#no idea what to call this angle. so i simply won't call it anything

[front-facing-pokemon]

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

PART TWO OF THE ANGST SCENARIOS, LET'S GOOO!!! @itzninacottoncandyuwu

PART ONE

I'm kinda mixing this one and the idea of reader fainting suddenly ayyee

♥️🖤💙 Partner Squad x Overworked!Y/N ♥️🖤💙

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 After you come back home looking more than just worse for wear and you pass out the second you decide to take a quick seat, everyone is immediately concerned for you.

💞 You'd been constantly overworking yourself for days now, refusing to take a proper rest, refusing help from everyone and pushing yourself more and more everyday until it was too much for your body and there you are now. Sprawled on the couch, snoring and with hesvy bags under your eyes. 

💞 When you wake back up again, tucked in bed, you already know you're in for a lecture from them or something.

💞 Yeah, you get Super Lectured. It's not fun.

💞 Simply put, all of them are mortified for you but there's also a constant I Told You So vibe to them once they start to practically force some chill pills down your throat.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ After that little incident, she's always pulling you into whatever leisure activity she's got going on. No, she doesn't care you're not into her sea glass collection, you're going to sit down and relax, dammit.

♥️ He's kinda rough on her approach but that's just because she worries a lot about you and it was your stubbornness that got you all overworked in the first place.

♥️ She'll offer some help here and there to make whatever load you're struggling with easier, but she prefers the angle where she helps you wind down after a hard day's work.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 This man is just as overworked as you are but that doesn't matter right now, Y/N, you literally dropped into that couch like Peter Griffin and passed out.

🩵 He won't even ask you if you want some help after that, nah. He'll force his way into whatever it was that got you this stressed out and tired and help, wherever you want it or not.

🩵 He'll kinda end up overworking himself with helping you not get overworked and then it's your turn to call him out.

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Out of the whole polycule, he's the best suited to deal with this situation.

🧡 He knows the best way to help you out is not forcing yourself to relax or forcing his help into your business, but rather he'll help you to find the balance yourself.

🧡 He'll do little gestures or leave little post-it notes around to remind you to take a break from time to time and they'll work everytime (specially when he draws little doodles of what's supposed to be himself going “👍”).

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She becomes a little of a mother hen and she'll be constantly asking you if you're tired or if you need any help. And when I say constantly, I mean constantly. It's kinda a lot, but she'll stop after the first time you tell her to chill.

🩷 She'll feel bad if you're overworking yourself over anything related to her; if you're helping her around Pop Village or anything like that, she'll immediately find someone else to take your place.

🩷 She won't say to your face “hey, maybe you should sit down”, but she'll be making small comments and jokes about that. A lot of them. It's almost kinda passive aggressive??? You know she means well and her heart is in the right place, but you also tell her to chill with that too.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 After Hick, Tresillo is the best next candidate to help you figure this stuff out. You're a grown adult and he knows you're capable enough to find a balance between Relaxation Times and Working Times.

💚 He's got a more direct approach and he'll straight up tell you whatever advice he can think of at the first sign of you starting to stress yourself out.

💚 His advice can go from very insightful and philosophical words that turn your way of thinking upside down to literally just “babe, stop and take a good look at those clouds, ain't they pretty?”

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 He doesn't look like it, but this guy over here can sometimes overwork himself right out to the point of having to take entire days to recover. But heavens forbid you even think about doing something like that, heck no.

💙 You've got responsibilities too, but those are never important enough to risk your health to the point that you can't stay awake anymore, that's simply not cool.

💙 He's more focused on keeping an eye on your sleeping schedule and making sure you're actually taking breaks from time to time everyday. Like, he'll be literally watching from around the corner like a cat and stuff.

[myechoecho]

The Double, ep 18-19

I love that the Duke knows Li well enough by now to that he can tell she is gathering her courage to tell him something. There's part of her that desperately wants to tell him because she trusts him. However, when she says to ask her anything, he immediately gets to the point and asks who she is. She can't quite let go of that information but she will relent enough to say that she is not Jiang Li, which he already knows.

Yet he teases her and gets a smile out of her. He backs off, because just her admitting to him that she is not Jiang Li is huge. The rest will come. He reassures her that she is right to see her justice and that she is not just a ghost; she is real and alive. She does not have to be defined by her past.

I WAS SCREAMING AT THE CONTEXT OF THE SHIRTLESS RAIN SWORD PLAY.

The Duke stripped off his shirt in the pouring rain and... uh thrust his sword while thinking of Li. At the same time, Li is leisurely taking a bath, stroking bright red rose petals thinking of the Duke and smiling. And Li has a self satisfied smirk the next morning. Girl, what are you going to do when he really wakes up next to you?

Not sure how exactly they will top this.

The flower scene was so amazing! He says the flower is pretty and suits her so Li says it's ugly. Which leads him to pull her closer under the pretext of "fake" lovers. But Li dislikes being called lovers as that was the fake accusation that destroyed her before. The Duke though simply says when she's more open, it won't kill her. Meaning she is his beloved, and he would never betray her.

I adore that she stuck the flower in his hair. AND he kept it there the whole time, even when threatening the thugs. He only removed it when she left.

I think my favourite scene from ep 19 is the argument they had. She lays the out the entirety of the Duke's plans so accurately that he's a little stunned. He's always admired her intelligence but I don't think he realized how clearly she saw everything. However, he doesn't want her part of this because he doesn't want her hurt.

And here she calls him Xiao Heng, as she's starting to do whenever it's actually personal and important. She knows he's afraid for her; that he's unwilling to risk her life for the sake of the country. But their paths are converging. They may have differing angles and goals, but the end result is the same. She needs to be a part of this. She will risk her life for the justice of her father, brother and herself. She needs his help, because without it she will likely die.

The Duke relents, reluctantly. Because even if he refuses, she will go about her plan anyway which means more danger for Li. She's forced him into a corner and they both know it. So he lets her in, knowing that while it's still dangerous, he can protect her better this will.

But he still has rules! If she wants to go to the cave then she'll need to figure out a distraction plan for them. And so she does, and the Duke thinks it's brilliant. Plus he had full confidence she could do it.

When they are in the cave, I love how he recognizes that she has some kind of trauma (and expected since the caves remind her of being buried alive) so he takes her hand firmly without asking any questions to help her. He doesn't even consider asking her to leave if she has an issue.

Was the Duke showing off when he took of his shirt and gave his undershirt, which probably smells clean and like him and is warm from his body. Yes.

Did Li watch shamelessly and was turned on by this? Yes. (It gives her more to think about while bathing teehee). She's also curious about the scars on his back.

When Li and the Duke find the mining going on, Li finally has some of the missing pieces about how she and her family, Yurong, and the princess are all connected. It's one of the things the Duke was trying to protect her from but now she'll have a better idea what they are up against.

I didn't think I'd like the Third Uncle at first but he and Li are chaos together and feed into each other's chaos. I love them.

[kuro-ousama]

Do you think Prideshipping is one sided or does atem feel that way about Kaiba ?

Ah I'm so sorry I haven't opened my tumblr until now (I kinda had an artist alley event couple weeks back). It'll be a little bit of a long post so I hope you won't kill me :'D

So, for your question, I would say it's mutual attraction, Atem does have feelings for Kaiba, but it's kinda complicated, and it's a build-up of various events that lead to that. Most shippers already know how their relationship gotten at Duelist Kingdom and onwards, so instead I'm going to break down "season 0" manga angle, where it began... for a change of pace.

Okay, from the top, let's start with Kaiba. He was your typical "bully of the week", it's not until after his first encounter with Atem that he became more obsessed. Kaiba was a champion, he was rich and powerful, he was unchallenged, he was undefeated. Kaiba was simply fuck around and find out, and he found out hard. That bruised his ego, that mentally scarred him, "who is this mf and how dare he".

On the other hand, Atem believed himself to be no more than a avenging alter ego, he was defending himself, he does not hold grudges, and he had no other purpose. Atem never had anything to call his own, and generally just being a hidden shadow.

As you already noticed, all of Atem's penalty game are not meant to kill, just scared the bullies enough for them to learn a lesson and not mess with him anymore. Kaiba is the only one who got it twice. So why, and what makes his situation different from other bullies?

Monster illusions was both damaging and inspiring for Kaiba, the whole Solid Visions idea was because of Atem's punishment. At this point, he already obsessed about Atem... even if that's an obsession for revenge. I have to give points to Horse Man, he knows Atem is not Yugi, before even Atem himself realized it, that's just crazy level of observations, and building a whole amusement park (of doom) just to get Atem's attention (by attempt to murder his friends)? If you minus the murdering parts it's kinda insane how driven and committed Kaiba was...

(Insert a very long explanation of Kaiba's backstory and Gonzaburo's very successful ideology implanted that should be in another post)

Back to Atem, Maple Boy saw that his previous penalty game obviously didn't fix Kaiba, nor warned him to stay away from him. His grandpa was hospitalized from a replica of his own penalty game, Kaiba's own blood brother didn't get spared either and would've suffer the same fate. It's not supposed to go like this, but it happened. After he saved Mokuba from the glass box of horror, a regular penalty game just wouldn't do, it failed.

That's why Atem had a different approach this time. Mind Crush is not a "penalty", in a sense, it let Kaiba rebuilding his heart, clear the brainwash of Gonzaburo, recover feelings that he lost, maybe even mend his sibling relationship with his brother. Other bullies gets off because they never dared to approach Atem again, he doesn't care about them anymore, but Atem cared enough about Kaiba that he wished him to be a better person. I take it that at this point, Atem was less angry and think more of "I can fix him".

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Duelist Kingdom is at least six months away and even then Atem was defending the comatosed Kaiba's honor, while Jounouchi and co. shivered every time he was mentioned. It's funny when the friend group only remembered Kaiba as a homicidal maniac but Atem was all rose-tinted over him and gets angry when people badmouthed him... "The greatest duelist I've ever met" well of course sweetie, you only met one before getting on Pegasus's island 🤣 (Jou doesn't count 'cuz he's only picking up the game a week before)

...So in a verrrry twisted version of this trope... Atem developed a kind of "Nightingale effect" for Kaiba? But replace "nursing the patient" with "mindbreak the patient so he can be heal", and said patient was already a yandere for said nurse.

[my-writings-and-musings]

So the poll for the next part of the Breakdown x Reader x Bumblebee fic came in and here are the results!

The winner was the swimming hole! I wrote more cute and silly fluff because heaven knows we need more of it, I hope you enjoy, and if you like my writing style you can always commission me!

Also if you were among those who liked the first part and wanted to be tagged in the sequel I apologize because Tumblr is NOT letting me tag people right now!!

"You look good."

"Do you think so?" Bumblebee asked earnestly, turning in the mirror to scrutinize his perfectly buffed finish as his uncertainty continued to get the better of him. Having spent the last few hours watching his partner fret over every last perceived flaw in his finish, Breakdown merely rolled his optics with a grin, conveniently ignoring how much time he'd spent perfecting his own appearance and worrying if their date would approve. In their shared defense, it was hard to properly prepare with only a single human sized mirror hanging on the wall of their tiny bedroom in the Dugout. Making a sound of frustration as he tried and failed to get a better look at his doorwings, the Scout turned to him for feedback. "I didn't miss anything, did I?"

"Bee, you cleared out two bottles of polish, any more and you won't need your headlights." he replied with a laugh. Bumblebee frowned in the adorably pouty way he did when he was more frustrated than mad, and Breakdown softened his smirk into a more comforting playful grin. "Don't be so nervous, you've got me here. There's no way they'll resist my charm."

"Right…" Bumblebee replied more confidently, turning back to the mirror and meeting his gaze through the reflection. "The same charm that gets your voice box glitching every time Y/N looks your way?"

Breakdown had his defenses low enough that he widened his optics in surprise at the question. It was true that he had the hardest time finding his usually ample words every time he saw you, but he wasn't going to admit that, not even to Bumblebee. A forced chuckle and a broad shrug of his shoulders dismissed the very idea.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he replied with mock ease, confident that this afternoon would be different.

