho?”

His cold eyes stared into your fiery ones, “It’s not your place to interfere with the Alphas business. You’re staying right here with us.”

You both could feel the other five pack members watching the interaction, but neither of you gave a fuck right now.

“You’re not an alpha, you can’t make me do anything, Minho.” You challenged with a shaky voice.

His eye twitched and he tilted his head in a nearly menacing way, “ You wanna bet?”

Your nerves were slipping, unable to help the tremble of your bottom lip. “ Chan said I was the woman of the household. I think that's justification to go where I please.”

His grip on your arm tightened as he growled, “Yeah. You’re a woman. Not a man. Know your place.”

You gasped at the gall of his statement and tears sprung to your lash line. A sourness overtook your normally pleasant scent, cascading out of you in waves. “What the fuck is yo-”

“Ok! That’s enough of that!” Changbin was the one to break the tension, removing you from Minho who let you go instantly. The alpha took you in his arms and away from the beta. Minho scoffed as you were rescued, rolling his eyes and going back to his tasks.

“What is wrong with him?!” You were seething, trying to turn your head to glare but Changbin wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, baby. You just keep looking ahead, no need to get even more worked up.” He was trying to be as calming as possible, attempting to release soothing pheromones to alleviate the tension. He set you down on the open hatch of the truck bed.

Changbin may have been an alpha but his scent wasn’t as assertive as Chans so it was taking you longer to calm down, “Seriously Binnie, what the fuck is his problem?!”

He sighed, running this hand through your hair. “Baby, you can’t just challenge Min like that.”

You huffed in protest. You wanted to roll your eyes but thought better of it. “He started it”

Binnie chuckled, “It doesn’t matter who started it, baby. You gotta understand his position in the pack hierarchy. There’s a right and wrong way to handle things. Minho is the second in command in our pack, he is directly under Channie Hyung and that means he deserves the respect of someone in a position of power.”

Your lip was trembling again as more tears sprung to your eyes, and you let your head fall to face your lap. “When he said to ‘know my place’, he reminded me of my father. He would say that to me and my mother all the time.”

“Aww baby, come er.” Changbin cooed and pulled you into his chest as you cried. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like your father did. It’s all politics, omega. He’s not quite used to being challenged like that. Especially not by our resident sweetheart.”

“Still hurts my feelings.” You grumbled, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Mm I know, baby. Let alpha make you feel better.” He began to pepper kisses all over your face, making a show with the loud smooch sounds. You couldn’t help but to giggle as your tears stopped.

“Ok ok! I feel better!” You laughed and tried to push him off. You hugged him when he finally stopped his kiss attack, nuzzling into his chest. “Thanks Binnie. You’re good at making me feel better.”

“I always got you, omega.” He pressed a final kiss to your lips then noticed a mass coming up from the beach trail. “Looks like things are ok over there too.” He flicked his head to make you turn your attention.

Coming up the trail was Chan, with Felix on his back. The alpha was giving a piggyback ride to the younger beta. Felix still had slightly puffy eyes as if he had been crying previously, but now he had a gentle grin as they entered camp. Felix said something in Chan's ear, making the alpha laugh as he set him down.

Able to pick up the rigidity in the camp, Chan’s eyes flitted around until they locked on yours. He had a questioning look on his face as he took in your puffy eyes then he sent a look to Changbin. The younger alpha lightly shook his head, his eyes flickering over to a tense Minho then back to Chans. Chan sucked his teeth and nodded back.

Chan set Felix down by the tents where Hyunjin and Jeongin were finishing packing them up and he made his way to you. Changbin gave you a swift kiss and backed away as Chan appeared, giving him a fist bump before going on his way.

“He’s fine, if you were wondering.” Chan pulled you into him, his chin resting on your head. “Just got himself a little worked up.”

“I was really worried for him..” you breathed out timidly. “I was scared you were, umm…”

“Oh I see, you were scared I was punishing Felix again, huh?” He murmured softly. You nodded in response. “My nurturing little omega just wanted to make it better?”

“Yeah, alpha” Your voice croaked, thick with more on coming tears. “But Min stopped me…He was so mean.”

“Mmm, I know baby. Ya know, I love how much you care about Lix and the other boys.” You nodded again. “Means you're a good omega. A perfect one for this pack.”

That made you purr in response, feeling vindicated.

“But,” Shit, nevermind.

“You gotta let your alpha handle things. Felix and I were only having a conversation, baby. I wasn’t punishing or scolding him. You would have felt pretty foolish storming over there in the middle of our heartfelt conversation, huh?”

Hmph “....maybe”

Chan laughed, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on your head, “And cut Min some slack, he can be a dick but he doesn’t mean it most of the time.”

“Ugghhhhh do I have tooooo?” you pouted dramatically.

“Yes, baby. Where’s my nice, forgiving omega, hm?” He was using his scent to persuade you.

“M’ right here.” You melted into him, showing your submission.

“There’s my girl.” Luckily with you pressed against him, you missed the sly smirk he sent Minho- who was balking at how easily he got you to calm down from across the campsite. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too Channie.”

“Looks like we’re about ready to go. And I don’t know about you but I am ready for a shower.” He laughed.

You sniffled and pulled away from him, “Yeah you stink.”

He gasped dramatically, “maybe you’re not nice after all.” He hoisted you into his arms as you shrieked a laugh. He had you over his shoulder so you smacked his ass and in return he gave you one back then laid a bite into the side of your thigh, causing you to shriek again. “Let’s roll!” He called out to everyone else, who had just finished getting ready to depart. He sure did love efficiency.

The ride home felt like it went by way quicker than the journey there. Chan let you pick the music again and you both belted the words to every song together. He didn’t make fun of you when you did little dances to each one (ok maybe he poked fun a little bit). The alpha adored how goofy you could be, and how every day he gets to see more and more of who you are inside; not just what the omega traits gave you.

The truck pulled up to the house after the others had already arrived, and the pack was already moving everything back where it belonged. You had been bummed the trip had been so short, but now being back home you felt relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from you at no longer being stuck in the woods in a tense atmosphere.

After helping move some things and taking everyones dirty laundry into the washroom to be dealt with later, you all had gone for showers and naps. Some of them were still hungover from drinking too much (Jeongin and Felix mostly).

You went into Chans bathroom to find him already turning on the water, “Wanna shower with me, my love?”

You were hesitant to reply, remembering the last time you were in that shower together, and how you were punished.

He could tell you were apprehensive, “It’s just a regular shower, baby. Nothing scary this time, promise.” Chan held out his pinky to you, his eyes crinkling with his endearing grin. When he’s so cute like this, how could you deny him?

“Ok, Channie,” you looped pinkies with him, then you took off your clothes and joined him in the shower. He didn’t touch you sexually this time, and you were grateful for it. He didn’t think you would be ready for it in this particular shower, anyways. That doesn’t mean you didn’t get a smattering of smooches from him, though. Sometimes he can’t keep his lips to himself, he guessed he was like his pack brothers in that way when it comes to you.

Once you were cleansed and clothed - in Chans shirt and a pair of shorts, naturally - you padded down into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jisung was already there, on his phone.

“Hi love bug.” he greeted you with a kiss. “ I'm ordering pizza, Bin has been complaining that he’s gonna ‘ die of starvation’ if he doesn’t get a supreme asap. What kind do you like?”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say no to a hawaiian.” You sipped your drink you got from the fridge.

“Don’t let Hyung hear you say that.” You felt a hard pinch on your right ass cheek,

“Ow!”

“He hates pineapple on his pizza” Seungmin snickered, dodging your tiny fist. “My vote is only get hawaiian, really stir the pot in here.”

“Yeah that's what we need.” Jisung replied sarcastically. “Let’s not piss off the alphas please.”

“You’re no fun, Hannie”

“I am fun!”

At this point you made a swift exit out of the kitchen, staying out of the mini spat. “I swear, they fight like an old married couple.” you murmured.

“I heard that!”

“No you didn’t!” You called behind you.

You ventured into Chan's room to gather his and your laundry, then back down into the laundry room. You hadn’t realized how much it had built up in the last few days, so getting it done was a top priority for you.

It was about 40 minutes later and you were putting the second load in the washer when you heard a pounding at the door. It wasn’t a gentle knock but more like a rapid banging. You listened for a moment and didn’t hear anyone go to the door so you did. ‘Jeez the delivery man must be in a mood today.’ you thought cynically as you made your way to the entry.

You now heard harsh whispers coming from the door as you got closer.

“I told you it was done, Brynn. You can’t come around anymore.” Seungmin, but who was he talking too?

“You dump me over text and now you won’t even explain why! What kind of bullshit is that? It’s been a week of radio silence from you.” It was a woman's voice, shrill and whiny.

You could see Seungmins back as he addressed the girl at the door, and you could make out her blonde hair over his shoulder.

“We weren’t dating. You made it perfectly clear when we started hooking up you didn’t want a relationship. I don’t have to explain shit to you.” He was trying to keep his voice even, as if he really didn’t care. He probably didn’t. “What’s done is done, Brynn. Don’t act like a spoiled child just because you don’t get my dick wet anymore.”

The woman looked over his shoulder as you came into view, her catty eyes narrowed at you then at him. “Who the fuck is that?”

Minnie turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, before sighing and pointing away, “Baby go back to the living room with the boys.”

“Oh I get it now.” The woman, Brynn, let her nostrils flare as she zeroed in on you. “you left me for some omega whore.”

‘What the fuck did I do?’

“You don’t know shit.” He bit back at her, now getting fired up. You stepped closer to him despite his order to leave, now only about a foot away. This girl was starting to piss you off, and you already had enough rage leftover from your altercation this morning.

“No, I get it now.” She smirked evilly, “Look at the bruises on her legs, you guys are all sharing her huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything about our pack.” He growled at her, glaring daggers.

“What’s the matter? Mad I got it right? Maybe if you weren’t such a beta loser you could get your own girl, instead of sharing some used up who-” The beta woman didn’t get to finish her sentence before you ducked past Seungmin and slammed your fist right into her left cheek. “AHH what the hell!” she clutched her face as she screamed.

“Y/N!” Seungmin grabbed your waist pulling you back, he was instantly shocked by your behavior. And maybe a little turned on. “Don’t, she’s not worth it baby.”

“I’ll show you whos the fucking loser! Don’t you ever speak to him like that again!” You tried to swing your fists again but Minnie had already pulled you too far away.

“Seungmin control your fucking dog!” She snarled, still clutching her red cheek.

“Oh my god why is something always happening in this entry way?!” Jisung shrieked as he ran to see what was going on. Chan and Changbin were right behind him. Brynns scream must have alerted them all to trouble.

“Take her now!” Seungmin tried to hand you off to Chan but you gripped onto the door frame, refusing to let go.

“No! I’m not done with her!” You were raging, the angriest you had ever been.

“Omega let go now.” Chan used an alpha command on you, making you release instantly.

“That’s right, go back to your master.” Brynn sneered.

“Next time I see you, it’s on sight bitch! Count your days!” You screeched, pointing at her as you were hauled away.

As you were pulled through the house you could no longer see nor hear the commotion at the door. Chan knew Seungmin would be telling her off and making her leave. “What the fuck was that?” He set you on the couch then crouched to your eye level. “Did you hit her?”

You crossed your arms, a snarl still embedded on your face. “If you heard what she was saying you’d wanna hit her too.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Omega, you-”

“No!” He gave you a hard stare for interrupting him. “Sorry, alpha.” you winced. “ But I couldn’t stand there and let her say that about him! Something came over me and I just had to protect him from her. I have never felt such raw adrenaline before, it’s kinda like I blacked out and before I knew it, my fist was on her face!”

“I get it baby, you needed to save your minnie from the mean girl.” You nodded. “And I bet you were still feeling the intensity from this morning huh?”

“Yes, alpha. I’m sorry.” You sighed, trying to let the emotions go but failing miserably.

“All I’m gonna say is, don’t make it a habit of hitting people. Only warning.” He kissed your head, “But she really did deserve it, that chick sucks.”

“You should have seen the look on the pizza guys face when he pulled up to Brynns ugly crying face! He looked horrified!” Han held the pizzas in his arms as he passed you on the way to the kitchen. “Also, super hot of you to hit her, baby.”

Chan groaned and you giggled, “Ji I’m in here actively trying to teach her violence is not ok, we don’t need your encouragement.”

“Oh lighten up, Hyung. That bitch deserves it.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You agreed enthusiastically.

The alpha threw his hands up exasperated, before standing and stomping to the kitchen. He wouldn’t admit it but it was super hot seeing you all fired up like that. Seungmin and Changbin came in next. Changbin ruffled your hair, “Hey there, good job slugger.”

“Get off!” you pushed his hand away, laughing.

Seungmin was next to crouch in front of you, searching your face for any harm. When he found none there his eyes moved down and zeroed in on your hand, that had begun to bruise already from how hard you slammed it into the other woman's face.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” You admitted to him, shyness overtaking you under his scrutiny.

He scoffed, somewhat amused. “Clearly.” He grabbed your bruised hand and ran his thumb gently over the knuckles. When you hissed in discomfort, he brought the skin up to his mouth and gave it a tender kiss. “Next time, let me handle it.”

“As if,” you muttered with your own scoff. “I won’t let her or anyone else talk to you like that. You’re not her toy to treat like crap. You don’t belong to her.” You spat the last word like it left a bad taste in your mouth, and the beta noticed.

“Oh omega, is someone feeling a little… possessive over her Minnie, hm? You want me to belong to you instead?” He had his devilish grin on.

“No!” you protested, “...Maybe. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He laid you on the couch with a shove, before climbing over you. You gasped and put your hand on his chest, eyes wide. “Don’t you worry about it, baby. As far as I’m concerned I’ve been yours since the spaghetti o’s.”

“Ugh don’t bring that up again.” you turned your head to avoid his eye contact and he took the opportunity to nip your neck. “Minnie get off!”

“Yeah get off her! The little savage needs some fuel to keep fighting for her men!” Seungmin was shoved off playfully by Changbin.

You could hear Chan yell from the kitchen, “No more fighting!”

“Yes more fighting!”

“Jisung, enough!”

“Ok ok, sorry.”

“Who’s fighting?” Jeongin ran in looking for the commotion.

“No one is fighting, Innie.” You replied, sitting up.

“Yeah, not anymore. You missed Baby smack the shit outta Brynn.” Changbin said eating a slice.