The words came back to bite him the second they pulled up to your house, where you were waiting on the front porch for their arrival. When you stood up and waved in greeting the Stunticon felt his spark go supernova as his processor went completely blank, enough so that he sat in a daze for a solid few seconds before realizing Bumblebee had already transformed, compelling him to do the same in a rush. Thankfully the sunlight was at the perfect angle to hide the glow of his blush as he faced you directly. 

"Hey guys, right on time!" you said eagerly, your bright smile nearly overwhelming both mechs as they beheld your outfit. While you'd chosen something practical that wasn't all that much fancier than your normal clothes, the fact that you'd put it on for them was simply too much for the lovestruck bots, who were both struggling to find their words as you approached. Just able to suppress a knowing but loving grin at their response, you kept talking to spare them an awkward silence. "You didn't specify where you wanted to go, Breakdown, so I hope you don't mind that I picked something out for us."

"Definitely!" Bumblebee agreed enthusiastically, not needing any context to agree with anything you wanted to say. Catching himself when Breakdown smirked at his expense, he returned the gesture with a well earned bit of side-optic and subtle sass, calling back to the antics that had gotten them into this situation. "This was a little… unexpected, after all."

Breakdown faltered at the reminder, expression betraying his fluster when you chuckled at the memory of him sauntering over to ask for a date for Bumblebee, completely oblivious to his own feelings for you before they'd become too overwhelming to ignore. Ever quick to repair his reputation, he coughed and put a characteristic spin on the memory. "Yeah, but uh, who doesn't love a bit of unexpected adventure?" Putting his servos on his hips for some added confidence, he refocused on the original topic at hand. "Where are we adventuring to, anyway?"

"Seeing as how it's supposed to get pretty warm once the sun is fully up, I thought the two of you might enjoy a trip to a shady swimming spot up the way." you explained, taking a look skyward to emphasize the growing heat as the sun continued rising. It had taken some thought to come up with an ideal date for one human and two bots, but you were confident the three of you could have fun without fear of being disturbed, and explained as much with an added benefit to sweeten the deal. "It's very private, and there's some valleys nearby for racing if you aren't feeling a dip."

Both mechs perked up at what sounded like a delightful afternoon, almost buzzing over the idea of having you all to themselves. Even if bots didn't swim thanks to their density, cool water was still a pleasant respite from the heat, and unlike earth vehicles they didn't need to fear rust from simply being exposed to water. Keeping his giddiness subdued, Breakdown replied for both of them, which was quite helpful seeing as how Bumblebee had briefly lost his voice from elation. "Sounds like a good time, you got the coordinates?"

"Right here." you said as you pulled out your phone, sending the text you'd prepared to their respective communication channels. You'd have to provide some directions to reach the swimming hole, as there was hardly a Google Maps route along the back roads, but you were confident these two had plenty of experience hunting down remote locations. It was your own turn to be bashful as you gestured to the supplies at your side, which you'd made as compact as possible but were still ungainly enough that you felt bad making an admittedly necessary request. "I've also got a bag and a cooler with everything I'll need. Would one of you mind carrying them?"

Thankfully the ask wasn't taken badly, and if anything, both bots looked elated at the opportunity to assist.

"I've got it!" Breakdown offered in a flash, beating Bumblebee before the latter could even open his mouth. A smug smirk was met with a brief pout, but the Scout got the last laugh as soon as his infuriating boyfriend had your things carefully balanced in his palm. 

"And I've got you." Bumblebee declared confidently before transforming, opening up his passenger side door with a flourish so dramatic it immediately trumped the smirk Breakdown had given him. It was now the Stunticons turn to pout, something you pretended not to notice as you wondered if these two would be competing with each other all day. Bumblebee conceded a small amount of ground to his partner to give you hope they intended to be somewhat reasonable. "We can swap who carries what on the way back."

"Sounds great! Let's get going!" you agreed, clapping your hands together in excitement. Breakdown bounced your items on his palm to test their weight before transforming around them, doing so in such a way both the cooler and bag ended up securely buckled on his passenger side. Unsure how such a feat could be accomplished but quite impressed, you rounded Bumblebee to approach his passenger side door, and in so doing caught the Scout off guard.

"Uh, right!" he fumbled as the reality of giving you your first ride in his cabin hit him like a wrecking ball. When just the touch of your hand on his door made his spark flare like a collapsing star, he knew he was in over his helm, yet he tried to sound nothing but exuberant as he adjusted the seat for maximum comfort. "Hop in!"

You quickly complied, and didn't miss how nervous he was as you stepped inside, the flow of cool air from his AC unit hitching like a nervous gasp as you settled against the comfortable leather. The Scout was in a daze for as long as it took you to buckle up, and by then Breakdown had pulled ahead on the driveway to secure the spot in front. 

-Enjoying your passenger, Lovebug?- the Stunticon teased over their private comm link, not missing how Bumblebee was more or less frozen to the spot by his crush. A surprised and sarcastic flurry of static retorted over the link before the Scout found his voice. 

-Jealous, Breakdown?- he replied as the two of them made their way down the long dirt road. Though they rarely pushed each other to the point of actual hurt feelings, Bumblebee found himself far too delighted by your presence to be miffed for more than a few seconds, a sentiment that was apparently shared by his partner based on how swiftly his own tone shifted. 

-No.- he said somewhat lamely, briefly driving at pace with Bee to look inside his passenger window. You were busy getting the directions pulled up on your phone, and the excitement for the day ahead was apparent on your beaming smile. Seeing you so happy quickly softened his sass, and he finished his earlier statement with much more open affection. -Just… drive carefully, yeah? That's some precious cargo.-

Bumblebee would have smiled if he was in bot mode, and turned his internal visual sensors back to look at you as he replied, his voice equally affectionate and soft over the private channel. -I know.-

"Alright, I think I've got the best way to get there!" you announced, bringing both mechs to the present as Bumblebee transferred your words to Breakdown in real time. Having calculated a course across back roads and partly through the woods, you were confident the three of you could find your way, and were quite eager to get going as the sun crept higher in the sky. Your enthusiasm was matched by both bots, who quickly set about combining your information with their own experience to chart a course to the swimming hole. It took less than an hour for them to find the overgrown dirt path you'd once used in the past, laughing and joking about asking for directions all the while, and by the time they approached the end you were almost bursting with excitement. 

"There it is!" you announced as a gap in the trees gave way to a giant dip in the forest floor. Bumblebee was careful to apply his brakes as he nosed up to the rocky edge of an apparent cliff, the sound of rushing water meeting his audials as his tires went from dirt to smoothly eroded stone. Breakdown kept an equal pace at his side as they both arrived at the edge.

A sizable waterfall had worn out a stony chasm in the earth that was broad and deep, allowing the creek to gather about twenty feet below in a pool where the clear blue water rested before it tumbled over a second waterfall at the far edge. Broad expanses of flat, smooth stone in the shade were coated in soft moss while those in the sun collected the heat. It was a human's dream swimming spot, but you only hoped a bot might find it similarly inviting. "What do you think? Does it look big enough for bots?"

"I could go for a dip. Bee?" Breakdown inquired as he spotted a bot sized expanse of flat stone in the shallow water. The spot would be perfect for lounging in the sun without having to worry about his armor growing scalding to the touch, and he was even confident the pool had enough depth for them to submerge up to their chests after its sharp drop off from the shallows.

"Nothing showing up on my scanner, we're in the clear." Bumblebee confirmed after a final check for peace of mind. Beyond the expected denizens of the forest, they were the only ones present for miles, meaning the three of you could relax without any fear of disturbance. Opening his door so you could exit, Bumblebee transformed into bot mode as Breakdown did the same, looking over the edge to determine the best way down the sheer slope. Finding it easiest to climb, he offered you his servo, allowing you to climb on so he could place you on his shoulders. Having you so close almost made it impossible to speak without the giddiness seeping into his voice. "Hold on tight."

You grabbed a hold of his horns for support, and the Scout stiffened with a blush, a reaction Breakdown found adorable enough to let out a small chuckle. He knew just how sensitive those horns could be, and was endlessly amused at his partner's harmless expense as they scaled the stone wall, especially with Bumblebee biting his lip from more than concentration the entire way down. Keeping your items expertly balanced on his broad shoulder, the big mech had no trouble finding his own way to the bottom, where his pedes met solid stone and he righted himself for a look around.

"Right, where do these go?" he said as he noticed several potential spots that would allow the three of you to relax together.

You were oblivious to the slight hesitation from Bumblebee before he helped you down to the ground, your excitement quickening your steps as you led the way to a patch of shaded stone beneath a solid outcrop on the far side of the waterfall. Walking around the rim of the pool, you arrived and took your things back from Breakdown to start unpacking, opening your bag and reaching past the towels and lawn chair to grab the essentials. "It's comfiest under that shady spot. How about you two have a look around while I change and get my sunscreen on?"

Though he hadn't a clue what you meant by "change" or "sunscreen", Breakdown had little time to think on it as he and Bumblebee stepped away to explore the scenic swimming hole, his partner's earlier blush still lingering with a dazed smile. Snickering to himself, he gave the Scout a playful nudge as soon as you were out of earshot. "You good?"

"Fine!" Bumblebee hissed, shaking his helm and clearing his vents to return himself to the present. Looking over the pool and to the second waterfall it fed, his optics lingered on the clear view of the treetops above, which were bursting with lush emerald green leaves that swayed in the gentle breeze. He turned his helm back to Breakdown as the Stunticon kneeled to test the water with his digits. "Nice place, huh?"

"Yeah, really digging the scenery." Breakdown joked as he swirled his servo in the warm shallows, subtly glancing back at you to make his point.

Once more the mech's confidence proved his undoing, as he had not been prepared to see you stripping away your clothes to reveal something much smaller and more form fitting underneath. Yellow optics went wide at the sight of more of you than he'd ever expected to behold, and he snapped his helm back around just in time to avoid getting caught staring. "What are they-?"

It was Bumblebee's turn to chuckle at his boyfriend's expense, even if he was similarly affected by your exposure the second he caught a glimpse in the corner of his optics. "Humans don't swim with their clothes on, Breakdown."

"Oh." the Stunticon said simply, unsure how he was going to survive the afternoon and tempted to let himself sink to the depths of the pool to save himself the embarrassment that was definitely coming his way.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I've always had a thought of Pornstar au with Stucky but I never have enough time to write one, mainly bcs the words won't come out and i fucking hate myself sooooooo

I'll just punch my idea here for you bcs so suddenly, I can't stop thinking of Pornstar!Seb HAHAHAHA but I'll stick with my original idea of STUCKY instead of Evanstan although I do love those two idiots AHJSSJJE

Right uhm, anyways, this prompt started off with well, porn, obviously bcs I'm a budding artist who wants to practice nsfw stuff (ehem😌😌) and the first place I went to for pose references were Porn sites

I was hit with sudden inspiration out of nowhere when I got reminded that Steve was a fucking artist SJIDHEIJEUR my mind is then consumed by the idea of one Steve Rogers, scrolling through a porn site looking for pose references when he stumbles into a single account

It's nothing special to be honest but what catches his eye is the full sleeve tattoo on the stars left arm. Curious, Steve checks the account out and discovers Winter_Soldier who's got quite the following. Steve is immediately enthralled at the sight of the man and his silky brown hair, the only thing visible about his face being his bright steel blue eyes. Winter is thicc, chest big enough you could fuck a dick between it and a pair of thighs Steve's sure enough could crush a water melonn NGHHHH don't even get Steve started with his dick, a pretty thing thats anything but little

Bucky might like to bottom but he could fuck if he wants, those sessions where he'd bring another pornstar over for a joint video and he'd practically fuck them to the mattress. Steve salivates at the thought of getting bedded by Bucky, brain just gone at the idea of having Bucky spread on his bed for him to take or of Bucky between his legs, ready to fuck him stupid

He's so adventurous too, his videos containing multiple angles of him fucking his thick ass onto an equally thick dildo, voice slightly muffled from behind the mask but still loud enough that Steve could pick up his mewling ramblings. Winter has a seductive voice that melts to a whine whenever he's got something in him and What's supposed to be Steve looking for pose references and practicing his anatomy's ends up with him furiously jerking off to this gorgeous man

Steve has never seen someone so enticing before, the way Winters body would curve and bend, slick hole making way for the thick dildos he liked to shove in. He fucks and liked to talk, his god given voice rumbly as he spoke to his audiences, taking requests or just simply dirty talking GOOD LORD AJDHWJRHRJJEEJ Steve can't take his eyes off the monitor and his hand off his dick, eyes always coming back to the intricate robot like design of Winters left arm

Somehow, Steve manages to finish his practice but not before he nearly bled himself dry with how much he jerked off. His sketch book suddenly filled with a brown haired masked pornstar. Some hour later, he stumbles out of his room and into the shared kitchen of the dorm he's renting. He nearly trips when he finds his roommate James cooking some dinner

He's been rooming with James for nearly a year now but they're not really close (yet). In Steve's opinion, he's too pretty for his own good and Steve can never talk straight or properly whenever James is the one he's conversing with. James is very sweet though (he told Steve he could call him Bucky bcs that's what his friends call him), voice soft and always drowning in the oversized hoodie he favours. He's not small by any means, with a wider set of shoulder than Steve but he's definitely shorter by a couple of inches.

Steve's always ogling at Bucky whenever he could and he always thinks that his hair is pretty but a detail catches Steve's eyes with how he tied his hair in a messy bun as he cooked. It looked similar with... Steve freezes on the spot, staring at Bucky like an idiot. There's no way right?? It must be just a coincidence!!

Instinctively, Steve's gaze falls onto Bucky's left arm, covered with the long sleeves of his hoodie. Steve has never seen Bucky with his clothing off or just a simple sleeveless outfit and Winter did have a few tattoos, the most prominent one was the full sleeve on his left arm... Steve shakes himself. His roommate can't be the pornstar he's suddenly addicted to, that's just rude to assume

When Bucky calls him to share the dinner, steel blue eyes curved in a somewhat familiar smile, Steve's throat dries and he doesn't know if he hates or loves the possibility of his absurd idea

In the end though, it's not him who makes the official discovery. Instead, it's Bucky who makes the reveal when he finds one of Steve's sketchbook laying around, filled with sketches and practice of a familiar brown haired star in different positions and angles

Steve's all bashful at being caught with his 18+ content and Bucky practically drills his new obsession out of him with a glint in his eyes. When Steve confesses the fact that he's been having fantasies about Winter and woke up every morning with a boner, religiously coming to check Winters account for updates or live sessions, Bucky practically grins like the cat who got the cream, the shy facade giving away to Steve's dirtiest dream

"So you like my voice huh?" Bucky murmurs where he's coiled like a snake on the couch, his eyes going lidded as his voice dropped a few octaves. Steve is frozen at the other end of the couch, surprise and something else shimmering in his guts

"Tell me, Steve.. Do you keep coming back to my account because I provide you with good practice material or is it because I turn you on?" Bucky practically purred, uncoiling and starting to crawl his way to Steve. Considering that their couch isn't that big and neither of them are small, Steve suddenly has his dreams on his lap

"I just needed practice," he weakly says and Bucky's lips curve into a smirk that would follow Steve to his dreams, face finally full with his bright eyes. Ever so slowly, Bucky leans until he's got his lips straight to Steve's ear, squirming on his laps and arms around his neck

"I could give you a live modelling session," he whispers, breath hot against Steve's flushed skin. He shivers and Bucky's next words makes his hand come up to Bucky's waist to squeeze tightly.

"And if you want a live demonstration with yourself included.. well, I can give you that too."

AHAHAHAH I don't know what to do with this prompt but plssss it's been haunting me (HAH), anyways, tis just a tease but they basically fuck (obviously 🙄🙄) and we can have the dynamic of Bucky happily expanding Steves sexual experiences and Steve happily allowing Bucky to expand his sexual experiences SKWJJEJEJE

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related to this

I feel that, words are hard, but don't downplay what you have because what you have FUCKS!!

Also, I love that. Sometimes you gotta go to the source for references 👀 I get it. That is SUCH a great idea, though! I fuck with that so hard! Artist!Steve looking for inspiration and stumbling onto pornstar Bucky... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And pornstar Bucky, who's thick with INK?

Kill me. Oh, wait, you already have!

Jesusss.

He's a switch, too? I'm salivating. The mask?? The whimpering? I'm being murdered! 😫 WOOF he does sound so damn enticing. Fuck.

THE PLOT THICKENS!

Roommates??

I do not have words. Brain scrambled. Useless. I am fucking obsessed with the idea of Steve going from avid consumer of Bucky's pornography to being a part of it. Living his fantasy. Actually.

Yes!! I would love to see this written because imagine all the shit they could get into! All the kinks they could explore (especially exhibitionism, getting off to being watched). All the toys that I'm sure Bucky has. Expanding on how it comes out, too, would be so good. Draw it out. Build it up. Does Steve catch him shooting porn when he's supposed to be out? Is it not confirmed like that? When does Steve see him without long-sleeves on for the first time? Is it in private? Is it in public, and he has to act normal? Does Bucky make Steve stutter through it and ask himself if he does porn, by chance, or does Bucky easily handle it, grinning and nonchalantly confirming it? Plus, building up to Steve's first time on camera would be killer. His nerves and excitement and then his embarrassment when he gets on camera and he's so revved up that he cums so fast.

God.

You could go so many ways!

Either way, written or not, this AU is going to live rent-free in my head because 🤌🏻yes🤌🏻

Imagine all the "roommate walked in on me" fantasy porn they could shoot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[dr-futbol-blog]

The Defiant One, Pt. 7

While McKay is audibly upset, putting the distance between himself and McKay seems to have calmed Sheppard down considerably. The way he's chatting to McKay over the radio is almost domestic, like they're just a long-distance couple on a phone call.

He notices frost in a shadowy spot so to distract McKay, he attempts to engage his mind with a problem: "D'you have any idea how long the days are on this planet? ... ‘Cause I got a feeling the nights are pretty damn cold. Sub-zero cold."

This is something that McKay probably could have figured out, and may even have wanted to figure out in some other situation. Now, he doesn't even entertain the question because he has a single-minded conviction that it's a mistake for them to be separated.

Also, Celsius? Fahrenheit? In either case, tactically their best course of action in that situation would be to get together and share body heat. Could be where John's subconscious was also leading him but he's not listening to it.

The thing is. Brendan is watching Rodney, listening in on this discussion. He's making mental notes, coming to conclusions. He's seeing something taking place between them. Got to wonder what he's thinking, overhearing all of it.

Sheppard attempts to keep a conversational tone. McKay is trying every angle he can think of to convince Sheppard that going after the wraith is a bad idea. They have the following exchange:

McKay: We're six hours overdue. Assuming they waited an hour before sending a rescue mission... Sheppard: There's a very good chance it's gonna be dark before another Jumper can get here. If we play the waiting game, the guy who's been around for ten thousand years is gonna win. McKay: Major, anyone or anything capable of surviving that long is gonna be a serious adversary. Sheppard: Well, not if I get him out in the open. He won't know about our weapons. If all goes well, I'll fly the Jumper back and pick you up. McKay: And if all doesn't go well... Sheppard: It will. McKay: Well, things haven't gone all that well thus far. Sheppard: You know, Rodney, these guys do die if you have enough fire power. McKay: Eventually, yes, but... Sheppard: Try and stay positive. How's Gaul feeling? McKay: He can move his toes. Sheppard: See? Things are looking up!

Sheppard attempts to distract McKay using reason ("he won't know about our weapons"), using humour ("10,000 year old guy is going to win the waiting game"), using flirtation ("I'll... pick ya up"), using friendliness ("Try and stay positive"; here used in the non-military sense to undo the previous), using intimacy ("Rodney"), using reassurance ("They do die"; "It will"), misdirection ("How's Gaul"?). We've seen before how Sheppard uses his charm as a weapon when he needs something from someone or needs someone to do something, needs things to go his way. Here, he is trying every trick in his book to get Rodney's support for his mission, to convince him that he's right. It's not working.

This is a man who is used to getting anything he wants from anyone simply by flashing a smile, using his charm.

I have to emphasize again that McKay is not afraid, here. It is not out of fear (at least, not for himself) that he wants Sheppard to come back. It's out of concern. And nothing Sheppard throws at him is enough to distract him from this, from something that is vitally important to him -- the other man's safety. The only thing that seems to work momentarily is redirecting his concern to Brendan.

Sheppard engages the wraith via radio. He lies about them winning the war, about himself being Lantean, the wraith being the only one of its kind left in the world, everything. He lies about everything and he does it very naturally. He's very convincingly working an angle. And it's pretty interesting that his angle seems to be to emphasize the loneliness of someone that seems to have spent the previous 10,000 years alone.

Sheppard had self-isolated to the most remote part of his world after the events in Afghanistan, possibly punishing himself through self-imposed loneliness. Because loneliness is what hurts him the most.

The wraith doesn't want to believe what he's saying is true, but Sheppard certainly seems to be able to plant the seed of doubt. He's using just a little bit of the truth to tell a bold faced lie.

Sheppard's plan was to lure the wraith out of the jumper and shoot it but instead, he gets shot himself. It seems Rodney was right about it being a serious adversary. And Sheppard was wrong about everything he told McKay: he managed to lure it out into the open but not take it out, it did manage to quickly learn about their weapons, he wasn't able to get the jumper, he did not have enough firepower (his P-90 malfunctioned), and things did not go well. And again, it is not that McKay pessimistically assumed that everything would go wrong but that he was very much concerned.

Usually, Sheppard is the more strategic of the two. He is the strategic thinker. While he had devised a plan of action here, it seems that he was still acting too rashly, went in too stubbornly, single-mindedly. And it was never because of the ship but because he needed to put some distance between himself and his own feelings.

If he could just take out the wraith. If he could save Rodney. It wouldn't bring back the dead but it might stay their ghosts from dragging him down with them, at least for a while.

Again, Sheppard feels the need to contact McKay right away, while he's still bandaging himself up.

Sheppard: McKay. McKay: Major! What's happening? Sheppard: I thought you should know -- round one was a draw. McKay: I don't like the sound of that.

He gets no "I told you so" from McKay, only more concern. Sheppard actually tells him "I thought you should know," which is very sweet. He wants to keep Rodney informed even though there's no real tactical reason for doing that. He needs to stay in contact, he does not want to be alone in this. There is no way he could have taken McKay into the danger zone with him but regardless, he needs the other man's company.

As much as he feels the need to run away from this, to keep the distance, to keep those protective barriers around himself, he is more and more unable to do that. Rodney is just... there. He's just there and he's not going away.

He continues, and note that it's because they're talking over radio, it's because there's physical distance between them, that he's actually able to share some of his feelings:

Sheppard: Me neither. I took some fire. McKay: Are you injured? Sheppard: Yeah, that's what I mean by "I took some fire". But I don't think it's too bad.

It's quite possible that this is far from the worst injury Sheppard has had but he's still lying to comfort McKay here (McKay actually tells Brendan "That's comforting, huh?" thinking that what he's hearing from Sheppard is everything but comforting). McKay can hear his breath rattling, Sheppard is telling him to put a gun into Brendan's hand in case he doesn't make it back to them. All of that has got to sound pretty concerning to McKay.

One thing I want to point out here that is relevant with some later episodes. We hear Sheppard end his call with "Sheppard out" here. But we did not hear him say it earlier between his line "Things are looking up!" and his engaging the wraith via the communication system. There is a little bit of the conversation between Sheppard and McKay that is missing to us, the audience. Now, later on we're going to have an entire episode (The Game, S03E15) letting us know that there is a whole world of things happening between them that we don't get to see, but here is one of the first indications of something missing. And there are going to be bigger chunks missing in future episodes.