“Baby hit Brynn? No way she sucks!” Hyunjin entered now, trailed by a sleepy Felix.

The younger beta gave you a look of pure surprise, “For real, you actually hit her?”

“Uhh yeah, I did.” You felt sheepish now that they all knew.

“Wow. Our precious baby is showing us she’s not all bark and no bite huh?” he blinked away his shock, him too entering the kitchen.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the head Alpha,

“Why does every pizza have pineapple?! Jisung?!”

“Oops!”

Lunch was filled with them all poking fun and teasing you for your altercation. Most praised you (making your brain short circuit) and told you how insanely hot they found it. One beta in particular couldn’t stop letting his imagination wander. He decided right then that he would give you a reward instead of punishing your behavior.

When you had all eaten you meandered back to your self appointed chore, telling them all to bring their laundry bins down and you would begin taking care of it. While you were folding some of the done pile, a figure came up behind you.

You shivered when he brushed your hair away from the side of your neck, and he placed the other hand on your hip under your shirt. “When you’re done here, come up to my room, omega.”

Seungmin’s voice was gravely as he lowered it to a whisper. He laid a light kiss to the skin of your neck, and you whimpered, nodding your head in agreement. “Mm, good girl.”

His hand traveled down to your butt, giving the cheek a single squeeze before he pulled away from you completely, and exited the room as if he was never even there.

You felt your breath return to you once he was gone, only now realizing you were holding it in the first place. With shaky hands you continued, wondering how the hell you were supposed to get anything done after that.

In actuality you managed to get another load in the dryer and finished folding the one you were working on within about an hour. You set the basket of folded clothes in Chans room, not expecting to see him chilling on his bed, playing on his phone. He smiled when you walked in, setting his phone down. “Hey baby, are you gonna come snuggle with me?” he held his hand out for you.

“Umm,” you grabbed his hand but didn’t sit. “Minnie kinda asked me to go to his room already..”

“Oh, I see.” He smirked cheekily, “Well before you go take one of these,” he reached over and handed you a little packet of pills. “Bin picked up your birth control prescription yesterday. Make sure you take it every day .” you nodded before popping one out and sticking it in your mouth. He handed you some water to wash it down. “Now don’t let me keep you then, my love.” he let go of you and sent you off.

You left the room, and went to the door you knew led to Seungmins room. You steeled your nerves before timidly knocking on his door. You heard a faint “Come in, baby.” so you opened the door and entered his space. You hadn’t been in his room yet, you weren’t expecting it to be so colorful. He had a few hanging plants draping down from his ceiling. The back wall was dark green, and the rest were off white, making the room look larger. Shelves lined the walls that were filled with books.

You closed the door behind you, and were hit with the encompassing scent of him. The smell was delicate like a thunderstorm. “Hi Minnie.” You twiddled with your thumbs, unable to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, “ Hey Omega. Won’t you come here?” He was sitting at the mahogany desk in the corner where he beckoned you to him. You shuffled your feet until you came to stand right in front of him. “There she is, my girl.” You preened at his sentiment, the omega inside begging to hear him say it again. “You like that? You like it when I call you mine?” He yanked you into his lap, letting you feel how hard he already was under you.

He leaned you back into him as he cradled your jaw, tilting your head and giving you little licks into the skin there. “Y-yes Minnie.”

“Oh I know you do, baby. Here in this room, you belong to me. You’re my girl alone when you're in these four walls, do you understand?” He knew he was laying it on thick but he needed to train you early. He nipped at your skin roughly.

“Mhm I understand Minnie.” you were whimpering, melting into his hold. He could see your nipples harden under your shirt, pleased you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Go lay on my bed for me, and take your clothes off.”

You scrambled off of him when you register what he says, literally flinging your shirt off and tripping lightly when you pull your shorts down. He held back a snort, opting to bite his lip instead. You turn around to face him before you pull off your panties, giving him a full view of your breasts. You tried to keep eye contact with him as you unhurriedly pulled your panties down and let them drop to the floor.

If anything was true about Seungmin; it’s that he was very good at keeping his composure. On the outside he appeared calm and collected as he watched the sexiest creature he had ever seen settle herself on his bed. But on the inside; he was losing his mind. All he wanted was to ravish you, tear you apart and put you back together again. He had let the tension with you rise for days in anticipation for this moment, and he felt like a dog with a bone. More like a puppy.

The quilt on his bed was a mauve shade and had diamond shapes stitched into it. It was soft on your skin as you laid upon it, helping quell the fluttering in your stomach. You clutched it as Seungmins' predatory stare raked over your form. From your position on his bed he could see the glistening between your legs and his mouth began to water.

You noticed where his gaze was pointed and it made you feel kind of dirty, the way he had his fixed stare on your most intimate parts had you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together as you released a scent thick with arousal.

“Look at you, dripping and writhing when I haven’t even touched you yet.” He stood from his place on the chair across the room, palming his bulge through his sweats. “ What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl?” He tore his shirt off, taking a step towards you. “Should I stretch you out on my fingers?” Another step. “Should I eat your pussy till you cry?” Now he was at the foot of the bed. “Or maybe I should make you cum on my cock till you pass out?”

That had you absolutely panting, eyes blown at the suggestion and your thighs clenching. The arousal was coming out in thick drips and drenching the intricate quilt below you. It would surely take months to get the scent out. Not that he would want to.

“Option 3? If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He licked his lips, itching to grab you but wanting to hear you beg for it. He wasn’t going to touch you otherwise.

“Please, Minnie.” You whined softly, feeling modest, your face heating up.

“Is that all you got?” He scoffed and took half a step back. “You must not really want it that bad.”

“I do, Minnie I want it!”

“You want it? You want my cock?” His eyes narrowed at you as he smirked.

You nodded rapidly, “Uh huh.”

“Then beg me for it, omega.”

You attempted to take a staggering breath as your lip trembled.

“Minnie, my Minnie, please, please have mercy on me, and fuck me. Please, Seungmin.”

A rumble came from him as he pounced on you. He slipped his pants off hastily as he crashed his mouth to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth and his hand groped your chest, the combination being staggering for you. You moaned when he gave your nipple a firm pinch. His pelvis pushed back into you when yours bucked up looking for friction.

“You really are a needy little thing, rutting into me like a horny little puppy.” He was condescending with his words, mouthing at your lips with cruel nips. “What happened to that feisty omega that took on the world today, huh? Where’d the snappy guard dog go?” He licked your bottom lip messily. “Show me how bad you want it, puppy.”

You animatedly thrusted up into him, grinding on his clothed member. He could feel the slick coming off of you and soaking into his boxers.

“Awe you’re so wet omega. Can feel you practically water logging my dick through my boxers.” He grunted, shuddering when you bucked again.

You were quickly falling deeper into subspace, surrendering yourself to him completely. His dominant aura and attitude was sending you spiraling into the abyss. “Mhmm, wet for my Minnie. Wan’ you to fuck me.”

Seungmin lowered his head to suck on the opposite nipple than the one he was pinching, nibbling on the hardened bud.

“I’ll fuck you, puppy. Give you what you need.” He sucked harder, and your hand shot to his hair. “But first you gotta give me what I need. Make yourself cum, wanna see the look on your face when you rut on me so hard you cum.”

“B-but I..” You whined, “I don’t know if I can.”

He quickly slipped a hand down between where your bodies met and gave a slap to your core. You wailed at the sharp pain. “I’ve told you before, I don’t care if you can, the fact is you will.” He smacked again. “Get to it.”

Seungmin slotted his thigh between your legs to give you more friction. You thrusted up into him again and hooked your thigh over his hips, grinding harshly into him. The fabric of his underwear over his member caught on your clit. Your head fell back into his pillows and you moaned. You repeated that motion over and over again, being so turned on you were actually getting off in it

“Seung, s-so good.”

He returned your rutting with one of his own, making you cry out as the knot in your stomach was building.

“Minnie, I think m’ gonna, gonna…”

“Go ahead, my obedient little pup, let go for me. Make a mess.”

With his permission you felt your orgasm take over, making you shake with pleasure. “Unngghh” Your ‘o’ face was even better than he imagined, eyes shut tight and drool coating your lips as you moaned. It was the both most gratifying and beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He barely let you finish your shaking before he had you suddenly flipped over so you were on your stomach. You let out a gasp in surprise. Seungmin leaned back on his heels and yanked you up by your hips, until you were on your hands and knees presenting for him. He admired the way your pussy spasmed from your leftover orgasm and he swiped a finger through your juices, swirling it around before he shoved the finger inside. You squirmed as you whimpered again. He hummed in appreciation, “ I love the noises you make for me, omega. Let’s see how loud you can get.”

You heard a crinkling sound behind you, so you turned your head around to the sight of him rolling a condom down his length. He had abandoned his underwear at some point and you hadn’t even noticed. When it was rolled on completely he took his cock and rubbed it through your folds, not yet pushing in. His lithe hand ran over your shoulders, barely touching as it trailed down your spine.

Seungmin laid a harsh smack to your ass cheek when he got to the bottom of your back “ow, minnie!” He didn’t respond, choosing to snicker in amusement when your flesh ripped from his treatment. He entered the tip into your dripping hole, giving a moan at the squelch that emitted.

He let go of his cock go and opted for giving your ass cheeks a punishing grip on each side, spreading you open for him to get an even better view of your pussy and the other little pink hole that you hide from him. You let your head fall in embarrassment when he seemed to take his time gazing directly at your most intimate hole. Seungmin let his saliva accumulate in his mouth before he leaned close and stuck out his tongue, the spit he collected falling off the tip onto your puckered flesh.

You shivered when you felt it hit you, eyes wide with slight terror at the prospect of him penetrating your ass. He could sense your fear and chuckled with his signature evilness. “Don’t worry, Puppy. Minnie’s not gonna fuck your ass… today.” your sigh of relief was cut off when his thumb swirled around in his own spit, not pushing in but definitely testing the waters. “Doesn’t mean I can’t play with it a little bit, though.”

All at once he pushed his length into you completely and also his thumb entered just slightly. Even the tip of this thumb was a stretch for you. The sensations made your back arch and a loud howl break from your parted lips. You had only moments to adjust to him, as he gave your ass another sharp smack and began his thrusting into you from behind.

Desperate cries were falling from you and Seungmin snuck his hand back up your spine until he found purchase at the base of your neck. He squeezed the skin there and used the grip he had to tilt your head up to face the ceiling, wanting your moans to be projected out. “Let em’ hear it, baby. Let the pack hear who’s making you bark like this.”

His jarring words made another bout of slick build up and drip out around his cock. The wet, sloppy sounds were resonating off the four walls, making it seem louder with the constant echoes.

“Mm, I’ll never get enough of this pussy drenching me. Wettest I’ve ever seen, fuck.” He squeezed your neck a little harder, making you choke on your moans. “God damn you look so good with my hand around your neck. Maybe I should get you a collar, make you wear it around like I’m always there giving my girl a good squeeze. My puppy can wear my initials on her pretty neck.”

“Minnie, please oh my god.” You rasped out between cries, feeling your second orgasm starting to build within you. You clenched particularly hard on him when he pushed the thumb just a touch further into you, stretching your previously untouched cavity.

“Fuck, omega. Clenching down on me so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum.”

You whimpered, “Wan you too, wan you to cum please Minnie.” You were begging, tears steadily streaming down your face now, just inches away from cumming yourself. “Wanna cum too, please, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, make a mess for me, pup. Cum.”

Your eyes rolled into your head as you wailed, toes curling and spurts of slick shooting out from around him. Feeling how hard you clamped down on his dick made Seungmin not be able to hold back any longer. He spewed curses and deep growls as he came, filling the condom with his thick essence. His mouth was salivating and he gave into his urges, leaning up to your shoulder and chomping his teeth down into the flesh just above Felix's bite. Your blood filled his mouth as he bit, and you cried louder than you had the whole time he’d been fucking you. The beta let go of your skin and licked his lips, pupils blown wide.

You were quaking when he removed his thumb from you, giving you a few minor thrusts as he let go of your neck. Seungmin gave you a few tender kisses on your back, trying to bring you back down to earth.

When the beta pulled out of you, you felt your legs give out and your face planted into his bed with a groan. He gave a chuckle at how cute you were directly after being fucked. You were floating, drifting in hyperspace you didn’t notice when he laid down next to you after disposing of the condom. This is why he toyed with you for days, knowing the buildup would make it all the more intense for you.

He lifted you to be directly on top of him and he wiped the drool from your lips. “Not done yet, omega. Need you to bite me now.” He pet your hair and hauled you closer, basically shoving your face into his shoulder. “Give it to me, let everyone know I’m taken by you, baby.”

You did as you were told, almost on instinct, bearing your teeth and digging them into his flesh. He groaned huskily, eyes snapping shut when he felt the pressure.

“Thata girl.” He held you close to him as you lapped at the wound you made on him, feeling more intimate than anything else you had done with him previously. Now you were positive he loved you, he doesn’t seem like the type that would go around receiving bites for just anyone.

When you had diligently licked it clean you pulled away from the skin, tilting your head up the best you could to look at him. His pupils were still blown out, making his eyes look almost completely black. His hair had fallen into his face and the sweat had made it stick to his skin. He was panting as if he had just ran a marathon, a deep flush in his cheeks. In all honesty he looked positively immoral.

You didn’t look any better, you could bet you looked how you felt; exhausted. Exhausted from all the adrenaline of the day and from all the orgasms that had been pulled from you today.

“You did so well fo’ me, baby.” He managed to say when he caught his breath.He pet the side of your head and wiped the blood off your mouth.

“I did?” You mumbled, coming out of your trance-like state.

“Mmm, the best. Listened so good to your Minnie. Made me really proud of you.” He gave you a tender kiss. You sunk into him, purring in delight at his praise. You pulled away first, feeling the fatigue you rested your head down on his chest. “You can’t fall asleep yet, we gotta get you cleaned up first.”

You pouted but still let him scoot out from under you and pick you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom to begin wiping you down and cleaning your newest bite mark. Afterwards he carried you back to his bed, and dressed you in one of his t-shirts. It’s about time you paraded around in his clothes too.

It was only mid day, but he let you rest under his covers and laid down with you as he turned on a show on his laptop. You snuggled into him and immediately felt at peace.

You were able to murmer one last thing before you fell asleep, “Love you minnie.” then you passed out, letting sleep take over.