McKay gets even more agitated over hearing an explosion (one assumes, through the radio). Sheppard tells him that he almost blew himself up. He also tells McKay to stay off the radio because he's "busy" and, because he's probably a little bit embarrassed about just almost having done himself in with an alien weapon, he doesn't elaborate more on the situation. McKay, that is, doesn't really know what's happening and is all the more agitated by Sheppard not explaining like he did earlier. Regardless, he feels the need to explain Sheppard's behaviour to Brendan (repeating his words, "He's--- busy!"), and if they were displaying mom and dad fighting in front of the kid energy in front of Brendan before, this has the energy of making excuses for your spouse's behaviour written all over it.

This is when Brendan lets McKay in on what he has been observing for a while now, listening to them go back and forth (and probably more than once echoed Sheppard's sentiments from the beginning of the episode: "Alright, knock it off, guys. I've spent the last fifteen hours listening to you two!"). It's not that McKay wants Sheppard to come back to them. It's not that he's afraid and needs the Major to come back and protect them. It's that he wants to be with Sheppard, and since Sheppard is out there, McKay also wants to be out there with him. This is not at all like the Rodney he knows.

McKay doesn't want to admit it. But Brendan is not wrong, every bone in his body is telling him that his place is with Sheppard.

Continued in Pt. 8

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Some thoughts about One Piece on Ice

Thanks to some help by one kind fan I managed to watch One Piece on Ice. 😍 Thank you so much! ❤️

Admittedly I probably wouldn't have watched the show if Shoma wouldn't be the star of the show. I was so interested to see his character portrayal because it's so out of Shoma's own character.

But before I talk about Shoma here are some other thoughts...

First of all I am quite clueless about the anime or manga of One Piece which probably would have helped to understand the story better because I don't own any Japanese language skills, so I won't say anything about the story. I just wish I could appreciate the whole story better. (I have basic knowledge of the characters and I watched a couple anime episodes when I was like 12 years old so 😅)

I think anyone who has seen pictures of the show, knows how amazing the costumes are and how close they are to their animation counterpart (I mean at least I know the characters with my less than good one piece knowledge)

It's quite a different than usual ice show. It really tells a complete story, no "extra" skating to just show off, every skating is implemented into the story. It really feels more like a theatre on ice than an actual ice show. It's not easy to produce a theatre that needs to tell a story from 3 viewing angles. Usually theatres are directed to watch from the front. Here it's watched from 3 sides, which on a stream made it sometimes difficult to see the conversation that was going on but in the arena it's needed. (Tbf no stream or video can ever give justice to a theatre production no matter if on ice or in theatre just because the circumstances are wildly different. I won't elaborate on that but let you tell this by a musical nerd who watched countless musicals live and on screen)

The choreography ideas are great. Especially cool are the choreographies for the fight scenes, each fight scene has a different set up. The spcial effects on top of it are so cool. Congrats to Kenji Miyamoto for this show and also congrats to the lighting and special effects designers. These things really add a lot.

The ACTING!!! OMG the acting is so good for an ice show. These are skaters not actors (besides Miyu) and all of them do an amazing job. There is a lot text going on especially for Marin, who is actually the main star of the show, no one has as much to do besides her and she is emoting so well to an audience. She really should be thinking about going to theatre. Rika Hongo is one of my favorite characters in this whole show. This suits her so well. How she can implements the skating skills into the character and how she is never off charater. And SHOMA OMG OMG OMG 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 How can this be Shoma? He can act. Like really. He's full of energy, full of different expressions, he is a come to life animated character, acting over the top like it's suited to the character and on top he does skills on ice I haven't seen him do anywhere before. Admittedly I was sceptical about Shoma acting and on top such a "quirky" character, but they couldn't found a better person for it.

I applaud the full cast for their acting. And they stayed in character until the very end until the curtain call.

It's a great show from the ideas, to the choreography, to the costumes, to the acting! ❤️

What an amazing show! 😍

Do I have any negative points about the show? 🤔 Well only one thing...the availability for ppl outside Japan is a disaster. I know countless ppl who would have paid to see the show on stream but weren't able to because of the geoblocking and trouble finding a working vpn or credit card. It probably has to do with copyright but then at least give the fans an explanation...The other small critique is simply on me personally😅...without knowing Japanese or One Piece it was not the full experience it would surely give...but you know what maybe that actually gives me a reason to really learn Japanese and to watch the anime/manga 😉

If anyone wants to and is able to watch. Do it, you won't be disappointed!

[nogenderbee]

heyy can i request A,N,O,S,Z from the fluff alphabet for ena??

thank youu

Absolutely! I'm glad that my girlies finally get some love honestly <3 So here's the alphabet that I actually really enjoyed writing!

Ena A, N, O, S, Z fluff alphabet

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @qxmmi @prsk-krow @modyuki @m3g-luka

⊱ Admirer ═ What if they would be secret admirer? How would they act around their crush? And what will they do for them?

Ena is the type to loosen her tsundere nature around someone she loves and make herself appear more like a cheerful and cute person! Speaking of appearing cute... she'd spend so much more time on getting herself ready, she'll always make sure she looks perfect even if there's a small chance of you two meeting. She just doesn't want to take this risk!

But when you can't see her, Ena will look at you with the most adoring smile~ If someone happens to take a picture of it, she'll either try to recreate it and make a better one or take what they took and post this on her socials, giving small hint about her crush~

When she speaks to you tho, she's acting as if she was planning something... she's not the type to just stay back and watch everything happen but she won't give you big hints either! She'll simply try to help you as much as possible and give you dozen of compliments hoping that it'll make your heart flutter at least a bit!

"Hey there Y/N! I see you put a lot of effort in your hair today, know that I love it! But I came here asking if you need help? I noticed you're having few troubles with composition so maybe I can help you get the right angle~?"

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Ena is definitely the type to use a nickname like "my muse". But that sounds too cheesy for her so she uses just "muse". But don't go ahead of yourself! She's still a tsundere so she'll only use this nickname rarely, when she's feeling either affectionate or tired. When she's not calling you "muse" tho, she'll settle for shorten of your name or just your name.

As for where "muse" came from... Ena often found herself thinking about you and of the things you did together whenever she struggled from the lack of inspiration and it usually gave her new ideas! At first she thought like that only to herself but one really affectionate day or small mistake and she'll say it! And once she does, there's no way of escaping it so she might as well go with it!

"Hey... where are you going? Don't think I don't see you! Just a little more, alright? We're barely done with this painting, muse..."

⊱ Only for you ═ What's something about them that they're hiding from everyone but their lover? Why did they decide to tell it to only their lover?

Ena is actually really clingy! She would never show it in front of others but with you... it just came out when she had extreme affectionate day! She simply had to get those cuddles so she did!

As we know, she craves for attention and being clingy is one of the ways of getting it for her. Whenever she's feeling a bit needy, she'll just wrap her arms around you, unabling you to do anything so all you can do is hug her back and focus on her. But they multitasking and she might just get mad at you!

"You can so that later! Isn't your girlfriend a bit more important? Just... stop focusing on this and focus on me, will you?"

⊱ Sleep ═ Their lover feel asleep! What's their reaction?

Ena most likely was rambling to you and then she didn't heard your answer so she was just about to scold you for not listening to her but then she noticed you were asleep... and all her anger just evaporated.

She's definitely the type to adore her lover when they're asleep~ but she quickly realizes she's staring so she turns away to grab a blanket for you and cover you with it which makes you look even cuter... damn it! Her heart!

Of course she has to take at least 3 photos of you sleeping... one of you alone, one with her next to you and second of you on her shoulder! But the ones that include her will actually take most tries so it may take some time... let's just hope she won't wake you up!

When you wake up, she'll show you the photos and will most likely tell you how cute you looked according to her, and will ask you if you're alright with her putting those photos on her socials. If not, she'll understand and won't do it, but if you do then this photo actually goes crazy for both of you~ She knew her cute partner is loved by all her fans and more!

"Look at these photos! I told you, you look cute when you're asleep! Especially when your head rested on my shoulder~ Hehe~"

⊱ Zap into their heart ═ The moment they knew they fell for their current crush.

Ena was at first oblivious to her crush, there's nothing wrong in not wanting to loose a friend and just wanting their attention a bit more, is there? Oh boy, did she know it was begging of her crush...

When Ena has a crush on someone, she'll want to get thei attention more than anyones, so be it paintining, sketch or anything she recently drew or a simple photo, you'd be the first one she'd show it to! She doesn't even expect compliments every single time, you can give her few tips how to improve it and she'll be happy because she got you to pay attention to her and her alone! And that's when she notices her crush... when she's almost begging for your attention every single day.

She'll try to decline it but it's impossible when you come up to her asking how she's doing... she just feels her heart race and she feels like acting lovely with you will kill her but she can't act tsundere either! After all, what if it pushes you away? She's just becoming a bit more quieter when her crush develops... she knows she has to confess but she's too nervous to initiate even talk with you that contains anything to do with romance!

"I... need to make it better... if I want them to pay attention to me, I can't just show them painting that looks like THIS! I... want to impress them too after all..."

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[prsk-krow]

elllo! could i get ena and mizuki with a reader that’s usually cold and stoic towards others but when around them they’re more cheerful and smile a lot more? /R

{Ena/Mizuki with a cold reader that's cheerful towards them!} [R]

This one was actually pretty interesting, since I requested something kinda similar from someone else just a few days ago! This is different though, and I made sure that my response was, as well! Hope you like it!

Ena Shinonome

The artist does share some similarities with you, as her personality changes depending on who's listening. With the shut-in she's really soft and forgiving, and with the others of the group... Not so much.

It's thanks to these similarities that when you reveal your true nature, Ena sort of understands and doesn't question it too much! However, the severe change does create some whiplash...

She had already gotten used to your cold front, after all! If she can manage to be friends with the honor student, a relationship with you didn't seem too out of the picture! Although she did have to consider it when you proposed the idea...

But once you two were away from the public's view, and your tone and expressions and basics everything about you suddenly change, she was surprised to say the least!

"Woah... Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to appear rude! Don't worry, I understand that some of us have things to hide, but... I didn't expect the change to be this big... Nonono, it's fine! It's alright, really!"

It takes a while for her to get used to it. No matter how hard she may try to, she isn't used to dealing with cheerful, kindhearted people too well, much less someone who she thought was the complete opposite!

She does enjoy this side of you more though, and she's happy that you seem to be enjoying it so much! She will make sure to have more time in private between you two so that you may let loose more often!

She will also ask why you hide this side from others, and will do her best to show that she's a trustworthy partner! That means doing her best to understand you, and helping you hide your secret from others!

Although something she will never admit is that she could never go back to the old you. She says that it's all for you, but in reality this is also indulging her a little! It feels so nice to have someone so kind close to her at all times, and she can't let go of that now!

So, the reveal benefits both of you equally, and you shall both work together to keep it that way! It goes pretty smoothly, and Ena will remain glad that she chose to accept your confession!

Mizuki Akiyama

I've said this before and I'll say this again, Mizuki notices whenever other have hidden sides, but they will never dwell deep into them if you don't reveal it first!

They have their own secrets they wish to hide, and even in a romantic relationship they, sadly, won't reveal anything at first. It will definitely take a long time, and a lot of patience!

That's why they're so surprised at seeing you drop the act as soon as you two enter a private room after the confession and acceptance! Not that they weren't aware of it, they just thought it would take longer!

However, their attitude towards you will hardly change much. They are glad that you're no longer holding back, but they will act smug about knowing that you were planning on dropping the act eventually!

They will definitely tease you about your cold front, and will sometimes purposely poke at it in public to see how hard you contain the urge to call them out! Nothing too extreme, just the usual teasing from a different angle!

"What?? Oh, come on! Did you really think that becoming my partner would save you from my teasing? Hehe, quite the opposite! You've fallen into my trap, and now you shall live with these teasing words next to you forever! There is no longer any escape!"

As soon as they notice you having a hard time putting up the front though, or simply being too tired to, they will plan ahead to let you rest in your home! It's surprisingly smooth, and you'll be able to relax more thanks to their quick actions!

They will also make sure to reinforce just how thankful they are for you to trust them with your most intimate secrets. Words of encouragement, gifts, quality time, acts of service! It's quite special the attention they can give you!