When you woke up, the sky outside the window had darkened to a deep orange. For a moment you laid there, eyes half open as you came to your senses. You could tell that you were still in Seungmin's room, and that he was laid next to you. You heard the faint voices coming from the laptop on his lap and his almost silent snorts when something was particularly funny on his show.

“Wha’ time is it?” you mumbled, turning your body around to face him.

“Hmm? Not that late,” He looked to you then to his phone, “ it’s almost 6:30. You’ve been asleep for about four hours.”

“Four hours?” You started to panic, worried about the chores you were doing. You sluggishly went to get up but he put an arm over you, preventing you from moving.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“V’ gotta finish the clothes. Don’t wan’ anyone to be mad at me.” your voice was still heavy with sleep.

He had the most unbelieveing look on his face, “I just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you’re worried about the laundry?”

“Don’t say it like that!” you tried to pout.

He broke out into a laugh at how cute you were, “Pup, no one is going to be mad at you right now. You finished enough today, you’re allowed to take it easy. There are no more obligations tonight, you’re in the clear to stay here with me tonight. If you want to.”

“I do, but Channies not upset?”

“No, omega. I already checked in with him. We’re all good.” He kissed your cheek, smiling when you giggled. “You should eat, does leftover pizza sound ok?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded thankfully. “Mmhmm, sounds great.” He kissed you again then he scooted off his bed, and went down to grab food for you both. When he brought it back up you both sat up and ate together. He occasionally poked fun at you and you did it back to him. A playful, easy night was exactly what you needed. He may not have said the words ‘i love you’ but he showed it in his own ways. You felt it in how he played with you, and took care of you when you needed it.

A/N: my apologies to anyone named Brynn, and also apologies for the pack tension or lee know stans.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Also if any one wants to chat about the story or share predictions please send me an ask!!

Beta read by my wonderful bumble bee @ayejaii <3

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al-the-remix · 5 months ago

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New ask game! Please recommend at least three of your favorite BuckTommy fic authors, artists, meta writers, gif makers, or edit makers. Maybe sing their praises a bit if you'd like. And if you want to, send this to a few other people and spread the good vibes 🥰

@thatmexisaurusrex thanks for the ask!

BuckTommy Fan Work Recs

Fic Authors:

(obviously this isn't a comprehensive list, but a collection of fics I've read recently and really enjoyed)

all the vices i can't give up by @starryeyedjanai - this one is so fun and hot, I love sexting/identity porn fics so obviously I clicked right away. I also really enjoy this author's Buck pov; just funny, horny, zero impulse control Evan Buckly and his dick pics against the world.

one way trip to the sun by @newtkelly - this fic felt like a special treat crafted specifically for me. Zombies are my all time favourite movie monster and I'm a big George Romero junkie so finding a bucktommy/dawn of the dead mashup was like striking gold. I also just really loved this version of Tommy and also the narrative structure of the fic. Some really cool stuff done here.

You’ve Got Me Up in a Frenzy by @emphasisonthehomo - Trans!Tommy. Trans!Tommy with bottom surgery, how I love you so. This is so sweet and hot and nuanced and also fun. 10/10.

bright as the morning, soft as the rain. series by @milominderbindered - these were some of the first buck/tommy fics I read and I really loved this version of an alternate first meeting. Buck and Tommy's dynamic here is so cute and fun and flirty, I enjoyed reading Buck's slower realization here that, yes, this man in flirting with him, and oh boy is he into it. Also, there's just something about this version of tommy that really gets me, it's like I can see through the screen how much of an absolute catch he is.

1-800-DAYBREAK by @epiphainie - (ngl I love all your fics) but this one especially. I just really enjoyed seeing a younger Tommy and Buck here where their dynamic is flipped--Tommy being the one unsure of himself and Buck reassuring him that what he wants is okay-- it was also very hot and sweet. I'm a big sucker for phone sex operator fics, so this just reeled me right in instantly.

Goon by @alchemistc - I did not foresee my venture outside of hrpf to end up with me reading hrpf... This has everything I love about the genre and it's best tropes: hotel escapades, and locker room intimacy, and the hero worship to sexuality realization pipeline (...and Sidney Crosby haunting the narrative). Looking forward to seeing how it ends!

Paint Me in Neon and Make Me Glow by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - Fun, sexy, caring, D/s kink-discovery. I love how out of his mind horny Buck is for Tommy in this, and for being watched, and specifically getting watched WITH Tommy. I loved every section of this fic and how the author kept upping the stakes as they built towards the climax (ha) of the fic, which I wont spoil but you should definitely got find out for yourself.

take guesses on exits, one has to be right series by @queermccoy - The trucker!Tommy / lot lizard!Buck AU I didn't know I needed but am now eagerly awaiting the next instalment of. This was surprisingly cute and as well as scorchingly hot.

bottom tommy pleasures series by winterbucky (WinterLadyy) (if anyone knows their tumblr @ i'll tag them) - Just what it says on the tin! Bottom!Tommy I love you 😌

Artists:

@kinardsboy - Their art is always so fun and cute! I love all the buck/tommy memes they make.

@blue-arts-stuff - Their art is both sweet and also manages to hit me in the feels every time.

@lazybakerart - All of their art is beautiful, but I especially love what they've done for the @kinley-cafe!

(And of course Kinley Cafe itself for doing an amazing job spreading positivity and engagement within the fandom.)

Gif Makers/Editors:

@lengthofropes - their gifs are all so gorgeous, I don't understand how they manage half the stuff they do, but I love staring at it an inch away from my face like brightly coloured visual candy.

@sunglassesmish - my Tommy Kinard / LFJ gif dealer and has provided me with enough images of the man to construct a 3D model in my mind to rotate while painting.

@xofemeraldstars - I always look forward to their daily kinley posts! My obsession is being enabled and i'm okay with that.

#bucktommy #911 #fan art #fic rec #asks

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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year ago

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The Strawhats Celebrating Your Birthday Would Include…

Request: hello 🤍

my birthday is Sunday the 18 and if you’re taking requests still was wondering if you would write about how the Strawhats would celebrate your birthday!!

My lovely happy happy happy birthday!! I hope you had a really lovely day, and I'm sending you all good wishes and my biggest hug! :)

I'm getting back into the swing of writing after surgery, so please bear with me!

This is 5k, so quite a long one!

Warning: a little strong language, descriptions of light making out and mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol!

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credits go to @icythot-bakubitch, @calim3ro, @zorobae, @adhdthomasthorne, @goodsirs and @icythot-bakubitch.)

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Luffy

I mean, I love Luffy so much but it's hard enough to lug this man off you when it's not your birthday, but when it is?? You better be prepared to grow a fifth limb with the name Monkey D. Luffy.

You're trying to unwind with Nami on the sun loungers after your look out shift? Luffy appears on your lap like the crack of a reddening storm, raging clouds held in his eyes as he grasped his hands around your neck and bent you down. Without a second thought for Nami's grossed out grimace, Luffy's nuzzling his nose against your own in a fervent sweetness, his whole body aching and twisting against your knees as he sweeps little puppy licks up and down your face.

You need to talk to Sanji about what ingredients he'd like you to pick up on the next island the Going Merry is docking at? Because you legit tried to run away from Luffy's clinginess for a while, you and Sanji give each other nervous side glances as his cup of tea starts rippling on the counter. All that floods your ears is the sound of pounding sandals growing like thunder claps across the boards, before you're flung sideways with the intensity of Luffy's leaping jump onto you. What he didn't expect, however, was for Sanji to be baking a cake for you. Cue the bowl full of batter he was stirring disappearing in a splotch up in the air, only for it to land with a resounding splatter across the top of Sanji's blonde hair.

You try and take a moment to train with Zoro? Before the swordsman can even hand you one of his weights, a look of pure terror widens your eyes as two snake-like appendages come slithering around your waist. As the fingers spread comfortably across your bellybutton, latching together so you're caught in a powerful vice, you're flung backwards and into Luffy's grinning face.

Be prepared for at least a full hour of Luffy keeping you in his lap. His words become more and more jumbled as his lips drag across your neck, small swipes of his tongue over your skin making your breath hitch. From time to time you manage to make out breathless fragments of 'so sweet for me' as Luffy's fingernails dig almost painfully into the meat of your hips, followed by a devastating whine as he bucks his hips up against the curve of your bottom. Of a panted 'you're the best thing I've ever tasted' before Luffy bit down carefully onto your shoulder blade, teeth latching into your skin.

I mean, of course Luffy asked poor Sanji to prepare a huge feast in your honour! Before any of the rest of the crew can join, though, Luffy's has haphazardly balanced the plates along his arms, dragging you across the boat to join him for a make-shift picnic on the figurehead. He tries his best not to stuff all of the delicious meats, pastries and fruits into his face, he really really does. The two of you manage to find a compromise: Luffy will sit cross legged in front of you, feeding you the pastry he wants to scoff down himself in a birthday act of self restraint. Although his fingers nearly claw into your mouth with how excited he is, the best part of your compromise is how he's allowed to taste the crumbs my kissing them off your lips!

But bless his heart, he's so giddy to celebrate your birthday that his rubber body is vibrating so hard his head is almost slamming against the floor. You have to make him slow down, because he wants to run around everywhere on some grand adventure with you. The crew eventually give up trying to follow and head back to the ship, because Luffy is dragging you off to cuddle among the fields pocketed with fire-snapped wildflowers: crawling the two of you into the dark recesses of coves on a hunt for hidden treasure, and nearly getting the two of you stuck up the boughs of a prickly tree because he was trying to pick some exotic fruit as a present for you. The whole time, the tight grip he has on your hand is only loosened right before he gives your fingers an excited squeeze, (or when he realises he's running so fast his feet are nearly wheeling off the ground, his elongated arm and your poor panting body so far in the distance you look like little dots against the rolling hills.)

Before the two of you board back onto the Going Merry again, Luffy grabs both of your hands and stops you on the dock. There was an unfamiliar intensity in his eyes: something so aglow in his grin, in the study of his lambent eyes as they darted over your own that almost made you feel... embarrassed. Nervous.

Before you can make eye contact with your Captain again, the scratchy brush of something being placed on your head distracts you. With a lopsided smile, Luffy's hand pats the straw hat firmly down so it crests just above your eyes, before his fingers run down the string.

'Look! It fits you perfectly!'

He nips his thumb and pointer finger against your chin, leaning his lanky body down towards the warmth radiating off your body. You flush, believing your boyfriend is about to kiss you again, but this dopy ass lovestruck idiot is so overwhelmed and so so sleepy, that with a content sigh he falls on top of you. Before you can register your ass hitting the salt-stained wood of the docks, Luffy's cheek is pressed up against the side of your own, his mouth fluttering over yours as he snores soundly; as you try to shove him off, his arms wind at least ten times around your waist and effectively pins you to him like glue.

Big thanks to Zoro for being the only one on the crew brave enough to venture out and see why your flickering shadows were rolling about the pier: why there was so much mewling echoing out over the railings of the boat from down below. With a tired sigh, he just threw your boyfriend over his shoulder and tucked him into his hammock for the night.

Zoro

Roronoa Zoro, ahh the man who full on owns my ass. Let's be real though, since this man is so forgetful he would be such a teasing asshole on your birthday.

First off, this man definitely sleeps in. He's too busy hugging on to you: his calves are heavy as he slides them in between your own, a snort huffing out of his nostrils as he buries his face into the back of your neck like his salvation lay deep within the warmth of your skin. The tight security of his strong arm finally unwraps from around your waist when he gets up to train without another word: without any acknowledgement, any hint that the man knew how special today was.

But god, of course he knew - he knew everything about you: every detail, every idiosyncrasy, every quirk and giveaway and bad habit. And if he didn't love them all - if his constant observation, constant silent adoration of you didn't prick his sorry heart with a thousand deep lashes of longing.

Cue your confused frown as you finally got up to go look for your boyfriend training on the deck, only for him to be nowhere in sight. Wandering around the Going Merry, the annoyed grunt of your boyfriend's increasingly amplifying voice finally reaches your ears as you pass the kitchens.

Turns out, as Zoro asks for you to accompany him on look out duty in the Crow's Nest that night, that he had spent most of his day obnoxiously doing his best to threaten work with Sanji to create you the perfect birthday cake. The look of surprise that dawns like crested sunlight across your face as you notice the mountain of blankets spread out into a real makeshift nest, as well as the plates of desserts and charmingly wonky lantern lights strung along the wooden circle makes having worked with the waiter... slightly more bearable.

Before you can say anything, Zoro's pulled a bunch of dirt-strewn tiger lilies from behind his back with a bashful scratch of his rubescent neck. As you sniff their fiery sweetness, Zoro stumbles to explain how he’d actually asked for Luffy’s help to pick them; the problem is, the two of them are absolutely hopeless. They’d spent a full three hours trudging through the same field, only for Zoro to seethe once he realised they’d passed the same hollowed out tree trunk for the third time in fifteen minutes.

With the two of them hopelessly lost, it was by sheer dumb luck that Luffy finally managed to spot the flowers sprouting at the bubbling edge of a cragged little brook dotted between the tree line. The only thing was, as he leaped for enthusiastically to pull out the roots, his sandal got stuck between small pebbles and a heap of sticky mud residue lying underneath the water, and with all the tugging Zoro had to do to try and get them out the poor swordsman ended up soaked from head to toe.

At least he was better off than Luffy: the Captain had gone flying backwards over Zoro’s head with an increasingly frustrated tug against his hips, and ended up with his legs dangling comically out of a nearby tree he has been flung so far.

It was all worth it though, if solely for the wick of desperation that’s lit in the quivering pit of Zoro’s stomach as you lean on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. For the warm glow of lingering affection that alights behind his hazel eyes as he offers you his hand, and the two of you fall into an entangled heap on the blankets.

Now that there’s no one around to annoy him with their antics and quipped comments, the former bounty hunter can finally release the wild beast of desire that’s been clawing against his stomach all day. Your birthday is the only day the usually stoic and reserved swordsman will allow you to hear him mewl against the shell of his ear as you scrape your fingernails down the tight, shaking muscles of his back. The tightness of your thighs as they quake around his waist: the hot pant of his breath as he tries to restrain himself from tearing you apart right there and then, the surprisingly sweet flutter of his kisses as he pins you underneath the contracting muscles of your abdomen are the best present you could ever wish for.