Sadly, this does come with some drawbacks. They're so glad that you trust them this much, to reveal a side that you've never shown anyone... Then, why can't they still reveal their own secrets? Why can't they muster up the courage you can...?

Thankfully, your cheerful nature ensures that Mizuki's down days aren't as bad as they used to be! And with you by their side, there is a new hope in their heart, that maybe, with time, there will come a chance...

[coffeeangelinabox]

Febuwhump #19: Please, don't

My first veeerrrryyyyy slight cheat. I'm doing 18 and 19 the alternate way round for the simple reason that I have a good idea for this and it's Sunday so I have time to do it properly.

All the warnings. This is extremely non consensual and gratuitously so.

None of them are the type to back down. Forcibly portkey'd to Malfoy Manor, bound with a nasty set of incarcerous jinxes and staring down a visibly delighted Lucius Malfoy, Sirius still looks around the dining room with completely unfeigned disinterest.

"You've had the place done up," he comments idly. The drawl he spent years exorcising from his voice creeps back in.

If they had hoped Malfoy would be distracted by bantering back and forth until James and Peter could effect a rescue, they were out of luck. Instead, his smirk merely widens and he continues to stare.

Sirius tilts his chin, gritting his teeth and angles himself fractionally forward. He's humiliatingly unscathed. Knocked out from behind before he'd known they were there. They'd barely arrived. This was supposed to be simple reconnaissance, three teams of three, in and out of a set of suspected Death Eater meeting points. It was not supposed to be a social call to the heart of obviously hostile territory.

Lily has a cut across her cheek and her wrists are bruised. She'd fought like a wild thing, and would have been able to make a break for it...if it had ever been in Lily Potter to leave people behind. She will not sacrifice people for the greater good, and even now she doesn't regret her choice.

Remus was the only one of them who had surrendered, though, in his defence, the wand held to Lily's head hadn't given him much choice. It hadn''t stopped the bruises and rough treatment. He isn't sure what they know about him, though it's obvious there's a traitor deep inside their inner circle. No one outside of the nine of them had known their exact locations and timings. Dumbledore maybe. Or Moody. But to Remus' knowledge, James and Gideon Prewitt had planned this one. It narrows the suspect list down to nine people. Eight. He bares his teeth in a snarl he wishes it were the right time of the moon to make more lethal.

"Now," Malfoy finally breaks the silence. He steps closer and runs the tip of his wand over Sirius' face. Sirius arches back with a sound of disgust. Malfoy simply follows his movement, it isn't like he can go far. "As uninvited guests, I do hope you are going to be entertaining."

"Oh, of course," Sirius says. His tone is still light, but Remus has known him too well and too long not to see the tension thrumming beneath his skin. "I know some good jokes. What's the difference between a Slytherin and an idiot?"

Malfoy raises his hand and Sirius doesn't so much as flinch, then he lowers it with a chuckle. "No. I wouldn't sully myself by touching any of you."

For a second Remus almost relaxes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Lily demands. "None of us are going to tell you anything. It's a lot of trouble to have us dragged here just to kill us."

Malfoy smiles. "As I said, Mudblood. Entertainment."

And just like that, it's not relaxing at all.

A few waves of Malfoy's wand later and Lily has been moved over to the table, fixed down, spread eagled. A few well placed diffindos remove her clothes and cut thin lines into her skin. She glares up at Malfoy, there are tears in her eyes, but she doesn't let them fall. "Go on then," she snarls. "Only way you can get a woman anyway, to force her."

Sirius lunges forward with a snarl, but finds he can't move his feet, Remus strangely can, but Sirius' protective positioning of earlier puts the other man in his way and he can't get to Lily and they can't make him watch this-

Malfoy holds up a hand. "I won't touch her."

They both look at him, distrust an almost tangible thing.

"If you do exactly as I say."

Remus hisses out breath between his teeth. Lily doesn't look at them, and the mere fact that she doesn't immediately tell them not to worry about her, not to give up anything curls something cold around his heart.

"What do you want?" Sirius says after a moment, voice low.

Malfoy's sneer widens. "You both pleasure the filthy little Mudblood. The one who makes her cum wins a blowjob from their failure of a friend."

"Then you'll let us all go, I suppose."

"Exactly."

"We all know that's a lie."

Malfoy shrugs. "Why would it be? When the Dark Lord wins, you will all be valued soldiers in his army. I wouldn't spill magical blood so cheaply."

"Even-?"

"Even hers. Why make an enemy of you, Black? Or of Potter."

"And if we refuse?" Remus asks quietly.

"Oh, my point about not spilling magical blood unnecessarily stands. You two can still walk out of here, unscathed. After, of course, you watch as many men as I can find willing to risk catching whatever a Mudblood little slut is carrying fuck her raw. Then I'll cut her guts out. You can take whatever's left with you."

Lily's breath hitches. Remus watches a single treacherous tear run the the wrong way down her face and into her hairline. Sirius must see it too because before Malfoy can notice the weakness he's pressing himself forward, arching sinuously.

"Waste of having the Black heir really owe you a favour, Malfoy. Wouldn't you rather have my," he pauses and gives Malfoy the bedroom eyes Remus had watched him use for years to charm various Hufflepuffs off to Greenhouse Three after dark. "gratitude?"

"No." Malfoy says bluntly, not moved at all. "I want you to realise that following orders is your best, your only choice. It'll help you later."

The seduction falls away, nothing more than a thin veneer and for a moment, Remus is certain that Sirius will start screaming and swearing. And that will do none of them the slightest bit of good. "Padfoot," he says quietly. Then, to their tormentor. "Alright. We'll do it."

Malfoy moves out of their way and gestures with a flourish towards Lily. Their hands are still bound, but they can suddenly move. Remus, for the first time, looks at her properly. He feels his ears redden with embarrassment. His own and what is radiating from her.

She is undeniably beautiful. Creamy skin and tumbling red hair in a fiery wave. Her emerald eyes are gleaming. The faint dusting of freckles across her nose is repeated on shoulders and inner thighs. Her breasts are round and full and high and the pinked nubs of her nipples are tight from cold and fear. Spread as she is, he can see every part of her, and Merlin help him, but the way she closes her eyes as he looks, flush spreading from cheekbones down her throat and chest makes something hot and primal inside him want to claim her.

She's his best friend's wife. He can't imagine that James would want him to make a different choice, but, frankly, he'd rather take his chances with a cruciatus.

Sirius drops down to his knees between Lily's legs. "It's okay," he says, a soothing rumble in his voice that tells Remus he's said these exact words before. "This is fine, Evans."

A noise creeps out of her. "Potter," she corrects in a thread of a whisper.

"Lils...I can't call you Potter while I do this."

"At the moment," Malfoy says waspishly, "you're not doing anything."

All three of them flinch and Remus too steps closer. He doesn't kneel down, opting instead to lean over her, shielding as much of her body from Malfoy's gaze as he can. "We'll make this good," he promises against her lips and then kisses her gently, chastely.

Her eyes flicker open and there's real violence in their depths. Remus nods in silent, mutual agreement. As soon as they have opportunity, they'll take Malfoy apart. Bloodily. Unpleasantly. From the feet first so that Remus can hear him scream.

Then she tenses with a moan as Sirius abruptly gets started.

Remus feels slightly put out for a moment. He hadn't known they were ready to start, and he hastens to catch up, mouth fixing quickly over one of those hard pink nubs and he begins to torment her with tongue and teeth, laving over her chest, seeking out every bit of salt from the fear-sweat that has been slicking her body for the past twenty minutes.

He lets himself fall into the rhythm, both of pleasuring a beautiful woman and competing with Sirius Black. Sirius is their most likely traitor. Remus will not willingly suck his dick. He will not. So he has to win this. It's as simple as that.

Sirius is undoubtedly the more experienced lover of the two of them, but he's appalling selfish and he rushes. Remus can't expect him to be different in bed, and he has a number of advantages, even fully human his senses are fractionally better than average. He can hear Lily's heartrate increase, smell not just her arousal, but her blood as it pumps through her. He can discern the tiny differences in her moans and whimpers.

He kneels besides Sirius, and puts his tongue to work.

Sirius has his mouth fixed over Lily's clit, sucking, pulling her pleasure from her by sheer brute force. Letting them live is stupidity, it can only be because the traitor is in the room with them. His fury at Remus for doing this to him, to Lily and James, translates into the ferocity of his movements. When Remus' head pushes up besides his, he cedes the clit to him and pushes back against her hole. He allows the very barest of transformation to padfoot and pushes his now much longer and wetter tongue into her, swirling hard within and Lily lets out a shattered mewl.

He dares to feel pleased with himself for a second as she stutters out a syllable that can only be part of his name. She's becoming helplessly aroused as he stabs his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it. He wishes he had his hands free to knead her ass, her breasts. She arcs almost off the table with another cry and another gush of wetness.

"Siriu- ohhhhhhhhh, 'Mus. Like that, like that-"

James is like a brother to him. Harry is practically his son. Lily...Lily should never be this. But Sirius cannot deny that her desperate groans are spurring him on just as much as his desire to protect and his fury at the situation, and he feels his own cock rise in his pants.

"I don't," she twists on the wood. "Don't, please..."

Sirius pulls back. She knows they have to, knows the consequences of not following this instruction will be worse, but he echoes her anyway. "Malfoy. Please. Don't- don't make us do this. Anything else."

Remus has always been more ruthless.

As Sirius moves, he chases the spasms of her pussy with his tongue, drinking her down and with a groan Lily falls over the edge moaning and whimpering and writhing.

Malfoy claps his hands like he's at the theatre. His eyes spear Sirius. "Anything else, Black? Very well. You don't have to touch her again. Just blow your friend and we can all be on our way."

Sirius stomach sinks in a completely different way. He hates losing, all four of them were always competitive with one another.

I thought you said you could play chess, Padfoot.

My grandmother is better at gobstones than that.

Only four Os? I got five!

And worse. Remus is the reason they are here. Remus violated Lily. Remus forced her to a climax she didn't want. Remus is the reason so many of Sirius' friends have been lost in this war.

Remus unfolds himself and stands. Sirius doesn't look up at him.

If he refuses now, it will likely be Lily that pays for his habitual insolence. She is worth nothing to Malfoy and everything and then some to Sirius' only family. He shuffles forward and grins up at Remus with a few too many teeth.

"Let's see how long you last, Moony." His voice sounds wrong, but probably (hopefully) that will be put down to the stress of the situation and later he will force Prongs to see that they can't trust Moony. And that Moony knows exactly how to break him. He'll make him see that they have to rethink the Fidelius Charm plan.

He leans forward and, thank Merlin, Remus is wearing robes, not some awful muggle trousers. It's easy enough to get at him, to use his tongue in the slit of his boxers and lick a stripe up his cock.

To Sirius' eternal shame, Remus is not the slightest bit turned on. His small cock, flacid and curled, fits easily on his tongue. Maybe he deserves this anyway. Traitor Moony might be, but he's the monster that enjoyed what they did to Lily.

Remus however, doesn't manage to maintain his disinterest in the face of Sirius' concerted attention. It doesn't take long until he's reduced to an incoherent, dripping mess. Sirius' actions are almost violent. Remus has come to blows with Sirius and felt less attacked than how he feels right now as Sirius slurps at his dick as though he'll die without it. As though wishing he could punish Remus for something. He swallows against pleas. Trust Sirius to use seemingly losing as a new way to attack.

Lily is crying properly, her reserves totally eroded, and Remus realises that he is too. Malfoy is smirking at all three of them. Remus supposes that whether or not Sirius is technically on his team the Malfoy-Black rivalry has enough layers that he can still enjoy Sirius brought low in this way. Thinking of who - what - Sirius has given his allegiance to, Remus instinctively pulls back. Just as Sirius does something with his tongue, flattening it against the vein on the underside and tightening his lips to produce an almost painful sense of suction. He cums as he pulls out, splattering his seed all over Sirius' face.