For a second, he pulls back, using his elbows to stop himself from collapsing completely on top of you. He swallows thickly, obviously embarrassed by the way his eyes suddenly are intrigued in scanning the holes and perforations drilled into the Crow’s Nest by the sea’s brackish breeze. It’s only when he starts muttering incoherently to himself, sliding his stumbling hand into his trouser pocket that you finally manage to catch bits of what he’s trying to convey.

He unfurls your hand from where it’s clawed into the mossy strands of hair above the nape of his neck, thrusting something into your palm.

Bless his heart, it’s a little gold sword earring, dangly and almost perfectly melded to reflect his own three.

’I thought you might like something… if there’s ever a day I’m not there to protect you’, he hides himself in the curve of your neck, pretending rolls of steam aren’t burning your hand as you cup the back of his head.

’I always knew you were a big softie deep down’, you tease, pressing a lingering kiss against the side of his forehead.

The love is there. The love is there. Even if it gets stuck in his throat, in his pride, it's there. In the way he lifts his head to bore his eyes into yours. In the slight curl of his lip: the almost imperceptible brush of his nose tip against yours.

’If you tell curly brows, I’ll toss you off the boat myself.’

Sanji

Since you and Sanji have known each forever: since you were two terrified children, trying to run away from the cruel wrath of his father in the Germa Kingdom, his main goal on your birthday is to make you feel as safe, as protected, as adored as you’ve made him feel his whole life. Even though you’re spending the next character of your adventurous life together as Strawhat Pirates on the Going Merry, he wants to bring a little bit of your former home - of the Baratie - back to you.

As soon as the sun hits the chef’s tired eyes, he’s nearly tripping over his own shoes as he runs across the boat and comes crashing into your quarters of the boat. On any other day he may have been embarrassed to come in unannounced or uninvited, but as Sanji jumps onto your duvet like a puppy with a firecracker under its tail, he can’t find it in himself to worry about anything else except kissing you absolutely, head over heels silly. For a moment as your tired eyes blink languidly awake, you're wondering why you're finding it a little harder to breath than usual. First, you register the feel of something heavy and smooth clench against your torso; Sanji's muscled thighs tremble in anticipation as he straddles you. Secondly, you wonder why you can't move your face side-to-side; Sanji's trying to collect his butterfly swarm of a heart by collecting his warm, calloused fingers by the side of your cheeks, spreading them delicately against the skin. Finally, you manage to make out the almost luminescent, closed eye and open-mouthed grin of your boyfriend as he leant forward and encased your body.

Once you finally manage to physically shove Sanji's needy lips off your face, he starts the day by settling into the easy, familiar routine the two of you fell into once you started at the Baratie. He sneaks you away; steals you, almost greedily, insatiably for himself from the rest of the world.

Because to Sanji, you are his entire world. He had spent so long living behind the colossal shadow of his father: curled up, deferential, strangled. It had been so stifling there, so dank and saturating that he had almost become friends with the loneliness. But you - you, god, by all the seas he swore he would never meet another person as ephemeral as you. You had brought the sunlight back into his eyes, making his whole body awaken and burn with such a want anytime you were near that, despite his overly gallant nature, it almost scared him.

He's prepared a platter of your favourite breakfast foods by the back of the deck: trays full of delicious smelling dishes, strewn gold, sea-shell, freckled honey rose petals flittering among the silverware.

He spends the whole morning trying to feed you each bite, dipping his spoon into the fresh cream sponge he had spent all night baking, and humming as he the edge of the metal against your bottom lip. Finding it far too fun not to tease him, you make sure to grab onto his tensing hand and hold the spoon in place as he tries to pull away. With direct eye contact, you drag the flat edge of your tongue up the back of the spoon, making sure to wet his thumb with the inside of your warm mouth along the way.

His crossed legs squirmed against your own, swallowing thickly as he did his best to straighten his spine and look presentable: not like someone who was finding it harder and harder to hide just how easily you had managed to make him become undone.

It doesn't work though, and you have to drop the plate resting on your knee to the floor with a crunching crack as Sanji begins to pass out on top of you. With a frantic slap across his forehead, you just about manage to stop your boyfriend from toppling face first into the depths of the ocean.

Once he finally comes back round, his head resting securely on your lap, he utters out a thousand apologies as he pulls out your real present. He unfolds a hand-written letter that, honestly, is almost comical; there are so many bullet points laid out on the parchment detailing in exquisite, minute, sometimes quite raunchy detail all the adoration and reverence pouring out of his heart and soul for you, that it almost rolls fully to the bow of the ship.

He makes Captain stop at a nearby island, so the two of you can spend the afternoon at peace together: running barefoot, chasing each other through the champagne waves as a lavender hued sunset bows above your heads, napping on each other's shoulders under the leaves of a coconut tree, and making out on the sand until it swipes over your heads and soaks the two of you. The two of you sneak towards the borders of the nearby village when you begin to hear a swirling brush of stringed music sway out across the little island. Holding out his hand with a bashful smile, Sanji pulls you against his chest until there's almost no space left to breathe, that mad fool so deliriously in love. Under the silky velvet of the waning moonlight, the two of you can barely make each other’s eyes, falling into a fit of euphoric, infantile giggles that almost give you away. The kind glow of the varnished barn lanterns that hang over the ring-wood of dusty buildings brushes over you and Sanji's blushing cheeks as the prince presses the jut of his chin into your forehead. With a content smile, he closes his eyes and pulls your shared hand over till it’s resting against his heart, continuing to sway the two of you back and forth.

The two of you spend the rest of the early morning snuggled up in the kitchen, (even if Sanji has to bar the door with a broom, and throw apples at the handle from time to time to stop Luffy's smooshed face from shoving through the crack and asking if you guys had any snacks left over your birthday breakfast.)

Just you sitting tranquilly on the perch of Sanji's knee, a shared blanket wrapped lazily around both your shoulders. One of his arms is wrapped around your side, stroking and tickling your bellybutton just so he can feel the vibrations of your back as you laugh against him. The other is cupped around some warm tea, refusing to let you exert yourself at all on your birthday; between languid kisses that neither of you want to pull apart from, Sanji dissipates the line of saliva arched between your lips by giving you sips of jasmine tea.

The two of you just cuddle and talk about everything and nothing as soulmates do... well, until Zoro gets fed up of having to wait for his sake and straight up kicks the door off its hinges.

Nami

You can absolutely tell that Nami is up to something. You just know it.

Although she's trying to act as elusive and nonchalant as ever, that sneaky little smirk she throws at you over the breakfast table is definitely what I'd call a massive giveaway. Without breaking eye contact, your girlfriend will pretend to be intently concentrating on peeling her orange, all the while she's busy making you choke on your food by running her foot up your leg and resting it teasingly on your lap. She presses her toes against the inner seam of your thigh as he finally places a slice in her mouth with an ostentatious pop of her thumb as she pulls it away from her lips, Sanji nearly comes running to give you the heimlich.

All Nami does is wink at you as she chews.

Even though the cat burglar abhors the idea of being anything less than stingy with her money after the trauma she's suffered since Cocoyashi's ambush by Arlong, you're the only person she's ever willing to loosen the purse strings for. She surprises you with an expensive gift: a looping necklace dotted with fine jewels and glittering beads that seemed to both melt and burn ablaze against the horizon with each glint of the light.

You wanted to cry. Not only had Nami spent her valuable berry on a gift for you, she had also remembered, taking note in the back of her mind that you had complimented the piece of jewellery during one of your dalliances out to the markets of Turtledove Isle a couple of months ago. Swiping off the idea of ever owning it as being a fanciful dream once you looked at the price tag, Nami had observed your wistful frown and had purchased it there and then, before you had even fully turned your back.

Bless her heart, she had even managed to find a little tangerine charm and had woven it through the flaxen silver.

When Nami asks to place it around your neck, it takes almost all of your self restraint not to leap up like a firework and pounce on your girlfriend there and then. Her shoes slide around your back, holding you in place as she straddles herself behind your back. Her knees knock familiarly against your arms as she places her chin against your shoulder blade and fixes the necklace so it settles between your breasts, her delicate fingers making your heart race with each tender scratch. With a firm finger pressed under your chin, she tilts you back to meet her lips with an earnest gaze.

God, do you have the cat burglar wrapped around your pinkie finger.

With just one soft groan brushing against her open mouth, she's pinning you to the floor and holding your wrists captive above your head. She lunges, famished and desperate clawing for an ounce of control despite the whirlwind you've released in her heart. Shoving your legs apart, she's quick to fill the space by crawling her hands up the inside of your legs until her stomach hits your groin. She grins deviously, but you don’t have any time to question it before her plump lips are open against the skin of your neck - soft and warm enough to make you whimper, but sucking enough to leave you breathless. She continues pressing those licking, trailing kisses up the tendons of your neck until she’s sure she’s unwound you into a flustered, whining mess.

The sweet cries leaving your parted lips can be heard in each corner of the crevice of the ship. So much so, that Sanji has to desperately hold onto Luffy's arms and drag him back into the kitchen, because the sweetly naive Captain was worried that someone was injured up on deck.

Before her big surprise, though, she thinks the two of you deserve some well deserved rest and a day off for being the only two non-idiots (affectionate) on the Strawhats crew. Cue the two of you sipping lemonade and lying sunbathing underneath her tangerine tree, holding hands and having an impromptu thumb fight.

Despite her competitiveness, your girlfriend's feeling pretty generous because its your birthday and lets you win. And of course the winner deserves a prize...

Thank goodness Sanji managed to block the kitchen door with his body to stop Luffy from pulling the hinges straight off with his fingers, that's all I'm saying.

Because she'd like a little privacy to properly celebrate your special day, she treats you to a candle lit dinner she had disembarked from the ship earlier to set up on Yukino Island. With the help of some elderly villagers more than happy to watch (and gush over) young love blooming, Nami managed to cover your eyes and lead you to the edge of the wild thickets. With nothing but the peachy wisp of the fireflies dancing and glowing between your intertwined fingers, and the lavender breaking through the boughs of the verdant trees to disturb you, everything seemed so perfect. Just you, the love of your life, and a bottle of blood orange cider shared between you to end the perfect night.

The two of you cuddle up under the stars after, before finally relenting and heading back to the ship. Thus you found yourself tied to Nami's hip, one of her arms resting around your neck and tucking you into the side of her ribs. You lay back against the warm plushness of the moonlit sand, unable to help yourself from grinning as Nami lifted your hand and swept it up in a swift and precise line, carving out your share of the stars.

'You see those ones? That's called Lynx. It was always my favourite when I was a kid. So faint, so far away, and yet so beautiful when someone's finally lucky enough to catch its glow. That's how I used to feel, when I first met you.'

She glances almost painfully shyly to the side of your cheek, before finally swallowing her courage again and meeting your eye. The two of you can't help the flustered giggles that burst out of your throats as Nami begins to smile, digging her face into the socket of your shoulder and just... breathes easily, for the first time since she was a child.

She was so thankful for you, and gosh - if she wasn't ready to spend every birthday, and every day between and after proving it.

Usopp

My main man Usopp is straight up throwing you a massive party, are you kidding me??

He's such a sweet boy, oml. He wakes you up by his bright little smile peering into your face like a curious robin, quite honestly nearly making you jump a mile in the dim light of your cabin. Once you come round and realise some stranger hasn't just materialised to ogle you from the side of your bed, your heart soars when you comprehend that the sun hasn't even risen yet and Usopp is already fully dressed and right by your side. Your boyfriend can barely keep still: his knees almost sounding like a foghorn with how quickly they were bouncing on the floor, trying his best not to jump up but stay kneeling by your side. With a pile of maple smelling pancakes steaming by your legs, and a little clasped box you'd soon find filled with a smoothed stone 'pearl' inside, Usopp was the perfect picture of restrained, nervous longing.

He also presents you with a hand-made card, a slightly wonky outline of the two of you holding hands, surrounded by winged hearts and flying arrows on the front. As he carefully places it into your hands, he tries his best to tell you how much he loves you, but bless his heart, he's so shy and stuttering that all that comes out of his blubbering mouth is a long string of confused 'uh' sounds.

When you lean forward and shyly kiss the side of his mouth, trying to let him know that you reciprocate all the adoration he's trying to form into an actual sentence, his eyes roll so far back in his head that you grab onto his biceps to stop him from falling onto his face on the floor.

While the two of you are quickly trying to run through your chores today for the very *ahem ahem* surprise party Usopp definitely didn't blurt out to you was happening as soon as he had the chance, the sharpshooter takes every opportunity to try and distract you. He can't help it, the soft peals of your laughter makes his heart feel so light he feels like he's floating among the clouds. Cue your boyfriend jumping up onto the railings and swinging back and forth like a bat as he tells you about the time he was nearly eaten by a giant seal; he nearly kicks Sanji off the side of the Going Merry during one incredibly vigorous, almost manic jumping impression of a mammoth, snapping oyster monster that the brave Captain Usopp had to defeat to find you the pearl he knew would be the only present that could measure up to a rare treasure like you.

When the crew leads you out into the middle of a nearby island's square, despite how you'd been practising your shocked face your hands covered your mouth in genuine surprise; peppered flowers woven through vines wind around the marble arches of the gothic buildings, the warm splash from the spray of the siren fountain flutters across the rustled curls of the crawling banners running across its arches. The energetic hum of the crowd pulses through the swinging band as Usopp latches onto the bottom of your fingers and pulls you into the thrum.

Most of the night is spent with your forehead pressed firmly against Usopp, the two of you trying not to choke up bubbles as you share two striped straws and race each other to finish a cocktail bowl. The only problem is, Usopp can't help but brag about you every time he goes up to the bar to fetch you another drink, but then the silly man gets so worried that someone's going to come steal you away that he makes a beeline straight back for you, like a stinger's stuck in his bottom.

Your boyfriend has a tight, clammy grip on your hand all night - except when he's throwing shapes on the dance floor, of course. With some unfound confidence, he tries to twirl you around and dip you down into his arms, but manages to send the two of you flying straight into the side of the fountain oops.

Slightly tipsy, very giggly, and so, so completely, blissfully, ecstatically in love, the two of you come tripping back onto the ship trying to shush each other between snorts. Stripping off the various memorabilia Usopp managed to collect during the night: funky sunglasses, a string of fairy lights dangling off his shoulders, and a captain's hat, lay strewn in a haphazard trail back to Usopp's hammock.

Sanji managed to pull the short straw; tip-toeing over to the guy's quarters, he peeks through the door with an incredibly nervous furrow of his eyebrows to try and see what the two of you were up to. With a sigh, he thanked the seas to find Usopp cuddled up to you like a clingy koala bear, a lingering smile brightening his face despite the honk mimimi snores that were rising out of his chest.

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positively-peachy-143 · 10 months ago

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dallas x early bird!reader? ilysm👹

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

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Just Like Heaven

Characters: Dallas Winston, Early Bird! GN! Reader

Ships: Dallas Winston/Reader

Tags: smoking, light kissing, fluffy stuff :>

Wk: 649

Dallas Winston has never been a morning person, and he never will be. You on the other hand adore mornings. You love the way the light streams in through your window at Buck’s, you love when it illuminates Dallas’ features. You get to see this side of him that no one else sees; peaceful, vulnerable, sleeping Dallas. Who would blame you for watching him? He was beautiful.

This morning the sky is particularly golden, making the strands of his dark hair light up, illuminating it in hues of hazel and gold.

You take a sip of your coffee; black. It’s bitter, but a wonderful way to wake up. The steam is illuminated in the sunlight, rising in a steady stream from the chipped mug you’d manage to scrounge up downstairs. It had become a routine, making yourself coffee in the bar’s kitchen, maybe even breakfast for you and Dallas. Not this morning though, just coffee is fine for you.

You’re interrupted from your thoughts when you feel an arm lazily tossed around your waist, hearing a familiar sleepy grumble from the lazy lump of a man beside you. It sounded like maybe he said “morning” in that very Dallas way of his. His voice was low, rumbling and slurred with sleep. It made you smile.

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” you glance over your coffee at him, the mug no more than a couple inches from your lips. Even if you weren’t actively sipping it, the smell was nice. And you had to protect it from the potential threat of Dallas spilling it again.

“How’re you even alive right now, it’s so fuckin’ early…” he whined, burying his face in the pillow beside you. So much for admiring his features.

“Wah wah” you mocked, elbowing him playfully. “You ought to try it, you know. Sunrise is beautiful.”

“Don’t need a sunrise.” the words are simple, still edged by grogginess. He leaned up, eyes meeting yours. “Have you.” and he’s grinning that stupid grin of his, pressing a lazy, sleepy kiss to your lips. You’re sure he can taste your coffee, and he doesn’t seem to mind. When he pulls away, he looks a bit more awake than before, his grin verging on cocky now.

“Sap.” you scold, shoving him. Though you can’t smother the smile tugging at your lips. Yes, you think this is your favorite part of your morning. While you enjoy your brief window of alone time, you may enjoy this, watching Dallas slowly wake up and getting that little peek into his vulnerable side, even more.

“You blame me? Look who I getta wake up to.” he nudged you back, moving to sit up properly. He leaned over the little table next to the bed, picking up a box of matches and a carton of cigarettes. You’re not a big smoker, but in all honesty you don’t mind the smell as much as you used to. It always reminds you of Dally now.

He perches a cigarette between his lips, striking a match from the matchbox and lighting it. Afterwards, he carelessly tossed both small boxes back onto the table. No point in offering you one, he knows that.

A comfortable silence settles over you two. You, with your coffee, him, with his cigarette. Maybe not the healthiest breakfast, but you wouldn’t trade it for a five course meal if you had the chance. Something about this… peace, when otherwise chaos followed Dallas everywhere, when the gang would be teasing you, something about this was a welcome reprieve. You watch the sunlight streaming through the smoke wafting off the end of Dallas’ cancer stick, follow that light to his features. His dark eyes, brown hair, all illuminated in a way that makes him seem like some ethereal being sent here just to have this moment with you. Yes, something about this felt just like heaven.

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Feedback is always welcome!!! tysm for the request!!! :D

#Dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x y/n #the outsiders #the outsiders dally #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #early Bird reader #gn reader

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mr-bas00nist · 1 year ago

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Ok great! 😁 Can you do smut with Ethan Winters? I just know he has a praise kink. With everything he's gone through there's no way he doesn't. And I just know he is so needy and eager to please.

Good Boy

I COULDNT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS FOR THIS MF. And first Ethan fic so be patient with me lol.

Cw: Praise kink, handjob, bondage, blindfold and light marking

You hummed happily as you walked around Ethan. He was tied down to a chair, blindfolded and tied up. Naked and vulnerable, it made your heart skip a beat. You quietly walked over to him as you sank to your knees in front of him. He was panting pretty heavily. Presumably from arousal and slight fear of what you were going to do next.

You gently placed a hand on his pale thigh trying not to startle him to much. “Breathe Ethan.. your safe.” You spoke quietly caressing the soft flesh. He shook slightly, “M‘ sorry…. Nervous…” You and him had done stuff like this before but it still was always nerve wracking for him. You hummed as you smiled softly at him. “We can stop whenever you’d like.” You spoke with genuine concern and care. He nodded softly. “I’m alright….” He spoke as you gave him a soft pat.

You began to pepper kisses from his neck down his chest to his thighs. Ignoring where he needed the most to rile him up. His cock was standing in attention as it leaked pre. “So good for me Ethan…” you spoke as you gently sucked hickeys into his inner thigh. You watched his dick twitch from the praise.

“Please… need you to touch me…” he whimpered. You hummed as you traced patterns into his thighs. “Where baby, where do you need it most?” You ask with a teasing tone. You knew of course but hearing him beg for it was so sweet. He blushed a bright red as his fists clenched in the binds. “Need you…. Need you to touch my d-dick…” he stutters nervously.

You smiled softly taking in his appearance. “Good boy…. I knew you could do it.” You gently put a hand around his cock as he whined at the light stimuli. You began to slowly pump him using his pre cum as lube to make your movements smoother. Up and down. You put a hand on his thigh, a silent motion to let him know he’s safe.

You continued to pump at a slow pace when he started getting needier. “Need more… please…” he begged as he rolled his head back. You smiled. “Alright baby.” You began to stroke a bit faster, going at a through medium pace. He began to leak more as you leaned down to give gentle kisses to his tip. You reached down with your other hand as you began to fondle and play with his balls.

The added stimulation making him jolt and moan loudly. “Faster, please- please master…” He whined as you hummed in acknowledgment. You began to stroke him up and down with fast wrist movements. Twisting and squeezing all his sensitive spots. He let out loud whiny moans as he bucked his hips into your fist desperately chasing his high.

“Master- I’m gonna cum-“ he spoke breathlessly. Your hot breath fanned over him. “Cum for me Angel…” you spoke with a seductive tone as you sent him over the edge. He let out a long drawn out moan as thick white ropes shot out onto your hand. You pumped him slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. “Good boy…” you spoke with a smile as he whined at the sensitivity.

“lets get you cleaned up.” You spoke with a soft smile taking his blindfold off. He gave you a soft tired smile as you kissed him gently. You undid his wrists letting him move around again. He clenched and unclenched his fists to get the blood flow back in them. A heavy blush coated his face as he peered over to you with a look of nervousness on his face.

“Did I do good?” He asks in a soft submissive tone. “So good….” You responded honestly.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters smut #Sub Ethan winters

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bendydudeinc · 1 year ago

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I’m so happy I found your page cuz your writing is amazing and it’s refreshing to have transmasc reader content (plus you simp for all the same characters I do, so like score)

I was wondering tho, would you consider ever writing amab reader? For me it feels more “at home” than afab anatomy if that makes sense so it would be super cool if you were open to writing an amab post sometime! No worries at all if not, I just thought I might as well ask :)

Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like it!! I am totally open to writing amab content and in fact, hopefully your feeling thirsty for Dazai becuase here’s a little somethin~

Warnings: Reader is bottom, receiving overstimulation, amab reader, light bondage mentions of butt stuff at the end lolzers

“Please….please please please touch it!”

This has been going on for what feels like hours. You’re tied with ropes to the bed frame by your wrists and ankles, completely naked and exposed for the tall man in front of you whose fingers ghost achingly close to your rock hard cock. He leans over you, smirking as he looks down at your needy expression, eyebrows furrowed in as you beg. When he said he bet he could make you submit to him- you didn’t know he meant absolutely fucking ruin your sense of dignity. He’s worked you up by whispering the most seductive words in your ear, voice dropping low as he taunts you, fingers wrapping tightly around just below the tip of your cock and pumping at a painfully slow pace. He praises the beautiful sight when you begin to cry and drool pools at the side of your mouth when his thumb slowly runs across the slit on your sensitive tip. Your dick pulses and you let out a loud moan when he tightens his grip and suddenly focuses on the tip.

“You want me to give you what you need baby? Yeah? You been a good boy today? You think your pretty cock deserves this attention~?”

You nod frantically and nearly yelp at the loss when he pulls away, whining as your dick throbs with need for release. He’s quick to silence your pouts when he drops to his knees, your eyes widening and making him smirk like the devil as his eyes twinkle with excitement. He takes your cock into his hand, eyes on you at all times as he pumps it a few times and uses your whine as a cue to lower his mouth onto the tip. His runs his tongue flat across the slit, then runs it flat on the side of the tip and sucks, hard. You throw your head back and writhe in your restraints as your cock pulses into his mouth. He moans and grips your thighs, sucking in inch by inch into his watering mouth. He’s taking you to cloud nine, one hand reaching for your balls and gripping, tugging slightly at one as he takes the whole length into his throat and swallows. His eyes roll back and he moans around your dick, squeezing your balls harder to milk out every drop when he feels your hips buck up, fucking his face as you moan out high pitched sounds of bliss, shooting cum right down his throat. You’re creating marks in your ankles and wrists from pulling and squirming in your restraints. You whine and pant as he sucks at round the tip again.

“D-Dazai! I- too m-much! Can’t take- ngh~!”

You’re interrupted by a finger caressing teasingly at your asshole. And he pulls off of your twitching dick just for a moment to speak.

“Need more of your cum so we have lube to fuck your ass next baby~”

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS MY FIRST AMAB SMUT DRABBLE THING HOPE ITS ALRIGHT 😰

#dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamudazai #male reader #amab reader #bsd dazai #dazai x you

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singitforthegirls · 4 months ago

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Fic: Package for Evan Diaz

Summary:

There's no Evan Diaz at the 118, right? Hen would know about that, right? (Quickly cooked up fluffy & silly crack I wanted to write just for some happiness. :D Unbetaed.)

Notes:

I just wanted to write something silly and stupid. Like Buck and Eddie being absolute idiots but in a cute, heartwarming way. lol. And poor Hen, having to deal with them. lol

Hen was walking by the app bay doors when a delivery guy approached her. She stopped and let him look down at the package he held, labeled ‘Fragile,’ before he said anything. “I’m looking for an Evan Diaz?” He finally asked her, and Hen was confused.

“Uh, you must be in the wrong place. No one by that name works here. Sorry,” Hen told him, and she thought that would be it. It wasn’t often that they got packages not meant for them here, but mistakes happen.

“Is this the address on the order slip?” the guy asked, then showed her the information on the package as if it would help Hen with anything. But she still looked down to humor him. It said ‘Evan Diaz’ and their fire station, but that made no sense.

“Yeah, I can see that, but we still don’t have anyone by that name here,” Hen told him, looking up from the package. “We have an Evan Buckley and an Eddie Diaz, but no Evan Diaz.” As if summoned by his name, Buck popped up next to Hen.

“Oooh, is that for me?” Buck sidled up to them, eyeing the package the delivery guy was still holding and now looking between the two of them. The poor guy seemed very confused.

“No, Buck. Are you Evan Diaz?” Hen asked him rhetorically, and she felt it would be one of those days again when something clicked in Buck’s blue eyes.

A flustered look plastered on Buck’s face as he said, “Uh, well. Kind of?”

“What do you mean ‘uh, kind of?’” Oh, it was definitely going to be one of those days.

“Eddie and I kind of got married last Friday? I decided if Maddie could drop the Buckley name, so could I, and I’m now a Diaz like my boys.” Buck muttered, and Hen just stared at him, lifting her glasses to rub the bridge of her nose. She was definitely developing a stress headache.

Hen was pretty sure that she would have noticed that; Chimney and Maddie would have noticed that. Those two idiots would not be able to hide that. “Wait, stop. Why did you and Eddie get married? You’re not even together.”

“We just thought after the whole Texas disaster. And his grandparents poisoned him towards Eddie and Shannon; if anything happened to Eddie, we needed my claim to Chris to be stronger than just a will they could contest.”

“Only you two idiots would do this. What happens when one of you wants to date someone? How are you going to explain this?” Hen couldn’t believe they were standing here and having this conversation in front of a total stranger, but sometimes, you just needed to get something straight right away.

“Explain what?” Eddie asked as he walked up to them, too. The poor delivery guy just looked even more frazzled now that a third person had joined this conversation, and no one was taking the package away from him.

Like the absolute golden retriever puppy that Buck could be at times, he perked up at Eddie being at his side and opened his mouth to explain, “That we’re married and that I took your last name to people we might want to date in the future.”

“I hope we won’t ever have to do that. Since we’re dating now, I don’t intend to let him get away again.” Eddie told them, practically with heart eyes in his eyes and a blush high up on his cheeks, staring at Buck, and Hen really didn’t understand how these two were even functioning adults.

She really, truly loved them, but she was going to kill them. Why couldn’t they just be normal about each other? “Once again, what? Since when?”

“Since Saturday. We were filling stuff out so my name could be updated everywhere and just got talking about everything.” Buck told Hen. He was blushing, too, and grabbed Eddie’s hand to lace their fingers together.

“So, you are Evan Diaz? I’m in the right place?” The delivery guy finally pipes up and asks Buck directly, with hope shining on his face. Hen bets he hadn’t seen this coming when he started his deliveries this morning. Who would?

“Yes.” Buck grinned at him, letting go of Eddie’s hand to take the package from the delivery guy. “Do I need to sign for anything?” Buck had already handed the box to Eddie, who still stood next to him and held it as Buck started to remove the tape and opened the box.

“No, you’re good.”

“Thanks!” Buck yelled after the delivery guy, who was walking briskly away from them. He was probably glad this was over and could move on with his day. Hen sure was glad this was over, too.

Karen was never going to believe her when she told her about this: “... I need to go call Karen and ask her to have the wine ready once I get home.” They were going to need so much wine, and thankfully, there wasn’t that much left of this shift.

“What did you order?” Hen heard Eddie ask Buck, who was unwrapping something from the box that Eddie still held dutifully.