He's the enemy. This is his fault, but Remus can't help the stab of guilt as his friend looks up at him, betrayal naked for all to see. If Malfoy wasn't still watching and laughing, he'd beg him to stop looking at him like that - please, Padfoot. Don't. I didn't mean-

Instead, he looks away.

[the-firebird69]

And it's a myriad of things happening and it is confusing one is Tommy f is out of control and it's not going to handle it the second is the warlocks are not going to get a handle on it and just might realize that and like some like bjA realized that the kaiju or killing them off. And that's not the only reason it's because it's a plan and it's a main plan and he doesn't realize it's doing it no I think that he is probably got an idea that it could be happening and it will it will expose aliens and briefly but for real and it is part of a master plan of the max and others who brought into it and he's singing the song because he knows he was going in and he sang with acapella before the saga begin and he was already collecting ships and it negates what time he f is doing who did not do very well he did some proofs but hardly anything for the public because he has been in seclusion for so long and they said in the movie and he is the recluse mobster and it's a movie called tunes he comes out of seclusion and all he does is some strange cartoon fighting and it's not what people need it's saying that they're not real when they are and he didn't watch it he wants to own it and run it all and people are saying that's not fair and a great expense argue their point and pretty much almost gave up and Jason stood up and said I can't take it anymore and he knows what he's doing and he might not make anything but he wants people to know what he's doing and he put a dress on his bed when he left the first time at Castle and he paid me back for food he took and I understood he needed it but I need to and I'm trying things. So there you goes he's doing a job that ghwp would take and do and it's that level.

Zues

I commend my husband for saying this and though we have angles that might be different or same different we are doing this on purpose too a little bit and it's a parallel but nobody was doing it but you simply must and if you all become greedy assholes and kill each other then what's the point of you living anyways and we've seen you team up and everything else

Hera

Respected for doing it Jason and we know that you activate the animal side and you and fired up your greed to get it done but wow this is going to be intense I have never seen anything like this in my life and I know what it's talking about cuz I've seen some of them running around it's certainly don't look human and your people are suffering so I see what you're saying you're doing it on purpose and your signs of the house in Port Charlotte and I was there and I saw him doing it and your friend here saw it and he's mentioning it because you deserve recognition for it and Trump we don't know what you're doing you're ignoring everything saying nothing exists and you're being a huge a****** to everybody and you're practically harming our friend here everyday over and over because you're saying you caused it all and it's not true at all we need you to shut up

Daniel

I started a fight with Tommy f and I got my ass kicked and it started a while ago and he won't let me do anything at all and I can't stand it anymore and people are beating on me cuz I'm being unfair that's true what time the answer was pushing me all over the place and he doesn't have it and he never did and I don't think he even knows about aliens he's going to be shocked as s*** and so am I cuz I don't get it either

Trump

No s*** you're stupid you see us mutate you see his retail like madness for the most part and changing some that doesn't look human and you can't think oh maybe it would stick like when we became humans from primates I mean good Lord and these are the people that did it get the f*** out of my face lady he says all the time and is acting like one of us it makes people confused it's supposed to but you're an idiot I mean go get a shark you think a shark is a person always the animals come to your house and you can't figure it out

Sarah

That was one hell of a toad I'd tell your toes like just a sick frog and that guy was juiced up LOL jumps right at him and pissed all over the place I can see it on video almost right into him too he talked a little to the right just in case he was peeing I think she's stupid idiot it looked over some moving but really what an idiot there right there that's what I have to fight

Hera

I'll explain this he jumps right by you in order to confuse you and make it so you're not ready to do anything it's kind of a weird reaction and some animals are programmed to it does feel predators off sometimes cuz I think they might have something or they're sick or and that's what they think and yeah he's sick I think that could be it it's kind of weird he seen the toad before. This jackass is banging around next door and Jason saw what he was destroying and he's breaking the place again and Stan got the Note and he's going to court tomorrow that might explain him being out of here lol

Thor Freya

Lol

Stan

Yeh yeh no no it's all this other stuff like Monday

Sherry

[deafmangoes]

Oh look it's my specialist subject

So! Christian theology on Big D is more complicated than that. Mostly when people think 'the Devil', they're getting the pop culture version brought to us by Medieval plays, Dante and Blake - particularly the 'tragic rebel loner' angle from the latter which is most popular today.

LaVeyan Satanists run with this, as did some of the Gnostic sects back in the 3-5th centuries.

But going by just what you've got in the Bible or Church Tradition, it's a very different look. First thing is that... there might not be "a" Devil, that's just one interpretation. "Satan" is also a title, not a name, which complicates things further. Oh, and "Lucifer" comes from a twisted set of misunderstandings, translations and lost idioms and definitely isn't meant to be the Devil's "real name".

So what's 'canon' about the guy? Not a whole lot. He's only directly featured in the New Testament, where he tempts Jesus after His baptism. The other books in the NT make scattered references to the Devil and simply characterise him as the enemy of God, which can apply both to a supernatural being and just any person.

Satan (meaning 'Accuser') is from the Tanakh (used by Christians as the 'Old Testament') and doesn't get a very clear definition either. The Book of Job shows us that God employs him in the divine 'court', and his job is to point out what people have done wrong. The framing device for the story is a debate between God and Satan over whether people actually care about being good or just do it from fear/for reward - while also discussing the ideas of evil and good more broadly.

The term is used in the New Testament as well, which includes mention of things like the time he debated with God over the right to take Moses' body - but broadly gets conflated with the Devil.

So you've got two different characters: Satan, who's God's employee and basically prosecution lawyer, and the Devil, who is an evil narcissist that just wants people to suffer.

As I said above, both are titles rather than names, and while the NT implies there's one "Devil", the Tanakh doesn't infer there's only one "Satan". So what happened to mix these two up?

Zoroastrianism. When the Jewish people in exile came into contact with the Persian Empire, they inherited some ideas from Zoroastrianism - and probably vice-versa - particularly the ideas of a "good vs. evil" struggle and a "good god vs. an evil god". YHWH, originally a more neutral figure who gave both blessings and curses, became the 'good' end of the spectrum while a new figure, the Devil, became the 'evil' end. There's also Greco-Roman influence getting in here too, like the idea of Hell.

This is what things looked like when Jesus was around and what His followers taught. Judaism revised their positions on this stuff post-Christisnity, so it became a more "Christian" belief.

Finally, Lucifer comes from the Latin translation of the Greek translation of the Hebrew Book of Isaiah. In this book, the author criticises the ruler of Tyre in Phoenicia and compares him to the planet Venus, which due to its orbit looks like it "falls" from the sky - basically saying that his prosperity and success won't last.

Venus is called Light-Bringer in Hebrew. The Latin term for this is Lucifer. Because the "Prince of Tyre" also ended up becoming a euphemism for "powerful person who hates God", the term got retroactively applied to the NT Devil by the author of Revelation (as an allegory and deliberate reference to Isaiah). This is partially where the idea of the 'fallen angel' comes from.

So as you can see that's a bit of a mess.

Obviously there's no one single "Christian" view on anything - the religion is very fractious - so it's common for US Evangelicals to teach and believe in the very pop culture idea of Satan, but this isn't supported from the Bible itself, or reflected in the traditions of the 'Apostolic' Churches (ie, Catholics and Orthodox).

Many Christians, like myself, look at the tangled mess and figure that's just human grappling at wanting a figure to blame for bad things happening.

Anyway, hope this was interesting to anyone reading it.

Seems cruel to condemn sympathy for the devil

[ihatebnha]

today I will be presenting to you two concepts:

1. dad!bakugou calling his wife a MILF idk I think that's funny

2. drunk!reader who's so needy and horny and won't stop talking about how bakugou's dick is the best like THE BEST and practically begging him to fuck her so he does

he'll pound into her all "best dick huh? best you've ever had?" while she's screaming out "yes yes wanna make you feel good, does it feel good" and god how could he resist he knows you won't remember this tomorrow so as he's continuing his insane pace he leans down and grunts in your ear about how your the best pussy he's ever fucked (even though you're his first and only) and he's all "I guess best pussy gets the best dick huh?"

thank you for listening.

though i realize in retrospect it's a little different than what you discuss here... i literally loved both of these ideas so much that i just had to forgo discussing them altogether and instead simply combine them... so i really hope it ended up working out!

also: i havent written anything (much less smut) like this in AGES, so if its terrible, please just... deal with it lol (no im jk if it's bad im really sorry and i no longer exist).

either way, your brain is MAD JUICY... enjoy!

(warnings: breeding, kids, alcohol mention???)

-

The dick is sloppy— drunk and hazy, Bakugo knows it is… combined with the way you couldn’t keep from jumping on him after you left the restaurant, I mean, how could he not?

Steamed up car, your head tilted at an angle so as not to bash the low roof, naked thighs spread over his lap squeezing so tight he can hardly go in any direction except up… it’s really no wonder how anything is even getting said in between.

“K-Katsuki,“ you slur, grinding your hips against the rapid slamming of his, arms wrapped tight around his neck, “Katsuki, Katsuki, ‘suki—shit.”

He groans in response, fingers digging further into the pliant flesh of your asscheeks, lips brushing yours as he growls against you. “Tell me, baby, fuck, tell me.”

“You,” you stutter back, the sound of wet slaps in your ear and pleasure clouding your vision... due to the alcohol running through your veins or the white hot heat coiling in your pussy, you can’t really tell. “You, you’re the best, Kats, love you, love you so much.”

Bakugo keens forward at the words, heavy with breath as he clenches his teeth together and continues to nose himself further against your face. Drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, he drags your hips against his own roughly, fat cock nudging your G spot with every stroke as if to say thanks.

“The best?” he repeats, nearly snarling, hands running up and down your bouncing spine, “Best you’ve ever fuckin’ had?”

With closing eyes, you nod, Bakugo deliberately speeding up his thrusts as you lean down to meet his lips for a wet and uneven kiss that ends up being more of a moan straight into his mouth.

Sliding one hand over the plush dip of you waist, his thumb meets your clit, the calloused skin swirling circles that cause your knees to lock up and you to see stars, Bakugo having to use his other hand to keep you from slipping right off his dick.

“Baby,” you whine, your own bouncing slowing with lack of concentration, “c-c-cumming!”

You use one hand to pull roughly on the hair of Bakugo’s nape as you throw back your head and howl, clamping down tight onto his cock as if that will get him to lay up on what you know (or at least do when you aren’t fucked-out and tipsy) will be an overlay of overstimulation.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” Bakugo responds, heaving, even though you are no longer listening. “For me, right?”

Despite the waves of pleasure that overtake you, Bakugo doesn’t budge; thumb only increasing in speed as he groans at the feel of your body convulsing and your tight heat holding him in, instead starting to do the final bit of work lifting your hips for you.

Your hands now gripped tight to the meat of his shoulders and biceps, Bakugo pulls you up suddenly, this thick shaft greeting cool air with an incredibly seamless slide.

“W-wait, Kat—“ you mumble, eyes shooting open with realization of what’s to come…

Though he doesn’t listen, as maybe it’s too late, already slamming you back down onto his soaked thighs with his own desperate moan as he shoots his load deep and hot against your cervix.

-

“And nine months later you were born!”

Your son looks at you with a grimace, his lip pulled up enough to expose the sharp canines in his mouth as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you as though you just grew a second head.

“After you sloppy fucked in the car?” he asks, half-disgusted, half-annoyed, staring at from across the kitchen island. “You guys are fuckin’ nasty.”

“I don’t know... we had fun,” you tease, sending a look to the grouchy blonde sorting dishes beside your boy. “Plus, we were drunk!”

He wrinkles his nose. “Bleh, taking advantage of a drunk woman? Some hero you are, pops.”

Bakugo moves to take a swipe at your son, big fist landing atop the blonde curls that stick up from his head in a tight ruffle… shaking the boy around on his feet with his Pro Hero grip.

“You should be grateful for your old man,” he chides, gruffly. “If it weren’t for that night, you wouldn’t fuckin’ exist.”

“I doubt that,” your son immediately retorts, pointing through the door at the gurgling little girl currently playing in the large, living room playpen all three of you are keeping an eye on. “You’re so full of shit.”

Bakugo bristling with the language, you roll your eyes...

“You better watch that damn mouth, kid.”

And it’s your son’s turn to roll his, muttering under his breath something about someone being “so much worse,” though you smile when Bakugo doesn’t respond and instead stalks to your side, orange slippers whapping against the hardwood floors.

Glaring at the cutting board in front of you as he approaches, he mutters, “I didn’t take advantage of you, that little fucker.”

Jutting an elbow into him playfully as you turn away from the food with a laugh, you warn, “don’t call your son a fucker.”

Though the boy only sticks out his tongue at you both, slipping out of the room just as Bakugo raises a fist to send little sparks in his direction... and in his absence, Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist and curve into your side, pressing your head sideways and leaving your bare neck exposed.

“You had fun that night, right baby?” he starts to whisper, lips pressing against your jugular, “Fuckin’ in my car?”

Before you can respond, however, one of Bakugo’s large hands now creeping over the swell of your ass... the sound of the kitchen door sliding open breaks the both of you from your trance.

Your son, now holding on tight to his matching counterpart, her own curls mussed from playtime, approaches you with a very familiar scowl on his face.

“What did I just say? Disgusting,” he says, ignoring the way Bakugo’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the remark, sidestepping him entirely to hand your daughter to you. “You’re a freak for letting him act like this, mom.”

Staring back at the big red and gooey eyes that gaze up at you, you smile knowingly at the remark despite how Bakugo himself is quick to interject.

“Son,” he enunciates, hand reaching for your side, “your mother is a fuckin’ milf.”

Gasping as if to scold him, you push gently against Bakugo with a shoulder, the man already grinning at the sight of your son turning to leave with a gag. Pride overtaking his features, he stops your butting immediately by wrapping his arms around your front and pulling both you and the baby snug in your hold against his chest.

With your son now long gone, he rests his head atop your shoulder and eyes on the cooing girl in your arms, pressing his lips against your cheek in both a whisper and a smirk.

“Best milf I ever fuckin’ had.”

[seriowan]

hello! i was wondering if i could get a spicy fic with prompt 18 and dialogue 2 with echo? :)

masterlist ♡ from this prompt list prompt: (18) pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet; both of you unable to continue with the jokes dialogue: (2) god, you look so good.

cw/tw: explicit 18+ (MINORS DNI) teasing, sexual tension, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving)word count: 2.4knote: thanks for the submission, anon! writing echo as teasing was pretty challenging so i switched it up a bit and played with it. ☺️ enjoy!!

working for it - tbb echo x female!AFAB reader

Annoying Echo was a pastime. A hobby, really, worth every cent of your time if it meant being able to see that pout on his lips, or the flash of fire in his usually calm eyes.

He was extra irritated with you since the moment Hunter had assigned you to help him fix the ship. With Tech and Wrecker working on maintenance and cleaning at the parlor; Hunter and Omega halfway across the world on a side mission, you and Echo were left alone to fix the ship and continue Tech's modifications.

Not that you minded. You actually enjoyed annoying Echo, even when he showed his disapproval. Especially when he showed his annoyance.

Your reason was quite simple, contrary to Echo's confusion: You just liked seeing him annoyed. Echo was always so poised, so proper, and never once really gave into temptation like the others in the Batch. They shared drinks with you like you were part of the crew since their days in the tube; everyone except Echo who, shockingly, disapproved of you since you stepped foot on their ship.

You were loud, inattentive, and irritably funny. Though, he'd never mention that to you. Obviously. And yet, while you were nothing more than a nuisance, Echo never went more than the irritated eye roll or snarky comment. He never got angry enough to yell at you or frustrated enough to show you anything darker than a scowl.

And yet he always looked like he was struggling whenever you were around. Clenched fists, avoided eye contact, flushed cheeks... all of the evidence was there, laid out for you to simply look and connect the dots.

Today, you'd finally draw the whole picture.

Echo had no idea of your plan, of course. He was as oblivious as ever to your efforts, working away in the ship's engine as if you weren't even standing next to him. But, it was easy to admit that you weren't an image of beauty — you had grease all over your arms and neck, spotting your face and your chest. The purposefully chosen low-cut tank top was no longer white, but grey and spotted with brown oils and ship grease. Your overalls were unbuttoned, hanging over your waist after the grease had made the denim pitch black.

Your cleavage was on display like a fluorescent neon sign calling for Echo's attention. Still, it wasn't given. In fact, Echo avoided looking at your face entirely while he worked. He leaned into the belly of the ship, calling for tools and parts without once sharing a glance at your face.

Physical lure set aside, you decided to start goading him with relatively risky inuendos.

"You've got to open your fingers a bit more."

And you were close, nearly breathing down his neck as he worked to drill a screw behind a jungle of wires. Your breath fanned his neck, lips hovering just a few centimeters over his skin. Taking in a breath, you shut your eyes and sighed. Spearmint and gunship petroleum.

You glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow. "Work your way in there or you won't get it from that angle."

"I can get it from that angle just fine."

"Yeah?" You chuckled, grabbing the edge of the open ship to lean inside until you were face to face with what Echo worked on. "Are you that confident in yourself?"

"I'm pretty damn confident when no one is telling me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do," you corrected pointedly, grasping a piece that slipped out from the tip of his scomp arm. As you put it back in its spot and held it, Echo welded the edges together. "I'm simply advising and giving my educated input."

"Do you usually give everyone useless input?"

"Only when I like seeing them get frustrated by my genius folly."

Echo snorted. "Genius folly sounds a bit counterintuitive."

You backed away when he finished and moved on to a small adjustment in the wires. Propping your elbow on the metal mess of gears and engine pieces, you propped your chin in your hand, consequently spreading the grease from your fingers.

After a beat of silence, you sighed. "If you keep twisting your wrist like that, you'll never splice them correctly."

"Forgive me for being mutilated," Echo drawled sarcastically, raising his scomp arm for emphasis. "I'm not as efficient as I once was."

Your expression became smug. Worming your way closer to his side, you reached into the ship and leaned far enough to pop your ass out, all while expertly twisting the spliced wires with just one hand.

Echo finally looked at you, brows furrowed in irritation yet mingled with a certain sense of confusion that made you smirk. The close proximity left you shoulder-to-shoulder, holding eye contact the moment you turned your head to look up at him.

You teasingly ran your hand down his arm. He took a sharp breath.

"Oh," you hummed softly, briefly wetting your lips. "I think one hand can get the job done just fine."

He reacted before you could blink. One minute you were facing the ship's side and the next, Echo had your back pressing against the ship's cool metal exterior. He held a large hand against your chest, fingers sprawling across your collarbones to hold you in place.

Muddled eyes flickered across your face. He was distraught with emotions, a mix between anger and confusion, laced with a broken willingness as he seethed, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure you out." He looked from your eyes to your lips, furrowed his brows, and clenched his jaw. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you make me want to just-"

His voice fell silent when he met your eyes. You were quiet, hardly uttering a word much less making any noise while his hand was on your chest, pressing you against the ship.

The craving for his touch coursed through you like electricity, preventing you from looking at him with anything a haze of want and need for more. You had finally, finally made him snap. Furrowed brows, parted lips, pupils blown wide with frustration, confusion, and just what you wanted to see.

Unsatiated need.

His gaze flickered to your lips with uncertainty. You smiled, pulling his attention back up to your silently pleading eyes. Palming his hand, you gave his fingers an assuring squeeze.

It's okay.

The flame was lit; the last line, finally connected to form an overall image. And by the maker, was it a beautiful picture of you and Echo, tangled in chaotic limbs while your lips danced to the fiery tune of your breaths, mingled and muffled with the few moans.

You couldn't help but sigh with relief. Bliss was so overwhelming that you struggled to keep yourself standing as he pinned you against the wall with his chest. He propped the scomp above your head, holding himself steady while his hand roamed down your side, fingers pebbling over the nipples that perked through your white tank top.

Echo, finally noticing that you were braless this entire time, arched his brows in surprise and pulled away from your lips with a breathy, "You were expecting this?"

"I've been working for it," you admitted with a sly smirk, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him back in for another kiss.

"I can see that," he spoke into your mouth, muffled by your lips. Giving your nipple a final tug through the thin fabric, he roamed his hand down your side before squeezing your hips to confirm that yes, you were real and he was there, drinking the taste of your tongue like it was nectar from the gods.

The glove on his hand was a nuisance to remove but once it was off, Echo slipped his fingers past the waistline of your overalls, and into your panties.

You grasped his bicep, still holding his stare as your eyes widened. His middle finger slipped through your warm cunt, collecting the slick that had pooled across your panties before dragging it, smearing it, spreading it all over your cunt until you felt yourself drip down your thighs. He smirked when he graced your clit with his fingertip, pleased by the breathless gasp and scrunched-up face of pleasure.

"Maker, you look so good," he exhaled in disbelief, tracing the outline of your body, memorizing the look of open-mouthed pleasure and cherry red cheeks; tousled hair and swollen lips.

Truly, in his eyes, you were damn near heavenly, even with the grease and the dirt and the grime sticking to your skin. You looked skewed with airy enjoyment, clouds of pure bliss hanging in your eyes as you stared at him and only him, capturing every look of perseverance and foggy doubt. The look of a mechanic was something else entirely that made his cock strain against his codpiece.

But that would be handled later. For now, you were both still debating if this was even real.

Echo couldn't believe that he was touching you. If anything, he couldn't believe that he was kissing you, the woman who had absolutely driven him mad with annoyance and frustration and utter aggravation. And the most unbelievable of them all was that he loved it — your moans, the way you rocked your head back against the ship, exposing your neck for him to suck, lick, and mark you as much as he desired. He loved the way you held onto his arm, legs trembling as massaged your cunt with alternating speeds and pressure.

Like the tables had turned and it was his mission to now make you come undone.

You couldn't believe that Echo's hand was masterfully skilled enough to drive you to the brink of orgasming after just a few minutes. But he worked methodically, sliding his fingers across your clit and through your lips — a pattern that made you shut your eyes and let out a moan when his middle and ring finger slipped into your pulsing cunt, palm grinding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.

Echo hid his heated face in the crook of your neck, latching his lips on the cleaner spots of skin underneath your ear. You rocked your head back, gripping the back of his neck as he continued to suck your neck and fuck your cunt with his fingers. The added grind of his palm against your clit left you violently shaking, sputtering low praises into his ear to keep your voice from echoing.

"Fuck, Echo, that feels so good- M-Maker, you're so- fuck!"

"Let me have a taste," he breathed into your neck, slowing down the pace of his hand until he was leisurely dipping his fingers into your cunt and dragging the wetness through your lips and over your clit. You mewled, tightening your grip on his neck. "Let me taste you. Give me what I worked for."

"Fuck yes, anything," you whined, grinding your hips against his palms when you grew unsatisfied by the slow pace. "Anything you want, you can have. Just keep touching me— please."

Echo didn't need to be told twice. Shucking your overalls and panties down your legs, he kneeled in front of you and hooked your left leg over his shoulder, eyes flickering up to meet yours with a devilish smirk on his lips.

Holding his scomp against the ship's side for stability, he grabbed your hip with the other and leaned your hips outward, giving him a full view of the glistening pink pussy that he had coated with his hand.

Gods, the view was enough to make you want to melt right then and there. Echo, kneeling in front of you, locked onto your gaze with lustful eyes that drank and watched every twisted gasp, whiny moan, and breathless pleads. He watched you as he leaned forward and he watched you as he opened his mouth, dragging his tongue through your heat, then swallowing.

You lowered your hand, swiping your thumb across his brow. The affectionate movement didn't go unnoticed for he stilled, pulling his mouth from your cunt, lips shiny and wet with your arousal.

"Nothing to say?" He goaded, cocking a brow. "Maybe I should do this more often; if it gets you to stop pestering me."

"Clearly it's- fuck- working," you heaved, chest rising and falling as you arched your back and let out a long, dragging groan. "Oh fuck, Echo, I think I'm going to come. Fuck, just like that, keep doing that."