“These are for the kitchen,” Buck told him once he had removed the bubble wrap and stuffed it in the box with the rest of the packing material.

Hen couldn’t resist taking a little peak before she left these two in their literal Honeymoon glow. It was two mugs with dark blue handles, and they had the same color inside, but the outside was white. They both said Mr. on them in a script-like font, but one of them had a mustache.

Buck grinned up at his apparently for-real husband like the sun, and Eddie was basking in the warmth, looking back with such fondness in his eyes that Hen almost wanted to cry. She was glad her two idiots finally got there. But they were going to have a longer talk about this later.

Notes:

I wanted to not spend too much time on this, I just wanted to whip it up and post it because I wanted to I don't know, spread some fluffy crack-y-ness. lol. But just so everyone knows, the next day (sunday) Buck moved in. lol. So it was, married, dating, moving in. XD Idiots who don't know they were in love. lol. This is the mug, by the way: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1407504639/unique-moustache-print-coffee-cup-mr

Read/Kudos/Comment on AO3 below :D

#my fic #my writing #buddie ficlet #buddie fic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #hen wilson #fanfic #writing #fluffy crack #idiots in love

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piplup335 · 10 months ago

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Scythe and reader who used to be a showgirl!

This...was one of my most confusing requests ;-;

Initially I was like "this should be okay" until I found out the definition of a showgirl..and I factchecked it and ended up being even more confused...then I realised that I forgot to ask for details…

so yeah- this may not be what you wanted, but I tried ;-; if you want I can rewrite it ASAP, I'll prioritise it too :D

hope it's alright, I did what I could with the prompt!

requested by @shymed! again, sorry if out of character, still not familiar with phighting n stuff ;-;

"...where am I?"

A lone demon sat in a small room, tied to a chair and blindfolded, without any sense of his surroundings.

He had no idea where he was, or why he was there...all the poor demon knew was that he needed to get out as soon as possible.

The last thing he remembered was blurry and fuzzy in his mind, almost like a damaged cassette tape…but he still remembered the details of what happened.

It was just a standard routine for him, sneaking around Lost Temple to snag a few bucks here and there to survive another day, buy another meal…and that’s when he saw it.

A dancer. Fair skin, flawless movements…she had it all. Especially in that sizable jar, almost stuffed to the brim with coins and banknotes…it was innocently sitting on the floor, practically begging to have some of the money taken out of it, begging to be spent…that jar was a sitting duck at that point. Situated in plain sight, brimming with cash and with no visible security in sight? Perfect.

One, two three…the demon watched as the dancer tapped to the beat, her dress flowing behind her as she twirled for another grand finish to her sequence. It was almost hypnotic…step, twirl, step, twirl, step…bingo.

Without wasting another beat, the demon leapt forward, seizing the jar. Tucking it under his arm, he cracked a sly smile.

"Target acquired...heh, I'm eating good for the next few days..."

Before the dancer even knew what happened, he had turned a corner into a dingy alleyway, with no traces left in sight.

Little did he know that someone was watching him from the top of a building…someone whose hat cast a dark shadow over her face…

The unknown figure sneered.

"Target acquired."

And now, here he was.

Blindfolded and tied to a chair.

Now, he was the sitting duck.

He tried to scream for help, pointlessly praying that someone would hear him and come to his aid…but he realised he couldn’t.

Someone had taped shut his mouth. The tape was some strong stuff, too- it wouldn’t get off, no matter how hard he tried.

Struggling against his restraints, he paused as a blood-chilling laugh made its way to his ears.

“Now, now…let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, darlin’!”

He felt the blindfold being harshly yanked up and over his head…and after seeing the individual in front of him, he just wanted to tug the blindfold back over his eyes and wipe his memories clean. Never in his entire life would he ever want to see this face, let alone up close. The sight of her alone scared the living daylights out of him…

Scythe.

The same serial killer present on many, many posters throughout Lost Temple…the infamous profile throughout the Inpherno, notorious for evading capture from Banlands’ warden over and over again…

And now she was sneering in his face like a predator sizing up its prey, ready to swoop in for the kill.

“My, my…you have some guts, don't ya? Stealing from an innocent gal without hesitation…ya really lack morals, huh?”

Scythe unsheathed her gear- an overengineered rifle. Twirling it in her hand, a laser blade emerged from one end. The demon thought it was over for him- but then felt the ropes binding him to the chair loosen up and fall to the floor in a flash. Scythe had used her weapon to sever his restraints.

Looking at his situation, he decided that if he had any chance of survival, it would be to make a break for it.

Analysing his surroundings, he made a few observations.

The room was fairly small. From his position, he thought, it would only take him around five seconds to get the hell out of there.

Scythe’s back was facing the door. Not too near, not too far.

The only object in the room was the chair. No obstacles in sight- plus, he could use the chair to deter her- just whack it over her head and make a run for it.

Simple enough. Hit and run.

Just as Scythe was about to reach out for his neck, he rolled off. Quickly hopping to his feet, he grabbed the leg of the chair he was tied to.

It was now or never.

He hurled the chair at Scythe’s head and made a run for it.

He didn’t go far, however- he felt something tight wrap around his ankle. He frantically tried to shake it off- but his efforts were all in vain.

The force pulled on his ankle, dragging him to the floor. Before he could react, he felt a harsh pressure on his chest.

Scythe.

She had a boot on his torso, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Well, well, well…you sure are a feisty one, aren’t ya?”

Too scared to react, the demon didn’t even dare breathe as Scythe picked up his wrist with a misleading sense of tenderness…a false promise that he would live.

Hell, he would be lucky if his death was even quick and painless.

“What delicate hands you have…”

Scythe’s fingers ran over his skin, circling his joints with false pleasantness.

"I wonder what you'd do without them?"

"Damn it...how could I have been so careless?"

After a long and fruitless search, you ended up empty-handed.

One moment you were dancing on the streets, smiling as you saw your jar filled to the brim with cash, your earnings from dancing on the street.

Next thing you knew, your income was swept away by an unfamiliar person, his face obscured by a dark hood.

"...not a fan of going back...there..."

You shuddered at the thought. Once upon a time, you were a showgirl- dancing away in nightclubs and basking in the spotlight as drunken spectators threw coins at the stage, by your feet...looking back, you hated those days. It was only a few years after you signed up for the job, for the lifestyle of a showgirl that you realised that to them, you weren't seen as yourself. You were just another plaything, another woman for drunken people at nightclubs to fawn over.

Just another money-making scheme.

You quit your job a few months prior just to pursue street dancing- something you much preferred. It didn't pay nearly as much, and your pay wasn't fixed- but hey, you could still get by.

But now the day's earnings were snatched away, and horror filled you as you realised you may have to return to that dreaded place just to afford a meal.

Sighing in dejection, you decided to find your friend, the one person who could help out.

Left, right, another right...after a few twists and turns through the crowd and into a dark alleyway, you found a door. It was a plain door, painted a dull teal with some scratches in the coat of paint. It looked old as if worn down over time, and it almost seemed as if whatever was behind it was abandoned, left to rot in the blazing heat of Lost Temple.

However, behind the door, there was an entire community residing there.

Pushing open the door, you heard the familiar chatter of your friend's "cult", as you so nicely put it. Weaving through the crowd, you found another door. It was easy to spot- not many people crowded around that area, and for good reason.

The door was labelled with a plaque saying "DO NOT ENTER" in bold, steel letters. The sign was framed with brass, and you knew that whoever was behind that door had a high position in the group.

After all, you knew this individual on a personal level.

Pushing open the door, you saw your good friend sitting at her desk, filling out some paperwork with a lethargic expression on her face.

"...what did I tell you midgets about knocking- oh, it's you! Perfect timing! Hey, (Y/N), I got a surprise for ya!"

Scythe swiftly snuck behind you, using both her hands to cover your eyes.

"Scythe, don't leave me hanging-!" You groaned. You weren't a patient one, after all.

"Fine, fine...I found something you lost!"

Scythe uncovered your eyes, your gaze immediately settling on the familiar glass jar. It usually sat on the floor whenever you danced, and now it was seated at Scythe's desk.

"My jar! Scythe, you're a lifesaver! Wait...where'd you find it?"

Scythe chuckled. It was a friendly one but had a slight bit of menace to it.

"Let's just say...I can get people to loosen up...and fast."

Scythe's gear was propped up against the wall, a streak of blood on the handle.

and that’s my third req! again, sry if it sucks ;-; if you want me to I’ll rewrite, just lmk! :D

hope you guys enjoyed it!

#phighting x reader #phighting!#scythe phighting #scythe #scythe x reader #i want to slam my head against a table #help me #marinated seasoned and grilled to perfection!

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lordarsonizzzzt · 2 years ago

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Hi, could you write about how Dr.Glass, Dr.Bright, Dr.Kondraki, Dr.Gears and SCP-073 would react to their S/O who seems to mentally regress when being yelled at (looks down, can't stop crying, needs to hold onto something to ground themselves, apologising constantly/not being able to say anything). Thanks

Hi :D I don't write for SCPs bc I don't want to characterize them in a wrong way, so I'll throw Iceberg in there if that's okay

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT MENTALLY REGRESSES WHEN BEING YELLED AT.

characters: Simon Glass, Jack Bright, Kondraki, Charles Gears, Julian Iceberg

DR. GLASS

✧ Would never yell at you, not even to call you if you are like, in another room.

✧ As I stated in the Glass Headcanon thing, he can be manipulative and a little shit.

✧ He once heard a fighting going on and he went on the room where it was happening to put a stop to it.

✧ His blood was boiling when he saw you standing in place, shaking and holding back sobs while hugging yourself and looking down.

✧ Someone he didn't care to know the position of was, indeed, yelling at you and he probably was and will be the first person to see Glass mad.

✧ He didn't spoke a word, walked to where you were, stood in front of you and punched the guy square in the face and then in a very calm voice he told him a bunch of stuff that went from how 682 would crack every bone of his to how clef would do the same thing but slower.

✧ He took your hand and led you away, when you both were back in his office he grabbed some candy he always had for his patients and put them in the table, then he started telling you that everything was okay, you were safe now and if you wanted, you two could take some free time until his next session and watch something you like.

✧ He doesn't panic, he knows what to do to make you feel safe again.

DR. BRIGHT (She/He used)

✷ Similar to Gears and Kondraki, she has a lot of power in the foundation.

✷ She's goofy nd shit but can be scary when he gets serious.

✷ Now he didin't saw who yelled at you, she just came into the cafeteria and saw you on one of the tables being consoled by a really confused Clef.

✷ She was by your side in two seconds and started asking what's wrong, when you didn't answer he started asking more and more until Clef told him to shut up.

✷ The 3 of you just stayed there waiting until you felt better and were able to talk, Jack was holding your hand and running his thumb across it while Clef just ate his lunch in silence.

✷ When you finally told him what happened he held your hand a little tighter and then shot a glance at Clef.

✷ "I'll give you 100 bucks if you kill that fucker"

✷ You had to convice both of them that they shouldn't.

✷ Bright did however, made that person's life a living hell, she told everyone what they did and probably exagerate a little.

✷ Next time he crosses this person in the hallways he is going to make sure they felt the same way you did or worse.

✷ They should feel lucy tho, the only reason they are not a D Class or a victim of 682 was because you didn't thought that was the solution.

DR. KONDRAKI

✴︎ He was probably drunk when he did it, and you were trying to help him like Draven did.

✴︎ And he yelled at you to stop and to just let him drink his sorrows away.

✴︎ It was like magic, he felt sober in the moment he heard you say a weak 'sorry' and start sobbing. He quickly stood up from his chair and hugged you and started apologizing while you did the same.

✴︎ He would feel guilty the rest of the day and would quit his drinking for a month.

✴︎ Even if you said you forgive him, he would buy you gifts, spend more time with you and each time he will say sorry.

✴︎ He will try never yelling at you again, drunk or sober, stressed or not. He doesn't want you feeling bad and then hating him.

DR. GEARS

〠 Not the best at comforting.

〠 It was probably Iceberg who yelled at you, because he yells at anyone. Gears would try to do things he saw others doing, he'll put his hand on your shoulder and just stay there with you.

〠 He really doesn't know what to do because that never happened to him,, so he can't relate that much and his lack of emotional reaction doesn't help.

〠 He will drop more work into Iceberg and will buy you your comfort drink (if you have any)

〠 He shows he cares with gifts and sometimes words, but he thinks is better if he doesn't say anything when you are like that, he may come a little too harsh.

〠 He'll pet your hair if it makes you feel better? Again, not the best at comforting but he'll try.

〠 Eventually he'll get back to work if you are feeling a little better, will tell Glass to be with you today, he probably knows what to do.

DR. ICEBERG

❆ Probably the one that yelled at you, he won't do anything to comfort you at the moment.

❆ You will find little gifts on your desk, your work will be done and there will be a letter where he apologizes in his,,, own way.

❆ "i'm sorry I made you cry but it will happen again but I'll try not to make it happen again"

❆ He's not the best with words or physical affection, but he will show that he's sorry by controlling himself around you, when he's about to yell at you or someone and you are in there he'll excuse himself for a moment, and then will come back a little calmer, or will tell you to get out so he can chill the f out

❆ Not the best to date if you are like that tbf, but he will try

#scp x reader #dr gears x reader #dr kondraki x reader #dr bright x reader #dr iceberg x reader #scp kondraki #scp iceberg #scp bright #dr glass x reader #scp dr glass

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teecupangel · 2 years ago

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I can't remember if Desmond knowing how to play guitar is Canon or fanon but either way I think it'd be funny if Desmond stumbled his way into being a semi popular musician like slightly less than d-list celebrity level

I think it’s fanon?

But I can totally see Desmond learning how to play the guitar because he wants to experience as many things that people consider to be ‘normal’. It would most probably be a second-hand guitar, might have even bought it from one of his coworkers who just wanted to sell some of his stuff, maybe because he had too much already.

Desmond would check the net on how to play the guitar and he won’t get it immediately but he can be quite stubborn when he wants to.

Soon enough, he starts to enjoy playing the guitar and, before long, he started to learn how to compose music.

He would play out in the streets for the next two hours before he has to go to work and, yeah, it’s not really that profitable but it helps him practice and also give him a few bucks if he’s lucky.

Then, one day, his coworker sees him playing outside and suggests he tries to play for open bars instead.

Who knows?

He might get lucky.

Desmond mulled it over.

Honestly?

It was risky as hell. He was staying under the radar because he didn’t want his father’s hippy club(cult) to find him but, at the same time, what the hell would they be able to do if Desmond does make it ‘big’ anyway?

So…

Desmond does try out open bars. He focuses on the songs he’s more familiar with and… it’s not a hit but it wasn’t a failure as well.

The owner certainly asks if he could play again and Desmond isn’t stupid, he’s sure that he’s being paid less than he should be but…

It was never about the money anyway.

That was what bartending was for after all.

So Desmond agrees and begins to play in that bar whenever he didn’t have a shift in Bad Weather.

From there… it was a slow ‘climb’ but Desmond started getting noticed.

Someone suggests he starts a youtube channel and just post his covers of popular songs.

Desmond agrees to it because it’s not like he has anything else going on in his life.

He was saving up for a motorcycle but he used that money to buy the equipment all these websites said he would need to make sure the audio of his videos would be great. Hey, if it doesn’t pan out, he’d sell them for a cheaper price and just continue to save up for that motorcycle.

But it did pan out.

Not at the start.

But Desmond kept doing it, even adding videos of him learning how to play new songs. Some began to comment on his videos, suggesting he plays this or that and he tries them out.

It was nice.

Even if they were usually requests or comments about how he looks or his voice, it was fine.

But then he starts getting comments that he was getting better and a lot of them seemed to be truly trying to encourage him.

At the very least, he believed they were meant to be encouraging, anyway.

So he kept at it.

Continues until he starts getting messages for collabs with other Youtubers and he enjoys it.

Enjoys the comments and the friendliness that comes.

And he becomes one of Youtube’s best cover singers.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond doesn’t know it but a lot of the encouraging comments he got when he was starting out were from Assassins. His face has already been uploaded in Erudito’s servers with a prototype aging program that tagged him.

It was actually his mother who asked the Assassins not to take him back and they just… check up on him every time he posts.

She and Bill got into an argument over how it’s clear that Desmond is enjoying his ‘civilian’ life and this is his choice. The Assassins smartly don’t say anything about it and just asks Erudito to make sure Desmond’s fake identity wouldn’t ping Abstergo.

In this one, the Assassins are actual fans, secret fans or just checking up on Desmond regularly because he’s still one of them even if he’s ‘retired’(ish). Regardless, they’re supporting him by commenting and liking his videos.

His rise to the top is because of his skills and luck though, Erudito didn’t rig anything.

He’d get some gigs but he’d mostly stay as a Youtuber since that’s more comforting for him. He gets to connect with people but he doesn’t have to be in the same room as them.

Desmond does livestreams where he just lets the chat requests songs for him to sing. Sometimes, he talk about which songs he likes and even plays a few of his original songs which he’s always embarrassed about, making the chat go wild because he looks adorable when he’s embarrassed.

Desmond sorta wants to try out other musical instruments and he teases his fans that he’ll show them his new instrument soon.

It’s a ukulele.

He uploaded the big reveal on April 1.

Then he started to play Through the Fire and Flames using a ukulele XD

To be fair, his actual next instrument was a piano which took a lot of space of his tiny apartment and the fact that he’s so happy showing his fans the piano and telling them that this was probably the first non-second hand item he’d ever purchased made all his fans melt and are like ‘sweet baby boi must protect’

He’s not super popular and he’s not the best Youtube musician BUT he has a dedicated fandom that’s approximately only 5% made up of Assassins and Erudito pips.

And now, I will end this ask by sharing three actual songs that Nolan North sang (I’m not including the ‘A Whole New World’ one because the audio for that one isn’t that clear)

youtube

#sidebar #shoutout to saint’s row iv #for having the voice options be:#male female and nolan north #dude has his own category XD #i kinda like the idea that desmond plays anything that catches his fancy #so he plays and sings every kind of genre #some more than usual #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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lamardeuse · 2 years ago

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fuck it Friday

since this is the last day of Pride month, have a little teaser for my next 911 bingo fic, since what I hoped would be a straightforward PWP is predictably ballooning out of control and there’s no hope it’ll be finished today :D

“I wasn't shocked,” Buck said two nights later at Hen and Karen's. “You make it sound like I was some fainting Victorian lady with my corset laced too tight.”

“Fine, we'll pretend I didn't have to scrape your jaw off the floor,” Eddie said, skewering Buck with a look and feeling a little smug when he blushed.

“I wasn't shocked,” Buck insisted. “I've done stuff with guys before.”

“A lot's changed in the last decade, Buck,” Hen drawled.

Eddie's eyebrows shot up. “A decade, really? Also, how do you know it's been that long for him?”

Hen chuckled. “I keep forgetting you never met Buck 1.0. The day he found out I was a lesbian, he made a point of letting me know he'd kissed two guys in college and gone down on this really hot truck driver when he was hitching a ride to Montana, said it was some 'Jack Kerouac shit'. I threw up in my mouth a little.”

Karen covered her face with her hands to muffle her laughter. “Geez,” Buck said, “see if I ever open up to you again. And it's been nine years, not that I'm counting.”

“If I never hear about your blowjobs again it'll be too soon,” Hen said. Pointing a finger at both of them, she added, “Fair warning.”

“Oh, hell no,” Eddie said, “you do not need to worry about that.” Even the thought of sharing graphic details of his sex life with his friends was horrifying.

“Not that we've –” Buck started, and Eddie glared him into silence.

Karen leaned forward. “Okay, so after the shock wore off, what happened?”

Hen raised her eyebrows at her wife. “Look who's nosy.”

“Listen, they're family now,” Karen said simply.

“And that means they don't owe us the details.”

Karen rested her chin on her hand and batted her eyelashes at Eddie and Buck. “No, you're right, they absolutely don't.”

Eddie glanced at Buck, who was biting his lip to keep from smiling. “You want to know who kissed who first,” Eddie said, mouth curving.

“I mean,” Karen said, “we might have a whole five dollars riding on it, so that would be –”

“Oh please, we do not, I thought you were joking –”

“I never joke about probability,” Karen retorted. “And the odds are definitely in my favor here –”

“Uh,” Buck said, raising a hand, “I think you're both gonna end up winning. Or losing, depending on how you look at it.”

#my stuff #911 fic #buddie fic

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watchmenanon · 2 years ago

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Let's Hear It for the Boy: Finn Wolfhard

from STATUS Magazine August 2017 feat. Finn Wolfhard and Noah Schnapp

by STATUS Magazine

While some kids hide underneath their blankets once they discover the monsters underneath their beds, Finn Wolfhard didn't need a lot of growing up before he decided to face them himself. Sure, the underground creatures he takes on are a bit fictional, but the young actor is braving the real world with promise and precision.

It’s not that hard to be smitten with Finn Wolfhard.

Just like the characters that he portrays, he’s a charming young boy who views the world with eyes of wonder and excitement. At 14 years old, he’s already been in two huge thriller franchises that most kids his age wouldn’t even dare to watch. He first hit our frequencies last year starring in Stranger Things as the determined leader of the pack, Mike Wheeler. The series might’ve catapulted his career, but his love for the craft has been keeping him grounded. “The only thing that’s different now is that I get stopped on the street for pictures and have a lot followers on social media, but that never changed my personality or anything. I’m just happy to be an actor in general,” he adds. Making his way from Hawkins, Indiana to Derry, Maine, he’s also set to star in the upcoming movie adaptation of Stephen King’s horror classic It as the buck-toothed goon Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier. While both involve a plot where children mysteriously go missing, we’ve found ourselves a star in Finn Wolfhard. He’s definitely got the “It” factor, and there’s nothing strange about that.

Despite being a middle-schooler, Finn is wasting no time kidding around. Although it seems like he’s shaping up to be sci-fi’s It-boy, he’s been gradually showing different sides of himself. When he’s not busy slaying strange creatures and dancing clowns, Finn can be seen shredding his bass and guitar, and he’s got an impeccable taste to match the skill he’s been refining. His covers of Mac DeMarco and Nirvana have been circulating across the Internet, in addition to the buzz he’s been creating with his band Calpurnia–and it doesn’t stop there. He recently hosted and performed at Sweet Relief’s benefit concert called Strange ‘80s alongside Sarah Silverman, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Tenacious D, and Slipknot’s Corey Taylor. And now, he’s stepping behind the camera with his latest project, co-directing a crowdfunded music video for Spendtime Palace’s Western rock tune “Sonara” with former Viner Josh Ovalle. With It premiering this September and the second season of Stranger Things streaming this October on top of his personal ventures, Finn might’ve seemingly bitten off more than he can chew, but never underestimate a small kid with a big appetite.

: You recently dabbled into the world of filmmaking, co-directing a Westernthemed music video for Spendtime Palace with Josh Ovalle. Can you tell us some of the directors that inspire your vision as a director?

A: I think my favorite directors would be Spike Jonze and Edgar Wright. I like Spike Jonze because he’s so versatile in a way that he can make skateboarding videos but also win an Oscar for Best Screenplay. That really gives me faith that I can be an actor and still be a director. And Edgar Wright’s incredible because he just knows how to create something visually. He has perfect vision. Oh, also Sofia Coppola! That’s another director that I admire a lot.

Q: We’ve also been seeing a lot of your band Calpurnia online. Can we expect any music release from you guys soon?

A: Yeah, it all depends on my schedule, but I think we’ll be doing an EP that’ll be out in the next couple of months. Hopefully next year, we’ll do some shows. We want to do as many shows as we can ‘cause we love performing so much. We want to do shows in Vancouver and a tour maybe next summer.

Q: Going into your upcoming projects, you’ve been into a lot of scifi and supernatural stuff so far. Was this a conscious choice or a mere coincidence?

A: It’s a weird coincidence for sure. ‘Cause when I auditioned for Stranger Things, I was auditioning for everything. That was just the right thing for me to do at that time. Same thing with It, and I’m glad that they were. It’s just complete coincidence. Acting is my favorite thing to do, so whatever comes to me, I’d do it as long as the script is good.

Q: Both Stranger Things and It are set in the glorious decade of the ‘80s. How were you able to play a character from a time period you have no memory of?

A: The cool thing about playing a character in general is you have to add yourself to it, so I try to put as much of myself into every character that I play as possible. Like in Stranger Things, I read the lines like how I would say them in real life. I think the only thing that really has to do with the ‘80s is that it’s set in a different time. If you know enough about it, it’s easy enough to do.

Q: You got the chance to work with Sean Astin for this season. How was it like working with him?

A: He’s so amazing. He was open to anything. I asked him every question I had about The Goonies and The Lord of the Rings. He just gave me so much knowledge and told me to enjoy being a kid but at the same time, be comfortable with what you’re doing as well as the projects that I’m in.

Q: How different would this season of Stranger Things be from the first one?

A: The second season is just like the first season, but better. It has the same sense of wonder and adventure, but adding more horror and drama aspects to it. I even think it’s funnier than the first. It’s taking everything that the first season did and just improving it.

Q: Moving forward into your career, what kind of projects are you interested in doing next?

A: For acting, I’d love to do a comedy or a drama. I don’t want to do too many sci-fi and horror stuff ‘cause I would just get typecasted. Obviously, I enjoy doing Stranger Things, but the genre in general isn’t always my favorite. And I’d also want to continue directing anything that’s written by me. I don’t want to misquote Matt and Ross [Duffer], but they told me, “If you want to be a director, you have to write your own stuff.” And I really like that ‘cause you have full control of everything.

Q: Being a kid yourself, do you have any tips for other kids who want to follow the same path that you thread on?

A: I think anyone my age who’s into acting should go to open casting call websites like Craigslist and just find whatever they can find. If you want to do acting classes, that’s fine, but acting classes never worked for me. I’ve learned to access my emotions way more as I went along. But it depends. If you want to study it, that’s a different thing. I only advise that you go to school for it if you don’t know anything about acting. But if you already know enough about it, then I think that you should just do your own thing.

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Oop uuh ohhh o.o

Dealing with politics in a TV show is uncomfortably reminiscent of real life right now xdd

Probably not lol

Imagine if she did XD

Well at least she's being civil

Hmmm but also no witnesses xdd

Not like I think she's gonna kill you lol

I don't think that's gonna work honey :((( grief is crazy

She's already had her taken, idk if this'll help :(( I hope but

Personally I would be writing that stuff down not recording it but yk lol

Maybe she wanted to send her a video specifically :))

Awww

LOL

xD Karen

So real

Awww :')))

If she says something like so was my son I'm gonna lose it-

Imagine if she did have compassion rn 😭 and this was all over 😭 consider xdd what then 😭

Aww yeah :'( :')))

It helped her live again <33

True :'((

I don't think it'll work but-

YEP 😭😭😭🥺🥺

Yeah but you're an ADULT who had her child (and it's awful and I'm sorry and no one should have to deal with it but that's besides the point), this is a CHILD who needs her PARENTS

SHE 👏 IS 👏 A 👏 CHILD 👏👏👏!!

I'm gonna lose it <3

Good staying calm Hen I'm losing it lol

She really would :((

She's always been sorry that someone died even if she was angry with him

Oop 😬

Roughhh

Girl I know you're grieving but also I hate you <33

Oope o.o

OH HEEECKKK NO

I KNEW IT

Wait girl you didn't know O.O

Gonna screeeeam 🥰🥰🥰

Hate him hate her hat everybody (not everybody) 🥳🥳

At least he's funny sometimes even if he's awful 😑

Ope okay we're transitioning here but same music- kinda messing with me lol

Aww Bobby :((

Ope hi Hen :o

Guess that's why the music transitions

Can we start a secret plan to take her down :D please :D

A little difficult since she's like a fr politician not just in your work but yk we'll make it work-

Ahh three times is like the number of serious lol

Aww this little apartment :'/ :') they do need a house back <3

He doesn't sound happy about itttt lol

I mean I know he's not but xD

I mean yeah but also-

Yes she's the problem but he does suck-

(for context I paused)

Oh wait she's probably gonna say he's not her captain lol-

Yep xD

Ahh yeah fair ://

Although yeah he did resign he just hadn't left yet

Oop o.o

I forget that like they don't know that's probably the reason

Gosh a deep dive 😳😬

I hate herrr 🥰🥰🥰

Councilwoman Ortiz lol

Yeah true!!

OPE WHAT HELLO

Hi Buck :O

Ohh okay

Bobby like, having straight up sessions with the 118 and got that patient confidentiality between each: 🥲

Oh gosh Buck

Yeah ://

HELLO???!?!