Echo clenched your hip hard enough to assure that you'd have fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning. His tongue glided while his lips sucked, drawing your coil tighter, faster, and louder until your head was swimming and your lips were blubbering noises and mindless rambles.

Static buzzed through your body, toes curling with pleasure when the white-hot supernova in your gut exploded and showered you with warmth. The euphoria rippled through you until you were physically trembling, holding onto Echo's shoulders with both hands, eyes clenched shut and riddled with stars.

Every movement felt like standing on water. Echo lowered your leg from his shoulder but the second it touched the ground, the weightlessness consumed it as well. You would have collapsed had Echo not stood, pulling your underwear and overalls up as he rose. He fixed the straps to your clothes, adjusted your tank top, and placed his hand on your side to steady you.

Arching your head, you looked up just in time for Echo to place his forehead against yours in a strikingly intimate gesture. It felt so right. Like you were both puzzle pieces of different shapes and colors, yet perfectly made to fit.

He exhaled a steady breath, cheeks puffing. You swallowed and hummed with contentment.

"So, does this mean you'll do this every time I pester you? Or was that just hypothetical."

Echo pulled away, eyes narrowed. Though he had a scowl of annoyance, you didn't miss the teasing tone that made your heart swell.

"It's open for interpretation," he mused. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, eyes twinkling playfully. "Now let's get back to work, we've got some more to do before the others get back."

"Why, don't want them to see you glowing like you're a Jedi with mystical powers?"

He scoffed and gently nudged you away with a palm to your face, earning a surprised yelp.

"Get back to work, peach. That's an order."

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[marshmellowfluff221]

Levi is Soft?

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Summary: Just a collection of moments where the team catches their captain's soft side.

Warnings: N/A

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Sunday

Training. That's all that was happening.

New orders for an escort mission had been given and set to take place sometime next week. Levi decided to ask for your help training his squad for this particular mission. You had a history of stealth related objectives and escorting people around.

The two of you had just sent the team to run another lap around the stables.

You let out an exaggerated sigh, turning and resting your forehead against Levi's shoulder. His hand came up to rest upon the top of your head, fingers carding through the strands of your hair.

"This is exhausting." You mutter, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

"You aren't doing anything." Levi reminds, the same stoic expression on his face. His lips, however, twitched up into a small smile. Your eyes bore into his, a loving smile across your lips. You brought your hands up to rest on his shoulder, using them as a cushion to rest your chin on.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." You admit. Levi shakes his head.

"Not now." He gently pokes at your cheek as he hears the heavy footsteps of the squad coming back around. You step away from him with another exaggerated sigh.

It was Armin who rounded the corner first. It was also Armin who noticed the smile Levi wore before it was wiped away in an instant. As they halted before you and Levi, Armin took note of the smile you wore. Was that blush on your cheeks?

Monday

Armin pressed his hands against Eren's feet as the boy did sit ups. His gaze was not on Eren, but on the two captains. He furrowed his brow as he noticed that Levi stood a step closer to you than anyone else. Maybe it was the angle he was at?

"Hey Eren..." Armin trailed off, looking at the boy in front of him.

"What?" Eren breathed out, obviously tired from the constant workout.

"You think Levi and Y/n are close?" The blonde asked as Eren sat up, resting his elbows on his knees as he took a break. Eren glanced over to the two before turning back to Armin and shrugging.

"Dunno, your turn." Eren nodded and Armin sighed as he moved to begin his sit ups.

Unknown to them was the conversation you were having with Levi. To squad working out it seemed like your little chatter was about them, but it wasn't.

"Levi." You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "I've told you that you need sleep."

"I do sleep." He mutters. Levi's foot nudges yours. "Don't cross your arms."

"Don't change the subject." You narrow your eyes, keeping them forward. "You only sleep when I'm in bed."

"That's sleeping." He adds a little force to his nudge. "I told you to uncross your arms."

"And I said don't change the subject." You spare a quick glance his way. Levi has his usual stoic expression. "Tonight I'm making sure you sleep."

Levi's eyes shift to you, giving you a once over before turning his gaze away. "I can't tell if you want to get in my pants or cuddle."

"I'll decide when we get there." You shrug, uncrossing your arms. "What's up with my arms, hm?"

"Brats like to stare at you." Levi mutters.

You hum in response, nodding. "So you're jealous."

"Not jealous."

"I recall you were so jealous that I spent the night training with your squad that you didn't sleep." You remind him, a small smirk on your lips.

"Shut up." Levi kicks your foot again before walking forward. "Everyone stop. Go run another lap for chit chatting."

A series of groans rang out, except from Armin and Eren. They both focus their gaze on you, who laughs and smiles at Levi's commands. They meet each other's eyes as a lightbulb flicks on.

Tuesday

"Mikasa." Eren whispered, nudging the girl with his elbow.

"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head towards the boy. It was hard to see him at the angle she was at. The whole squad had been tied to various poles around a circle. Their job was supposed to be to get out without tools. This exercise was simply in case of capture.

"Do you think Y/n and Levi are a little too friendly?" He asked, pulling at the ropes on his wrists as he leaned forward to look to Mikasa's reaction. She furrowed her brow, shaking her head.

"Why are you so worried about them? Focus Eren." She stated, turning her head away as she began moving her hands to escape the bindings.

"Heard my name over here." You exclaim from behind Eren, crouching down to be at his level. You grabbed onto the pole he was tied to as leverage. "Talking about me?"

"No! No- I just wanted to ask you for tips." Armin quickly spoke up. "I asked Eren to call you over."

You straightened up, glancing to Armin. Something was definitely up. With a nod you began explaining what to do in such a situation. After the explanation, you gave a pat on his head and walked over to meet Levi.

He uncrossed his arms as you neared, his fingers twitched at his sides as you stopped in front of him. Normally his hand would grab yours, his thumb running over the scars on your knuckles, but now he couldn't do such a thing. However, Levi had more self control than you.

"Hm, notice anything weird lately?" You asked, teetering on the balls of your feet. "With Armin or Eren?"

"No." Levi kept his answer short as he narrowed his eyes. "What did those brats do?"

"Nothing." You smiled, stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder as you leaned in close to his ear. "But they do seem to suspect we're in a relationship."

"What makes you say that?" He responds through gritted teeth.

"Just a hunch." You sigh, letting go of Levi and turning to stand next to him. Armin had just undone the rope binding him. "Plus I heard him last night when he asked Eren if he had ever seen us together outside of training."

As a result Levi stared down Armin the rest of the day.

Wednesday

With a day of a surprise mission done, you and Levi had made your way to his office. He was going to do the necessary paperwork that had to be done. It wasn't too much since no one had been hurt or injured, but he still had to do it. You had followed him because you knew that if you didn't, he'd stay in that office until morning.

Levi plopped himself down at his desk chair, leaning back as he placed a hand over his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"What?" You asked, shrugging off your coat and folding it in half before setting it on his desk. "Are you tired for once?"

"No." He huffed, removing the hand from his face as his eyes met yours. "But you are."

You nod, stepping up to Levi and taking a seat on his lap. His hands gently placed themselves on your waist. His grip tightened when you shifted against him to get comfortable.

"Good observation." You answered, cupping his face and tilting his head up to meet yours. "You know this paperwork won't run off right?"

"You need to be more careful." Levi blatantly said, changing the subject. Your brows furrowed. His fingers at your waist began to mindlessly play with the fabric of your shirt as he continued. "That titan threw you."

"Ah." One of your hands left his cheek as you gently booped his nose. "But I caught myself."

"You almost didn't."

"But I did- and if we're talking about being careful then you shouldn't have ran in and killed it so recklessly." You say, moving your hands to his shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

"Only to save you." Levi narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his. You smiled, pulling back to laugh lightly.

"If only those kids could see how adorable you are." You sigh, kissing him once more.

"Yeah, yeah." He huffs, his hands now resting on your thighs. "Get up, I have to do this paperwork."

With a sigh you slid off his lap and stood with a yawn. He poked the back of your thigh, gaining your attention.

"Go to bed, I'll be there when I finish."

"Something tells me that's a lie." You reply with a tilt of your head. He opens his mouth to speak, but pauses when he heard someone clear their throat. Your attention is brought to the door where Hange and Armin stand.

"Hi Hange, Armin." You give a small wave earning a wide smile from Hange. Hange urges Armin inside as they begin speaking about how Armin had some more information on the mission from the rest of the squad. While Levi and Armin began to converse, you couldn't help but notice Armin continuously glance your way.

Maybe he had heard something while walking to the door?

Thursday

Today of all days, you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Every little thing annoyed you.

Someone coughed while you were explaining how to do a defensive move? Fifty push ups.

A breeze blew your hair in front of your face after you had just put it up? Run a mile.

A bird interrupted your speech? They don't get to hear the rest.

It got to the point where you just stared down the entire squad as they held a plank. It wasn't until a hand placed itself upon your shoulder that you relaxed.

"Come with me." Levi's voice softened as he gave your shoulder a squeeze. He looked up at the squad and narrowed his eyes. "Run laps until we get back."

A series of groans erupted as Levi dragged you away. It wasn't until you were in the horse's stables that he stopped and turned to you.

"Hange is telling me you're working them to the bone." He begins. "But that's not the problem here. Armin ran off during one of their laps and told Hange you looked like you were about to rip their heads off. I thought you said you could handle this?"

"I am handling this." You retort.

"No you're pushing through. Bad day?" Levi asked, knowing he has had his fair share. With a silent nod, he pulls you against his chest. He wasn't the best at comforting and he didn't really know how to make you feel better with his words. This was enough for you, however.

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't apologize. This is a tough job. Those kids are brats, I get it if you want to throw one down. I suggest Eren." Levi mumbles.

You crack a smile, pushing back enough to look up at him.

"He's a good kid Levi." You reach up, your hand resting against his cheek. "Don't treat him so roughly."

You lean forward, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips against his. Levi's hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, as if that was possible. These moments kept both of you going through the day.

"Captain- oh my-" A familiar voice broke through the silence. You pulled back from Levi, looking to your right to see Jean standing in the entrance to the stables. Levi's eyes narrowed.

"What." He spat angrily. You discreetly pinched his side as you stepped away from Levi and made your way towards Jean.

"Hm? Get tired of running already? I was only gone- what like five minutes? Let's go kid." You slap a hand against Jean's shoulder, knocking him out of his shocked state.

That'd be a hard one to hide.

Friday

Today was tense.

That was an understatement. It was awkward and tense.

"Spit it out already." Levi sighs, staring down the troops before him. Armin glances over to Eren who then looks to Mikasa. Jean tenses up, his eyes on the floor.

"Are you guys dating?" Eren finally blurts out, much to everyone's surprise.

"Eren!" Mikasa grabs his arm. "You can't ask-"

"Yes we are. Any other questions?" Levi answers in a monotone voice. The entire squad remains silent as they take in what Levi had just said. As if on cue, you walk on up, unknowing of the conversation that had just occured.

"Hey guys, what's with that look?" You asked, taking your place next to Levi.

"They asked a stupid question and I gave an answer." Levi muttered, obviously annoyed.

You grew confused as Levi stepped forward and began ordering them around as usual.

Saturday

"So what was the question." You asked, your horse slowing to walk in time with Levi's.

"Eren asked if we were dating." He sighs.

"Oh!" You straighten up, glancing over your shoulder at the troops trailing behind. The day had finally come to set off on the escourt mission, since it would take a day or two to get there the squad left in the morning. "So...you lied to them didn't you?"

"No." Levi replies.

"No?" You repeat.

"No." He confirms.

"Oh."

"Oh?" Levi asks, glancing over at you.

"Yeah. Oh." You shrug. "I just thought you would've wanted to keep us a secret to avoid all the teasing or-"

"I could care less." Levi scoffs. "If you think I actually care about their opinions, you're wrong. It's not a secret that we're together."

"Levi I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said." You respond with a smile.

"So he is a big softy." Eren exclaimed. Levi's attention snapped to Eren as he narrowed his eyes. "Ah...nevermind."