BOBBY'S FACE XDDD 💀 EXACTLY!!

I know that's not what he means but 💀 O.O

(I will say I saw that as a gif and I was like H U H O.O knowing what he probably meant and also hoping it was played as that and I wasn't just crazy xD I was pretty sure by now but nice to know for sure lol)

Thank you for the immediate clarification Buck 😭😭 SLFJFHDKS XDD

Gosh that was crazy

See I just wanna know how we go from all this serious stuff (probably not getting solved in the next 20 minutes lol) to a Halloween episode next week 💀 xD

Next episode that is

LOL fair xD

I mean technically he can quit

Fair Buck, that sucks :((!

You shouldn't be out in that position, and it sucks because everyone's going through it so you probably feel guilty too

Like through it in a different way, not being the favorite lol

Exactly Bobby :(( but it's not about what should be, it's about what is

SDKLFJDHKS WAIT STOP EDDIE'S HERE TOO XDDD OH MY GOSH THAT'S AMAZING LOL

I know Chim probably won't be since these are the established stories so far this episode but like hey, there's stuff with Mara he could slip in for xD

Awww Eddie yeah :(( exactly, that must suck

I'm sorry Eddie 😭😭

AWWWW HONEYYY 😭😭

And still calling him cap :'(((

That just sucks xdd 😭😭😭🥺💔

I'm so sorry Eddie :'((

I'm glad you want to respect his wishes and he deserves that but it just sucks for both of you :(( I'm sure he misses you too

Ope?

BOBBY XD LOL

Is he trying to lighten the mood or just slip it in there while he can xD

Aww Eddie's tone LOL

ADLFJDKHGAJKS CHIMNEY IS HERE!!!

Oh my gosh this is amazing xD

Poor Bobby going through all of these like 👁️👄👁️

All talking about different but juuust slightly related issues xD

LOL he's talking about the house 💀 xD

Exactlyyy

True!!

NOT WHERE I WAS GOING WITH IT XD

Like needing your guys' own house xD

Also a little rude to bring it back to you Chimney unless that was the original intention

But still lol

Ohhh interesting interesting :o

That's good information to know

Maybe he'll die xdd or get injured

I mean though we did try that already 😭

Also the Ortiz thing though

Lol Bobby's head following his xD

LOL the impression Chimney 💀💀 XD

Because he knows facts- BECAUSE BUCK IS DUMB ��💀💀😭😭🥺 RUDE CHIMNEY

Kinda right sometimes but he's just a little silly goofy 😭 Buck is very smart <333

Maybe it's just that he doesn't seem like it xD

Crazy thing to say though kinda funny but 😭 XD

#9-1-1 #911 #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #okay!!! see you guys after abbott :))!

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babyhatesreality · 2 years ago

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We-sponsor-bilwittie

Paring: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Summary: You really want a pet. Papa really doesn’t. Daddy is just having fun watching the battle. Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, stubborn baby, stubborn papa, threat of Time Out, fluff (there will always be fluff in my stuff (that rhymed, album coming out with Anthony Mackie soon) :D)

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“Please??”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease??”

“No.”

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!”

“No no no no no no no.”

“But Papa!” you whined, throwing your hands up desperately. Steve looked up from his desk with that no-nonsense look. You sighed and dropped your hands, knowing you’d already lost. You pouted with all your might.

“I said no. Now stop asking,” Steve said firmly, arching one eyebrow up at you as if to warn you to behave. You tilted your head as his blue eyes stared sternly into yours.

“But...how am I a’posed to get you to say yes if I can’t ask anymore?” you asked, genuinely curious. Before Steve could heave another world-weary sigh, a chuckle from behind you turn your focus around. Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, not even trying to suppress the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Convinced him yet, munchkin?” he asked you. You shook your head dramatically, hoping it would win you sympathy points.

“No. He still says I can’t have a kitty,” you said mournfully. Steve rolled his eyes at your theatrically wounded tone. “But I really really want one, Daddy.”

Bucky nodded. “I know you do, baby. I’m on board. But like I said- you gotta convince Papa.” He looked up to see Steve shooting daggers with his eyes in his direction. “Personally, I still think it’s a great idea,” he plowed on, deliberately ignoring the glare.

You whipped around to face Steve again, your eyes wide with delight. “See, Papa! Daddy says we can!” Steve’s face morphed into something kinder as his gaze turned to you.

“Angel, you’re too little to take responsibility for a cat. It’s a living animal that needs care and attention.”

“I can be we-sponsa...we-sponble...we....I can do it!”

Steve couldn’t help but grin as you stumbled over the word, but then put his serious Papa face back on. “Maybe I’d believe you if your bed was made and your teeth were brushed. Those are both chores that you have yet to do that show your responsibility, and I’m pretty sure neither of them are done right now,” he said nonchalantly, deliberately turning his gaze back to his paperwork to see what you’d do.

Upon hearing that, you turned and raced out of the room, Bucky neatly sidestepping as you tore down the hall to your bedroom. You knew Steve shouted something about not running or something, but you didn’t have time to listen- you were on a mission to prove that you were we-spans....we-spandable...that you could do it.

Bucky laughed, watching you nearly slide past your door in your socked feet during your mad dash. Steve’s ticked-off gaze swung back up to his partner. “You’re not helping,” he snarled at Bucky.

“I’m not trying to,” Bucky answered back. Steve shot him an aggravated look. “Why are you so dead-set against getting a cat, Stevie?” he asked, walking into the room and plopping himself in the chair next to the desk. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Because, Buck, you and I have a lot on our plates already, and Katie is too little to remember to take care of it consistently.”

“I think she can do it. She wants it badly enough. We can just add it to her chore chart.”

“And see how well that’s working out?” Steve responded sarcastically, gesturing to where you had just exited in a rush a moment ago.

“So she missed a couple things this week. Big deal.”

“First off, you can’t miss a couple things when you’re taking care of a live animal. Second, you want to reward her bad behavior by getting her something that will be even more work?

“Stevie, you’re looking at this the wrong way,” Bucky said, leaning forward on his elbows. He stopped for a second, hearing the pounding of little feet as you raced to the bathroom to complete your second task. “If that doesn’t prove my point...” Bucky murmured under his breath before turning his gaze back to his husband. “Look. She really wants this. She wants it bad enough and she’s stubborn enough to pull it off. Why don’t you try letting her show you she can be responsible? Give her a few new things to do, tell her it’s a trial run to see if she can handle it. Either she’ll prove that she can, or it’ll be too much work and she’ll lose interest.” Steve thought for a moment, then fixed Bucky with a no-nonsense stare.

“Will you stop encouraging her to pester me about it in the meantime?” he asked, arching one eyebrow, knowing that Bucky had been behind the subtle reminders to bombard him with your asks.

“Absolutely not. This is too much fun.”

You raced back into the room just in time to catch the word ‘fun’, clambering onto Steve’s lap. “Look, Papa, I brushed my teeth! See?” You breathed heavily and open-mouthed right into his face so he could smell the minty freshness. Papa snorted a laugh, then suddenly wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest tightly.

“You are adorable, you know that?” he said, nuzzling his nose into your hair and smelling your clean, warm, soft scent. You giggled and blushed, turning your face into his chest and nuzzling back.

“Made my bed too,” you said hopefully, your face smushed up against him but not wanting to lose your momentum. Steve dropped a quick kiss onto the top of your head, then leaned back to look you in the face.

“Alright, sweetness, let’s make a deal, okay?”

“Okay, Papa! Deal!”

“I haven’t even told you what the deal is yet.”

“Right!”

Another chuckle. “Here’s the deal. Daddy and I are going to give you a few more chores on your chore chart. They’re going to be things that need to be done every day. These are going to be things to prove that you can be responsible enough to take care of a kitty cat every day. Do you understand?”

You nodded vigorously, wiggling in your excitement. “Yeah, Papa, I do! I do! Then we can get a kitty?”

“Well, that will depend on you, baby,” he said simply. You stopped wiggling- this was getting serious. “You will need to do all your chores, every day, for a whole month. No missing, no skipping, no ‘I forgot’. If you can do that, we can move on to the next step of possibly getting a cat.” Steve ignored the glare that Bucky was now shooting his way, presumably about the ‘next step’ remark. Hel, if he was going to capitulate to both of you and bring a live animal into this apartment, he was going to make damn sure it was the right call before subjecting a poor kitten to possible neglect.

For Bucky’s part, he knew that Steve was going to make you jump through hoops to prove your responsibility, but he hadn’t anticipated a multi-tiered acceptance program. Sometimes he missed the little guy that would just rush head first into anything, but being an Avenger and seeing the trouble that Tony would get himself into with that kind of thinking had curbed that to an extent. Not to mention anything having to do with you; especially your well-being and safety. If Bucky was being honest with himself, as much as he sometimes missed the ‘little guy’, he loved the caring, sensitive, over-protective man even more. His face morphed from annoyed into a soft smile at that realization.

As for you, you thought very hard about what Papa said. He was very serious about the whole thing, so you knew that you must be serious too. Could you do it? It wasn’t that they ever gave you chores that were out of your league or didn’t understand when you were a bit younger and couldn’t complete them- they were very fair and understanding. It was just...a lot to think about in your little mind.

But you were also stubborn and determined. You could do this. You could do this for your future kitty cat child. You WOULD do this.

“Deal,” you said to Papa, with your most serious face on. You held out your hand to shake as you’d seen him and Uncle Tony do a lot when they were done arguing about stuff. Papa barely suppressed his grin and shook your hand.

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Exactly one month later, Steve was flabbergasted. And starting to sweat. Not only had you completed your chore chart every day (sometimes by the skin of your teeth but it still counted), you had also taken to “feeding” your stuffies every day to show your responsibility. You brought them to the breakfast table and insisted on making them a little bowl full of whatever handful of stuff you could grab from the pantry- Cheerios, goldfish, M&Ms if you could find them. You would then plop your chosen stuffy down next to you with the bowl in front of them and tell them to eat up as you ate your own breakfast.

The first couple days had been cute, but then Steve was starting to get disgruntled at the waste of food. “Katie-Cat,” he’d scolded gently. “You need to stop putting bowls down for your stuffies. They....” He’d been about to say ‘don’t eat’ when he stopped. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes had slid to him on his last ‘they’; yours were wide with concern, Bucky’s were narrow at Steve’s close call to breaking your spell of play. “They...don’t finish it all,” Steve concluded lamely, giving Bucky a look as if to say Is that better? “We don’t want to waste food, do we?”

“Papa,” you explained carefully and slowly, as if he was dumb and just not getting the concept. “I HAVE to. I am being we-sponsor-ball.”

How was he supposed to argue with that?

It wasn’t that he didn’t think a cat would be a good addition to their little family. He just wanted to make very sure it was the correct move, especially where you were concerned. Tomorrow was the deadline for the month, but what was the next step going to be?

As if to answer his inner turmoil, he heard Bucky scolding you from your bedroom about keeping your room clean yet again. It had been a point of contention for all of you ever since day one. Both Steve and Bucky liked clean, orderly spaces- a throwback from their days in the army, no doubt. They made it your chore to make sure all your clothes were picked up and your toys were put away by the end of the day, but they hadn’t counted on just how much destruction you could do between waking up and going to bed. You just simply didn’t care if your pajamas were on the floor all day- they just had to be put in the hamper by bedtime. Neither Bucky nor Steve had made any headway in convincing you to just put them straight into the hamper. And from the sounds coming from your room, it was pretty clear that Bucky was trying (and failing) again. This gave Steve a fantastic idea.

He trotted to the door where Bucky was standing, arms crossed, and peered inside. You were stomping to your hamper with ill grace, throwing your pajamas and socks and play clothes into it, not saying a word. The scowl on your little face was adorable to him, although he knew Bucky was about two seconds from the ‘lose the attitude’ speech and making you sit in Time Out.

“You know, angel,” Steve broke in, causing you to look up, surprised. “You’re going to have to keep a kitty’s stuff clean too.” He saw Bucky suddenly relax and smirk out of his periphery- he knew where Steve was going with this- and Steve knew he was on the right track. “You’re going to have to wash its food and water bowls and pick up any kitty toys that it leaves out,” he said, emphasizing all the additional chores deliberately. “Going to have to clean up a lot for a kitty.” They had previously agreed that there would be no litter box scooping- they were both too freaked out about the germs that you could get and anyways there were all these self-cleaning litter boxes nowadays. No sense in not taking advantage of today’s technology.

The little statement worked like a charm. Suddenly, you were in a flurry to clean up the rest of your clothes, even going so far as to toss Pipsqueak back onto your bed from where he had fallen a couple minutes ago. When your room was clean, you stood in front of Papa, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face and looking at him hopefully.

“In fact, that’s the next level of you being responsible enough to get a kitty,” Steve said, laying it on thick. “You will need to keep your room perfectly clean all day.”

“I can do it! I can be we-sponsor-ble!”

“For three months.”

Your jaw hit the floor. Three whole MONTHS?! Were they insane?! How did they expect you to accomplish such a huge, Herculean feat?! Was this even legal?!

Both Papa and Daddy were smirking at your astonishment in how you were possibly expected to live up to such lofty expectations. And those smiles got your stubborn wheels turning. You stood stock still, thinking hard. Then it came to you.

Suddenly, you ran to your bed, yanking up your blankets, pillow, and Jellybean. You tossed them off your bed. “That’s not keeping your room clean, Trouble,” Bucky said casually, but you ignored him. You carefully smoothed down the sheets and reorganized the remaining furry friends into a nice display. You then gathered up your stuff and proceeded to march out the door.

Steve and Bucky were confused- what in the world were you doing? They followed you into the hallway, curious. You plopped your stuff down, then brushed past them again, closing your bedroom door. You turned to look at them, expectantly. They stared back at you. None of you spoke for the longest time.

Steve finally broke the ice. “What was that all about, baby?” he asked gently, gesturing to your pile of blankets.

“My room is clean now,” you said triumphantly. “So I’m gonna live in the hallway for three months and my room will stay clean for the whole time and then we have to get a kitty.”

It was Steve’s turn to drop his jaw. Bucky ducked his head, his whole body shaking as he tried to contain his uproarious laughter at your proclamation. Once he had gotten ahold of himself enough, he looked at your with wild mirth.

“So I’m thinking a solid white cat. Maybe we could name it Alpine. What do you think, Trouble?”

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